Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 115
The little girl didn't speak, she held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the rattle in the other, but her eyes were fixed on the big girl's biscuits that had only one bite left.

The big girl smiled triumphantly, ate the last bite of sesame seed cakes, and licked the remaining cake crumbs on her hands.

"After eating this cake, I can live another day. You are holding this useless rattle and trying to waste your energy to pull out this sword. I don't know if you can survive today?
Oh, by the way, maybe you can learn from that bandit, he still has half of his palm left unfinished, if you think it’s dirty, you can just cut his meat and eat it, because the meat is not so perishable in winter.

Even if you don't eat it, after a while, other people will come to eat it.But... if you eat human flesh, can you learn from this old man to be a hero in the future? "

She giggled and turned to leave.

In this troubled world, she already understands the law of the weak and the strong better than many people. If she wants to survive, she must put away her sympathy and do whatever it takes!
But when she turned around, she saw two people, two people holding horses.

They didn't look malnourished due to the famine at all, they just looked at the two girls in silence, and the mess on the ground.

The big girl froze for a moment, her eyes rolled up and down, and she already knew that there must be food on these two people just from the first impression of observing them!

She hurriedly pretended to be pitiful and knelt on the ground and said: "You two heroes, please have pity on us, our parents have been killed by the rebels, and everyone in the village has been captured by the golden man to fill the ditch.

We haven't eaten for many days, can you give us a little food, you can do whatever you want us...

We can do anything, we are willing to do anything..."

Although the big girl is young, she is already over 13 years old. At this age, she can indeed do and endure many things that adult women can do.

The two watched as she brushed her hair away and wiped her dirty face with snow. In order to survive, she did, as she said, do anything.

The little girl was still holding on to the long sword she had drawn out, holding the rattle drum, and guarding in front of the old knight's body, refusing to budge, her eyes full of ignorant persistence.

The two people here are exactly Li Xuange and Huang Yaoshi.

Li Xuange said: "She is not wrong, what is wrong is this world."

Huang Yaoshi said: "I know, but I can't sympathize.

You should also know that we are here to find people and kill people, not to save people.

Because if we want to save people, sooner or later no one will be able to save us. "

Li Xuange still took out a piece of biscuit and handed it to the big girl in front of him. The big girl greedily took the big biscuit with a satisfied smile on her face.

She looked at Li Xuange with almost bright eyes, and said: "Hero, my name is Gao Jiping! I am old enough, take me, I can do anything for you!"

Li Xuange said: "There is only so much I can do, I believe that even if you are alone, you can still live well."

The name Gao Jiping made Li Xuange somewhat impressed, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before.

Huang Yaoshi walked up to another little girl, grabbed her hand holding the sword hilt with one hand, and the heat in her palm warmed her cold and thin hand.

He held her hand, and with a slight force, he pulled out the rusty sword stuck in the rebellious soldier's abdomen.

Looking at the little girl, Huang Yaoshi didn't care about the filth, holding the bloody rusty sword, shrunk into the arms of the old knight's corpse, and looked at the person with vigilant eyes.

Huang Yaoshi asked, "Why do you want this sword?"

The little girl timidly replied: "This is the sword of this grandpa. They want to eat us, but grandpa saved our lives."

Gao Jiping said: "This old man pointed at this rusty sword just before he died, but we don't know martial arts, and we can't protect ourselves with a sword, let alone this sword is so rusted..."

Huang Yaoshi nodded, "So that's how it is. He gave his life to save you, and you took his last ration, but this little sister accepted the gift he really wanted to pass on."

The big girl already understood some truths, she suddenly shut her mouth, but she was a little bit unconvinced.

Li Xuange said: "You will definitely get his cake, but what he wants to pass on to you is this chivalrous spirit of self-sacrifice and self-sacrifice."

Gao Jiping said: "The spirit of chivalry can save others in troubled times, but it can't save yourself. What's the use of it!"

Li Xuange said: "Since you're still alive, you can't say it's useless."

Gao Jiping shut up again, she was afraid to look at the corpse of the old knight.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the little girl and said, "Let's bury this old gentleman."

The little girl nodded slightly...

Li Xuange and Huang Yaoshi used broken boards to dig a hole in the frozen ground nearby. They didn't know Feng Shui either, they only knew that since the old knight died here, he should be buried by the bridge as a memory.

During this process, Gao Jiping watched from the sidelines and tightly wrapped the roll of sesame seed cakes that Li Xuange gave her in her arms. Only food can bring her a sense of security, and she is not wrong.

The other little girl helped dig the hole as much as she could, even if she rubbed her frozen hands until they were dripping with blood.

She is a grateful person, and there is nothing wrong with that.

The tomb has been dug to a depth of about seven feet. Doing such work in the permafrost will take a lot of energy.

Li Xuange and Huang Yaoshi had deep internal energy, so they couldn't help sweating, after all, they didn't have the tools at their fingertips.

The three of them used the tattered straw mats they found, wrapped the old knight's frozen body, buried it in the grave, filled it with soil, and simply piled up a grave.

Huang Yaoshi said: "Set up a monument."

Li Xuange said: "We don't know his name."

"It doesn't matter. Write down what he did at the last moment before his death. I believe someone will know. When the troubled times are over, someone may give him a name."

Li Xuange looked around, and finally looked up at the covered bridge. There was a plaque hanging on the covered bridge with the words "World Peace" written on it.

Looking at it now, it seems somewhat ironic.

Li Xuange knocked down the plaque with one palm, cut it out with one sword, and the plaques were immediately divided into appropriate sizes.

He took a piece and went to the tomb, turned the back of the plaque outwards, pressed his palm to the ground, and then stabbed more than a third of the plaque into the frozen ground!

Huang Yaoshi nodded and praised: "Your internal strength is also ten times stronger than when we first met."

Li Xuange said: "My handwriting is ugly, you come to engrave it."

Huang Yaoshi picked up the old knight's rusty sword, penetrated the tip of the sword, and immediately carved a line of Andante official script on the bare back, briefly introducing the old knight's previous actions in classical Chinese.

After doing this, the two adults bowed in front of his grave, and the little girl knelt on the ground earnestly and kowtowed several times.

Only Gao Jiping stood aside, watching silently, without saying a word, and never came forward to pay respects.

Huang Yaoshi looked at the little girl and asked, "What's your name?"

The little girl said timidly, "My name is Mei Chaofeng."

"Good name, would you like to worship me as a teacher and follow me to Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea?"

Mei Chaofeng thought for a while and asked, "Are you a hero?"

Huang Yaoshi laughed and said: "I, I can't say, I shouldn't be a hero. However, I can teach you how to become a hero."

Three people and two horses, carrying a rusty sword and a bloody rattle, walked slowly towards the east.

Gao Jiping chased up from behind, and shouted unwillingly: "Why don't you take me with you! It's not fair!"

Li Xuange said: "It's not that we don't take you, but you have already made a choice.

You choose to live by any means, in troubled times, there is nothing wrong with that.

And our trip is very likely to die, just like this old knight.

Ahead is the camp of the Golden Army, are you willing to follow us to die? "

Gao Jiping was stunned. In the wind and snow, she held the frozen biscuits in her arms and stared blankly at the group of people drifting away.

(End of this chapter)