Luo Niang felt sorry for her son.
She didn't care that she didn't have a weapon in her hand, and directly attacked the person who pointed the knife at her son.
At one time, more than a dozen men started fighting with Luo Niang.
Luo Niang grabbed a knife and cut off the rope that tied Pei Yun: "Run quickly" and turned around to block the attack.
Pei Yun's legs were so frightened that he staggered out and ran out.
Before he reached the door, he was caught by Zhang Quanhu: "Where are you going, little kid?
Didn't you just say that you want to learn to whistle from me?"
"Let me go, let me go."
Pei Yun kicked and hit him as hard as he could, but in the end he was no match for the martial arts man.
Zhang Quanhu carried Pei Yun and shouted: "Bai Shengluo, stop it, or I will kill your son."
Luo Niang thought that he would not dare to kill someone without getting the golden talisman, so his men did not stop.
Hearing Pei Yun's shrill scream, Luo Niang turned around in shock, and was captured by several men in an instant.
The back of the knife scratched across Pei Yun's neck, leaving no trace.
The men took out the prepared ropes and tied Luo Niang tightly.
Seeing that her son was not injured at all, she was happy and angry.
I was happy that the child was still fine, but I was angry because I didn't expect that as a boy, he could be so frightened and yelled at every turn.
Zhang Quanhu threw Pei Yun into the custody of others and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Bai Shengluo, I'm not here to have fun with your family of three.
If I ask you for the last time, if you still refuse to tell me, today you and your family will go see the Wenren.
A thousand days."
He waved his hand and asked someone to come forward and remove the rag from Pei Yuange's mouth.
"Scholar Pei, please advise your wife.
You don't want to spend your life like this."
Luo Niang looked at Scholar Pei and tried to say something: "I" Scholar Pei smiled and said warmly: "You can cook more roasted meat later.
I am so poor.
I can only afford such a gift when I meet your sister for the first time."
Tears rolled down from her eyes, which were still hot.
Luo Niang turned around and said sternly to Zhang Quanhu: "I don't know."
Zhang Quanhu was furious and laughed: "What a loving couple!
Then I will be a good person and help you."
He walked over with the knife and was about to chop it down when he heard Pei Yun shouting: "You are not allowed to kill my parents."
Four, Just like that, we set off on the road without knowing anything.
Master took care of things at home and only took me out for the trip.
I have never heard Master mention any of his relatives, and I have never had the habit of sweeping graves.
Whose grave was he sweeping?
Why did he bring me here alone?
I was full of questions but didn't ask for answers.
I have always been a silent disciple, following the footsteps of the master and learning his habits.
I always hope that one day I can be like him.
Master rarely spoke, and neither did I.
The journey became a bit boring, and we spent more time paying attention to the scenery along the way.
The journey is southward, and the weather becomes increasingly humid and warm as we go.
The master's skills are profound and dust does not stick to his body.
His sapphire-colored robe is still brand new after not changing for a long time.
I have to seize the opportunity to do laundry when there is water.
Whether we rent horses or walk, the wind and sand are strong in the first few days, which always makes us miserable.
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About half a month later, we arrived at a mountainside, where there were three barren graves on a very hidden leeward side.
The tombstone is covered with vines.
It was already the end of March in the south of the Yangtze River, and the grass on the barren graves was green and dotted with scattered wild flowers.
The sky was so cloudy that it looked like water was dripping from it.
Master lit a few fire sticks and threw them on the barren grave.
The moisture, wrapped in thick smoke, gushes out into a large area.
Even though I was hiding from the smoke, I was still choked with snot and tears streaming down my face.
Watching large plumes of black smoke rushing into the sky, it almost merged with the gloomy sky.
The master stood in front of the three barren tombs, motionless, like a statue.
After struggling for a long time, the weeds were almost burned.
The sky finally couldn't help but drizzle, and the air became damp and cold.
I was shivering from the cold, stamped out the embers, and stood next to Master.
"Qingming, what day is it today?"
Master suddenly said.
Exhausted from the days of traveling, I had long forgotten to count the days.
After careful calculation, he replied: "Master, today is Qingming Festival."
"The day is just right."
Master said calmly: "On Qingming Festival, go kneel down and kowtow to these two tombs."
The dense raindrops fell harder, dripping into my eyes, blurring the scenery in front of me.
I couldn't see the words on the tombstones clearly, but I followed Master's instructions and knelt down at the two tombs on the left, kowtowing three times respectively.
He raised his head and wiped the water from his eyes with the back of his hand that was not stained with mud.
Then he saw clearly that the two tombstones were engraved with "The Tomb of He Xu's Luo Niang" and "The Tomb of Pei Yuange" respectively.
It felt like a lump in the throat for a moment.
I never want to remember this memory, nor do I want to ask about the location of these two tombs.
Ever since I woke up that morning and someone said to me, "From now on, you will be called Qingming."
I have been trying to live under the cloak of "Qingming," trying to spend the past ten years forgetting those angry almond eyes and forgetting every day.
A nightmare from "last night".
Master patted my shoulder and handed me a water bag.
I took it and took a big sip.
It was filled with rice wine, which has a medicinal smell that can dispel the cold.
Master returned to the grave on the far right, brushed off the grass ashes, stood and looked at it for a while, then sat on the ground and closed his eyes in meditation.
I walked over and took a look.
What was engraved on the tombstone was: "The Tomb of Miss Wenren's Third Miss Qianjue."
The person who erected the monument below is "Suye".
It is well known that one of the names that cannot be forgotten in my memory is my mother's sworn sister.
