Cangzhou beacon fire

Chapter 29
Many years ago, in the southern border of Yue country.

When he entered the village, he was forty years old. He was tall and burly, with dark skin, and he was dressed in sackcloth, carrying a burden of a half-man's head on one hand.

Yueren only needs to meow to know that he is a foreigner. Although Yueren is famous for his tallness, there are very few people who are as tall as him, not to mention that his face shape and eyes are different from Yueren's.

It is well known in mainland China that Yue people are so xenophobic. The villagers all have an extremely wary and hostile look towards him. Even if they ask ordinary people for an excuse to drink water, they will be ruthlessly closed to refuse.

When passing by the west of the village, a woman in ragged clothes covered with bruises fell at his feet and asked him for help.

He helped the woman up in a strange way, and beat up several village tyrants who came after him.

This is not his wish, he came here to stay away from disputes, but it seems that disputes always follow him.

From the woman's mouth, I learned that the woman's father died of illness, and the village tyrant wanted to occupy the land left by her father, and also wanted to sell the woman to a kiln.

The woman begged him to stay, and the woman said that her father left a few acres of fields and a wooden house, so that the man could no longer drift.

He wanted to be stable, but the woman needed protection, so they combined, even if the man had a ancestral rule not to get married with a foreign race, the woman didn't care about it.

On the wedding day, there were no visiting relatives and friends, no cheering from neighbors, only a dimly lit oil lamp accompanied.

Although the villagers did not accept it, but he was really capable of fighting, so he stopped causing trouble over time.

A few years later, they had a pair of sons and daughters. During the day, he farmed and then went up to the mountains to hunt. At night, he would hug the pair of sons and daughters and tell stories about the ghost hand, the number one assassin in Naqi. His wife always complained that those stories were too bloody. Believer, but kids love to hear it.

"Father, I want to eat wild pork tomorrow."

"Father will go up the mountain tomorrow to catch them."

"Father, I want a small wooden sword."

"Father will make it for you tomorrow."

He can always do what he promised, this is his belief, promises must be fulfilled, and this has been the case for so many years.

Virtuous women always persuade him to convert to Shuiyue Sect, saying that the villagers might accept him, but he is indifferent, he does not believe in God, he only believes in himself.

That day, the Populus euphratica tree in front of the door was already in bloom, and the sky was full of tidbits. Before going out, the children stuck to him and asked him to promise that he would hunt hares and come back, and enjoy the flowers and eat rabbit meat under the Populus euphratica tree at night. The naughty son insisted on making him swear to pull the hook , no cheating.

When he happily returned to the wooden house at night, he was stunned, and at the same time the hare in his hand fell, the heart-piercing cries shook the sky.

As early as an hour ago, the bandits ransacked the village, and the village woman who wanted to survive told the bandit leader that there was a woman in the west of the village who married a foreigner and gave birth to two evil species, but even so, the bandit leader did not spare the village woman's life.

His wife and two children were hanged by the bandits on the poplar tree with crooked necks. The wooden house was creaking and burning, and the catkins from the poplar tree scattered like snowflakes.

He knelt under the Populus euphratica tree holding the corpses of his wife and children, and the crying lasted for an unknown amount of time.

When he had no more tears, he thought of something, ran to the hare in a hurry, cut off two pieces of hare meat and put them in the mouths of his children, then hugged them and leaned against the Populus euphratica tree, admiring the catkins flying all over the sky.

"Father seldom promises in his life, but what he promises must be fulfilled."

After fulfilling the promise he made in the morning, he walked into the wooden house that had been burned down to the frame.

When he came out, he had an extra wooden box in his hand, a very delicately carved wooden box, which he had been buried under the stove.

He patted off the dirt on the wooden box, and took out the eight tungsten steel rings inside.

He thought that he would never wear these eight tungsten steel rings again in his life, but God just didn't want to see him that much.

Inside the bandit stronghold, there were scattered corpses all over the place, whenever his hands passed by, the bandit's body would instantly be torn apart, and the corpse's blood would splatter everywhere, which was terrifying.

The terrified bandit leader didn't know how he killed people at all, so he could only let his subordinates rush forward wave after wave to die.

However, there are too many bandits, and he is no longer the number one assassin in Qi country back then.

Gradually, he was defeated, and a group of bandits rushed forward to push him down.

The bandit leader who was still in shock looked around, almost the whole village was stained red with blood, fragments of corpses were everywhere, originally planned to kill him but his leader changed his mind, he couldn't let him die so easily.

He was tightly tied with his hands and hung on the gate of the village for three days and three nights. He also experienced three days and three nights of hellish torture. All the torture the bandits could think of was used on him.

On the fourth day, the bandit leader put him down and told him that he had had enough fun and wanted to send him down to reunite with his wife and children.

