The battle ended suddenly. When I looked back, the garden was in ruins. Under the pale moonlight, it looked like a cemetery.]
Wuma Xi snorted coldly, mounted Wujiao, determined the direction in which the opponent was leaving, and quickly chased in that direction.
Wu Jiao's four hooves flew as fast as flying. In a few leaps, he reached the bottom of the stilted building and jumped straight up.
Upstairs, a beautiful woman is pouring herself a drink. She is the Qu master whom she saw during the day. Her gorgeous clothes are a bit messy, revealing one side of her smooth shoulders, drawing pictures in the Nuan* Palace.
The scream of the flying dragon made the men leave the scene quickly, and also made all her plans come to nothing. She could only sit alone in this stilted building, drinking lightly and feeling pity for herself.
Qu Huayin turned her head, her drunken eyes were a little blurry, she tilted her head and looked at Wuma Xi, her voice was lazy and soft, and she said: "Since ancient times, beauties have conquered the country and the city. How much do you think I am worth?"
Wu Maxi frowned slightly, put away her horns, turned around and left. When she walked to the door, Qu Huayin's slightly drunk voice came from behind: "Aren't you even willing to pay the price?"
Wu Ma Xi walked straight away along the corridor without stopping.
The corridor is directly connected to a wooden door, which is carved with complicated crane patterns.
Wu Maxi pushed the door open and walked in. It was a small hall, gorgeously decorated, with several candles burning around it. Under the yellow light of the candles, stood a short and rickety old man, dressed in a gorgeous attire.
But he couldn't hide the sorrow and poverty on his body. He stood in the middle of the hall leaning on an iron rod, staring at Wu Ma Xi with a pair of timid eyes.
Wu Maxi stopped suddenly, looking at that sad face, a huge wave surged in her heart.
Thirteen years later, this face he had only seen once was engraved in his heart and had never been blurred. He never expected that in the northwest, thousands of miles away, he would meet an old friend from the southwest.
His face was very dark, and he stood at the door without saying a word. Under the candlelight, his two eyes were like two black holes.
The old man stood under the candlelight, his body rising and falling with his breathing, staring at Wuma Xi closely and saying: "You...you..." His voice trembled, showing his excitement and fear.
Wu Maxi guessed that he must have seen the scene of her fighting. She stared at him coldly and asked, "Is Lao Que your son?"
The old man was Lao Que's father, Lao Shijing. He nodded and said, "Although Shi Wa is more competitive, she is not in a bad mood."
Are you in a good mood?
Wu Maxi thought of the child on the first page of the score "Unforgiveness", with his teeth and claws showing and his face ferocious.
Indeed, snatching a bunch of candied haws on a stick cannot make him a bad person, but the enmity between Wu Ma Xi and him has nothing to do with good or bad. He made Wu Ma Xi suffer two beatings from his father, which was like a demonic barrier in his heart, and he was wronged ten times.
Three years.
The past events made Wu Ma Xi feel a little sad. He calmed down, looked at the other person and asked, "Where is he?"
Lao Shijing immediately said: "He has never been here, he should still be in the stilted building."
This lie was so crude that Wu Ma Xi knew it was false as soon as he heard it. He snorted coldly and walked forward.
Lao Shijing suddenly stopped in front of Wuma Xi and said, "You, you can't go in."
Wu Ma Xi glared at him fiercely, walked around the old man and walked inside.
Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Lao Shijing jumped up in an instant, holding the iron rod tightly and blocking in front of Wu Maxi, saying: "Don't go in any more." The opponent killed two people in the back garden.
The vicious image flashed in his mind, making Lao Shijing's words tremble violently.
Wu Ma Xi ignored him and continued to walk in. Lao Shijing gritted his teeth, raised an iron rod as thick as his arm, and hit W Ma Xi on the back of the head. Wu Ma Xi snorted coldly, and planted a purple string cao on the opponent's body.
, the muscles in the old man's arms suddenly began to cramp, and he couldn't hold the iron rod, so it fell down and hit the floor.
