I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 201

The peaks are like gatherings, and the waves are like fury.

Mountains and rivers surface Tongguan Road.

Looking at the western capital, hesitated.

Sad Qin Han Jingxing.

All the palaces have been made of soil.

Rejoice, the people suffer.

Death, the people suffer.

–

Xian Gang, Wei State.

Voling fifteen years, spring.

A corner of Aquarius.

The big river goes east, and the waves are exhausted.

On the bank of the Canglan River stood a tall boy in a thin blue shirt.

The boy carrying a worn-out book box and biting the tender grass in his mouth, caressed the long sword hanging from his waist with his left palm, quietly looking at the silver dragon that stirred far away.

The teenager’s eyes were cold.

The blood is cold.

The heart is colder.

Like this cold spring wind.

The young man suddenly remembered that his grandfather had sighed.

The difficulty of life is like the endless river, although there is a desire to go east to the sea, but the process is slow and the journey is difficult.

However, rivers and rivers always enter the sea, but the aspiration of life is often difficult to achieve, which is regrettable for life.

The Han family has been an official for generations, and even Northern Qi, one of the ten kingdoms of Xiangang, can definitely be called a famous family.

At the highest position, the young grandfather was one of the three princes of the Northern Qi temple, and his protégés and officials were all over the world.

It is a pity that it has been passed down to this generation, and in the past, the only seedling of the young man was left.

Twenty years ago, the Wudi of Northern Qi and the White Emperor were in dispute.

As the young grandfather of the Hubu Shilang, he stood with Emperor Wu.

Five years ago, the battle between the two emperors came to an end.

Emperor Bai became king and Emperor Wu was defeated.

There are no eggs under the nest.

The Han family was charged with the crime of rebellion by the Nine Tribes.

At the entrance of the Qidu South Vegetable Market that day, people were rolling with heads and blood was raining down.

In the sea of onlookers that day, the young man looked at his grandfather, father, uncle and aunt, and more than 300 members of the Han family, kneeling on the ground in prison clothes.

When the executioner’s hand rises and falls.

When the human skull rolls all the way down the execution platform.

When the blood spewed out like a mist, it stained the sight scarlet.

The young man didn’t feel the slightest bit of sadness.

Happy instead.

At that moment, the teenager finally understood the meaning of ‘singing with a drum and a pot’.

As the grandfather of the Tobe squire, he no longer has to live trembling, like walking on thin ice.

“Grandpa, I came to this Wei Kingdom not far from Northern Qi.”

“Back then, our grandfather and grandson borrowed the ancient teleportation array of the Academy Palace in less than half a year.”

“Now my grandson is alone, trekking through mountains and rivers, and it took five years.”

“Grandpa, five years of traveling a million miles, grandson understands a truth.”

“Death, for you, grandpa, is a relief.”

“However, too many people from the lower classes even die is a luxury.”

The boy’s palm suddenly exerted force.

The back of the palm of the sword suddenly protruded several thin winding cyan blood vessels.

Raise your eyes slightly.

The young man rushed into the distance and whispered, “Grandpa, rest in peace.”

“As for the grandson, some words have been held in my heart for a long time.”

“I want to talk to this world, I want to talk to those who are high.”

–

The fifteenth year of Fuling, the seventh day of February.

Spring is shining.

On the official road, the young man bit a young leaf in his mouth, and looked in the direction of the Taihang Mountain Range while walking slowly.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of wheels rolling over the ground, getting closer and closer.

“Hey, boy.”

Han Xiangbone turned his head and looked.

But I saw an old scalper pulling a wooden cart.

The man in the rush was about thirty years old, and his face was rough like cracked yellow earth.

As for the ox cart, there was a woman in her twenties with a female doll of six or seven years old in her arms.

“Young Lang, alone?”

Hanzi asked.

Han Xiangbone nodded.

“Where are you going?”

“Taihang Mountain Range, Qingping Town.”

The man smiled, “I haven’t heard of Qingping Town, but the Taihang Mountain Range is still five or six days away.”

“If you don’t dislike it, young man, get in the car, and the uncle will give you a ride.”

Han Xiangbone arched his hand at the man, “Thank you.” ”

One cow and four people continue on the road.

Through conversation, Han Xianggu learned that the family of three was going to Qixia Mansion to visit the woman’s mother’s family.

