Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

“Wen Renwu!” Wen Ren’e had just carried Xiao Yin Hanjiang home when he heard a loud shout, “Were you the gangster who secretly smashed up Wang Beard Liquor the day before yesterday?”

A burly man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, a head taller than the young Wen Renwu, rushed in furiously, reached out and flicked Wen Ren’e hard on the forehead, and said angrily: “Our border troops are here to protect the people. How can you mess up your position in the rear?”

Wen Ren’e was in a daze for a moment, and then he remembered that this person was his eldest brother Wen Rentai, the man of peace and prosperity for the country and the people.

The memory was too long, and Wen Ren’e thought about it for a long time before he remembered that it was indeed him who smashed it. Wang Huzi is a drunken gangster who is afraid of chaos in the world. He spends all day in the border town saying that the city will not be able to be defended sooner or later, and that people will leave sooner or later. When the time comes, officials with wine bags and rice bags will come, and before the city is broken, they will abandon the trap of ordinary people and run away, instead of staying. Here, it is better to die early and be reborn early.

Wen Ren’e was also in the wine shop a few days ago. The boy’s feelings are simple and strong. Disgust means disgust, like means like. He respects his father and brother and believes that as long as there are people in the border town, nothing will happen. Hearing what Wang Huzi said, he was so angry that he went to Wang Huzi in the middle of the night and knocked over Wang Huzi’s wine. He then roughly shaved off his beard, leaving Wang Huzi’s chin covered with scratches from shaving.

He thought he was secretive at that time, but he didn’t expect that there was a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boy in the border town who was good at martial arts and was running around on the roof all day long. He was probably the only one in the whole border town named Wen Renwu. His bright, cynical eyes were different from those of the entire town, and he was instantly recognizable.

Young Awu’s forehead was red from the bullet. Xiao Yin Hanjiang became angry and opened his mouth to bite Wen Rentai’s arm.

Wen Rentai immediately panicked: “Kid, please relax! My arms are too stiff. Don’t bite your teeth too hard!”

Xiao Yin Hanjiang: “…”

The tall and thick man was at a loss in front of Xiao Yin Hanjiang, for fear of hurting him, so he finally had to take it out on his younger brother: “Wen Renwu, do you use children as a shield when you do something wrong?”

“Xiao Jiang, let go.” Wen Ren’e pinched Yin Hanjiang’s face gently and said gently, “The face has just been bandaged. Don’t involve the wound.”

Little Yin Hanjiang slowly let go. Wen Ren’e held Yin Hanjiang with one hand, hooked his elder brother’s shoulder with the other, pressed his forehead against Wen Rentai’s generous arm, and whispered: “Brother, it’s so great to see you again. alright.”

Even if this is just his soul sea memory.

Wen Rentai has been stationed at the border for many years, and his skin is not very good, a little dark and rough. His dark face turned red, he raised his hand covered with scars and calluses, touched Wen Ren’e’s head, and immediately shook his head and said: “Give it to me less.” Come on, I’ll give you a beating today!”

That day I heard that Ren’e had been beaten. His father was in the military camp and his eldest brother was guarding the rear. Wen Rentai forced him to apologize to Wang Huzi and compensate him, and in front of the people in the border town, he used martial arts on Wen Ren’e in the wine shop, using a full fifty military sticks, beating the boy’s back until the flesh was raw.

Little Yin Hanjiang was hugged by Wenren’s mother. He was so angry that he whined and screamed. He wanted to break free from the hands that were not soft, and rushed forward to block his back.

“Don’t move!” said the woman who looked very gentle but actually had a straight spine. “Watch carefully. No matter what the reason is, as a border soldier, if he does something that hurts the people in private, he will be punished by military law. Also because he is young. , so he was punished less, otherwise he would never have passed the test unless the stick was broken!”

“It hurts…” Xiao Yin Hanjiang said, touching his heart.

“Of course it hurts. It hurts my son’s body and hurts my mother’s heart.” A line of tears fell down Wen Renwu’s mother’s face. She raised her hand to wipe it away and continued, “But it won’t work without beating. People’s affairs are not trivial! “

An unwiped tear fell on Yin Hanjiang’s little hand, and he licked it, feeling salty and astringent.

After being beaten, Dr. Li applied medicine to Wen Ren’e – applying it hard.

After bandaging, they have to kneel at the Martyrs’ Shrine for a day and a night.

