Blue Sky Sword

While talking next door, the Mongolian side was reinforcing the walls and the roof for his wife in his room.

And just when the western wall was about to be repaired, by coincidence, I heard someone talking on the other side.

Although I can't hear it very clearly, it seems...it seems to be related to me?

The Mongolian side couldn't help being curious, and instinctively put their ears on their ears to listen carefully.

Then I heard: You also need someone to join the army. This quota was given to the Mongolian side, so your own children don’t have to go?

The old man is lonely and widowed all his life, lonely and lonely until the old age, how can this fool be able to have his wife and children on the bed?

I don't feel comfortable breaking them up.

Not to mention being neighbors, seeing them loving each other every day makes me feel uncomfortable and annoying!

After hearing the conspiracy, the Mongolian side's body seemed to be frozen, and the whole person was frozen there.

Although he once had doubts about Old Mo, he dispelled his doubts based on the idea of ​​being a good person.

I don’t want to take it seriously that this old thing is plotting against me!

I borrowed food, I borrowed it, asked for oil, and I gave it!

Then you couldn't stop being grateful, and even turned your hand to frame me!

Then you couldn't stop being grateful, and even turned your hand to frame me!

Let my wife and I separate, and we will embark on the road of life and death.

That night, Meng Fang leaned against the root of the gable, looked up at the stars in the sky, and stayed up half the night.

In my mind, there are only a few words, echoing back and forth!

"Who made him timid? Don't bully him, bully who?"

"Who made him weak? Who made him kind?"

"It's difficult for everyone! Why is he so hot with his wife and children! You are still so young? Why?!"

The Mongolian side's heart and mind were filled with these few words, stirring back and forth.

One of his hearts almost stopped beating, but the expression in his eyes became more and more ferocious.

Suddenly, he slapped himself hard.

"Make you usually cowardly and cowardly!"

"Make you weak!"

"Make you happy!"

clap clap

Meng Fang slapped himself more than a dozen times in a row, but there was only calm and coldness in his eyes.

"Mongolia, you are guilty! You are guilty!"

"Change it!"

This morning.

The Mongolian side showed nothing unusual, and went out with the army as usual, and even left his wife in tears.

However, at night, this young man from the mountain village, who has been kind to others all his life, was asleep when his companions were all asleep. Run for seventy miles and dive back home!

Well, instead of going back to my own home, I went next door.

The old Mo next door was feeling overwhelmed because of his successful calculation, so he poured himself a plate of pickles.

Suddenly, the door opened, cold wind rushed in, and the oil lamp went out instantly.

"Who?" The old man asked tremblingly.

Although he didn't know what to do, he still thought that this sudden change was man-made.

However, a judgment will not ease the subsequent situation.

A burly black figure appeared from behind, grabbed his neck, and pressed a bright sickle to his neck.

"Strong man... strong man spare your life... old man..."

Old Mo begged for mercy: "Strong man, you and I have no grievances..."

But the black shadow behind him didn't say a word, like a cold and hard stone, lifeless and lifeless.

But his five fingers continued to exert force, and they tightly covered Lao Mo's mouth.

Old Mo struggled: "Strong man...please let me...please let me die..."

laugh!

A stream of blood gushed out, and Lao Mo's throat was completely severed by the sharp sickle.

From beginning to end, not a word was said.

Old Mo stared, his body slowly limp.

At the last moment of his life, when he fell to the ground, he finally turned his head and used

With a last glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw clearly that indifferent face,

The person who killed himself was...the neighbor...the Mongolian side?!

That cold face, that expressionless eyes, looked at him straightly.

It's not that his face is the same as before, but his temperament is completely different from his usual one!

Lao Mo's last thought was only regret, extreme regret, but his body twitched slowly.

He is afraid of people, laughs at others, is bad at people, is jealous of people's abilities, and is jealous of people's happiness. Scolding and beating, it's just that I can't get along in the local area and move.

It never occurred to him that just after moving here, someone would kill him just because he was just trying his hand!

If he had known this earlier, he would never have framed the Mongolian side.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

He never knew that honest people who are pushed to the limit are the scariest!