Wu Maxi turned her head and stared at him coldly, her eyes fierce.
Lao Shijing hugged his calf and begged for mercy: "Sir, please don't kill my son, please!"
Wu Ma Xi coldly avoided his entanglement, turned around and walked inside. Even if he put aside the "Unforgiveness" book and the old grudges from thirteen years ago, Lao Que must die. Wu Ma Xi killed two people in Daxing Hall in a row.
Man, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better. Wu Maxi couldn't kill Lao Fu and Qu Huayin, but Lao Que was by no means a kind person, so Wu Maxi had no psychological barriers to killing him.
Lao Shijing rushed to the door and blocked it. He clenched his fists and said, "I only have this son. Even if he makes any mistakes, it is all because of my teachings. If you want to kill him, then kill me."
His body was shaking violently, like a hen guarding her chicks.
Wuma Xi looked at him coldly, and this rickety figure gradually overlapped with the image from thirteen years ago.
Thirteen years ago, he held on to his weak momentum and supported his son's bad behavior. But Wu Ma Xi's father, Wu Ma Shu, nodded and bowed in front of him, with a humble face to please, and forced Wu Ma Xi to
Apologize to the other person.
Wu Maxi stared at the other person's eyes for several minutes, and finally said: "Your son robbed my things..."
"I'll compensate!" Lao Shijing quickly interrupted Wu Maxi and took out a woven storage bag from his clothes, "This is all the savings of our Lao family, real estate, real estate and cash deposits, totaling more than six
One hundred thousand gold coins, you can take these, as long as you don't hurt my son." After the old man said that, he directly stuffed the storage bag into Wu Ma Xi's hand, stared at him with vigilance, and guarded the room behind him.
Door.
Wu Maxi tightly clutched the storage bag in her hand, her mind filled with thoughts.
Thirteen years ago, when two children had a serious argument over a candied haws, the fathers of both parties were there. Lao's father was not as glorious and wealthy as he is today. He looked desolate, with traces of being beaten on his face, and he looked like a witch.
Marsh is not as good as that.
However, even such a down-and-out person was favored by Wu Ma Shu regardless of his dignity.
When the burly Wuma Shu bent over and nodded in front of the monkey-like middle-aged man, Wuma Xi had never been so aggrieved. He felt uncomfortable in his heart and was fighting with Lao Que again. Wuma Shu quickly straightened up.
Come on, I slapped Wuma Xi with my backhand.
These six hundred thousand gold coins!
Wu Ma Xi wanted to smile bitterly.
It seemed that the grievances from the past could be eliminated, but such an ending always made Wu Ma Xi feel uneasy. It seemed that something wanted to be vented. He held the storage bag, closed his eyes and said nothing. For a long time, suddenly
Throwing the storage bag in front of Lao Shijing, the weaving spirit fox jumped over Lao Shijing's head lightly, entered the door, and began to search everywhere for traces of Lao Que.
When Wu Maxi originally wrote Lao Que into the score of "Unforgiveness", he felt huge grievances and resentments in his heart. More than ten years later, the grievances were still there, but he didn't know how to settle the account and put his grievances into the book.
It seems unfair to count the labor shortage, but Wu Maxi always feels unwilling to count just one candied haws.
Even if we put aside the old grudges from thirteen years ago, Lao Que must die. If he doesn't die, Wu Ma Xi will quickly enter the Daxing Hall's killing list, and will probably die on the ground in the northwest.
He used the spiritual fox spirit to wander around in various rooms, and some past events that he didn't want to recall came to his mind, making him feel uncomfortable and making his steps become messy and heavy.
Can killing Lao Que put an end to the grievances in his heart?
Wu Maxi knew that he couldn't. His grievance came from his own father, not from outsiders.
During the seven years of driving corpses together, the father and son were bullied countless times. Wumashu's burly body never straightened up, and he always used the most humble attitude to please others, without any principles or dignity.
Moreover, he asked his son to be like him, to be humble in exchange for a living space. The content of his sermon to Wu Ma Xi every night was always how to apologize to people and how to ask for their forgiveness.