Xiao Yin Hanjiang wanted to stay with Wen Ren’e, but the servants couldn’t, so they prepared a mat for him. His legs had just been cut out and he couldn’t kneel down at all. He could only sit on the mat and said angrily: “Your Majesty is right.”

“No, I was wrong.” Wen Ren’e explained gently.

“How could your Majesty be wrong?” Xiao Yin Hanjiang raised his head, his eyes full of admiration.

“Have you always looked at me like this?” Wen Ren’e smiled and scratched his nose, “No wonder in your eyes, I am the one least like ‘me’ in the illusion.”

When Xiao Yin Hanjiang’s face wrinkled up again when he mentioned the illusion of inner demons and his inability to identify them, he looked very annoyed.

Fortunately, this is Wen Ren’e’s soul sea, and Yin Hanjiang is also a soul body, so he will not be affected by the inner demons. In his eyes, there is only one young man, Wen Renwu, and there will be no other superfluous “honors”. However… there is a mother and eldest brother who look just like you. They hurt you, but because they are so similar, little Yin Hanjiang is reluctant to teach them a lesson.

Wen Ren’e touched Yin Hanjiang’s little head and said seriously: “Yin Hanjiang, I was not born strong, nor was I wise since childhood. When I was young, I thought that my parents and elder brothers were the gods, who could block all the disasters in the world, and that the border town would always be peaceful. However, That’s a big mistake.”

How can there be an almighty person? He was just holding up his spine. Even if his spine was broken, he would not let his weakness be seen.

Wen Ren’e told Xiao Yin Hanjiang what would happen after being beaten. One month after he was punished, his father, Marshal Wenren, took a break and returned to the border town. Hearing about this, he beat the young man Awu again. After the beating, he changed from a strict father to a loving father and told him about Wang Huzi’s past.

This drunkard is fifty years old this year. Forty years ago, Marshal Wenren was just a child. At that time, the border town was in danger, the local garrison fled, and the foreign cavalry invaded. Wang Huzi, who was only ten years old, was hidden in the wine cellar by his mother. The child’s eyes, which should have been tender and innocent, witnessed countless crimes.

Hearing this, Yin Hanjiang also thought of his past, and his heart was so painful that it became difficult to breathe.

Wenren E held him in his arms and continued: “But he survived and held on until my grandfather was ordered to lead the troops to the battle and recapture the border town. He was an orphan during the war and could go with the army to the nearby government office, where there was a charity to take in these children. He did not leave this border town, but stayed to become a militia. More than ten years ago, before I was born, he followed my mother to throw stones on the city wall to block the foreign race.”

“Then why did he say that?” Yin Hanjiang asked.

This was a past that he never dared to recall. These living lives are good and evil, cunning and sly, and mercenary and slick. Each person is a color that is neither black nor white, drawing a picture of the border full of vitality.

In the end, the entire Wenren clan was executed, and the court ceded nine states on the border to foreign races. On the first day after the cession, the foreign race slaughtered this border town, and no one was spared, young or old.

“Don’t look at my face.” Wenren E held the little Yin Hanjiang in his arms and buried his head tightly in his chest. Yin Hanjiang wanted to raise his head several times, but was pressed back by the young Wenren Wu. At this moment, he was still a teenager and could be weak.

Drops of cold water fell on Yin Hanjiang’s hair. Yin Hanjiang thought that these drops of water should also be salty and astringent.

“Your Majesty…” Yin Hanjiang made a muffled sound in front of the boy’s clean and sunny chest.

“Here, call me Ah Wu.” Wenren E said.

“Ah, Awu…” Little Yin Hanjiang blushed, not knowing if it was because his chest was too stuffy.

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Wen Renwu was in such good health that he was full of energy a few days after being punished. He continued to compete with the teacher every day, stealing the red wine buried for his ten-year-old sister at home, drinking on the eaves, and feeding it to Yin Hanjiang. After being discovered by his mother, he was spanked by his ears. Little Yin Hanjiang sat on a chair beside him, covering his eyes with his hands and watching his brother Awu being spanked. His fingers were wide open, revealing a pair of lively big eyes between his middle and ring fingers.

“Mother, don’t let him watch me being spanked.” The young Awu said depressedly.

“You still know how to be ashamed!” While speaking, the mother spanked him again, “You know how to be ashamed, but you still steal the wine that your sister brought as a dowry. I am really angry!”

