() "You don't care who I am!" Qin Fei looked at the old man in front of him who needed a cane to stand up straight. Twenty years later, the body that he saw as strong as a mountain was already old and decayed.
"Qin Li, it's time for your story to come to an end. It's been thirty years. Do you think you can escape?"
"Yan Ling Dao?" Mr. Qin frowned tightly: "You are from the government!"
Qin Fei did not deny it. After all, the Yanling Sword was a standard issue for weapons inspectors and was not available among the people: "Yes, I am from the government. And you are a thief. A thief who has been hiding here for many years."
Mr. Qin suddenly laughed and said: "An official and a thief. If you want my Qin Li's life, do you need to pay so many lives? I think this official and the thief are from the same group."
"Old thief, shut up and take your life!" Qin Fei pointed the wild goose feather knife at Mr. Qin, but there was confusion in his words.
The old man in front of me was the one I called "father" for several years more than 20 years ago.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Qin Fei tried his best to hide himself and prevent Mr. Qin from realizing that the person pointing the knife at him was the six or seven-year-old child.
The child that was blown by the strong wind!
When Qin Fei was very young, he knew that he had picked it up and was blown by the strong wind!
This has always been a pain in Qin Fei's heart!
I finally got rid of the name "Qin Feng" at the age of twenty-two, and now I have to face Mr. Qin who gave me this name!
Although Mr. Qin is a little dim-sighted, he can still tell that the young man opposite is upset!
good chance!
Mr. Qin got angry and took two steps forward. He raised the crutch in his hand and thrust it straight out, aiming at Qin Fei's throat!
The strong wind blew in his face, making Qin Fei feel horrified. He was able to clear himself from his confused thoughts and face the rushing Mr. Qin and his sudden shooting skills.
The Yan Fei knife in Qin Fei's hand suddenly turned up, the back of the knife knocked against the crutch, and he stepped sideways to avoid it!
"Young man, the Yanling Sword is such a waste in your hands! I'm afraid you haven't learned all the thirty-six sword techniques?" Qin Li laughed loudly, and the cane in his hand flew up and down. Where is the senility of just now?
"Shut up, old thief!"
Qin Fei had learned all the thirty-six sword techniques of Yan Ling Dao when he was ten years old! But for some reason tonight, Qin Fei subconsciously hid his sword techniques, and instead used the most terrible common moves.
!
But Mr. Qin used the crutch in his hand like a spear, and his moves were always close to Qin Fei's vital points, making it increasingly difficult for him to parry.
On the surface, Mr. Qin laughed at the young man who appeared in the middle of the night, but in fact he was very anxious. If he had put this young man down earlier, he could have saved more villagers!
At this moment, what appeared in Mr. Qin's mind was his current brother, Qian Gui!
Did something happen to Qian Gui?
Mr. Qin was thinking about it without relaxing his cane at all: "Did you know that the Yanling Sword was forged by me after receiving a teaching from a foreigner back then? The weapons supervisor also learned it from me! I didn't expect that someone would show up today.
You dare to point the Yanling knife at me. And it’s such a bad move! Ridiculous!”
Before he finished speaking, the cane was smashed down with the sound of wind, and the gun method turned into a stick method again!
Qin Fei saw that the force was so low that it was difficult to fight head-on with Yan Ling Dao, so he had no choice but to step back and back again. Inadvertently, he had already left the hut!
Mr. Qin rushed to catch up and saw that many people had gathered in the open space in front of the hut!
There are many people holding torches and emitting a strong smell of blood!
"Oops!" Mr. Qin's heart sank. These people gathered here to wait. Is it possible that there is no one alive in the Qin family village?
The leader said loudly: "Sir! There are a total of 218 people in Qinjia Village, including hundreds of pigs, sheep, chickens and dogs. They have been dealt with!"
When Mr. Qin heard this, his beard and hair stood on end, and he rushed towards the man: "You beasts!"
But Mr. Qin's way was blocked by a wild goose feather knife.
"Old thief, your opponent is me, don't forget it." Qin Fei stopped Mr. Qin with the wild goose feather knife in his hand: "I will take your head tonight!"
Mr. Qin was so angry that he laughed back: "Okay, okay, I will kill you, the leader of the beast, first!"
Qin Fei's face twitched. Facing the furious old man Qin, he still used the popular moves. After three or five rounds, he was already less offensive and more defensive.
"Sir, would you like some help?"
Number 7 of Group B laughed: "Is this old thief in his 70s or 80s this year?"
"No need!" Qin Fei was calm on the surface, but he was also very angry in his heart. He thought it would be a quick victory, but he didn't expect that the black-clothed police officers from Group B would form a circle around him as if they were watching a show!
Qin Fei's moves changed, and he used the extremely authentic Yan Ling Dao Thirty-six Ways, and the situation on the field suddenly changed!
Mr. Qin was shocked when he saw this sudden change. The Thirty-Six Ways of the Yanling Sword were learned by him after he was taught by a stranger. This young man's moves were fierce and vicious, he had obviously received the true teaching!
Apart from Mr. Qin himself, there is only one person who can teach such a disciple.
That is my good brother, money is expensive!
"Who on earth are you!" Mr. Qin fought for three or five more rounds, becoming more and more frightened.
