Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 732 Tragedy in the World
"What's going on here? If bandits passed by here, the houses in the village would have been burnt down. Why are they still alive?"

He thought for a while, and continued to move forward. While walking, he suddenly heard the thunderous sound of horseshoes behind him. He swayed and hid on the side of the road.

Soon, dozens of riders came from a distance like a strong wind. Fang Jianming stared at them, and saw that these people did not look like horse thieves, but all of them were carrying sharp swords and wearing uniforms.

"Which sect is this disciple?"

As he thought in his heart, he floated out like a ghost, and lightly landed on the last horse. The swordsman on the horse didn't notice it.

Dozens of riders rushed out of Li Xu before slowing down a little, only to hear a man in front say: "The Mongols deceived me that there is no one in the Central Plains, and dare to invade on a large scale. We came all the way, and most of the villages we met were people going to the village. Kong, if I meet them, I must kill them all."

Fang Jianming's heart trembled, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Waci has already started to attack?"

Only a middle-aged man's voice said: "The Mongols have caused our Kongtong faction to be torn apart. We are incompatible with them, but this time we are going to eradicate the traitors of our faction, and we must not act on our will."

Someone said: "Uncle, we have seen the head, do we really want to settle accounts with uncle?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "You still call him uncle? He colluded with Ling Yunzi, a bastard, and with the support of the Mongols, he drove away the head of the sect. Have you forgotten how he treated us? If it wasn't for the Hua League leader Send someone to save us, can we still live till now? If you are afraid of death, then don’t go.” The disciple didn’t dare to say anything anymore.

Hearing this, Fang Jianming secretly said: "So they are disciples of the Kongtong Sect, but it is Waci who supports the Kongtong Sect."

At this time, a dozen or so cavalry houses went to the official road, set foot on a dirt road, and galloped for more than forty miles. Suddenly, there was thick smoke rising from the mountain. Fang Jianming stood tall and could see far away. I was taken aback.

Soon, dozens of riders came to a village. When everyone saw the tragic situation in the village, some people couldn't help cursing. Most of the houses in the village were burning. Looking around, there were villagers lying on both sides of the road. Among them, the uncommon child had a strong smell of blood, which made people feel sick to their stomachs.

Fang Jianming's eyes turned red, and he only heard the voice of the middle-aged man say: "This village has been ransacked by horse thieves, everyone be careful."

Fang Jianming suddenly saw half of the stone tablet lying down on the side of the road, glanced at it inadvertently, his heart was shocked, he floated off his horse, and a dozen of them trotted away.

Fang Jianming rushed to the half of the stele, squatted down, and straightened the stele. He saw the word "auspicious" written on it, and his heart beat violently.

My God, is this the "auspicious village" that my grandfather mentioned?Which "auspicious village" once raised itself?
Looking at the villagers lying in a pool of blood, his face became darker and darker. He picked up half of the stone tablet and walked towards the entrance of the village. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he found a small half of the stone tablet on the side of the road, which read " "Village", his whole body trembled, and he placed the upper half of the stone tablet on the lower half of the stone tablet. The word "auspicious village" was like a big hammer hitting his heart heavily.

This stele is two inches thick and one foot wide, but it was cut by someone like cutting tofu. This shows how powerful this person is. The weapon used is more likely to be a long blade like Yanyue Dao.

"Horse thief!" Fang Jianming's face revealed a fierce look, and he slapped the stone tablet with his palm, and the two pieces of the stone tablet turned into ashes in an instant under his deep internal force.

"Who?"

Fang Jianming stood up, with a frightening light in his eyes, staring at a patch of grass in the distance.

"Come out!" Fang Jianming shouted sharply.

The grass swayed violently, and then, a child with a pale face got up tremblingly.

Fang Jianming was taken aback for a moment, quickly lowered his expression, walked to the side of the child, and said, "Son, are you from Jixiang Village?"

Although the child was trembling with fright, he didn't lose consciousness because of it. He closed his mouth tightly and nodded.

Fang Jianming asked gently: "What's your name?" The child didn't answer.

Fang Jianming said: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a horse thief, tell me, what's your name?"

The child said: "Shepherd boy."

Fang Jianming was stunned for a moment, looking at the child's appearance, he really looked like a "shepherd boy".

"I'm not asking who you are, I'm asking your name?"

The child said: "Shepherd boy."

Fang Jianming sighed and said, "Okay, I'll take your name as shepherd boy."

The child suddenly ran to the village, crying and shouting: "Grandpa, grandpa."

Fang Jianming followed him, seeing him run to the end of the village, turned upside down several times along the road, but he never cried out in pain. Fang Jianming could have supported him, but after thinking about it, he didn't do so.

