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Chapter 103 Hero, Demon, Growth... (22)

The first year of Qin Dayuan.

May seventeenth.

Ni Tianxing, a rebellious citizen, killed Zhao's family in Fufeng County with a sword.

On that day, a red star flashed on the side of Ziwei Star, emitting a fierce light, covering Di Yao.

The Observatory wrote a book overnight.

The evil star Yinghuo, should have been born.

———— "General Principles of Qin History Seventeen Volumes"

On the Fufeng Ghost Crying Cliff, the pale-faced Yuwen stood side by side with the old master, the weapon in his hand was broken, but his expression was still indifferent.

The 72 National Pillar closed his eyes and looked at the stratus clouds below, with a severed arm under his feet.

"The wall stands thousands of feet high, the sky and the earth are reversed here, and there is no way to vacate."

"Ni Tianxing is an upper third rank, and he has divine weapons to protect his body. He may not die, and it will be too late to chase after him."

"I will report to the court, and escape against the sky."

The Master's demeanor became more and more old and tired. Old people are the easiest to recall the past. Looking at the thick clouds below, it seems that they saw the young swordsman with high spirits and clear eyes more than 20 years ago.

He said that he wanted to become a hero who punishes rape and eradicates evil.

He said that he eats and plays all over the world, that he wants to marry a girl from the neighbor's house, and that he wants to raise three cats, one named Roasted Chicken, one named Mantou, and one named Baozi.

He said that he would let his family live a life of eating meat every meal.

Thinking of this, the old man looked even older.

It seems to see the young man with red eyes 20 years ago again.

"am I wrong……"

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The three of Wang Anfeng accepted the interrogation as usual, and because of the endorsement of Fufeng's master, they were not made things difficult.

But no one feels better.

Especially Wang Anfeng and Bailifeng.

Holding the remaining Mo Dao, Bai Lifeng lowered his head in a rare way.

Wang Anfeng walked forward slowly, his expression seemed to be peaceful, but the palm of the hand holding the wooden sword was clenched very tightly, and veins burst out.

After returning, they dispersed.

Wang Anfeng had nightmares for several nights while taking a nap after practice.

The red embroidered shoes dancing on the fire are as bright red as blood and warm as fire.

Holding his head up and laughing wildly, the self-proclaimed demon Master Nee.

In Zhao's mansion, Qi Qi fell to the dead men and women.

The majestic and majestic Qin character flag is waving and fluttering, with the color of blood flowing on it, surrounded by majestic black.

Every time he sees this sad scene, the young man will wake up from his dream and find it difficult to fall asleep again. The grand Qin Haohao he saw was smashed to pieces by a brutal way at a banquet that he thought was ordinary. Master Ni, who is naturally delicious and playful, has become a murderous heretic...

He has never experienced Master Nee's experience, so he is not qualified to speak nonsense.

But something must have gone wrong.

Otherwise, it shouldn't.

Great Qin, people's hearts, rivers and lakes, aristocratic families, magic soldiers, interests...

The boy's eyes gradually became darker.

It's bound to go wrong!

He was on Mount Shaoshi, looking out the window at the dark night and the stars gradually rising. He knew that the mighty Daqin was far less powerful than what he had seen. , and the Daqin who is still "upright and upright", the young man rises up, the sea is vast and the sky is high, his body is small, but he will still walk slowly, the scribes in green shirts frown and ask, the young man holds a sword, and dances in the night.

"Practice!"

Then, check it out!
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Daqin Tiezu searched under the cliff for three days and three nights.

Nothing.

The imperial decree is spread throughout the world, and those who kill without guilt will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold.

And thousands of miles away, a blood-stained man with a broken arm passed a mountain village with an indifferent expression, but was stopped by the village chief.

"Sir, you are a warrior..."

The wrinkled old man looked at the man in front of him. His broken left arm held a sword in his right hand. It was as red as blood. It seemed that there were blood flames churning, which made people terrified. The fear that appeared on his face involuntarily seemed to be Something supported him, so that he did not retreat half a point.

