refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 137 Justice and Mercy

Xue Lan nodded in agreement, beckoned Cheng Bi with one hand, pulled Yan Jue with the other, and walked towards the back of the house without thinking.

In the night of long sleep when everything is sounding in the near child's time, the courtyards of all sizes in the Changxing House are ignited with bursts of heart-burning fires.

Billowing black smoke billowed from the corridor, and the scorching temperature almost swallowed up one's weak breathing.

Xue Lan moved the back door away vigorously, just as a servant in Tsing Yi hurried up the steps, his throat was hoarse and low due to the smoke, and he coughed several times uncontrollably.Seeing Yan Jue and the others at a glance, he said anxiously, "No...it's not good, I don't know what kind of disaster happened tonight, there are a large group of familiar faces outside, everyone is holding torches and bows, You've been making noise all the way, and now you're messing around with the owner!"

Yan Jue understood all of a sudden, and immediately pushed Cheng and Xue aside and asked, "Who are the people here? Why are you making a fuss again?"

The house slave shook his head and said: "At least half of them are residents of the riverside area... As for the other half, it seems that they are really unfamiliar, and I can't tell where they came from."

Yan deceived: "Where is Yi Shangxian? Take me to find him."

The servant said: "The master..."

"Master!" Xue Lan interrupted hurriedly, "What time is this, do you still want to go out and try your best?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Yan Jue pushed him aside with one hand, and said to the slave: "Take me there."

The house slave was sweating profusely, looking at Yan Jue for a while, and Xue Lanyin, who was behind him with frightening eyes, seemed to be struggling and weighing in his heart, and finally chose to lead the way for Yan Jue.

As soon as he left like this, Xue Lan was bound to follow him, and Cheng Bi was also in a hurry, and a sea of ​​flames had gathered around the corridor, so the slave took the three of him to take a shortcut and carefully walked through the town Behind the Sword Terrace, there are many rockery mountains in a row, walking along the safe area outside the house to the main entrance.

Right now, the sky is still covered with endless heavy snow, but before the countless bright white snowflakes could float to the ground, they instantly melted into cold water in mid-air.

Xue Lan was worried that Yan Jue's body would not heal, so she ran up to him and grabbed his palm forcefully.But his palms were hot, like a fire burning all over his body. Looking at his expression, he was always not happy or angry. At that time, his sharp side cheeks were embedded in the raging flames. , is still cold, as cold as the melted snow.

There are not many people in Changxing Juli, and a series of messy and deep and shallow footprints on the ground belong to four figures constantly shuttling through the night.But this perennial landscaped courtyard cannot be the eternal tranquility and comfort. Once it falls into the hustle and bustle of the secular world, everything will be ground into powder in an instant.

Outside the long corridor, before the bluestone steps, the dark main entrance opened a huge gap under the shrouding of light and shadow.

Yi Shangxian stood behind the threshold with his hands behind his back, still wearing the plain black and white robe in the sword-suppressing platform.At the same time, in front of him, like a large group of figures shrouded in haze, layers of unfamiliar faces have been blurred by the heavy snow, only those torches held high in their hands, in this cold and dark winter night, seem like A sharp knife that has just been sharpened.

It was not a special object that attracted attention, until Xue Lanyin saw two familiar portraits with white background and red from their slightly raised palms.

— This time, he could see clearly enough.

So before Yan Jue took another step, he pulled him back to the corner and held him firmly.

Cheng Bi didn't know what happened first, so when he hurriedly glanced out, he saw hideous and distorted faces outside the brightly lit main entrance.

"Everyone says that Changxing Juzhu is a high-minded and self-reliant person, and he disdains to associate with any evil spirits and heretics."

The leader was ordinary clothed, holding a long knife, his face was cold, and there was an indescribable panic.

"Back then, it was you, an old man, who put aside the camaraderie of the same family, and personally went out to drive that devil, Yan Jue, into Xixin Valley."

"Rumors are spreading everywhere now. I heard that there are some nasty monsters hiding in your long walk."

"Changxingju is famous all over the world, and everyone in the Jianghu has always known it... I don't know if you, an old man, can still maintain the original aspiration of envy?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.Most of the people who came were familiar residents of the local area by the banks of the Fushui River. At that time, they were terrified. Looking at the cold courtyard wall surrounded by mountains and rivers, they felt that it was no longer as righteous and awe-inspiring as it was at the beginning.

Now covered in gray and snow, the distant and thick brick and tile corridor is like a ferocious beast with green face and fangs, crazily killing their fragile and small lives all the time.

- What should come, always will come.

As the fire spread, Xue Lan clasped Yan Jue's wrist silently.Using this strength to drag him, he hides all the way into the corner of the house where no one is around.

But outside the dense white wall, surrounded by many figures, Yi Shangxian stood alone with a long body, and the cold corners of his black robe were rolled up by the ups and downs of the night wind.

"First intention?"

A pair of black eyebrows were tightly frowned, and the frosty light in his eyes was like thousands of invisible sharp swords.It only takes a moment to penetrate the unsuspecting hearts of others.

"Tell me, what kind of original intention should I have?"

It's too depressing.For a person like Yi Shangxian, he seemed to just stand there, and with just a glance, he could make others shiver in horror.

"Until now, does Mr. Yi still dare to promise that he has a clear conscience?"

In the intricate shadows of the glare of the knife, someone asked.

Yi Shangxian had no expression on his face, but he still said calmly and indifferently: "I have never asked about the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu in Changxingju, so how can I be ashamed to say so?"

"Where is the shame?"

"Why are you ashamed!"

The three questions in a row are all loud and loud.There was a timid and fearful person nearby, who staggered back a few steps, his face was pale and his fear only increased.

