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"This is a reflection 10 years ago, does not constitute investment advice, and is now turned out only to share with you. "
05 Henan
The martial artist who walked to Centipede Ridge, looking at the moonlight of the grass and trees, looking at the majestic mountains, was intoxicated, and heard the laughter of men and women like a spell in his life.
"It's a strange thing again! This is such a pure and sweeping high ridge, who is laughing?" This laugh was like a mockery from the heavens, and with a sneer, it smashed the martial artist's pretended to be indifferent, and the hideous one tore open the scar hidden in the martial artist's heart.
In the pine forest, there is a cemetery near the mountain, there are about a dozen thatched huts, and two small windows are opened, and a gentleman is holding a woman, watching the moon and laughing in front of the window. The scene of laughter in this cemetery is like a nightmare from hell, shouting to bring the calm warriors back into a rampaging madness.
The laughter of men and women in the desolate tomb of the bright moon was actually no less stimulating to Wu Song than the vicious waves and clouds he saw when Feiyunpu hesitated.
The laughter of men and women on Zishi Street is the starting point of his madness, and the yearning of the Metropolitan Prison for the ridicule of men and women is the aggravation of his madness, and the laughter of men and women at this time is like a loud slap in the face, slapping in the face of this walker who has fled in a hurry with 21 lives on his back.
Anger arises from the heart, and evil arises from the guts, yes, not only the anger that is difficult to suppress, but also the evil thoughts that no longer want to subdivide right and wrong. "This is a monk in the mountains and forests, but he does such a thing!" took out the two mouthfuls of rotten silver and looked at it in the moonlight, "The knife is good, and it has never been marketed in my hands, and I will try this Mr. Bird!"
Pan Jinlian, who ruined his family, shattered the magnolia of his dreams, and pounced on him together. How can he not hate, not to suffer, not to be angry, not to hate?
The sound of laughter in the barren mountains, the lonely graves, and the moon in front of the window, didn't make him lose control in an instant?
The sword has never been released to the market, and at this moment, what he wants to cut is not only the immoral people who do not abide by the rules and precepts, but the most secret and painful scar in his heart.
knocked on the door, opened his strange eyes, and shouted, "First of all, this bird Dao Tong sacrifice knife!" Before he could say anything, there was a bang on the ground, and the head of the Dao Tong fell to the side and fell to the ground.
Wu Song when he avenged his brother was the unjust debtor who did something and did not do anything, Wu Song, who was covered with blood on the mandarin duck building, never asked whether it was right or wrong, whether it was right or wrong, only by preference, only by mood, raising the knife, seeing who killed whom, the first person to sacrifice the knife was not the flying centipede king who was innocent, but a small Taoist boy who could get lost, sad, sad, sad and angry.
The royal Taoist with two swords, under the bright moon and the martial arts walker's double ring knife, fought a mess, and fought with Wu Song for more than ten rounds, Wu Song since his appearance, except for the life hanging by a thread on Jingyanggang, the rest of the shots are instant kills, it can be seen that this royal Taoist is quite capable.
The martial artist who killed the king of the Dao people, out of the evil anger in his heart, he did not attack the woman like indiscriminately killing the Taoist boy, "The mother-in-law in the nunnery comes out! I won't kill you, I only ask you why", maybe he regained his composure at this time.
The Flying Centipede Wang Dao is indeed a heinous person, in order to occupy a people's daughter, he killed his father, mother and sister-in-law, and occupied the ancestral tomb of others as a happy scene, and his behavior was outrageous.
It's a pity that even if Wang Daoren deserves to die, he can't prove Wu Song's chivalry.
In the moonlight and shadow, there was blood and rain, and a human head rolled from the ground in the murderous aura, and the three inches of qi were used in a thousand ways, once impermanence everything was over.
His outburst has nothing to do with the injustice of the road, and has nothing to do with hoeing the strong and helping the weak, but when he pierced his sore spot, "anger rises from the heart, and evil grows to the side of the gall", which is the indulgence after treating life as a mustard, and the chaotic behavior after treating the law as a laughing stock, which is only about emotions and has nothing to do with justice.
What is staggering is also the daughter of this princess, in the face of such an uncommon enemy, in the face of such a shameful and humiliating person, this woman can also make compromises, force a smile, and sing happily and steal her life.
People can't help but think of the nameless woman in the clay pot temple, which makes people have to sigh again, in this world of broken etiquette and shamelessness, Lin Niangzi's chastity is really commendable, and the former Pan Jinlian is really regrettable.
The woman invited Wu Song to eat wine and meat, and the woman held a bag of gold and silver and begged for the martial artist's life, "I don't want you, you will go to recuperate, go quickly, go quickly!" At this time, Wu Song, who came back to his senses, was more chivalrous than Luda and Shi Jin in the clay pot temple.
It's just that you used to only beat the hard people in the world, and now you don't want to listen to people's noise, why do you have the leisure to listen to this weak woman who is reluctant to explain the reason?
What will be thinking of your heart? But the sister-in-law who once made you feel the warmth of home and destroyed all your attachments with her own hands?
Are you regretting why you didn't give her a chance to talk about her pity and her misery, her despair and her forbearance, her ideals and her life. If she said and you listened, would you persuade your brother to give her a chance too?
At this time, do you really understand her helplessness in the persecution of fate? Do you remember that in the public court in front of the mourning hall, you also gave her a clear reason and you spared her promise?
"Hurry up, hurry up", is it for this weak woman in front of you?
Or is it for the fierce husband in your heart who doesn't wear a headscarf?
Yes, you killed her with your own hands.
But you also know that in this pickled world, there are really few women who can compare to the "people who stand up with their fists, horses that walk on their arms, people who walk on people's faces, men who don't wear headscarves, and jingle mothers-in-law".
At least, the dominatrix you have seen on the cross slope that eats the skin of the carnivorous bed, the proprietress who used to sing and work as a little proprietress for the god of Jiang Men in the Happy Forest, the adopted daughter of the capital eunuch in the capital prison is actually the tool of the capital prison and the bait, and the walking corpse girl on the centipede ridge who has endured the hatred and enemies of the door and is a happy song, compared to them, she is indeed much more noble.
A fire burned down the demon cave in the barren mountain tomb, but what about the sadness and confusion in the heart of the martial artist?
It will only grow more and more hideous in the firelight.
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