The Confucian scholar looked up at him, nodded slightly, and said in a gentle tone:
"Yes, what does this old man have to teach?"

Seeing his gentle voice, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It's getting late, it's not advisable to hurry, why don't you go in and have a rest, sir?"

Looking at his appearance, Ni Tianxing knew that he had other plans, but he didn't care. All the way in, he saw that the people looked at him with fear, but they pretended to be enthusiastic, went to the village elder's house, and put on a The table was delicious, and he was invited to take a seat with enthusiasm.

After the Confucian scholar sat down, the old man drew out a pretty girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, pushed him to his side, smiled and complimented him, then backed out by himself, saying that he was going to get some wine.

Ni Tianxing mocked, and when he looked at the girl with bowed head, he became gentler, patted the stool next to him, and said:

"Sit down, there are so many dishes, let's eat together."

He casually put the sword aside, took his own chopsticks to eat something, and let it go, the girl looked at the man with the broken arm in front of her, and thought of the elder's instructions, she gritted her teeth, if the man didn't touch her, nothing would happen. If you mess up, you must be severely punished. Trembling, he raised his hand and unbuttoned it, revealing the fair and delicate skin on his shoulders.

Just as she was about to untie it, a palm suddenly pressed against her own, warm and dry, the girl trembled slightly, the eyes of the Confucian scholar in front of her were indifferent, but there seemed to be some pity, and said:

"Why?"

The Confucian scholar looked at the girl in front of him, but he could hear the whispers of an old man separated by a wall.

"Elder, is this okay... Several warriors have died, but they have not been able to kill those bandits... Even the officers and soldiers can't do anything about this cottage, and many people have been lost."

"What's more, this is a man with a broken arm... this..."

"Let go! Long-winded, aren't they knights just to be famous? They don't want to be chivalrous, so don't they want us ordinary people to die?"

"If we can kill two more bandits before we die, we will feel better... One day we will be able to live in peace!"

The corner of the Confucian scholar's mouth appeared mocking, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps, and the palm on the girl's palm was skillfully placed, allowing the girl to sit on his lap, with the palm lightly resting on her waist, the girl's body trembled slightly, sadness appeared in her heart, but It was found that the palm was just indifferent and did not offend.

The wooden door was pushed open, and the old man came over with a simple smile on his face, carrying a jar of dusty wine, glanced at the girl who was 'carried' in his arms, felt a little relieved, and said with a smile
"Sir, is Luliu negligent?"

With a peaceful smile on the corner of Confucian scholar's mouth, he asked the girl to bring him some food through sound transmission, and said casually:

"good."

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

The old man's expression froze, his thoughts turned slightly, his face looked sad, and he said the words he had prepared a long time ago. There were bandits making trouble. Because they were familiar with the terrain, the bandits were cunning and difficult to resist. Even the officers and soldiers suffered losses, but The bandits disappeared for a while, and then came back again, even more rampant.

Finally bowed his hands and said:

"I implore sir to save us..."

The Confucian scholar looked at the old man with a sincere and sad face, and said leisurely:

"I reject……"

The old man's expression was slightly stiff, and the Confucian scholar had already gently pushed the girl away, got up with his sword, and lazily said: "It is not weak to be able to repel the officers and soldiers. If you don't pay a penny, it is too casual for me to fight for you ..."

The old man didn't dare to say it: "Yes, but you are a hero..."

The voice stopped abruptly, a long red sword was pointed across his throat, and there was an undisguised killing intent, Confucian scholar gave him an indifferent look.

"I'm not a hero."

"And you are insulting them."

With a shake of her wrist, the sharp sword suddenly pierced through the air, and the girl screamed.

After a while, the Confucian scholar walked out of the mountain village slowly.

In the house, the old man lay limp on the ground, still trembling uncontrollably, the young girl sat there blankly, nothing was damaged, only a crispy fried peanut missing from the table, and the Confucian muttering.