There is a small house at the end of the village, probably because the house was too small and the horse thief did not set fire to it. An old man fell in front of the house and was stabbed three times. Looking at the way he fell to the ground, he seemed to want to enter the house. One arm pointed into the room.

Fang Jianming went into the house, and saw that the ground was covered with soybeans, and there was not a single valuable thing in the house, but it was also turned upside down. .

Exiting the hut, the child lay on the old man and kept crying, Fang Jianming was speechless, the child cried for a while, then suddenly wiped away the tears on his face, sobbing and wanting to swing the old man's body, he is not big, he is Some are thin and weak, and it is not easy to move an adult's body, so in the end they had to drag the old man's body outside.

Seeing that he was struggling, Fang Jianming stepped forward to help him, but he pushed him away. Seeing how stubborn he was, Fang Jianming wanted to see how long he could be stubborn.

The child dragged the old man's body for seven or eight feet. He was already sweating profusely, but he still gritted his teeth and dragged the old man's body to a piece of grass. After that, he ran back to the hut to find a handful. A small hoe with a notch was digging in the ground in front of the old man.

After digging for a while, his face became paler, and he only dug a small hole, probably because he remembered something sad, and suddenly saw his tears stay down, crying "woo woo", threw away the hoe, and used his ten fingers To dig hard dirt.Fang Jianming was shocked, when he caught up, the child's hands were already bloody, Fang Jianming just picked him up, he saw that he had passed out, his face was extremely pale.

As soon as Fang Jianming touched his body, his heart was shaken, and he cursed himself secretly, it turned out that the child had already starved to death, and it was no wonder he didn't pass out after doing so much physical work.

Fang Jianming mobilized his internal energy and slowly injected truth into his body. After a while, the wound on the child's ten fingers healed. Fang Jianming wiped off the blood on him, and then he woke up slowly. When he was about to struggle, Fang Jianming ordered him to road.

After putting him on the ground, Fang Jianming found a broken bowl, scooped up half a bowl of water, walked up to the child, gave him a drink of water, untied his burden, took out the pastry, and said, "I I know that I am a strong child, but I have to eat, if you are willing to listen to me, I will untie your way."

The child drank two sips of water, had some strength, did not speak, but nodded.Fang Jianming untied him, handed him the broken bowl, and spread the bundle on the grass. The child had never smelled such a delicious pastry, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

Fang Jianming walked a little farther, found a piece of land, pushed his palms on the ground, the soil was turned over, and pushed again, a piece of ground collapsed, forming a big pit.

When he walked back to the child, he had already eaten half of the cakes in the bundle. Fang Jianming was startled. He didn't feel sorry for the cakes. As long as the child could eat them, he wouldn't take them seriously even if he finished them.

The child was full, stood up, and wanted to go up to pick up the old man. Seeing that he was struggling to hold him, Fang Jianming went up to help. This time, the child did not refuse, and the two of them worked together to carry the old man into the pit. He stared blankly at the grandfather in the pit, bit his lips tightly, and began to put soil into the pit, Fang Jianming was also helping.

After the two buried the old man, the child knelt in front of the old man's grave and kowtowed three times. Fang Jianming stood aside and bowed to the old man's grave.

Suddenly hearing the sound of "moo moo" from the cow, Fang Jianming turned his head to look, and saw an old ox running towards this place, the child turned around and called "Old Huang", tears shed down again.The old scalper ran to the child, looked up at the grave, his big eyes were shining, and he lowered his head a few times towards the grave.

The child stood up, holding the old scalper and weeping in a low voice.

Seeing that it was getting late, Fang Jianming said, "Shepherd boy, come with me."

The child wiped away his tears, raised his head, and said, "Can you bring Lao Huang with you?"

Fang Jianming smiled wryly, and said, "I have a lot of things, I can't take them with me."

The child said: "Grandpa and Huang are my dependents. Now that Grandpa is dead, only Huang is by my side. I don't want to leave him."

Fang Jianming said: "You let it go."

The child said: "I can't let it go, it will die." After speaking, he hugged the old scalper tightly, reluctant to part with it.

Fang Jianming said: "If you don't let it go, it will die one day."

"Old Huang is so pitiful. He worked desperately for me and grandpa. I can't let him go." The child became more and more sad as he spoke, tears streaming down his face again.

Fang Jianming frowned, and said: "If you don't come with me, I will leave. Everyone in your village has been killed by horse thieves. Do you still want to stay here?"

The child hugged the old scalper and just shed tears silently.

Fang Jianming waited for a while, and seeing that he had no intention of following him, he turned around and left.Of course he didn't really want to leave, he lingered forward for half a stick of incense, and only walked two miles. When he turned his head, he didn't see the child following him. He shook his head and smiled wryly. He pretended not to see it, and continued walking forward.

(End of this chapter)