The rain and snow have stopped, the sky is bright, and the white Taijin Mountain is shrouded in the ethereal morning mist.

The fire in the wooden house had already gone out. Wu Ming, who had practiced fist in the middle of the night and drank wine in the middle of the night, woke up. He felt that his mind was still full of the little bits of yesterday. He could never forget the sad face when he left in the rain, his eyes full of crystal tears and his delicate and trembling body.

After a long time, Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, held his body and got out of bed, came to the fireplace that had already been extinguished, lit a piece of oil pine, slowly raised the dry wood to burn the fire, and after the lingering blue smoke, the orange flames ignited.

Wu Ming sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, staring at the flames to sort out the complex feelings in his mind, his heart full of contradictions and confusion. He could not figure out why he chased after the rain yesterday, and why he even sent people down the mountain after delivering the umbrella? Is it just pity? Or a subconscious impulse?

One difficult-to-clear problem after another is entangled like a mess, and it seems that it will never be clear. What makes Wu Ming even more difficult to accept and unable to change is that, according to ethical terms, Wang Yuehan is still his sister-in-law!

That's right, Wang Yuehan is the wife of Chen Jiyao's second son Chen Zhongkang. This thing that had nothing to do with Wu Ming now hurts him. Wu Ming inherited his current skin and had no choice but to face the shame of his dead "mother". The sins Chen Jiyao committed when he was young are indeed unforgivable, and the housekeeper who drove to death the "mother". These people are living well now, probably very comfortable.

The copper spout "wavy" on the edge of the fire was steaming. Wu Ming woke up from his dullness, grabbed a bowl sideways and poured it with water, slowly put it to his mouth and drank it in one gulp. The wish in his mind became stronger and stronger: "Leave this sad place!"

Wu Ming put down the bowl, walked to the head of the bed and moved the large wooden pier, lifted up the wooden board and took out the armed belt wrapped in blue cloth, took out a ten-round magazine from the leather magazine, pulled out the pistol and pulled the gun away, and skillfully pressed the bullet into the bullet and closed the gun.

"Du duh! Brother Wu, I am Zhenggang." Tian Zhenggang's loud voice came in from Wuwai.

Wu Ming inserted Mauser's pistol into his waist, pulled his cotton robe tightly and went to open the door. Tian Zhenggang's happy face appeared in front of him.

"Is it clear?" Wu Ming took his eyes from the outdoors and welcomed Tian Zhenggang, who was sweating profusely, into the house.

"It was a long time after the night last night. The sun was coming out this morning, but the mountain road was slippery and difficult to walk. I'm afraid we will have to wait two days before entering the mountain." Tian Zhenggang quickly walked to the fireplace, picked up the big guy who Wu Ming threw on the floor, poured a bowl of hot water and drank it in big gulps, and could no longer see the previous restraint and politeness.

Wu Ming sat between the low table and the fireplace, picked up the firewood and threw it into the stove: "It doesn't matter if you wait for two days, and the successor Taoist priest from Qi Zhenguan did not come to take over. Zhenggang, is the farm work in the village done?"

"Every household had already gone to the field after the Spring Festival. I had finished it harder and the seedlings in my field were almost one foot high." Tian Zheng had just put down the bowl and asked, "Brother Wu, can you take out that Hanyang plant to make me enjoy it?"

"Go and get it yourself." Wu Ming replied lazily.

Tian Zhenggang jumped up excitedly, stepped a few steps to the wooden pier on the head of the bed, grabbed the rifle and canvas belt from the groove where the cover was opened, and returned to the fireplace to tidy up happily. After pulling the bolt to practice aiming, loading the bullet and unloading it. In a short while, this Hanyang made him play smoothly. If Wu Ming hadn't warned him, he would have been worried that the gun would be heard by the foot of the mountain, Tian Zhenggang would have already run out to shoot a few shots.

After she put the sheep on, the two started cooking, and after lunch, they gathered in front of the fireplace to fiddle with guns. Their relationship quickly heated up. Tian Zhenggang's name to Wu Ming had changed. The word "Wu" in "Brother Wu" was unknowingly omitted and turned into "Brother Wu".

Wu Ming also learned a lot of information from Tian Zhenggang, and had a deeper understanding of the surrounding environment, customs, and the situation of the surrounding villages and towns.

What surprised Wu Ming was that Tian Zhenggang, who was more than six years younger than him, was also a good hunter. Tian Zhenggang was sincerely admired when talking about his elder brother's hunting skills, and he was not vague about his own skills. It seemed that except for his elder brother, there was nothing that could surpass him within a hundred miles.

During the conversation, I learned that Tian Zhenggang went to a private school in the village at the age of five. He practiced martial arts with his uncle at the age of seven. He followed his elder brother to the mountains to hunt at the age of thirteen. He often wandered around the rarely visited mountains for three or five days. He never returned empty-handed since he was a child. The newly built main house in the autumn of the previous year was what he and his elder brother earned back from selling fur and mountain goods over the years. He had almost no skills such as putting condoms, digging traps, setting up wood, installing iron clips, etc. He could hardly understand. Whenever he was proud, his confident expression on his face made Wu Ming secretly sigh.

Tian Zhenggang stayed. Before he went up the mountain, he told his family that he would go to Qizhen Temple to help for a few days. The family had nothing to say. The old lady also told him to be grateful and not to be reluctant to let go of his strength. With Tian Zhenggang's company, Wu Ming's life is no longer so lonely.