Suye is my master.
I suddenly realized that I had never understood Master’s past.
In my impression, he seemed to be such a fairy-like person since he was born.
The appearance, carved from white jade, is beyond our reach.
Master is still very young, just over half of his thirtieth year.
Even young people have their "past", but I knew nothing about Master before me.
The light rain was still falling, and there was no sound at all through the gaps in the clothes.
The tombstone was stained with a deeper color under the moisture of the rain.
When Master's eyelashes were soaked by the rain, he opened his eyes and said to me: "Qingming, it's time for us to go back."
Going down the mountainside, the sky gradually cleared up.
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Ma Shuan was watching at the foot of the mountain.
The master did not stay here for the night, but got on his horse and headed back directly.
Before I left, I turned around and saw that the pomegranate flowers at the foot of the mountain were beginning to turn red. five, "You said you were not allowed to kill your parents."
The men brought Pei Yun over and placed him in front of Zhang Quanhu.
Pei Yun cried and cursed: "If you kill my parents, I will kill you."
Everyone laughed when they heard this.
But Zhang Quanhu became interested: "Didn't you bring me home?
Didn't you also tell me where your father was?
Why are you regretting it now?"
Pei Yun almost burst into tears: "You lied to me.
You said I had something important to do with my mother before I told you."
"I'm not lying to you.
Nothing in the world is more important than a lot of gold."
Pei Yun didn't know what to say, so he just cried and kept saying "no, no, no".
Zhang Quan defended: "Otherwise, if you give me some benefits, I won't kill your parents."
Pei Yun stopped crying this time and his eyes lit up: "Really" Seeing the other party's confirmation, he immediately promised: "I will give you my little wooden horse and my wooden beads."
Zhang Quanhu pretended to be embarrassed: "This is not enough.
If you don't have anything else, I will kill your parents."
Hearing this, Pei Yun flattened his mouth and cried again: "I have nothing else.
I will give everything to you."
It’s all for you.”
Zhang Quan walked up to Pei Yuange with his sword in hand and said to Pei Yunge: "You have something else.
I heard that the most valuable thing in your family is the backbone.
Kowtow to me a few times and give me the backbone, and I won't kill your father." mother."
"Yun'er," Scholar Pei said sternly to his son, "Father taught you that a man has gold at his knees."
Zhang Quanhu kicked Pei Yuange down and stepped on his face: "Shut up while I'm talking to your son.
If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you with a knife."
"Don't kill my father.
Don't kill my father."
Pei Yun's legs trembled in extreme fear, and his legs went weak and he knelt down in a hurry.
"I kowtow to you."
"Yun'er" Luo Niang and Pei Yuange shouted sharply at the same time.
However, the heavy head was still knocked down.
Then there was another one, his immature forehead knocked on the ground, hitting everyone's heart.
After knocking three times in a row, Pei Yun raised his head in shock: "Can you let my parents go?"
"Yes."
Zhang Quanhu laughed and agreed readily, then struck down with his sword.
Pei Yuange's head rolled down at Pei Yun's feet, blood splattered on his face, and his frightened expression was frozen together with the blood before he could change.
Zhang Quanhu's bloody knife was raised to Luo Niang's neck again.
Luo Niang's almond-shaped eyes were filled with disgust, disappointment, and unwillingness.
She glared at Pei Yun and squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "The traitor."
There was blood on his face again, mixed with his father's already cold look.
Mother's eyes were still staring at him, as if she wanted to punch a hole in his face.
"Baby, go with your parents."
Zhang Quanhu walked in step by step.
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Pei Yun didn't even have the courage to stand up, and kept kneeling on the spot, watching the sharp blade approaching.
"How could your parents give birth to a child like you?
I feel so angry for them.
Why don't I chop off your legs?
You will have an explanation to your parents when you go underground."
When the blade swept over, Pei Yun said Staring blankly.
Suddenly, a strong force dragged him away.
Even so, his left knee was still injured by the blade.
Pei Yun turned his head dullly and saw only a piece of white robe corner, floating like an immortal in the sky, different from everything around him.
The immortal saw the injury on his knee and sighed lightly: "It's a pity."
This was also the last sentence he heard, and the next moment he lost consciousness and lost consciousness. ,o When I woke up again, I was in a dark room.
He opened his eyes, his mind was blank, and he could only feel the burning pain in his left knee.
An old man came over with a bowl of medicine.
Seeing that he had his eyes open, he put the bowl next to him and said, "Drink it by yourself when you wake up."
He didn't recognize this strange-looking old man, but he had no intention of disobeying him and dragged his painful leg.
When I got out of bed, I realized that I couldn't bend my left leg.
After trying for a long time, I finally limped to the table to drink medicine.
The bitter and unspeakable medicinal soup poured into his throat, and he heard the old man say: "Your knee was injured, and I implanted an iron plate so that you can still walk in the future and not become a cripple."
Later, when he was traveling Gradually, I learned that this old man was called "Ghost Hand" and he was good at strange skills.
He drank the medicinal soup and asked the old man: "Where is the immortal who saved me?"
The old man curled his lips and said, "At the door."
He dragged his legs outside the house and saw the immortal standing by the door watching the rain.
It's dripping, dripping, and the whole world is damp.
All the scenery was obscured by rain and fog, and only the apricot blossoms by the door became more and more stunning.
He didn't know how to speak, so he just stood there.
The immortal turned to look at him, his face was as warm as jade and his eyes were cold.
"You wake up on Qingming Festival, and from now on you will be called Qingming.
I am Suye, your master
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