Lao Mo lay on the ground, his body stiffened a little bit, and he couldn't breathe.

The Mongolian side confirmed that he had no breathing and heartbeat, and even his body gradually lost temperature, so he was relieved.

He murmured: "You are the only one who planted me because you were jealous of my happiness, and made me embark on a road of no return."

"Then I planted me because of you, killed you, and sent you to the point of no return."

"Only in this way is the real fairness and justice."

"This is fairness, this is justice!"

This was the first time the Mongolian side had killed someone in his life, but because of the blessing of strong resentment, he didn't have much fear from the start to the moment.

Without hesitation, he plundered the money from Lao Mo, put it into a small cloth bag, and then went to the yard, picked up the small cloth bag with a long branch, and placed it gently on the On the eaves of my own house, I pulled out the tiles again, slightly covering the small cloth bag.

This is the place where he hid his private house without telling his wife, who was always reluctant to spend money, but she was weak, so he often secretly hid a penny or two in case of emergencies. I can buy some delicious food for my daughter-in-law to nourish her body.

Now, it unexpectedly came in handy for other purposes.

"Although I don't have much money, it's a pity to throw it away.

"If you give it directly to the lady, someone just died here. After the investigation, the lady will not be able to withstand the incident. I am afraid that she will show her flaws. Not only will she not be able to get the money, but the

And it became a root seedling that caused trouble and harmed the wife. "

"Hiding here, just wait for the tiles to loosen a little, and I will respond... In a few days, it will be autumn and winter. When the north wind blows, as long as the wind is a little stronger, it will

Blow the thatch over there, as long as the tile is driven to fall, the money will naturally fall in front of the lady. "

"At that time, the time has passed. Even if someone finds out, they will only think that it is my private money. No matter what, it has nothing to do with this bastard."

He stood in the yard and looked at the neighbor affectionately.

At this moment, his heart is filled with longing for the past, the urge to hug his wife and tell her that I am back.

But can't.

I don't have much time left for myself, so I need to go back quickly.

More importantly, now that the incident has passed, the wife may show her flaws after the incident. She is so naive and timid, she can't stand it.

Meng Fang tidied up his clothes a little.

His action this time was deliberate, and there was not even a drop of blood on his clothes.

Because when killing, he was behind the deceased, but the blood was sprayed forward, so naturally the clothes were not stained with blood.

Although this was his first time to kill someone, until now, he still didn't feel any emotions such as fear and tension.

This is revenge, karma, retribution is not good!

He ruined my happiness, of course I want revenge.

I'm doing this to protect my wife.

She must have had a hard time when I wasn't home.

It would be hard for Rou'er to have this old thing as a neighbor.

Then... let's arrange the final account!

I'm not nervous, I'm not afraid, I'm not guilty, I'm not in pain.

Holding the **** sickle, he walked out of Lao Mo's yard quickly.

According to the plan that had already been planned, he only took a few steps around, and then threw the **** sickle into the courtyard in front of him.

Benedict!

There was only a soft sound, seemingly unknown to what was inserted into it.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

It's done, and there is not even the last sound. This is even the sky helping me.

--I was framed, and the national law sentenced me to serve in the army. I couldn't disobey it. Even if I knew I was wronged, I could only do it, because my arms couldn't twist my thighs.

But I still want you to understand, or at least make you scruples.

Don't bully me!

Don't bully my family! I will kill someone!

I really will kill!

Although you don't know it's me, Li Zheng must be suspicious, because he is a participant and the actual beneficiary!

If I don't send back the news of his death, he won't dare to do anything!

If something happens to my wife, I will kill your whole family when I come back!

If you can kill Lao Mo, you don’t care if you kill Lizheng’s family more. If you say I dare or not, do you believe it or not?!

 …

In the dark night, he hurried out of the village, and started his run home again, rushing back to the camp as soon as possible.

All the way the night was dark, the stars and the moon were dark.

A young man, in the dark night, walks alone, running desperately.

In his eyes, there was nothing but peace.

Early the next morning.

When the Lizheng family got up, they saw the **** sickle stuck on the ground in front of the door.