It is best if there is medicinal porridge.

The night wind was cold, and a raging fire was ignited in the hidden cottage.

There was blood flowing on the red long sword, and the Confucian scholar was completely dressed, walking between the heavens and the earth, with an indifferent expression, the crazy killing intent that filled his mind had dissipated a lot, but Qu Yue felt empty, and the thoughts that could not stop appearing in his mind , It turned out to be many classics that I have read in the past 20 years.

The truth inside is simple and simple, but it leads to more questions.

In the court, those high-ranking officials read far more books than him, and for a long time. Why is there still bandits in the current world, and there are people who look like demons who expect knights to save themselves?There will be squalor hidden beneath the majesty of the vastness.

Will give birth to a heretic like himself, with bloody hands.

The Confucian scholar walked forward slowly, but his eyes were very clear, much clearer than when he was in the Zhao residence.

It has been 20 years since Zhao Zheng's incident.

Is it the only one?

Why is there no one to take care of it, no one to investigate?

Why don't all the people who understand the truth check it out?

Can't find it?

I still have a chance for revenge, sleeping more than 300 resentful souls, and finally have a clear understanding, but what about others, are there more, unjustly died on unwarranted charges in the past history, become the voice of praise, and become Putrid mud makes the Daqin tree more lush, allowing the branches, leaves, and fruits to absorb more nutrients?And his revenge will be despised by the so-called saints and gentlemen after today.

People's eyes are in the front, he knows.

Therefore, most of them can only see the present death, but not the bloody past, and condemn the cruelty, but they don't know that the wealth and honor of these people in the past 20 years was bought by the lives and future of more than 300 resentful souls.

Every bite of meat was mixed with screams of resentment.

With every sip of wine, you can smell the blood of depression and decay.

There are more people...more people, families, bureaucrats...don't worry.

If nothing happened 20 years ago... maybe it would have been a small village...

Ni Tianxing suddenly felt like a dream, but then thought, is the person who gave the order also a Confucian disciple who recited the principles of classics?
Is the reason wrong?
Thousands of years ago, the old man spared no effort to search for what he was looking for, is it the one that he kneels before the emperor and presents it with both hands?
Confucian scholar's eyes became brighter, the aura that had gradually dissipated from his body stopped falling, and began to climb towards a higher level in another direction, he stepped forward slowly, his lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold, echoing around the world .

"Repay kindness with kindness, and repay grievances with straightness."

"The country has its own way, help it..."

"The country has no way."

His footsteps paused slightly, and his lips moved slightly.

"Destroy it."

There was a bang, the aura of Nitian Xing's whole body swelled, the bun was scattered, and the black hair danced wildly, but a pair of eyes became brighter and brighter, like cold stars, making people tremble in the heart, what appeared on the body was no longer pure and magnificent Righteousness, but not the way of evil.

Chilling, cold, even crazy.

Stopping killing with killing is completely different from the decisive way of killing Confucian children all over the world.

Surrounded by vibrancy, like a ghost crying, it seems that amidst the cheers and singing, the broken-arm master walked slowly, moving towards the direction gradually farther away from Fufeng, and gradually farther away from the world.

PS: The evil boss, it didn't happen overnight... Master Ni, the foodie, is really dead.

Only the evil way is against the sky, and he does not deny that his hands are bloody. He is also one of the mistakes in his own eyes. It does not conflict with his change of thought. Don't talk about it. As for the entanglement of this character, just ask In a word, your own family of more than 300 people in the countryside was killed, and you only want to kill the chief culprit, is that okay?

In the pre-Qin period, the hatred of nine generations could still be avenged.

With the morality of a chivalrous man, it is unrealistic to ask for an avenger, and it is also the first time for me to write a complex character. Please forgive me for the disadvantages.

I know that many people may not be able to accept the transformation of a foodie, and think that this person should die immediately... But this is a world, isn't it just a knight and a demon
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