Chapter 516: The Soul of a Hero Hidden in the Ice Coffin
Although they were not far from home, everyone was strangely silent. Just because they thought of the neighbors sleeping quietly on the hillside, the old drinking buddies, chess friends, or even relatives, wives and family members. They could no longer remember them at this moment.
wake up.
Yan Nangui walked in the front, and every step he took was so heavy and staggering. The former Yuan Waiye, who was slightly fatter, has now lost a lot of weight. Along the way, his eyes have never changed.
Always looking in the direction of the town, at the feet of the frowning woman standing at the end of the street.
Yan Mo's body had been put down by Fairy Qingxia, who had arrived early. After these days of wind and rain, the outline had long been deformed, and the clothes were even more tattered.
Yan Nangui did not cry loudly, but walked to Yan Mo's side with his red feet, stretched out a pair of trembling old hands, and slowly helped him up.
At this time, Mrs. Yan, who arrived behind her, couldn't bear it any longer. She suddenly threw herself next to Yan Mo's body and sobbed softly. b Time Travel Novel: b
Yan Nangui couldn't bear her crying. Two clear tears fell from his dim old eyes, and he hugged Yan Mo tightly in his arms.
The sobs of the two old men were very low, so low that if you didn't distinguish them carefully, it would be difficult to hear them clearly. But it was these deliberately low sobs that stung Lang Fei's heart like a needle.
"Old Kusong, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I, Lang Fei, will cut you into pieces and use your head and soul to pay tribute to his spirit in heaven."
"Young man Yan, there is no resurrection after death. Mo'er has been here for many days, so... just let him rest in his grave." The hunchbacked old man walked up to Yan Nangui and patted his shoulder.
After listening to the old man's words, Yan Nangui stopped sobbing for a moment. He nodded and picked up Yan Mo's body. "San Bo, where are they? Let Mo'er stay with you. Before he died, he wanted to do something that could protect him.
The bloody boy from the villagers, after death, let him continue to stay by everyone's side, so that he will not be alone, and can continue to walk the road he has not finished during his lifetime..."
The old man suddenly cried. The old man who had buried one hundred and twenty-seven neighbors with his own hands without shedding tears suddenly cried.
"Although our town, Qingniu, is small, all the men are still upright and true men..." The old man took a deep breath, and his slightly hunched back suddenly straightened up.
"Follow me." After saying that, he led the way and led everyone towards the northern hillside.
No one said anything, they just followed the old man and Yan Nangui, walking step by step towards the distance.
Fairy Qingxia looked at the sad but strong faces of these people, at the tears that couldn't help falling down Xiaoyun's face, and at Lang Fei's tightly clenched hands. Suddenly there was a touch of sadness in her heart. These people
They are all ordinary mortals who cannot be more ordinary, but it is these ordinary mortals who have the power to bind chickens and do ordinary things, but it is even more shocking to people.
The behavior of these people profoundly explained what bloodiness is. She suddenly understood why Lang Fei could always do things that made her look at her with suspicion, because he was the descendant of these people and the continuation of this ordinary town.
The world's people, but the existence of extraordinary will.
Surrounded by sunset, the setting sun slowly sank into the Western Mountain Col, and a crescent moon climbed up the treetops at some unknown time.
One hundred and twenty-seven graves stood there quietly, watching the sun set in the west and the new moon rising in the east.
The one hundred and twenty-eighth earth hole was only half opened by the old man, and the iron pickaxe was still inserted into the shallow hole filled with water, with only a wooden handle exposed.
Yan Nangui held Yan Mo's body and walked to the cave and stopped. Suddenly, several strong men rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards the only iron pickaxe.
"Uncle Zhu, Third Brother Qiao, please step back and let me come..." A deep voice sounded.
Several men paused in their steps, and when they looked back, they saw that the person who made the sound was Lang Fei who had already stopped in front of Mo Tie.
"Let him go." Mo Tie was stunned for a moment, then said to the people in front of him.
Zhu, Qiao and others looked at each other, nodded, and then stepped aside. Lang Fei walked up to Yan Nangui, looked at him deeply, and jumped into the hole.b Time Travel
Novel:b
He did not use spells or magic weapons, and allowed the muddy water to stain his white shirt. He took a jade basin and scooped out the accumulated water in the earth hole. He also used a pickaxe to dig out a man-deep hole.
The tomb. Finally, a platform was built with pieces of ice jade to create a cold, crystal-clear coffin.
After doing this, Lang Fei was sweating profusely, and the new moon had set on the west mountain. Yan Nangui looked at him gratefully and placed Yan Kuo's body in the coffin.
After everything was done, there were no cries or condolences. Everyone just used their hands to put soil into the hole one by one, covering up the crystal and the admirable face.