After being spanked, he was punished to write big characters. The boy couldn’t sit still. Wen Renwu’s butt hurt, so he had to lie on the bed to write big characters. Little Yin Hanjiang watched his crooked characters from the side. The characters of the master have always been beautiful.

“Good handwriting is something that will come after you grow up. Now I just want to practice martial arts and don’t care about these things. I want to cut off the master’s beard and make a brush for him every day.” Wen Ren’e said with a smile, “Later I realized how useful these things are. Martial arts can protect the country and literature can educate the world.” “So that’s why you look at Zhong Liqian differently?” Little Yin Hanjiang asked with his chin in his hand. His injuries have mostly healed, but the scars all over his body are a bit scary. “The troubled times need the Wen family, but the prosperous times need people like Zhong Liqian. Without us, the troubled times will never become prosperous times. Without them, the prosperous times will soon turn into troubled times.” Wen Ren’e said. – A month later, Marshal Wenren returned, and as Wen Renwu said, he was beaten again. This time, little Yin Hanjiang was no longer angry. He found that anyone here could beat Brother Awu twice. He beat him a little every three days and a big one every five days. Even his ten-year-old sister Wen Renyan could scratch her brother’s hand with her teeth and claws after she was secretly drunk with the dowry wine. Little Yin Hanjiang’s face was full of scars. He wanted to wear a mask, but he found that many people in the border town had scars on their faces, and some had broken legs and hands, but no one looked at them differently.

Brother Wu told him that these were wounded soldiers, and there were also civilians who were injured by mistake. Everyone here smiled at life with scars, and no one felt sorry for themselves, because once they thought so, they were really pitiful.

So Yin Hanjiang also learned to face people without a mask. No one around him looked at him with strange eyes. Even the ten-year-old Wen Renyan liked his little brother very much and often secretly gave him vegetables that she didn’t like. 78 Chinese first release m.

Yin Hanjiang knew that these people were just the memories of the Lord, and the memories hidden deep in the Lord were so soft.

They lived happily for more than a year, and what was supposed to come would always come. What had happened could not be changed, and Wen Ren’e’s memory also faithfully presented that scene.

Withdrawing the border troops, Wen Renwu ran back to the capital after recovering from his injury and saw countless heads hanging on the top of the city.

He searched among the corpses and cried loudly in the mass grave. Little Yin Hanjiang watched the scene quietly.

People who looked very similar, a little similar, not quite similar, or completely different from the Lord left just like that. Life was so fleeting.

At this moment, the two lonely people leaned together and lit a fire. People who died by beheading were not worthy of being buried. The young Wen Renwu did not have the ability to buy coffins for his clansmen, and he himself was a wanted criminal.

He lined up countless headless corpses and set them on fire one by one. Little Yin Hanjiang did not help, but just watched him.

“I remember that you seemed to like to light fires.” Wen Ren’e lit the last body of a ten-year-old suspected to be Wen Renyan, and turned to ask Yin Hanjiang.

Yin Hanjiang was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said hoarsely: “I burn the guilty people, and look at their bodies that have done many evil things to light up the night sky. I think this is their only use, which is different from now.”

People from the Wenren family are better off if they don’t do evil.

“I don’t like them being burned…” Xiao Yin Hanjiang covered his mouth, swallowing and choked.

Wen Ren’e wiped away his silent tears and said softly: “I don’t like it either.”

Yin Hanjiang still remembers that when he first took over the Xuanyuan Sect, Wen Ren’e ordered his subordinates not to harm ordinary people. Those who disobeyed were killed by Wen Ren’e in extremely cruel ways.

At that time, he suggested coldly: “Your Majesty, Xuanyuan Sect is a demonic way. If you suppress it too much, it may cause a rebound.”

“If you dare to rebel, you will die,” Wen Ren’e said coldly, “How can the common people deserve this?”

At that time, Yin Hanjiang was ignorant and only knew how to obey orders. At this moment, he understood what Wen Ren’e was willing to fall into the path of killing to protect in the blood and death. Behind Wen Ren’e, what was the thing that supported his endless fighting spirit?

The common people that Wen Ren’e protected turned into his never-say-die fighting spirit, and the things he protected also protected him. ,, Please remember to bookmark the URL or keep it in mind, the URL is m.. Free and fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft. Error reporting. Looking for books. Talking about books with book friends.