Jiaohua

Chapter 765
Wu Shaoning went up to the high slope first, turned around and stretched out his hand, and pulled Du Xuan up, who was smelling of alcohol.

The militiamen who can't see the end can be said to be very powerful, due to the angle, under the radiance of the fire, the leading dozens of people can't see their faces temporarily, but one of them has attracted the attention of Du Xuan and Wu Shaoning at the same time.

He is of medium height, with a slim figure, straight back, and a neat cloth. His hair is tied up in a bun, and the hair towel has been washed and faded, but it is very clean.

As the members of the "C" team came out, Du Xuan frowned and understood the opponent's intention almost instantly.

The leading soldiers were burly, with big knives and long guns in their hands, but those who followed were almost all old, weak, and sickly, skinny and weak, and their bones could be broken without weapons.

Wu Shaoning looked at Du Xuan: "This is killing people..."

"It was the same in the capital back then. The bandit Song asked the woman surnamed Yan to lead those refugees to die." Du Xuan said in a deep voice.

The difference is that Yan Qinglin played scheming, never showed his face, and quietly sent people to guide the emotions among the refugees.

But in the current scene, these people directly exposed their intentions.

The leading soldiers ordered the attack from the front, and their words were too scarce, so they could only charge and kill them back and forth, so as to grab the meat.

Behind the large phalanx are shining spears, and the tall soldiers are expressionless, and anyone who flinches will be shot to death.

In the front, there were Qingxiang village soldiers who were furious.

As the attack horn blew, the leading soldiers rushed forward, and the soldiers behind drove forward with long spears.

Zhan Qiye roared loudly after rejecting the carbine: "Shoot the arrow!"

Du Xuan turned his head away, unable to bear to look.

There are not many militiamen in Qingxiang Village who know how to shoot arrows. There are less than 50 people in total. Most of them have just practiced in the past two months.

The troops in this group had no combat ability at all, and even the equipment was made of clay sticks and guns. The leading soldiers were no longer "leaders". They move on.

Many cries erupted from the crowd, roars of despair and excitement, and finally turned into numbers of dead and destroyed.

Finally, someone approached the carbine gun, and the tall carbine gun was extremely difficult to get past, so he tried to set it on fire.

Zhan Qiye would not let these people get what they wanted, and ordered the strongest young people in the village to go up and kill them.

Those who have worked so hard to turn over the carbine will either become rotten meat shot on the carbine, or become a corpse in the ditch.

In the end, everyone shouted "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Wave after wave of attacks, the militiamen of Qingxiang Village also rushed down, with the same loud slogan, "Protect our village!"

The wind by the stream was cool and slightly cold, and Du Xuan smelled of alcohol, but he was completely gone.

He sat with his back against the slope, watching the gurgling water in the river.

Wu Shaoning watched from above for a while, then sat down silently beside him.

Another gust of wind blew up, Du Xuan wiped his forehead, took a deep breath: "We can't do anything."

"Ah."

"I always thought that there was nothing scary after seeing such a scene too much, but now I realize that no matter how many times I have experienced it, it is as frightening as hell."

"This is the difference between humans and ghosts," Wu Shaoning said. "Some ghosts like to kill and fight, so they won't be afraid."

Du Xuan smiled, then raised his head and saw a light on the top of the mountain in the distance.

Wu Shaoning followed his gaze and said, "It seems to be a Taoist temple."

"Old Tong mentioned this Taoist temple to me," Du Xuan said, "It's far away, and we have to pass a few big tea gardens."

"Is Miss Ali's rented land on it?"

"It's at the back of the mountain, but it's far away."

Wu Shaoning nodded.

"It doesn't work to make offerings," Du Xuan said with a sigh as he kept looking at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, "If there are really gods in the world, how can we see the world so miserable."

Ever since Xia Zhaoyi signed the land lease agreement with Zhan Jiuye, Qingxiang Mountain Taoist temple, Zhan Jiuye regarded it as a blessed place and strictly ordered his subordinates not to cut off the incense here.

Not only incense, but also candlelight at night.

Holding baskets in their hands, Bai Wuniang and Bai Liuniang stepped across the river and mountain spring, climbed up the sloping path behind the tea garden, walked for half a day, and pushed open the door of the backyard of the Taoist temple.

The man is not here.

The two sisters looked around and walked forward. The man was sitting outside the mountain gate of the Taoist temple, watching the sea of ​​flames in front of Qingshan Village from a distance.

"Sun San..." Bai Wuniang called out in a low voice.

The man turned his head, saw that it was them, slowly got up from the ground, and said, "Little girl."

"Why did you come out, didn't you tell you not to come out?" Bai Wuniang said.

"There's a war going on down there," Sun San said, "I'll come out and have a look."

His tone was loose and decadent, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Bai Liuniang put the basket in her hand on the ground: "There is some food here, I think you haven't eaten for a long time, here are these for you."

Sun San looked into the basket, there were some dry food and a few hard-boiled eggs.

Although not much, it was enough for him to eat for several days.

"You are not rich, so don't send me anything." Sun San said.

"We don't want to give it to you either, but we can't watch you starve to death." Bai Wuniang said.

"That's right," Bai Liuniang also said, and took out a stack of papers from the basket, "You still have to teach us how to practice calligraphy. Please help us see if you can practice these few characters well."

Sun San raised his hand to receive it.

"The top one is mine, and the bottom one is Liuniang's." Bai Wuniang said.

"Here, here is your pen." Bai Liuniang handed over the pen.

The two sisters were like students, obediently watching Sun San review and correct their typos.

Sun San watched carefully and taught carefully, guiding stroke by stroke.

After reading a few sheets of paper and handing them back to them, Bai Wuniang saw a small emerald green object hanging from his waist. Although the light and shadow were dim, it showed its exquisiteness.

"Sun San, what is this?" Bai Wuniang asked curiously.

"My second uncle gave it to me," Sun San picked it up, "Little jade flute."

"Jade made it?"

"Ah."

"It's so short, can you blow it?"

"Since it's a flute, of course it can."

"Then play a song for us!" Bai Liuniang said expectantly.

Sun San smiled: "No way, it will attract people."

"That's true..." Bai Liuniang muttered.

The two sisters should not stay for long, so they left after talking a few words.

Coming down from the shortcut, they walked quickly towards the tea garden.

A figure poked its head out quietly from the downhill.

Tu Xiaoxi watched them leave, then raised his head to look up the mountain.

She wanted to go to the Taoist temple to practice calligraphy, but when she ran into the two sisters of the Bai family who were too sneaky, she didn't make a sound.

Where are their baskets?

Tu Xiaoxi thought for a while, then quietly walked towards the Taoist temple.

(End of this chapter)