Song Yuanhuanzhi

When Song Yi felt that he was about to be killed in Huangquan, a group of men in black suddenly appeared and stopped the officers and soldiers.

Song Yi didn't know who they were, but under the double blessing of body and spirit, he couldn't hold on and fainted.

When Song Yi woke up again, he was already in the inn, surrounded by someone he didn't know.

Song Yi took a closer look, and from the opponent's body shape and eyebrows, he could see that the opponent should be the man in black who jumped out first at that time.

The man in black looked very respectful. He also asked his name, and Song Yi answered honestly. After the other party confirmed his domicile and home address again, the other party's expression was not as tense as before.

Song Yi didn't understand the reason why he changed back and forth.

Song Yi didn't want to go deeper, he suddenly wanted to sit up, but the pain all over his body made him fall back suddenly.

The man said: "You are overly frightened, plus the arrow wound will cause this. You will be fine after a few days of cultivation."

Song Yi asked anxiously: "Where are we now? What date is it?"

The man said: "Lu County, July 23."

Song Yi counted the days, the day after tomorrow is the agreed day, if you leave now there is still time.

Song Yi tried hard to get up.

After seeing him, the man asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Song? Maybe we can help."

These people must have been able to rescue themselves from the chasing soldiers and retreat completely.

Song Yi said: "I want to enter Yangjiang Mansion."

The man thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible, but your body..."

Song Yi insisted: "I can hold on, I need to leave immediately, can you?"

Song Yi could tell from the other party's attitude that he would agree. Although he didn't know why these people appeared suddenly, as long as they were not hostile, Song Yi could ignore some things.

Seeing this, the man no longer persisted.

With the help of these people, Song Yi entered the Yangjiang mansion without any effort, and also arrived at the Shi's house according to the agreed time.

The Shi family is just an ordinary house, a small courtyard.

When Song Yi entered, there was no village owner, no Qingqing, and no one from Shisun Village, only a group of officers and soldiers with weapons appeared to surround him.

Seeing this scene, Song Yi felt nothing but desolation in her heart.

Fortunately, the man in black was careful, but they were not good at dealing with the officers and soldiers in the Yangjiang mansion, and it was difficult to clean up the mess if it got too big. In the end, they could only let Song Yi be taken away by the officers and soldiers temporarily.

Song Yi was imprisoned, he passed by one cell after another, he saw Uncle Da Zhuang with a broken hand, and saw the village master lying flat on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Song Yi also saw Qingqing in the inner cell, Qingqing still couldn't escape, she was recognized by officers and soldiers when she entered Yangjiang mansion.

After Qingqing was arrested, she felt very regretful, and she was always worried about Song Yi's situation.

If she wasn't too impulsive, Song Yi wouldn't be ignorant of life or death!

At this moment, she saw the person she had been thinking about all this time, she couldn't help running to the prison door, and looked at Song Yi with apologetic eyes, she said sorry regretfully when Song Yi passed by her cell.

Song Yi pursed her lips and shook her head, but said nothing.

Everything is arranged by God.

He didn't want to live long ago.

He had lived enough for the stolen ten years.

Song Yi was imprisoned.

He is the only one in this cell for the time being.

Song Yi huddled in the corner, his neighbor was not from the stalagmite village, so he didn't care too much.

In the next few days, the fugitives from the stalagmite village were brought in one after another.

From this point of view, Zhizhou's determination to suppress bandits is firm.

Days pass by.

Song Yi didn't count the days when he was locked up, but on this day the jailer brought a meal with meat, vegetables and rice.

The food is not only not bad, but also very luxurious.

It can be said that Song Yi has never eaten such a good food after his father passed away.

Song Yi heard the prisoner next door ask herself: "Is the meal with severed head delicious? It's the last meal, so eat slowly."

Song Yi paused as he desperately stuffed the food, and a daze flashed across his eyes. In the next breath, he really slowed down as the prisoner next door said, and chewed slowly one bite at a time. He had to remember this taste.

Thinking that he would be reunited with his parents and sisters tomorrow, he didn't feel too hard for a while.

When he passed out that day, he saw Sister A. He thought Sister A was here to pick him up, but he stayed behind.

The next day, all the people in the stalagmite village were taken out one by one. When Qingqing was taken out, she kept turning her head to look at Song Yi. Song Yi also met Qingqing's gaze from the prison door. He saw Qingqing talking , but he couldn't hear clearly.

After Qingqing was also taken out, Song Yi kept waiting, but the jailers seemed to have forgotten his existence.

The prisoner next door looked at Song Yi suspiciously and said, "Why do you...?"

Song Yi leaned against the cell door, staring unblinkingly at the only place through which light could pass through, a vent only the size of a brick, and he no longer wanted to pay attention to the prisoner next door.

Watching the sunlight move slowly, he knew that it was almost noon.

Song Yi punched the wall hard with his fist, and the arrow wound on his leg was pulled bloody again. In the hot summer, the stench became heavier.

Song Yi pulled the door back, creating a commotion, and shouted: "Come on! Come on!"

A sound is louder than a sound.

The prisoner next door didn't expect Song Yi to be so stubborn, and said, "Rush to die, are you?"

Song Yi ignored the words of the prisoner next door and kept making noises.

The jailer heard the movement, and people came, but when he saw that it was Song Yi, he turned around and went back.

Song Yi: "...Come here!"

This time, no matter how much noise Song Yi made, the jailer didn't come in.

The prisoner next door snorted coldly.

After noon, Song Yi fell to the ground, staring blankly at the small air vent.

Now, he was alone again.

Song Yi curled up in the corner, he felt the pain from his leg when he bent his leg, he stared at the wound for a long time, and then laughed again, the stench from the wound became more and more serious, and the inside was festered Yes, if this continues, he may die from this wound.

Song Yi was waiting to die, but on the third day, he was sent out of the prison gate by the jailer.

Song Yi sat on the steps, looking at the bright sun, the blue sky, and the vast mountains and rivers, he didn't know where he was.

"Young Master Song." A voice sounded behind Song Yi.

Song Yi looked at the man in black, and the man in black glanced at Song Yi's legs and said, "I offended you."

As soon as the words fell, the two people behind the man in black directly lifted Song Yi up. He didn't struggle, but he never thought that they would send him to the hospital.

Along the way, the man in black didn't try to explain why he came out at all.

It wasn't until later that Song Yi found out that he still had a relative?
No, to be more precise, it is Father's old friend.

……

Qingqing knew that Father wanted her to marry Song Yi, otherwise she would not acquiesce in going to Song Yi every now and then, and would let herself teach Song Yi Kung Fu.

In the beginning, she always thought that she treated Song Yi as her elder brother. It wasn't until later that she saw clearly the strange feeling that suddenly rose in her, that she realized that she liked Song Yi.

So not only did she not object to Dad's idea, but she was also very happy.

However, before she pierced the window paper, the stalagmite village was facing disaster.

That night, she knew he cared about herself.

She also finally ate the food offered by him who was not enlightened.

Later, because of his persistence, he got hurt.

When the wine-sprayed knife came down, she just wanted to say to him: If there is a next life, I hope you can live a happy life without any worries, and don't suffer so much and be so tired again.

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