His broken body made it extremely difficult to even sit, but his eyes were still sharp. He stared at the culprit who hanged his wife and children in front of him, and he remembered what his wife said.

"Husband, the benevolent moon water god will bring us hope."

At that moment he closed his eyes and prayed to the water god Qiangong.

He prayed that the bandit leader in front of him would die without a burial place, and he was willing to give everything for it, including his own life which was almost ended.

After praying, he seemed to have let go of his heavy burden and calmly accepted everything he was about to face. He was waiting to be reunited with his wife and children.

The screams in his ears brought him back to reality. When he opened his eyes, a miracle really happened. The bandit leader fell down in front of him with an arrow in his throat. He looked up and saw waves of cavalry charging towards him. .

An old man got off his horse and came in front of him. He saw the bow in the old man's hand, and the arrow in the throat of the bandit leader was shot by the old man. Zhong Shu of the three major clans of the Yue Kingdom, this area is his territory.

The old man asked him if he was responsible for those broken corpses, but he was too weak to answer.

The cavalry killed all the bandits, and the old man split the rope on his body with a knife and told him that you are free.

He struggled to get up with the last of his strength, and limped after the old man.

"Why have you been following me? I said you were free."

"I made a promise to the God of Water Moon, whoever kills my enemy, I will be with him forever."

"Hehe, it's quite a promise, okay, then come, but I can tell you, my Zhong family doesn't support idlers."

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Thinking back, Forbo listened to the approaching sound of horseshoes, and the bonfire glowed, without any fear on his wrinkled face.

In the dense forest of Jinxi, about [-] cavalrymen in black were chasing after them. They had been lying in ambush for a long time after receiving the order, and the sound of Fu Bo's hasty horse hooves revealed their position.

The target of the cavalry in black was Zhong Yao, who would be rewarded with a hundred gold per person for his life, which was a great temptation.

When a group of cavalrymen caught up with Faber, they were really taken aback by the sight in front of them. There was a bonfire and an old man with his arms outstretched quietly waiting for them.

The old man's expression was indifferent, and he could even see a smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes that seemed to have lightning flashed made the scalps of all the cavalry go numb.

After seeing the situation clearly, the cavalry in black let out bursts of ridicule, which was really overwhelming.

Uncle Fu walked towards them slowly, facing the crowd of cavalrymen in black, he didn't show any fear, and said calmly: "My name is Fulin, the name given to me by the first lord Zhong Shu. The God of Water Moon has sworn that my life belongs to the Zhong family."

"Hehe, old man who overestimates his strength, come on!" A man in black laughed and swung his machete. Two cavalrymen in black immediately drove their horses and charged towards Fu Bo.

The two riders came swiftly, and Uncle Fu still said to himself: "My current lord is a few years younger than me. He treats me like a brother and respects me as an elder brother."

When the two cavalrymen came to Fubo's side, Fubo's body turned around strangely, just to avoid the machete that was coming at him. At extreme speed, the two cavalry passed by Fubo's two sides like this.

The next moment, the two riders who passed Fu Bo were torn apart strangely, blood from the corpses scattered in all directions, and the two of them didn't even have time to scream.

Fu Bo didn't look back, he still walked forward calmly, he was not interested in appreciating the bloody fireworks behind him.

This scene shocked all the men in black.

"What I'm guarding now is my young master. From the moment I hugged him, I knew that he was both my young master and my son."

A group of men in black watched the chattering old man walking towards them step by step, but were overwhelmed by the terrifying aura, and didn't know whether to attack or not.

At this time, the leading man in black looked at the accomplices on both sides, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, come on! It's just an old man."

The friend next to him showed fear, and about ten riders rushed towards the old man again.

Uncle Uncle still calmly opened his hands and walked towards the crowd in black, with the fire shining behind him, he could faintly see strands of golden light flashing under his hands, which were fleeting.

"Back then, the physicist said that the young master of my family was a man of bad luck, and then I divided the corpses of those two physicists under Qinghe Bay." Uncle Fu poured out his words as if he had found an old friend.In his opinion, the dead are the best people to confide in, because they will never tell the truth.

When more than a dozen cavalrymen approached, Fu Bo began to twist his body and spun again and quickened his pace, like a whirlwind under the firelight.

The men in black arrived with their swords, and the machetes slashed at the whirlwind one after another, but every slash was like a phantom, without any feeling of actual contact.

Fu Bo passed through the dozen or so riders again, but when he stopped, his footsteps were a little messy, and he almost couldn't stand still.

"Oh, I'm getting old..." Uncle Fu began to pant heavily, but he still didn't pay attention to another explosion of corpse blood fireworks behind him.

The man in black looked at the approaching old man, and then at the shattered corpse behind him. The rain of blood was still slowly falling in midair, dyeing the surrounding area red.