Bloody and cold.

Lizheng screamed in fright, almost fell to the ground, scrambled and scrambled to the side, trembling all over: "This...what's going on here?"

The whole family trembled like frightened birds, and they dared to go forward to check after a long while without any movement.

But there was nothing on the ground except this sickle.

There is no handwriting, no message, and no information such as warnings, threats, or exhortations.

Just a **** knife!

Li Zheng's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and it took half an hour to finally calm down.

"This is how the same thing?"

After checking and checking, I still haven't seen any abnormalities. If it wasn't for the sickle being stained with blood, it would hardly be considered abnormal.

Li Zheng was feeling terrified, but his suspicions couldn't help soaring, what's going on?

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

The old Mo's house naturally didn't open the door.

The remote village is as quiet as ever, no one can think of too much, everyone just lives their own life, and no one cares about this old bachelor.

Besides, what this old guy does on a daily basis makes people hate it, so it's just right not to see him.

But it's a little strange that the door is still closed at night, and there is no sign of a fire for cooking.

Seeing that everyone is really used to calmness, no one feels strange.

Speaking of which, it was actually Li Zheng who paid attention to these matters on weekdays. After all, Li Zheng was the highest-ranking official in the vicinity.

It's just that Mr. Lizheng is in his own home, puzzled and confused.

Three days later, Lao Mo never opened the door, nor did he show his face during these three days.

The most important thing is that there is a strange smell coming from his house, it is a very uncomfortable smell...

The neighbors on the left brought this unusual state to Lizheng's side, and brought someone over to check it out. When they tried to push the door open, they found that the door was not plugged in at all, and it bounced back with a bang sound, almost failing Lizheng.

When a group of people went in to have a look, suddenly

Qi Qi was dumbfounded. First, someone turned around and vomited crazily, followed by almost everyone else.

For murder cases, the yamen must come.

After the autopsy, the gentleman gave a conclusion—

"Killed by someone, the murder weapon should be a sickle."

"The man has been dead for at least three days."

Li Zheng's face became paler and paler. If his face was bloodless just now, it is now as pale as paper: "Killed by someone? A sickle?"

He instinctively remembered the sickle that fell in front of his door three days ago.

He instinctively remembered the sickle that fell in front of his door three days ago.

"Old Mo just moved here not long ago, what kind of enemies can he have in this village?"

"Enemy?" A person flashed in Lizheng's mind, but immediately thought of the **** sickle at the door.

At the same time, a thought flashed in my mind: the Mongolian side should be at least seven or eight hundred miles away now, right?

Even if you send a fast horse to chase it now, it will take at least three days before there is any result. At that time, the march must be at least two thousand miles away, and a few steps forward will be the front line.

You must know that the Mongolian side is now a regular military member. In such a place, even if the military generals let him die in battle, it is impossible to release him back to deal with other affairs.

In particular, it is quite debatable whether he did it or not.

What's more, if Lao Mo was really killed by the Mongolian side, there is a source of water and roots, what is the reason for the vendetta, and will he be involved in the end?

After thinking about it for a while, he said to himself: "This guy is an old man, what kind of enemies can he have?"

The gentleman nodded indifferently, and said: "Then deal with it as a vendetta. Lizheng, you can find a place to bury it. The sooner this kind of case is resolved, the sooner it will be resolved."

"yes."

No one wants to take on this kind of headless case. Once it is really broken up, there is no doubt that it will be troublesome. The key to finding the real culprit is not to be completed overnight. It is better to close the case as soon as possible.

So, after Lizheng discussed with the public, Lao Mo became an anonymous Jiangyang thief. He was chased and found by his enemies, his money was looted, and he was killed on the spot. Because he lived alone, he was only discovered after a few days...

With the case closed, everything seemed so logical and appropriate.

"Well, it's a time of war and chaos. One more thing is worse than one less thing." The gentleman patted Rizheng on the shoulder affectionately: "Drink at your house in the evening, and go to get rid of the bad luck."

"Yes, yes, that is my pleasure."

The gentleman winked: "It is said that the young woman next door has joined the army? Do you think that man will come back?"