The technique of holding the knife and the strength of handling the knife.
Qin Fei stopped talking, gritted his teeth and turned the Yanling Saber in his hand to the extreme, forcing Mr. Qin to be unable to speak!
With a "pop" sound, Mr. Qin made a light move in his hand, and the crutch had been cut off by Qin Liyun's knife!
"who are you!"
Mr. Qin stepped back, dodged the knife in the waist, and asked loudly.
Qin Fei refused to say anything, but No. 7 of Group B suddenly laughed: "Old thief, when you and Mr. Qian called you brothers, did you ever think about today?"
"Imperial City Secretary!"
Although Mr. Qin had vaguely guessed it, these words still made him take a breath of cold air and look at the young man in front of him, wielding a knife and rushing towards him.
"Oh it's you."
Mr. Qin's gentle words caused Qin Fei's steps to stop abruptly.
Under the moonlight, the cold light emitted by the Yan Ling blade made Mr. Qin let out a long sigh.
Qin Fei raised his knife and pointed it at the old man in front of him. His body was still straight, but the tip of the knife was already shaking slightly.
The words of Group B No. 7 exposed Qin Fei's identity and broke his mind.
"Feng'er, is it really you?"
Facing the old man's question, Qin Fei neither nodded nor shook his head, his eyes were looking at the shaking tip of the knife.
"Feng'er, if you want my head, just come and get it." Mr. Qin smiled sadly, threw away the short crutch in his hand, and tried to raise his chest to face the shaking tip of the knife: "Everyone in this village is
is innocent."
What I have been looking forward to, looking forward to coming back, is this result!
Mr. Qin was in tears!
"My name is Qin Fei! I'm not that Feng'er like you!" Qin Fei shouted: "Qinjia Village has harbored you, an old thief, for twenty or thirty years, and you deserve to die!"
The shaking tip of the knife suddenly stopped!
"It's my wish to see you for the last time." Mr. Qin let the tears flow, but tried hard to open his eyes wide and look at the child he used to be.
"The adults haven't done anything yet, do you want me to do it for you?" The voice of No. 7 of Group B still made Qin Fei feel sick to his stomach: "The wooden box containing the lime is ready."
Mr. Qin suddenly laughed and said: "Feng'er, come here!"
"I'll say it again, my name is Qin Fei!"
With a loud shout, Qin Fei flipped the Yan Fei Dao in his hand.
Under the still bright moonlight, Mr. Qin’s white-haired head flew up!
The body remains standing!
Qin Fei stood blankly on the spot, and the Yanling knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
No. 7 of Group B went to pick up the head and put it into the wooden box that had been prepared long ago: "Sir, the matter is done, let's go."
Qin Fei suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with blood: "Since it's done, then you can stay!"
"Sir, what do you mean?" No. 7 of Group B held the wooden box and sneered at Qin Fei: "If the villain doesn't go back, how will Tan Goudang explain it? You know."
Before he could finish his words, Qin Fei raised his right foot bit by bit, and the wild goose feather knife on the ground flew into his hand out of thin air, slicing through the throat of No. 7 in Group B with lightning speed.
Even the trachea was cut open.
"Your body is enough." Qin Fei sheathed his sword calmly: "Come here, collect the body."
The other police officers in black looked at each other, but Qin Fei ignored him and gently put Mr. Qin's body down, picked him up and walked aside.
The policemen in black silently parted ways. If they provoke Qin Fei at this time, the consequences can be imagined.
"Collect the corpse."
The body of Group B No. 7 was carried out and tied to a horse. The wooden box containing Mr. Qin's head was carried on the back of another policeman in black.
The police officers in black waited for a long time before they saw Qin Fei reappear empty-handed.
"Walk!"
Qin Fei gave an order and the team galloped away in the night.
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At dawn, Ergouzi stretched himself, pushed aside the haystack and stood up.
Sometimes after a quarrel with his mother, Ergouzi would sneak here to spend the night.
Because every time he does this, Ergouziniang will not be angry again, and she will boil eggs for him to eat.
To his surprise, the village was deathly silent.
Ergouzi looked at the rising sun in confusion, touched his head and walked towards his home with his nose dragging.
There was a smell in the air that frightened Er Gouzi, but the deathly silence of the entire village made Er Gouzi even more frightened.
On weekdays, those pesky roosters in the village have long jumped up to the roof and raised their necks to crow; the adults have gone to work in the fields, and the children have begun to play.
Also, Mr. Qin should move a stool out to bask in the sun.
But today there is nothing.
Ergouzi opened the door of his house and was stunned by the sight in front of him.
Ergouzi's cry suddenly came from the house.
Until the afternoon, Ergouzi was sure that there was no living creature in the whole village except himself.
In addition, Mr. Qin's coffin that had been prepared long ago was also opened, and a headless body was placed inside.
Ergouzi judged from the clothes that it was Mr. Qin!
After crying for a day and a night, Ergouzi took the dry food he dug out and the copper coins collected from everywhere and set out for Bianliang, Tokyo.
Because there are the high-ranking official Ximen Qing who knows magic, Wu Song who is superb in fighting tigers, and Gushang Flea Shiqian who wants to accept him as his apprentice.
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