"Let's go together, the old man can't keep up!" The leading man in black roared again, and then he was the first to rush out, and the others quickly followed, and the sky-shattering shouts of killing immediately followed.

"Hoo hoo, you guys, these bastards." Uncle Fu gasped, his face was already dripping with sweat, and his clothes were already drenched in sweat. He felt his heart beating more violently. This old and weak body might not be able to bear it anymore. .

"I will never let my young master die at the hands of you...you bastards!" Facing all the men in black who were mobilized, Fu Bo dragged his body, which was almost dry, and suddenly accelerated, heading towards The crowd in black rushed over.

Facing more than fifty riders alone, he didn't lose a single bit of momentum, and saw that the 65-year-old old man spun at top speed again, turning into a bigger whirlwind and plunging into the black-clothed crowd.

Dozens of knives slashed at the white whirlwind one after another, but they all fell as if cutting the air.

Just when the whirlwind passed through the crowd of black clothes, Fu Bo suddenly felt something bad, his heart stopped for a moment, but it was just this moment of pause, he died, and the machete from top to bottom hit him on the shoulder, and blood flowed immediately. splash.

With a scream, Fu Bo and the black-clothed people flitted past each other, flying several meters, and after another moment, even bigger bloody fireworks erupted from the cavalry. There was also no scream, but it was the same as before. Both times, a few rides survived intact.

The fire was shining on the ground, and the blood rained in the air. Fu Bo, who fell to the ground, still spread his hands, allowing the blood rain to hit his body drop by drop.

"Cough, it looks like I'm really old." Fu Bo, who was leaning on the ground and coughing up a mouthful of blood, laughed at himself in pain. The knife on his right shoulder had already made his right hand lose consciousness, and it was impossible to lift it up.

The five surviving cavalrymen in black reined in their horses, looked back at the blood-drenched old man in the distance, and then looked around. The scattered corpses immediately made them lose their confidence in attacking again.

Fu Bo spat out a mouthful of blood with a painful expression, stood up slowly with one hand on the ground, and then spread out his left hand again, while his right hand hung down like a dead object. Through the bonfire, the black-clothed cavalry faintly saw four golden threads on each hand. Vertically down, the blood remaining on the silk is still dripping down.

"Everyone, don't be afraid, the old man is injured! This time he will definitely be dealt with!" The leading man in black roared again, and his mount was the first to fly out. Emboldened, the other four rushed towards Fu Bo.

Fu Bo panted heavily and stared weakly at the five cavalry who were about to attack. He wanted to attack again, but his body no longer listened to him, and he didn't even have the strength to move his legs, and his consciousness began to blur.

As Wuqi approached, Uncle Fu stared at them with half-closed eyes, and even if he died, he would fulfill the promise he made!It's a big deal.

At the moment when Fu Bo was about to meet Wu Qi, a huge momentum threw Fu Bo away, and this pounce happened to dodge the impact of Wu Qi.

The strong body hugged him and rolled on the ground several times, and every time he landed, he hugged his body. This was deliberately adjusted by the person who rescued him, in order to make him less injured.

For a moment, Uncle Fu woke up a lot, and blurted out: "Young Master!?"

Zhong Yao rolled Fubo several times and stopped, then got up calmly and carried Fubo to the tree to sit down.

Although his face was still a little pale, after this hour of rest, Zhong Yao felt much more energetic. Although his body was still a little weak, it was enough to deal with these little fellows.

Zhong Yao tore off a piece of cloth and tied it to Fu Bo's shoulder wound.

"Uncle Fu, don't talk, just take a rest, Yao is fine." Seeing that Uncle Fu still wanted to talk, Zhong Yao pressed Fu Uncle's shoulder and said.

Uncle Fu nodded with difficulty and managed to squeeze out a smile. He supported his extremely weak body and said the last sentence: "Young Master, go to Xishui City..."

Wuqi Pukong was wondering, when he turned around and saw Zhong Yao, who was tall and burly, his eyes lit up.

"He is Zhong Yao, kill him!"

After Zhong Yao pinched the neck bone of the last man in black, he staggered to Uncle Fu. The toxins in his body were still there, and his physical strength was far from half of normal. Fortunately, these sneak attacks were not regular soldiers. Otherwise, it is really a question of whether he can win based on his state.

At this time, Fu Bo, who was sitting by the tree, had his eyes closed tightly, as if he was dead.

Zhong Yao hurriedly touched Fu Bo's neck, and his nervous heart was relieved.

"I still have a pulse, luckily."

Immediately Zhong Yao picked up Uncle Fu and walked towards the war horse. There might be an ambush on the way to the west, so he could only go north to Xishui City according to Uncle Fu's intention.

(End of this chapter)