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"Then how do you know this?"

Miyou asked curiously.

Qingkui's display method is different from others. The previous Nuo Po and Nagu are all unfolded one by one from his own perspective in chronological order, as if he were watching them from their position at that time. With all the stories happening.The display of Qingkui is more like a tripartite perspective. If the protagonist is not himself, and the entire picture is covered with light green to indicate this, it will make people feel that this is an edited movie or a feature film. .There is no shortage of ups and downs and foreshadowing.

This also gave Miyou more fun to think and reason.

Qing Kui sighed softly: "How do I know... That's... it's a long story..."

It finally came out from behind Miyou and stood beside her.This made Miyou see Qingkui's appearance.

It's not the same as the Qingkui seen in the picture.At the moment, Qing Kui's face is old, with a blue birthmark covering almost his entire face. One of his eyes is still blue-gray, but the other one is blood red.Not only that, it seemed to be missing an arm.Miyou couldn't see how much damage there was under the big sleeves of the toga, and only saw one of the sleeves was empty.

Qing Kui narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his good hand to wave.

As it moved, the scene in front of him flew back like time, and in the blink of an eye it was back to the day when Taoist Wuya came to pick up Qingkui.

The mist in the mountains in the early morning has not yet dispersed, hazily covering the cozy villages in the mountains and forests.The sun has just risen, and the not strong sunlight shines through the tall trees in the mountains and forests, leaving a large mottled shadow on the ground, like a natural picture.The wolf-like bandits broke into this quiet and peaceful village.They didn't communicate with anyone, didn't say any nonsense, they just rushed towards the confused crowd with a grin.

The first one to fall was my grandmother who went out to fetch water early in the morning.

The barrel fell to the ground, cracking a small but abrupt gap. The spring water spilled all over the ground, and the soil was soaked into gray and black marks, which were then dyed with new colors by blood.

Then the woman who fell down was the mother-in-law who was feeding chickens at the entrance of the village.The big rooster that woke up the whole village every day only crowed half a time and then fell mute.

The uncle who heard the sound and went out fell down, the brother who was trying to resist with a hatchet fell down, and the girl who ran out of the door was chased from behind, her hair was pulled out and her throat was cut heavily. .

Qingkui, who is more than two years old, is held in his mother's arms.Their home is located farther inside the village and closer to the mountains.Qingkui's father and grandfather were both old mountain craftsmen. When he heard the sound, the old man was already lying on the wall and looking outside.

"How's it going, dad? How many people are there?" Qingkui's father asked nervously.

"I'm afraid that the Cao Huan Dan will cause trouble... there are too many people, and they have all seen blood."

The old mountain craftsman frowned.

Since the salesman who often went to the mountain disappeared two years ago, a strange Taoist came. Although the transaction continued, the old salesman noticed something was wrong.

To guard rare treasures such as Cao Huan Dan, they did not fish from the entire lake, but collected them once a year, only collected mature ones, and only traded them with the salesman. This is the simple wisdom of the mountain people.

The grass returns the elixir to be cherished, but not that rare.Qingkui's mother had a difficult delivery when she gave birth to him, so she was able to give him a piece of grass to eat, and this way she managed to save her life from a tragic death.Only by selling less can we keep this rare treasure in the village, and the benefits will be greater. How can a small village like theirs be saved?
But Lao Shanjiang never thought that even if he was so cautious, even if he only exchanged some daily necessities every year, Cao Huan Dan would still attract people's attention and cause trouble.

Fortunately, as early as two years ago, Laopaoshanjiang was preparing for this day.

At this time, there was a knock on the small door near the back mountain, using the agreed-upon special frequency.Qingkui's mother immediately opened the door and let her nephew slip out through the back door.

"We can't all leave." Lao Paoshanjiang warned.

This plan has always been there, after all, in the early years there would be situations like wolves descending the mountain.Lao Paoshanjiang also said hello to the village chief and acquaintances.But there can only be a few people running in the back mountains. Only the juniors of these mountaineering craftsmen's families, those who have been familiar with the conditions in the mountains since childhood.