Because of a heavy snowfall after the year, the snow was difficult to melt, which delayed for so long.

Hanzi: “Young Lang, what’s your name?” ”

Han Xiangbone, the word is peaceful.”

Hanzi: “Fragrant bones… Such a charming name, your father must be a reader. The

young man nodded, “My father is indeed a reader, but my name, as well as the characters, were obtained by Mr. Qi.” The

man was curious: “Mr. Qi? Mr. Teaching? The

young man: “Yes, Mr. Qi is the Great Confucian of the Jixia Academy.”

Hanzi: “Jixia Gakunomiya? Haven’t heard. What is Da Ru? Is it an official title? The

young man shook his head: “It’s not an official, it’s a kind of praise for a knowledgeable person.” Man

: “Slightly understood.”

“It’s like those in my hometown who are not lazy and love dog fighting.”

“Ordinary dogs, call them fine dogs.”

“The most powerful and murderous of the dogs, call it the dog queen.”

Han Xiangbone couldn’t help it, “The meaning is similar.”

The man smiled, and the woman rolled her eyes.

“By the way, Taiping, who are you? Why go to Qingping Town in the Taihang Mountains?

Han Xiangbone: “I am a person from Northern Qi, and I went to Qingping here to beg Mr. Qi.” This

time, not only the man, but also the woman looked incredulous.

“Northern Qi! I heard that it is so far and far away, you come out by yourself, don’t the family worry?

Han Xiangbone: “My family is dead.”

After a long silence, the man said softly, “Mourning.” ”

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The ox cart travels slowly.

The man can be regarded as quiet.

Han Xiangbone, who admired the spring color along the way, suddenly turned his head.

The woman smiled gently.

And the female doll in his arms stretched out his chubby little hand to the teenager.

In his hand was a boxy lump of cane sugar.

“Brother, eat it, it’s sweet.”

Han Xiangbone was stunned.

Immediately smiled slightly, did not shirk, generously took the cane sugar cube and put it in his mouth.

“Brother, Yoona didn’t lie to you.”

“No, it’s sweet.”

Han Xiangbone reached out and gently scraped the tip of the little girl’s nose.

The female doll immediately narrowed her eyes for two rounds of crescents.

–

The seventh day of February.

Night falls.

The four people who did not go to the village and the shop behind found a place to shelter.

“Big Brother Huang, you and your sister-in-law and Yun’er rest first, I’ll go find firewood.”

“Trouble you, Taiping.”

About two quarters of an hour later, Han Xiangji walked back with a bundle of firewood in his arms.

The teenager’s steps are getting slower and slower.

The eyes are getting colder.

Sheltered ground.

A group of dozens of mountain bandits had already controlled the Hanzi family of three.

The blade of the cold light gently pressed against the neck.

“Too… Taiping, quick… Run! Even

though the man was so frightened that his eyes trembled, he was still worried about the safety of the boy.

The boy was still seven or eight feet away from the shelter.

The mountain bandits have no horses, and if the young man is bent on escaping, it will be difficult to catch up.

I looked at the panicked man, the woman, and the female doll.

Han Xiangbone set his gaze on the young man who straddled the back of an old scalper.

The young man had a strong physique, a lancet hanging from his waist, and his eyes looking at the young man were extremely gloomy, with a hint of playfulness.

Han Xiangbone asked calmly, “For the yellow and white thing?” The

youth nodded.

Without thinking, Han Xiangbone felt out the money bag from his sleeve and threw it far away at the young man.

The young man took it and weighed it slightly.

The sound of broken silver colliding with copper plates is particularly crisp and pleasant.

Wordless waved his hand.

A subordinate slowly withdrew the steel knife that was placed on the neck of the female doll.

“Yoona, come here.”

Han Xiangbone beckoned at the little girl.

The man and the woman also anxiously urged: “Yun’er, hurry over and go to your Taiping brother’s side.” After

the little girl was at a loss for a while, she chose to hug her mother’s thigh, unwilling to leave.

Han Xiangbone slowly untied the long sword at his waist.

Looking at the young man, “This sword, forged from gold, silver, copper, iron, tin and hardware, is worth hundreds of taels of silver.

“A bag of about seventeen taels of silver, plus this sword, in exchange for the lives of the three of them.”

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ps: Chapter 202 is updated to the Cangxue chapter, my pot.

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Sorry, Ming’er asked the editor to change it.