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Chapter 107 The wild man is angry at the injustice

The weather is either sunny or overcast, which is just right for the journey.

A man in a green shirt stared down at the rugged roadside at his feet, walking carefully step by step, slowly coming from the mountain.

He is young, about 20 years old, with a slender figure and good looks.

He was supposed to be a high-spirited young man, ignorant and fearless, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and he was far from happy.

This is Yang Liang who escaped from the mountains.

He climbed over the Black Tiger Mountain, ran away from Min'an County, and walked southward for hundreds of miles in one breath.

The life of escape is not pleasant, nor is it as easy as imagined.

Without a diploma as a guide, I would not dare to enter a larger city.Even when walking in villages and towns, villagers will look at them with curious and suspicious eyes.

Yang Liang finally realized what it felt like to be neither human nor ghost, half human and half ghost.

He recalled what he said when he parted with Wang Huandi again, and his heart felt both sweet and sour, with various emotions welling up in his heart.

I talked big words to Wang Huandi, but it was easier said than done.

It can take as short as one or two years, or as long as three to five years. How can I carve out a world for girls?

A ferry appeared ahead, and Yang Liang came to the river. The turbid river water rolled past from west to east.

Yang Liang took out a useful kettle and drank some wine. Looking at the surging river in front of him, he had mixed feelings in his heart and couldn't help but want to compose a poem.

"Fu..."

Yang Liang spent a long time composing it, but he still couldn't do it. He probably didn't have enough poetry.

It's better to cry. Yang Liang touched the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't find any tears.

"In this situation, I really want to kill one or two people to relieve my worries." Yang Liang sighed.

"Woooooo."

At this time, a cry came from not far away. Yang Liang turned around and saw an old man sitting by the river burning paper, crying and telling something.

"Son, you died miserably. It's because dad has no ability and can't seek justice for you."

Yang Liang also came to the old man's side and cried out his thoughts through the ashes in the sky.

The old man cried for a while, and then suddenly found a young man squatting next to him, burning paper while crying.

"Young man, why are you crying? Has a relative died?"

"I'm crying to myself."

The old man said: "Aren't you still alive?"

"If I don't die now, I will die one day sooner or later. If I don't die today, I will die in 100 years." Yang Liang cried and said, "The sky is so big and the earth is so big that there is no place for me to stand."

Old man: "..."

Yang Liang wiped his tears and cried a lot, feeling much relieved.

"Old man, how did your son die?"

"My son is not dead."

"Uh……"

"If he doesn't die now, he will die sooner or later, within the next day or two. If he offends Lu Daguan, he will only die. Unfortunately, he is old and frail, and cannot avenge his son." The old man's eyes were red. , the tears couldn’t stop falling down one drop at a time.

It turned out that the old man's surname was Li and he was from nearby Lijiagou. He also had a son, the famous general Li Qingyang.

Li Qingyang was born with intelligence and could learn to read and learn calligraphy instantly.However, those who are talented are inevitably arrogant, and they are often a bit arrogant when speaking and doing things.

Unintentionally, he offended the nearby Lu officials.

Lu Daguan is the largest landowner in the area. He has a godfather who works in Pingzhou Military Arms. Relying on this, Lu Daguan dominates his hometown and runs rampant in the countryside.

"In other words, your young master is now being held in the Lu family?"

Old Man Li nodded: "Quinzi thought that Enke would definitely go to high school this time, so he was a little arrogant and became more and more arrogant in his words and actions.

But this is the world owned by the Lu family. He invited my son to the house for a drink, and after getting Quanzi drunk, he framed him for stealing a silver cup so that he could be beaten severely, and then poured my son into the woodshed. Now he is alive or dead. Do not know at all. After Yang Liang understood, he stretched out his hand and said, "Old man, can I drink the wine you have?" "

Old Man Li raised the wine bottle and said, "This is for the dead to drink. If you are willing to drink it, then you can drink it?"

Yang Liang took the wine jar, drank the cold wine in one gulp, and said: "Old man, if the road is uneven, someone will plow it, and if the matter is unfair, someone will take care of it. Since I have encountered this matter, your young master will not die."

Old Li stared at Yang Liang in surprise, seeing that although he looked defeated, he still had a noble demeanor in his bones.

"Could it be that you are some important personage who paid a private visit incognito to understand the sentiments of the people?" Old Man Li thought of the story-telling novels he had heard, and his tone couldn't help but become respectful.

"No, I come from a farming background."

"Then how do you save my son?"

Yang Liang patted the knife on his body and said, "Have you ever heard of the Black Butterfly?"

"hiss……"

Old Man Li gasped and almost fainted on the spot.

"Old man, it's midnight tonight and we're still on this river. You prepare a small boat and I'll be responsible for rescuing people for you."

Before Old Man Li could say anything, Yang Liang had already stood up and strode away.

After a while, he turned back and said, "Where is the Lu family courtyard?"

"Uh……"

After Yang Liang left, Old Li stood or sat by the river, his heart racing and unable to settle down.

But I had some hope in my heart, so I prepared a small boat and stood guard by the river.

It was getting late, a bright moon hung in the sky, and there was mist on the river. There was no one around, only the autumn wind blew the reeds, like ghosts.

Old Man Li was waiting on the boat and kept looking into the distance. It was getting later and later, but there was still no change.
His heart gradually turned from hot to cold. After all, he blamed himself for why he trusted a stranger.

The Lu family is a deep compound with countless servants and evil servants. How could he possibly save people?

Ouch, don’t lose your life again because of yourself.

If that were the case, he would have committed an evil act.

At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up the sky in the distance, burning the sky into a fiery red.

Huh?
Old Li was surprised. It seemed to be the direction of the Lu family compound.

What exactly happened there.

After a while, a figure hurried over.

"Lao Li, Lao Li..."

"Sir, I'm here." Old Man Li raised the lantern in his hand.

Yang Liang stepped forward quickly, carrying a person on his back. Yang Liang put him on the boat in two steps and said, "Take a look, is this your son?"

"Son, is it really you?" Old Man Li was startled. Seeing his son's scarred appearance, he almost fainted on the spot.

"Come on, come on, I set a fire, and the people behind me are coming."

Old Man Li held up the pole, and a small boat parted the waves and sailed towards the other side.

A group of servants from the Lu family rushed to the shore holding big clubs, swords and guns, pointing at the boat that was getting away and yelling curses.

"Where did the villain come from? Don't you want to live anymore?"

"You have the guts to leave your name?"

"Hahaha."

Yang Liang stood up and laughed loudly.

At this time, the bright moon was in the sky and the breeze was in his arms. Yang Liang suddenly felt that the world was extremely open. The depression of the past few days had been swept away, and his mind was filled with the breeze, the bright moon and the joy of poetry:

"When the young man was fifteen or twenty, he captured Hu Maqiu on foot. Listen carefully. I will not change my name when I walk, but I will not change my surname when I sit down. I am a black butterfly who walks alone for thousands of miles."

(End of this chapter)