Others have other methods.

After letting a few juniors go, Qingkui's mother opened the bed and let the remaining children lie down in it. "No matter what happens, don't make a sound. Do you hear me? You can't come out until at least tomorrow night." She ordered and put a bag of dry biscuits in.Then she picked up Qingkui and wanted to put Qingkui in together.

"He can't do it." The old mountain craftsman took a puff of his pipe and stopped.

"Dad..." Qing Kuiniang's voice trembled.

"Grandpa, give it to me." Although the little niece hiding under the bed board is young, she is already a sensible girl. She stretched out her hands to Qing Kuiniang: "I will cover his mouth to prevent him from crying. from."

The old mountain builder shook his head: "Ah Qing's face is too obvious. This disaster was obviously caused by the newly replaced Taoist priest who went up the mountain. He has seen Ah Qing. If Ah Qing is not here, there will be fewer people in the village." We can’t hide the matter. That Taoist priest is not a good person, but he also said that he would accept A Qing as his disciple. Maybe A Qing can survive."

Qingkui Niang started to sob.With tears on her face, she closed the bed board and sat on the bed with Qing Kui in her arms.

"Mother..." Qingkui looked at his mother blankly, tears dripped from Qingkui's mother's face and fell on Qingkui's face.Qingkui stretched out his hand to wipe away his mother's tears.He is already a governor, but his eyesight is not very good and his vision is sometimes blurry.Because his eyesight is bad, his ears are unusually sharp.At this moment, he heard the footsteps of the bandits approaching the door.

In Qingkui's house, the bandits lost four of their companions, and even the seemingly weak Qingkui mother stabbed her with a knife.But that's all.The bandits were furious, and each of Qingkui's family members was stabbed at least a dozen times.

Qingkui was put in the crib by his mother when the bandits first came in, and the crib was covered with a cloth curtain.

But this only covered his bad eyes, not his ears.He heard the sound of the sharp blade cutting into the body, heard the sound of blood splashing, heard the scream of his mother, heard the roar of his father and grandfather... He didn't know what happened, but he smelled the strong smell.In such a strong smell, the voices of father, mother, grandfather and uncles disappeared.

They are gone.

When he grew up, Qingkui finally knew what it tasted like.It was the smell of human blood.

Later, when he was lifted from the crib, he heard his sister crying.The children who were hiding under the bed could not hold back and crawled out from under the bed in advance, crying bitterly while holding the bodies of their elders.

Then Taoist Wuya came.

The young lady holding him and covering his eyes disappeared.

He smelled the same bloody smell as that day again.He didn't know what that smell was, but he knew that that smell meant that someone had disappeared.

"Then, when I was 12 years old, Taoist Wuya personally killed my senior brother, who was also his eldest disciple. He didn't know that I saw everything outside the window."

The great disciple of Taoist Wuya was not a kind person, but evil people will be punished by evil people. When Taoist Wuya discovered that his apprentice had rebellious thoughts, he immediately took cruel measures.

Precisely because this was not planned in advance, Qing Kui was given a chance to peek into the secret.

The senior brother fell down, and then the strong smell of blood filled the room.The smell engraved deep in his memory awakened Qing Kui, who realized that his parents were killed by so-called bandits, but the person who killed his sister and other children must be Taoist Wuya.

"From that day on, I started to observe. There is a secret technique in Wuya, and my senior brother died because of prying into the secret technique. In other words, he wanted to steal the secret technique."

From that day on, Qing Kui's eyes got worse.

He originally just had poor eyesight, but since then he started to have blurred vision and even bumped and fell in the yard.In the end, he was almost blind, and he could only see for a short time by taking an expensive drug.

After a few years of this, Wuya's defense against him became very low.

After all, no matter how good the book is, there is nothing that a blind man can read. (End of chapter)