Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Gu Jingzhao cried for a long time.

Ah Fu stayed by the side all the time, and nothing was said between the two of them.

It was getting late until the two of them went down from the mountain.

"Then what are your plans in the future? There is no one in this village, and the priest certainly doesn't intend to let you go. You stay here to give them a chance to kill you."

Afu said so.

Jing Zhao also knew in his heart that the hatred between him and the priest had reached the point where the other party could not be tolerated.

It's just that he has been in Xiaxi village since he crossed over, and he has no other place to go after leaving here.

Moreover, does he really want to be a disgraceful deserter, and let the priest do evil, and he can really sit back and watch the dozens of lives in Xiaxi village?

Jing Zhao hesitated.

While talking, the two of them had already reached the main road at Zhaizikou.

Ah Fu cupped his hands at him, "Little boss, there are no people here who need my treatment for the disease, so I will leave."

Jing Zhao asked him, "Where are you going?"

Ah Fu thought for a while, and said honestly: "To tell you the truth, I am not from Baiyue, and you can tell by my accent."

Jing Zhao nodded. With his Sichuan dialect, he could smell hot pot through the screen.

"Actually, I have no parents or relatives. I was picked up from the mountains by my master, but my master and his elders also traveled all over the world and disappeared.

I have inherited his medical skills, and now I want to find my biological parents. If they are still alive, I can respect and be filial in front of them. "

Jing Zhaoming understood, he felt a little sigh in his heart, he didn't expect Ah Fu to be a filial child.

He said: "Shouldn't you be looking for it in Sichuan? How did you find Minyuelai?"

"It's not that I didn't find it!"

Ah Fu roared depressingly, "I found Yunnan from Shu, then went to Guizhou, and then Gui, all the way here!"

Jing Zhao: ...

He has nothing else to boast about, so he can only praise the young hero for his willpower.

Jing Zhao patted him on the shoulder, "What do you plan to do after that?"

Ah Fu looked a little far away, and he sighed: "I didn't find it from west to east, so I walked north and looked."

Ah Fu said to Jing Zhao: "Little boss, do you want to go to the Central Plains with me?"

"There are many big countries in the Central Plains. I heard that the land of Qin and Chu has outstanding people. If you open restaurants in those places, it will definitely be much better than it is now."

Jing Zhao looked back at the tombs standing at the entrance of the village.His eyes are a little far away, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Are you going?
leave here……

"Gu Jingzhao, are you going to leave like this!"

Suddenly, a childish voice came from behind, interrupting Jing Zhao's thoughts.

An Zhiping walked towards him with big strides, and Aning was still at his side.

An Zhiping's eyes were red, and he stared at Jing Zhao: "The reason why these things happened here, can you get away with it? The folks died because of you, and now you want to pat your ass and leave?"

"There is also Patriarch Shandan, Sister Qing and her family, do you know that they were taken away by the priests, and they are still waiting for you to rescue them!"

An Zhiping burst into tears as he spoke.

The young man said in a strong and domineering tone, "Gu Jingzhao, I won't let you go!"

"If you stay, treat it as helping me and avenging them!"

"My father and the others died so badly. My whole family was wiped out by the priests. I can't watch them die for no reason."

"Please... stay, take me, and avenge them..."

The boy said, his voice gradually choked up.

This is what he really wants to say, he is the only survivor in the entire village.

He saw with his own eyes how cruel the priest used to slaughter the entire village.

How could he not repay this hatred?

Jing Zhao lowered his eyes slightly, and turned his eyes to Aning, as if asking for his opinion.

Aning clasped her hands, still with that indifferent look on her face.

After a while, he said, "You make this decision yourself."

After searching for a long time, Jing Zhao took out An Nanhuai's jade pendant from his bosom, and handed it to An Zhiping.

"I took it off Nan Huai's body. It should be a token from your father to Nan Huai's next township head. I'll give it to you now."

"Zhiping, the heavy responsibility of the Anxi clan has been entrusted to you."

An Zhiping's eyes were filled with mist.

He was trembling, and he hadn't taken the jade pendant from Jing Zhao's hand for a long time.

"An Nanhuai..."

"An Nanhuai is dead?!"

He couldn't believe it.

Jing Zhao glanced away, he was also sad, that child was kind, kind and smart.

Jing Zhao also likes him very much.

However, he saw with his own eyes that his head was cut off and hung on a tree, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

In addition to sadness in Jing Zhao's heart, there was more anger and a deep sense of powerlessness.

He responded slowly: "En..."

Jing Zhao pointed to one of the graves behind him, An Nanhuai was buried there, he buried it himself.

An Zhiping suddenly ran over like crazy.

Looking at the words on the tombstone, he went crazy and started digging the grave.

Jing Zhao rushed over and grabbed him, "What are you doing!"

"An Nanhuai is dead? He is dead??"

He still looked disbelieving.

Jing Zhao didn't know why he was going crazy, so he hurriedly pulled people away, "The dead are the worst, don't act recklessly."

An Zhiping and An Nanhuai have never been dealt with.

The relationship between the two of them is not as close as brothers, and what he is doing now makes Jing Zhao very strange.

An Zhiping suddenly burst into tears, and fell down on the grave.

He cried so hard that he lost all strength from crying and passed out.

Jing Zhao gently wiped away his tears, put him on his back, and carried him back.

Seeing this, Ah Fu was also quite worried, so he went back to Shang Shi Ji together.

The three of them were sitting in the shop, and a solitary lamp flickered on and off on their faces.

The room was dead silent.

"The priest will soon find out that Aning and I are not dead, and they may find Xiaxi again. Ah Fu, it's dangerous for you to stay, so let's get on the road as soon as possible."

After a long time, Jing Zhao spoke, his voice full of exhaustion and hoarseness.

"Let's go together, too."

Jing Zhao shook his head, "I've decided not to leave."

He could have just left, but now he learned that the Shandan family was captured by the priest, and Qing, dozens of them are in the hands of the priest, if he leaves now, it will be difficult for them to survive.

What An Zhiping said is right, everything here is caused by him, he can't be irresponsible, he got up and patted his ass and left after making these troubles.

Ah Fu turned his head to look at Aning again, "Young Master Ying, aren't you leaving?"

Aning stood up in silence, and went straight back to the backyard to sleep.

Ah Fu:?
Seeing this, Jing Zhao answered for him: "There is a high probability that he will not leave either."

Thinking of this, a warm feeling flashed across Jing Zhao's heart.

Ah Fu twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'll leave tomorrow, little boss, find a bed for me."

Jing Zhao should be fine.

But just got up, a few figures passed by the door.

"There seems to be someone!" Jing Zhao was about to close the door in a hurry.