Many young children looked at all this blankly. They may not understand, or they may not understand what it means to be a man, but judging from their tightly clenched fists and their eyes with something extra,
The word "strong" must have been deeply implanted in my heart.
After burying Yan Mo, everyone bowed deeply to him, followed by the other one hundred and twenty-seven dead neighbors. Mo Tie took Lang Fei, and Mrs. Mo took Xiaoyun, and walked to them.
In front of another grave, some people bowed to worship, or kowtowed in mourning.
After doing this, Xiaoyun's pretty face was already full of pear blossoms, and Lang Fei also looked sad. The relatives of the 127 dead neighbors also found their burial places and burst into mourning.
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The new moon faded out of sight at some point, and as the morning light on the horizon pierced the night, a new day had arrived.
Lang Fei glanced at the morning glow in the east, let out a long sigh, and walked to the hillside. Facing the rising sun, he waved his hand and set up a long table. He also placed some incense burners, incense candles and other items in place, and finally took out one
Wrap it in oilcloth and place it in the center of the long case.
Everyone glanced at it with confusion, and their eyes were immediately attracted by the oilcloth package. They saw that one corner of the blue-gray oval package had been dyed purple-black, and it looked like it had been deposited with blood that had been soaked for a long time.
"Uncle Lu, Second Sister-in-law Su, Xiao Huzi...you can rest assured. Lang Fei has now slaughtered all the people in Jinzhong Mountain and avenged you. And I also brought the head of one of the culprits. Have you seen it in Tianzhiling?
?There is also a Master Withered Pine, but don't worry, even if I search the entire Evergreen Realm, I will bring his head to worship you."
After saying that, Lang Fei lit some requiem incense, and after the worship, he inserted it into the incense burner, then turned around and came to the crowd, saying in a low voice: "Fellow folks, this is all Lang Fei's fault. If it weren't for me...
...nor will...”
Although his voice was low, it reached the ears of everyone present. But before Lang Fei finished his words of self-blame, several figures suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Boy Fei, let me ask you, if it was me who was kidnapped and it was not your fault, would you risk your life to save me?"
"Yes!" Lang Fei glanced at the burly man in front of him and said without any hesitation.
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged woman suddenly passed by him. Lang Fei recognized her, but she was Aunt Niu from the corner wine shop.
"Fei Xiaozi, my aunt also wants to ask you something. If something happened to your Uncle Niu, do you think your adoptive father would be able to hide in the deep courtyard without any worries?"
"Absolutely not!" Lang Fei clenched his fists and said.
"Okay, Fei Xiaozi, my fifth uncle also wants to ask you, if the little tiger is in trouble and you fail to rescue him, but instead he falls into the hands of thieves and his life is about to be in danger, will you regret what you have done?"
The man in front of him was a middle-aged man with tears in his eyes and calloused palms. Lang Fei was also familiar with him. He was Xiao Huzi's father, Uncle Jiang Wu, who often made bows for them when they were young.
"No, if I had to go through it again, I would still make the same choice."
"So, you don't have to feel guilty or blame yourself at all. Maybe everyone bumps into each other and makes noises from time to time. But if there is any difficulty, our entire Qingniu Town is a family, you, me, and them, everyone
They are all relatives." Along with this sad and passionate voice, there was also the figure of Yan Nangui.
He walked closer slowly and patted Lang Fei on the shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong, and we didn't do anything wrong either. It was the people in Jinzhongshan who were wrong. And now they have paid their dues for what they did before.
The price. So, kid, stand up for yourself..." After saying this, he turned around and returned to his wife, and the two of them supported each other and walked down the mountain.
Watching the two old men walking away, Lang Fei was stunned. To be honest, when he was a child, he looked down on Yan Nangui and always felt that he was rich and unkind, but now it seems that his thoughts are a bit superficial.b
Time travel novel :b
Now think about it, although the villagers of Qingniu Town are not rich, they can still be said to be worried about food and clothing. This description of being rich is really inappropriate. But Yan Nangui has such a family fortune, but it is not like that
Ordinary wealthy merchants usually have many wives and concubines, and many children. They only have one wife and only one son, Yan Mo. From this point of view, I am afraid that I have really wronged him before.
Lang Fei was in a daze, and Cheng Ying and others also stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder one by one, and then walked down the mountain together. At the end, Mo Tie and Mrs. Mo took Xiaoyun and greeted him before going down the mountain.
And go.
Fairy Qingxia walked at the end and saw that he was still in a daze. She couldn't help walking up to him and said in an envious tone: "It's great to be born in such a small town." After saying this, she saw that he was still a little dazed, and she didn't realize it.
He shook his head again. "Let's go, don't you still have a lot of things to settle?"