When he was eleven years old, Wu Maxi was falsely accused of being a thief, and Wu Maxu was seriously injured. When he was lying in the woodshed of his family, gasping for breath, he still kept asking Wu Maxi to apologize. He couldn't bear to do so.
He bought medicine for himself, but instead took out gold coins and asked Wu Ma Xi to pay compensation for the charges that were framed out of thin air.
Wu Maxi walked out of the woodshed with tears in her eyes and went to the owner of the house. She put her hands on the table and said, "I don't have a penny. If you see my hand stealing the gold cup, cut off that hand." He said.
When he said this, he stared hard at the baby in the arms of the young woman next to him, and evil thoughts surged in his heart. You also have children. If you chop off my hand today, I will chop off his hand in eleven years.
This fierce look made the baby cry non-stop.
The search ended quickly, with nothing found.
Wu Maxi was not worried about the disappointing result. He walked up to the stilted building with lonely steps, leaning on the railing and looking at the night sky.
The twinkling starry sky was mysterious and beautiful, but he couldn't see it at all. The image of following his father to drive away the corpse kept emerging in his mind, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. The two figures in his mind, one large and one small, seemed to be crawling.
Two wild dogs in the human world, brave wind, frost, rain and snow, just to survive.
The road to drive away corpses is very difficult. Everyone has their own way of walking. My great-grandfather walked wildly and wildly, wandering around the world. He was kicked out of the Wuma family and died of old age in a small mountain village. My grandfather walked wildly and wildly.
He challenged everyone everywhere, and finally snatched a woman from the realm master and was beaten to death outside Shiguan City. Wu Mashu crawled like a dog with difficulty, and finally died of exhaustion like a dog on the hillside on the right side of Jiyou Ridge.
Within seven years, Wu Maxi continued to force his son to be like him, bending over and crawling humbly. These grievances pressing on his spine stayed in the bottom of Wu Maxi's heart like sharp thorns, and he could not express them, nor could he.
Catharsis.
Wu Maxi poured herself a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and threw the glass into the night sky.
"Wuma Shu, you are like a dog!"
His voice was trembling slightly, and tears overflowed from his eyes.
The breeze blows gently, carrying the fragrance of the fragrant forest and the coolness of the night.
"As long as one silver coin, as long as one silver coin, I will sell myself to you." Qu Huayin's soft and lazy voice came from behind, with a bit of drunkenness and decadence.
Wu Maxi turned his head and stared at her. The woman in front of him was leaning on the desk, temptation emanating from her half-naked clothes.
"Why have you lived so hard for a hundred years?" These were the words of my great-grandfather before his death. They had been buried in Wu Ma Xi's memory for many years, but they suddenly emerged from his mind this night, especially clearly.
At that moment, Wu Ma Xi had the idea of wanton indulgence.
He smiled bitterly at the night sky.
Dissoluteness is the life of a romantic person, and it is incompatible with Wuma Xi.
He is an ascetic. He cannot learn from his great-grandfather's bohemianism, nor from his grandfather's wild passion, nor from his father's humble behavior. He has his own way of walking, guided by principles.
, use dreams as motivation, rely on perseverance and diligence, and never-ending climb towards the never-ending road.
In the night sky, the moon washed by tears became much brighter and quieter.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath slowly. After a long time, he opened his eyes, his eyes became hard again, turned around and entered the corridor again, heading towards the wooden door.
The death due to labor shortage has nothing to do with the old grudges from thirteen years ago.
His footsteps were firm and steady, stepping on the wooden floor of the corridor step by step, and his voice was clear and constant.
After walking a few steps, Wu Maxi noticed something unusual. When he jumped to the top of the stilted building to take a look, he saw fire all over Lao Mansion.
Father Lao was outside the small hall, howling and dousing the flames with his clothes. Not long after, the noble Shang Tiao was reduced to ashes in the flames. He stood hunched over on the rockery in the back garden, watching it burn into a sea of flames.
The Lao Mansion is as desolate as a dying lone ape.dd