Li Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help thinking of the **** sickle in front of the door.

Hastily said in a low voice: "Your Excellency doesn't know, this little lady suffers from a serious disease, smallpox, which often breaks out, and she is very easy to pass others..."

The gentleman suddenly trembled: "Fuck, I didn't say it earlier..."

"Please... please, please come to the humble house for a while."

This small disturbance just passed away.

In a deep mountain.

Sitting upright in the cave, without a breath, Zidi, who looked like a corpse, suddenly opened his eyes, and then spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

Then he spit out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, and just fell to the dust in a slump.

"Who... who killed my mortal body?"

Zidi vomited blood with hatred, it was real vomiting blood, not just a description.

He was seriously injured this time, and Yan Guo's fortunes were declining day by day, so it was impossible for him to recover with his strength alone.

After the battle of Zichen Mountain, Jun Tianjian, who had not acted for a long time, updated his current status in due course. With this layer of monitoring like God's will, it became more and more difficult to hide himself as a target.

In addition to doing everything possible, Zidi gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and decided to go through a world of mortals.

I feigned death, and my thoughts reincarnated.

However, Zidi didn't want to be reincarnated for a long time

After all, the Yan Kingdom may not last long. Once the country is subjugated, even if it is just a surrender, he, the Nine-color Supreme who has embraced the fate of the Yan Kingdom, will be beaten back to his original form, so there is a catastrophe.

Find that kind of person who has just died, and infuse the mind into a spirit, it only takes twelve years to complete.

Twelve years is the minimum cycle of reincarnation.

With Zidi's cultivation base, as long as he returns smoothly, he can use the power of reincarnation in two lifetimes to recover most of his injuries.

But there is also a disadvantage of this kind of seizing the house: all the memories during it will not be preserved.

It is really to spend the rest of his life with the character characteristics of the person who has been taken away.

Well, twelve years passed.

But Zidi feels that it is very easy and simple to possess the body of ordinary villagers and live in a remote village for twelve years.

Not to mention that he was looking for a widowed old man who had no relatives alive, so it must be more convenient for him to live in the world.

But he never imagined that he had only been possessed for more than five years, and he died!

Such a calamity of less than twelve years, but without the slightest feedback, without the power of reincarnation, how can Hongchen experience calamity!

That is to say, Zidi's current state is still the dying state five years ago.

Any random expert in the cloud can easily kill him.

Zidi still needs to avoid the killer of Jun Tianjian.

In other words, it is still necessary to return the real body to silence and continue the cycle of thoughts.

But this time it has to start all over again, and go through twelve years of calamity again, at least!

Zidi felt like he was about to vomit blood again!

Wasted five years in vain, but made the injury worse?

What's the matter?

How could such ordinary villagers suffer such violent deaths?

No way, he didn't have much time to think about it.

Zidi hastily entered the state of suspended animation again...

Consciousness floats out...

This time, I can't die again.

 …

The Mongolian side had already arrived at the front line at this time, and was assigned to General Fei Xinyu, becoming a grain carrier with the lowest rank.

Uniform distribution of weapons.

The Mongolian side received a spear.

He practically ate and slept, all with his spear. Whenever I have time, I practice.

He wants to go back alive.

Rou'er is still waiting for me!

What do you rely on to go back alive?

It's not about luck. But a spear in hand!

The food transport soldiers belonged to the third-level ice species, and they were not even as good as the reserve army, because such a team rarely fought.

Many veterans are lazy and idle around every day.

For example, the Mongolian side practiced every day and practiced desperately, and he was the only one in the whole team.

Many veterans pointed and pointed: "This kid is crazy!"

"Accepted the food of fate, do you still want to win the position?"

"My brain is sick."

The Mongolian side didn't take everyone's pointers to heart. He was a lonely person.

The only thing he cares about in his life is his wife Yurou.

He doesn't care about everything else, victory or defeat. He doesn't even care about other people's lives.

Care about your own life a little bit.

What she cares about is that Rou'er cannot lose her husband. She is too simple, too kind.

She would be bullied without a husband!

