"Husband, Master, what should I do now?" Ran Daqi's face kept its pale skin color, and there was no trace of blood: "Changsun Hong, are you dead?"

Zhou Lang looked at the list of articles and looked at them for a long time. He shook his head: "This is a Haipu document, and every town in the Song Dynasty has to post it. Now that it is not dead, it is almost the same as death."

"Then is there no way?" Ran Daqi said in a crying voice: "How sensible this child is, smart, and lives well. How could he expect this sudden disaster for no reason?"

Zhou Lang sighed to the sky, closed his eyes, and his expression was extremely painful. He said softly: "He is like my son. I feel more heartbroken than you, but what can I do? The yamen wants him to die, and no one can save him. In such a major case, countless people see his face. How can they get rid of the crime? There is no way!"

"The government killed his father and killed his mother. At this moment, he must have hated the officials to death. The court also annoyed that he had broken the laws and regulations, so he had to deal with them. What should I do?"

He lowered his head and shook his head helplessly: "There is no way, no way. What a pity, what a pity..."

"Let's go, let's meet Gouzi and ask him about Changsun Hong's situation. His parents have left. He must not be unwilling to think about it. The road ahead is still long. So what if the government wants it? The world is so big, where can you not be allowed?"

Master Zhou slowly left with his hands behind his back, his back hunched even harder, and his bent waist seemed to be more tired than in the morning.

Ran Daqi followed him in a daze, walking mechanically like a puppet, and the already heavy burden became heavier.

The two of them were not in the crowds all over the streets, like two small waves, which were swallowed by the surging crowds in a moment and disappeared.

...

On the riverside of Fushun City, the smell of blood had been blown away by the river wind, and the bodies on the ground were transported away by the Ding Zhuang and buried in the graves. No one could recognize that there had been a life-and-death massacre here.

From here, turn a slope, among the woods, several people kneel or stand, standing in front of three new graves.

The ones kneeling were Changsun Hong and Wang Jian, whose head was wrapped in white cloth, and Xiaopao.

Standing were Lin Laosi and Lin Lingzi, as well as several people from the Tang sect, plus Duan Wu.

Wang Jian was crying loudly, crying indescribable. Three wooden signs were made into tombstones and carved the name with a knife.

This place is too close to Fushun City, so I dare not burn paper for fear of being discovered.

Changsun Hong's face was gone, and he had already cried out as he should have cried.

The family affection that is thicker than water is already separated by yin and yang.

He kowtowed, stood up, and bowed deeply to Lin Laosi.

"Thank you for your righteousness in the fourth brother. Changsun Hong keeps it in mind, but if you have an assignment, you will be obliged to do so." Changsun Hong said firmly: "Brothers who are killed and injured, I will definitely provide pensions and will not make things difficult for the fourth brother."

Lin Laosi waved his big hand and smiled: "What do Erlang say? You saved my niece. It is also appropriate for the Tang Sect to do something for you. What money should I raise? Our Sect has its own rules. Besides, there are many brothers on the road in the prison of Gongzhou. They burned it with fire, but they did a good thing! Many people will owe us favors, so you don't have to worry about it!"

Lin Lingzi smiled and said, "It turns out that your surname is not Lei, but your surname is Changsun. If it weren't for this, we wouldn't know."

Changsun Hong was a little embarrassed and said, "At that time, everyone was not familiar with each other, so they hid something. Please forgive me."

Lin Laosi advised: "Hey, niece, it is common to use pseudonyms when walking in the world, and using pseudonyms, right and wrong, pseudonyms are much more convenient."

Lin Lingzi said: "I'm not blaming him."

Changsun Hong bowed deeply to Lin Lingzi again and said, "Thank you, little girl."

Lin Lingzi was embarrassed by him, so she asked quickly: "What are your plans in the future? Your home has been destroyed, and there are Haipu documents everywhere outside that are wanted by the government, so there is nowhere to go."

Lin Laosi's eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "That's the most! Brother, your family is destroyed, and the second uncle is seriously injured and bedridden. It will be difficult for a while. If there is really nowhere to go, why not come to my Tang Sect! The Song Dynasty is unrighteous, but my Tang Sect values ​​loyalty. You are very good, both literary and martial, and those skills are good when you entered the prison, and you are not very brave. Let's do big things together! Let's make trouble for him!"

Lin Lingzi also smiled and clapped her hands, "Okay, it's great for Brother Changsun to come here!"

Changsun Hong shook his head, and the breeze passed through the forest, sweeping the white chew on his head.

"Thank you Meiyi, but I have other plans. I will repay the kindness of the Tang Sect in the future."

"I'm leaving today, but Wang Jian was dependent on his father and son. When his father died, he became an orphan. It's not convenient for me to take him by my side. Please ask the Tang Sect to take care of him and raise him. This child is very sensible and will not cause trouble. Please!"

Lin Laosi and Lin Lingzi looked at each other and saw a little sadness in each other's eyes.

"So, Erlang, where are you going?" Lin Laosi asked tentatively: "It's not that I'm talking too much. My parents are not here, but the world is here. How many troubles in the world can't stand it. In a few days, you may change your mind."

"No, Fourth Brother, I must leave." Changsun Hong's expression was very calm, and he was as weak as if he had lived for decades: "If you have the fate, see you later."

A quarter of an hour later, Lin Laosi and Lin Lingzi stood on the top of the slope, looking at the two figures gradually fading away under the gloomy sky.

Under the dark clouds, two small people were like two weak grasses, swaying in the wind, and the small ones could no longer be smaller.

"Uncle Fourth, where will he go?" Lin Lingzi asked: "He has always lived in Lijia Village and has no other relatives, where can he go?"

Lin Laosi shook his huge head and was as confused as he said: "I can't guess it. I heard that there is a kind of bird called a phoenix. The phoenix will burn in the fire and regain its vitality. What is it called?"

"Phoenix Nirvana!" Lin Lingzi said.

"That's what it means! I saw that the young man was very human, and he was very interested in his thoughts. Apart from himself, others could not guess. Forget it, he also said that if he was destined, he would come back."

He turned his head and blinked: "You are so concerned about him, may you fall in love with him? We, children in the world, are willing to avenge you, don't be so rude..."

"Fourth Uncle!" Lin Lingzi shouted, her face full of shy blush.

Lin Laosi curled his lips and disagreed. He stretched out his big hand like a palm fan and hugged Wang Jian's shoulder.

"Boy, follow me in the future. Don't worry, with me here, you will become a man of paradise!"

Wang Jian looked at the direction of Changsun Hong's departure, then looked up at Lin Laosi's tall body, and a firm expression appeared on his face with tears.
Chapter completed!