But that doesn't mean it's stopped.Yi Shangxian's aura is enough to suppress a small number of trembling unknown soldiers, but it cannot cause any form of intimidation to those who are bold and reckless.

Soon, someone held up a torch, raised the volume without fear, and yelled accusations: "Lies!"

"You are lying!"

One after another, someone behind him yelled: "In the past, the disciples of Sword Master Feng'ai were more ridiculous than the other!"

As soon as the words fell, frost grains suddenly surged up all over the ground.Yi Shangxian unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and let out a long cry, and then the cold light spread like snow all the way, and after a short while, the burning torch that soared into the sky was extinguished into countless scorched dead trees.

The crowd began to be restless, because the absence of the fire light further catalyzed the hatred and fear that had been entrenched in their hearts for a long time.

But the darkness didn't last long.After a while, there was a crackle, and the last spark in the long night was ignited again.

Yan Jue struggled restlessly under Xue Lanyin's oppression, and then Xue Lanyin bent his waist and pushed him back into his arms. When he was about to say something, Fang raised his eyes and saw the dim yellow light blending repeatedly. Among the large black shadows, two unfamiliar yet familiar figures staggered out.

Because Xue Lan's pupils shrank sharply, her hand strength also relaxed.Yan Jue staggered forward, but was almost thrown into the snow by him: "You..."

Because Xue Lan didn't speak, she just raised her head and looked at Cheng Bi who was motionless in front of her.The latter's eyes were slack, but the expression on his face seemed to have collapsed in an instant, with a bit of unbelievable surprise and despair.

——The one who limped out of the crowd just now was none other than a pair of beggar mother and son I met in the market earlier.Xue Lan had a deep impression on them, especially the pretty little beggar. The jasper flower hairpin he had snatched away with one hand was still stuck in the jet-black hair on his forehead. The stars are sparkling, and they are flickering with a bit of lustrous luster.

"It's... that's him, I met him by the river."

The beggar mother flinched with a finger covered with cracks, and raised it high without any hesitation, pointing directly at the sharpened face covered with a layer of frost under the light of Yi Shang Xianhan sword.

Her voice was hoarse.There was a slight trembling in the hoarseness: "That day he took two long-term young people with him, and one of them... was exactly the same as the one in the portrait."

Immediately, someone waved his hand violently, shook out the two large sheets of white paper and showed them in front of the people, pointed to the portraits of Yan Jue and Xue Lanyin and said word by word: "Which one of them appeared at the market that day? "

The beggar mother seemed to hesitate for a while, and nodded towards Xue Lanyin's blood-stained fierce portrait, and said in a soft voice: "Yes...it is him."

Xue Lan, who was in the corner, froze all over, and felt the blood flowing from all limbs and bones.

Yi Shangxian's face remained unchanged, as usual, he stood in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, the cold sword in his hand couldn't bear the snowy shadows.

Then someone stepped forward, pointed at the handsome portrait of the man, and said to the beggar mother and son, "What about this man, did you see him in the market that day?"

The little beggar's black eyes showed confusion, his brows were furrowed, and the moment he was about to shake his head and say no, the beggar's mother bent down and covered his mouth.

"This, this person, we have seen it before."

Her expression remained unchanged, but under the skinny and yellow skin, her piercing eyes were full of hope: "He was also with Mr. Yi that day, not far away... , very close."

At that moment, Xue Lan felt as if someone had been stabbed fiercely from behind, and even her shoulders, arms, and palms ached.Yan Jue was still at a loss, but Cheng Bi who was beside him quickly noticed something strange in the humble behavior of the beggar mother and son.

They changed into clean clothes, and even the mother's greasy temple hair, which was full of stains, was combed into a unique and gentle bun after washing, and the forehead was adorned with purple red tassels, showing a moist halo.

Because Xue Lan suddenly thought of something, she laughed mockingly, and said to Cheng Bi: "...a huge reward is offered."

"Cheng Bi." He said, "This is... what you call justice and compassion?"

Cheng Bi didn't speak, but his face turned pale with shock.It was as if his heart had been severely blocked by something suddenly, and that feeling could be called uncomfortable.

In addition to being uncomfortable, there is more pain and darkness that follow.

"...Are you sure you can see clearly, are those two people?"

Outside the high wall where the snow was flying, someone asked again.

"Yes, I can't read it wrong." The beggar mother nodded, and then hugged the bright-eyed youngest son in her arms.The child was intelligent and quick-witted, and soon nodded vigorously. The crisp voice of the young man, who was full of milk, resounded in the quiet ice and snow in the middle of the night, which was rarely pleasant to the ear.

"It's him." He waved his finger at Yi Shangxian who was indifferent in front of him, the corners of his warm, rosy lips raised a simple and harmless arc slightly, "He is the one with two bad guys, who look just like the ones in the portrait. "

That day, there was a blizzard by the Huoshui River, and it didn't stop all night.It wasn't until the time when the legs were far away step by step on the grass that they realized that the snow accumulated in the past few days was nearly a foot deep.

But the long line that had always been dry and lonely was spreading a scorching fire that could engulf everything.

The mother took her son's little hand and walked briskly in the heavy snow.The dry cheeks of the two of them were as thin as dry wood, just because of the burning of the fire, there was a hint of plump blush faintly.

The mother said: "Son, if we have money in the future, we can live a good life next spring."

The son raised his hands high, and the thick jacket raised a warm low arc in the cold wind.

He smiled and said, "Grandma, Chinese New Year!"

The mother also smiled and said: "Chinese New Year!"

The two walked so fast that the delicate and small hosta on the son's head accidentally fell into the hard soil formed by the accumulation of cold ice.

Then stepped on it, and it broke into two halves with a "click".