So I want to live.

Conferring kings and marquises is just talk, and going back to live is the greatest wish.

Something went wrong on the third grain shipment.

Encountered Zhao Jun robbing food.

The Mongolian side killed three Zhao soldiers with a single spear!

Half of the grain and grass were burned.

The ambushes arranged by Fei Xinyu attacked, and after a scuffle, the opponent left more than a thousand corpses and ran away.

The food transport team suffered a lot of casualties.

Countless Grain Carts

be burned.

Only three vehicles remained unscathed.

This is the responsibility of the Mongolian side. - I can't lose it, if I lose it, I will be held accountable - If held accountable, I will be punished; - If I am punished, I will be beaten - - If I am beaten, I will be easily injured - If I am injured, I may die in the next battle - If I die, I will not be able to go back - Daughter-in-law will be bullied!

So, there is nothing wrong with this logic.

Beside the car lay three corpses of Zhao Jun.

A general rode over and saw the Mongolian side standing with a gun.

Saw blood on the gun.

See the wounds of the corpse.

His face changed: "Did you kill it?"

"yes."

"Good boy."

"Praise, sir."

"Why aren't the front and rear cars protected together?"

"That's not my job. My job is these three cars!"

"Ok?"

"Also, it can't be protected. Once it passes by, these three cars can't be saved either."

"Ok!"

The general looked at him appreciatively: "What's your name?"

"Mongolian."

"Okay! Order the Mongolian side to enter the second-line reserve camp for training."

This kid can still fight, so of course he needs to be trained.

So the Mongolian side entered the second-line battalion.

I also got a basic practice method.

Get the basic method of weapon drill.

He worked harder.

Half a month later, in the first battle, the main force set a trap and let Commander Zhao drive in. The second-line reserve battalion was on top, entangled the enemy, and then the main force returned and made dumplings for the opponent.

The Mongolian team is dying in battle, and the deputy team is dying in battle.

The Mongolian side killed two enemies, beheaded them, accumulated five points of military merit, and was promoted to deputy captain.

A battle in seven days.

The team was killed in battle, and the Mongolian side led the brothers to kill the thirteen Zhao troops in the first battle, and everyone was injured. The Mongolian side killed one enemy.

up-and-coming.

What an improvement.

There are nine people under him.

After entering the army for half a year, the Mongolian side climbed all the way and became the leader of the second-line army!

The five hundred people under his command have become unattainable among ordinary soldiers.

The cultivation skills and weaponry techniques obtained are getting more and more advanced.

His character remained silent.

But his eyes became sharper.

That night, he wrote a letter. This is the sixth letter to his wife Yurou.

"Rou'er and my wife, see the words as they are. I am very good in the military camp. I have continuously killed the enemy and made meritorious service. Today, I was promoted to five hundred lords...The superior appreciates it. Brothers work hard, eat and wear together, and the comrades have a deep sense of loyalty. Everything is fine. . . Send back 30,000 yuan in military pay, my wife, don’t save, take care of your health, and wait for me to come back. Another: It is said that the war is about to end.”

Now the Mongolian side sends letters, which is different from before.

The first few letters were even lost somewhere.

But now, as the leader of Wubai, if the letters and money are lost, the Wubai brothers can rush to the courier and make trouble!

So this letter was safely in Rou'er's hands.

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When the military achievements arrived, the whole mountain village boiled. Everyone knows that the Mongolian side got mixed up in the army.

Li Zheng was the first to come to condolences, and even the county government came to condolences to the family members.

Yurou hugged the letter, with tears in her eyes and a smile on her mouth, full of anticipation.

Just when the letter was in Yurou's hands, the Mongolian barracks was attacked by the enemy, and thousands of enemy troops entered Cheng Ye.

The Mongolian side led 500 soldiers and horses, rushed from left to right, and guarded the camp until the enemy retreated, and the camp was not lost.

After the war, the meritorious service was rewarded. The Mongolian side killed 15 enemies, which was a great military achievement.

Promote a thousand generals to be deputy.

After another battle, thousands of people will die in battle, and the Mongolian side will be promoted smoothly.

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