Everyone rested for a few more days, and Song Qingshu stayed in the library, reading novels to survive.

After leaving Wudang, he finally no longer had to get up early every day to practice swordsmanship and read scriptures. His swordsmanship had reached a bottleneck, and what was needed was not quantitative accumulation, but a qualitative change.

And this mutation of the material point requires an opportunity. If he can't find that feeling, he may only be able to compete with third-rate warriors in his life.

I read the original version of Three Kingdoms, but I didn't expect that "Huhai Sanren" also wrote a novel about gods and demons, called "The Legend of Sansui Pingyao". Song Qingshu vaguely remembered that Huhai Sanren seemed to be Luo Guanzhong's pen name.

It's just a pity that I was born in the same era, but across the vast sea of ​​people, I don't know where to find this great god.

Putting the thread-bound book on the table, he rolled over and hit something. Song Qingshu took it out and saw that it was the salted duck egg that the cabbage had stuffed into him when they were leaving that day.

He put it in his pocket and forgot to eat it, and it was already smelly.

Tomorrow we will go to Danjiang with the large army to suppress bandits, why not go and see that girl.

Song Qingshu tidied up briefly and then rode out on his horse.

When I arrived at the city gate, I saw an obituary notice posted. It turned out that Wumalu had praised himself before he left the city to suppress the bandits.

Song Qingshu shook his head and headed towards the dilapidated refugee gathering place. When he arrived, he saw that the firewood door of the wooden shed was tightly closed. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Junzhou also implemented a curfew. It was impossible for such a farmer's house to be empty at this time.

Song Qingshu knocked on the door and waited for a few more minutes. A gap opened in the wooden door, and a pair of alert eyes peeked out. Before Song Qingshu could speak, the door was closed again.

"Baicai! It's me!" Song Qingshu thought that the little girl's injury should be better.

Hearing his call, the room fell silent at first, and then a weak male voice sounded, "Mom, someone is looking for my sister..."

"Who, who?" the old woman said nervously.

Song Qingshu felt something was wrong, kicked the door violently, and broke into the house.

The dark wooden house was filled with a musty smell and there were no lights. Then the setting sun filtered through the door, and Song Qingshu could clearly see the situation inside the house.

The old woman stared at Song Qingshu nervously, holding a little boy in her arms who looked somewhat similar to Baicai.

"Where's the cabbage?" Song Qingshu had a bad feeling and asked hurriedly.

The old woman didn't answer, and Song Qingshu doubled his voice again, "Where's the cabbage!"

With a "wow" sound, the little boy cried. The old woman coaxed the little boy and said in a crying voice, "Baicai is not here, you go, you go..."

Song Qingshu didn't know why, but a pool of anger ignited in his heart, "Tell me, where is the cabbage!"

The old woman was frightened by Song Qingshu's ferocious look, and then she remembered that it would be easy for such a noble man to kill them all.

"She was taken to the countryside by her father, please stop being mean to my mother..." the little boy sobbed, his voice unclear.

Song Qingshu went out, got on his horse, and rushed in the direction they said.

There was no one in this wilderness. As Song Qingshu passed by at high speed, he met a middle-aged man who looked in a hurry.

He turned the horse's head and rushed up, asking condescendingly, "Have you ever seen a little girl with a sallow face and skinny muscles?"

The man hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it..."

With that said, he hurried away.

"Her name is Baicai..."

The man was stunned and continued walking forward.

"You are her father, right?"

The man's legs weakened and he collapsed on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...I really can't help it..."

He had heard from his mother-in-law that Baicai met the noble young master, and he thought that the noble young master would be the one who came to find him today. He had just done something cruelly, and he had something in his heart. Now when he met Song Qingshu, he only thought it was retribution.

Found the door.

When Song Qingshu threatened him, the man told the whole story. A few days ago, he went home and found out about Baicai. He was thankful but also a little uneasy. A few days later, an obituary was posted at the city gate. He was illiterate, so he still

Thinking that Baicai had offended the official, he was arrested. For fear of getting into trouble, he would be executed all over the house.

So, he took Baicai to the suburbs today and told her to stay away.

"Abandoning your own daughter, you are so kind!" Song Qingshu glared at the man, his eyes seeming to expose him.

"You think I am willing...but I really can't support her. If she is gone, maybe Winter Melon can still survive..."

It turns out that Winter Melon is that boy’s name.

Baicai was not lost in the market earlier, but was taken away by this man and abandoned on purpose. But she didn't expect that she could find her way home.

"Do you know that that obituary has nothing to do with you or Baicai?" Song Qingshu asked sarcastically. Before he could answer, he got on his horse and headed in the direction he said.

"Baicai, cabbage, I brought you back but it hurt you!"

Song Qingshu thought in his heart, and ran for half an hour, searching all over the suburbs, but could not find the little girl.

At this time, the sky was dark and the clouds were blowing, which meant it was going to rain.

Song Qingshu found the last place, walked heavily, and kept telling himself in his heart, it won't happen, it won't happen.