Wu Ming seized the time to go to Qizhen Temple, and together with the hardworking and strong Tian Zhenggang, cleaned the Taoist temple for the upcoming temple leader Chengzhi, prepared enough firewood, cleaned the stove and kitchen, and took good care of the more than 20 sheep left by Xiao Chengyuan.

At noon the next day, Taoist Chengzhi finally led two little disciples and two servants to Qizhen Temple.

The 31-year-old Taoist Master Chengzhi is short, with two beautiful beards, with a solemn face and not much talk, and his conversation is elegant and polite. He put down his bag and followed Wu Ming inside and out. Seeing that everything was clean and orderly, he kept saying thank you and told Wu Ming to come to him at any time if he has time.

Wu Ming politely agreed, and after saying goodbye, he returned to his hut, and let go of his concern. Not to mention that Chengzhi is the great disciple of Taoist Bingzhen, and Chengzong and Chengyuan are brothers. Just from the fact that he is entrusted by others to be loyal to others, he must have a beginning and an end.

The third day was still a good weather with sunshine. Wu Ming and Tian Zhenggang were ready for everything and quietly entered the mountain.

For Wu Ming, going to the mountain to fight wolves is to contact the marksmanship, test the experience of practicing guns alone during this period, accumulate experience and increase the ability to save lives in the future. It is also a kind of tension relief and venting. He needs to temporarily forget the complicated feelings in his mind through high-intensity physical exhaustion.

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In the western garden of Chen Family Courtyard in Huanggu Town, Wang Yuehan, who had been sick for several days, was much less clear. She ordered her maid Xiaozhen to open and close the window that had been for many days, her eyes passed through the deserted garden, and finally stared at Taijin Mountain in the distance for a long time. Her big eyes looked even bigger due to the thinness of her face.

Chen Zhongkang, the second young master of the Chen family, rushed to Nanchang after the Spring Festival, and did not go with his sick wife. The Chen family also knew that since several riots in Yiyang Fang Zhimin last year, the situation in Shangrao to Yingtan was very unstable. Gunshots continued to rampant in various counties and towns along the way. In addition, his wife Wang Yuehan was frightened before the New Year and had not recovered from illness. A few days ago, he went to Qizhen Temple to fulfill his wish and suffered sudden storms, which made the condition repeat and not suitable for long journeys. He stayed at home for rest. Therefore, Wang Yuehan and his maid Xiaozhen, who were planning to rush to Nanchang, could only continue to stay.

Chen Jiyao, the old man of the Chen family, is quite satisfied with his graceful daughter-in-law. His wife comes from a well-educated family, respects the elderly, loves the young and treats her family well. The only thing she feels is that she is delicate and has a cold personality. From the time she got married last fall to now, few people in the family have seen her daughter-in-law’s smile, and she always seems to be full of worries.

The eldest and second wife of the Chen family were very dissatisfied with their daughter-in-law. They believed that although their daughter-in-law came from the Wang family and was a cultural person with a new education, she was still so far behind her son who had been promoted step by step after studying abroad. There was no reason to be serious about her identity. Moreover, the daughter-in-law frowned all day long and was not happy at all. She didn't look like a husband. The two wives even reached a consensus in private and waited for a year and a half to marry two concubines to the only remaining baby son of the Chen family, so as not to make Wang Yuehan's sick body and sad face were annoying.

The third wife, who is over 30, has no objection to her young and beautiful daughter-in-law. The third wife comes from a wealthy business family and has a low background. However, she has been literate since childhood and has a generous temperament. She does not act like the eldest wife and second wife, and she has to let her sick daughter-in-law come over every morning to ask for peace of mind.

Since Wang Yuehan entered the Chen family, the third wife visited Xiyuan every two days, chatting with her daughter-in-law, discussing ancient poems, and discussing the new cultural movement that is now booming. From time to time, she also said in Chen Jiyao that her daughter-in-law was smart and wise, soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and was a rare talented woman.

In general, Wang Yuehan's life in the Chen family was not very easy. Although Wang Yuehan, who lost her mother since childhood, looked weak on the outside and strong on the inside, no one knew the loneliness and pain in her heart. Her marriage to marry Chen Zhongkang under the control of two families caused a sensation. The outside world generally believed that the two men and women looked like a match made by heaven. There were many envious people who were jealous, but how many people could understand the joys and sorrows.

Wang Yuehan is very respectful to his father-in-law Chen Jiyao, and Wang Yuehan is extremely respectful to Chen Bo'an, the eldest son of the Chen family who died in the city of Wuchang in the National Revolution. He only has no favoritism for his uncle Wang Daohan's arranged marriage and has a flashy husband Chen Zhongkang, but he has no regrets.

This tormenting feeling of powerlessness made Wang Yuehan's pain grow day by day, but he had nowhere to vent until he accidentally saw Wu Ming.

When Wang Yuehan saw Wu Ming, he was shocked. Not only did Wu Ming look like a photo of Chen Bo'an, who was hanging on the wall of the Chen family's lobby, but he also looked seventy-square-like to his father-in-law Chen Jiyao. If it was a pure coincidence, Wang Yuehan would never believe it.

What's even more terrible is that from the first glance when I saw Wu Ming, Wu Ming's handsome and cold temperament and deep and faint sad eyes instantly touched Wang Yuehan's heart. The throbbing feeling that seemed familiar but was indescribable became stronger and stronger. Especially after Wang Yuehan was rescued by Wu Ming at a critical moment, this feeling became stronger and stronger. When Wu Ming brought her an umbrella in the heavy rain, her mood could no longer be suppressed.
Chapter completed!