But he still found something at the edge of the mass grave - a torn strip of cloth, which was exactly the same as the coarse cloth that Baicai wore that day, with wet blood stains on it.

Song Qingshu held the scrap of cloth in his hand and followed the bloodstains until he saw a ruined temple not far away.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, indicating that it was going to rain.

Song Qingshu could vaguely see the firelight in the temple. He quietly approached and heard several people talking in the temple.

"This meat is really tender..."

"Yes, it's not even filled with teeth, but it's much better than the old one before..."

Song Qingshu's heart seemed to be filled with lead water, and the pressure was very heavy.

His blood-red eyes looked towards the temple - several men in ragged clothes, and a blood-stained knife in front of the Buddha statue table.

"It's a pity that we only get this amount, otherwise it would be enough for several days..."

"There are refugees from the north who are fleeing famine in the suburbs of the city. They are hungry and have no choice but to eat. Children are not allowed to go there at night."

Song Qingshu thought it was just a rumor. He had read many such stories in history books in his previous life, but he never thought that he would see it with his own eyes.

It was as if there were lumps of coal in his heart, igniting all the blood in his body.

At this moment, he just wants to kill!

With a "boom" sound, thunder fell from the sky, and under the light of the electric light, a streak of silver light flashed across.

The refugee didn't even have time to distinguish the sword light or the electric light. His head was raised high. He was closest to Song Qingshu.

"Ah..." The other three refugees screamed in fright.

But after all, they were surviving refugees, and their ferocity was unparalleled by ordinary people. They picked up their simple knives and rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"It doesn't matter if he is a human or a ghost, just cut him down first!"

This is a very simple point of view, but they are just a group of homeless people. Their ferocity can be used to fight bravely, but facing a martial arts practitioner, especially a master of swordsmanship, it can be said that they are chopping vegetables. melon.

There are no gorgeous sword moves, just the moment when the sword is raised and dropped. Every time the sword light appears, it will be accompanied by a human head falling to the ground.

Here, martial arts returns to its most essential function - it is the art of killing.

After three hits, the last refugee was so frightened that he immediately put down his weapon and knelt down to beg for mercy.

"My hero, have mercy on me, my hero, have mercy on me!" He begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, kowtowing vigorously.

Song Qingshu shook his head. At this time, he no longer had impulsive anger, and there was only peace in his heart.

It’s just a nod!

This sword flew by, and he felt no pain at all, and even retained a pleading expression on his face.

This is Song Qingshu's greatest kindness.

Everyone has to pay a price for what they have done.

This was his first time being stained with blood, but for some reason, Song Qingshu not only didn't feel disgusted at all, but even felt a little bit of enjoyment.

There are still people who need to pay the price!

In the heavy rain, a man and a horse were rushing towards him, and the rain soaked him all over.

His hair was disheveled, like a fierce ghost.

"Dong, dong, dong..."

He held the firewood door lightly with his sword.

They didn't dare to open the door, Song Qingshu smiled coldly, the sword light passed through, and Chaimen was divided.

Under the electric light, a man, a woman and a child huddled together in the room, shivering.

"Ghost!"

Their screams were muffled by the thunder and the sound of rain, which poured into the house from outside.

Song Qingshu walked into them silently and raised his sword...

"Don't kill my parents, don't kill my parents..." The little boy suddenly broke away from his parents' arms, rushed towards Song Qingshu, and bit his wrist viciously.

Blood overflowed, and Song Qingshu was stunned by the pain. What was he doing?

As if waking up from a dream, Song Qingshu panicked, pulled the little boy away, and placed the sword on the ground.

Recalling the person he was just now, he was afraid for a moment that that person was not him at all!

"Could it be that you've gone crazy?"

Without thinking about it carefully, he wanted to solve the situation in front of him.

Baicai was already dead. Although this man was indirectly responsible for his death, Song Qingshu was not qualified to raise the butcher's knife against him.

He has never been a messenger of justice and is not qualified to judge anyone who has nothing to do with him.

Song Qingshu took back his sword, feeling extremely complicated inside.

The little boy was still staring at him fiercely. If his parents hadn't held him back, he might have come up and bit him again.

Song Qingshu knelt down and said softly to him, "Did you know that your sister is dead..."

"Liar, you lied! Dad said that my sister went to grandma's house, and you are a bad person..."

When the old couple heard this, they were stunned for a moment, then lowered their heads in shame. But they were not surprised at all. Thinking that they were sending cabbage to the countryside, they prepared for the worst.

"What a pity for the parents in the world, haha..." Song Qingshu smiled and walked out with his sword in hand.

"Boy, remember, if you really can't survive, go to Wudang and find someone named Song."

In the night rain, Song Qingshu walked forward with his sword in his back.

As soon as he got off the mountain, he had not had time to see the dangers of the world, but he had already experienced the coldness of this world.

"It's better to be a peace dog than a person in troubled times..."

When the first ray of sunshine rose in the early morning, there was a low grave on the hillside behind the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city. On the moist soil stained with raindrops, there were three pillars of burned incense, and a
Chapter completed!