Sorcerer

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The battle ended abruptly, and looking back, the garden was in ruins, like a cemetery under the pale moonlight. <]

Wumaxi snorted coldly, rode on Wujiao, saw the direction in which the other party was leaving, and quickly chased there.

Wu Jiao's four hooves flew like flying, within a few vertical jumps, he arrived at the Diaojiao building, and jumped straight up.

Upstairs a beautiful woman was pouring herself a drink, it was Master Qu whom she had seen during the day.Her gorgeous clothes are a little messy, revealing a smooth fragrant shoulder, drawing pictures in the warm palace.

The scream of the flying dragon caused the men to leave the scene quickly, and also made all her calculations come to naught. She could only sit alone in this stilted building, drinking lightly and pitying herself.

Qu Huayin turned her head, her slightly drunk eyes were a little blurred, she tilted her head and looked at Wu Maxi, her voice was lazy and soft, and said: "Since ancient times, beauties have been all over the country, how much do you think I am worth?"

Wumaxi frowned slightly, put away the black horns, turned around and left, when she reached the door, Qu Huayin's slightly drunken voice came from behind: "Aren't you even willing to pay the price?"

Wu Maxi kept walking and walked straight along the corridor.

The cloister is directly connected to a wooden door with intricate crane patterns carved on it.

Wumaxi opened the door and entered. It was a small hall with ornate decorations. Several candles were burning around it. Under the yellow light of the candles, there stood a short and stooped old man, dressed in a gorgeous black-and-white style. However, he couldn't hide his misery and poverty. He stood in the middle of the hall leaning on an iron rod, staring at Wu Maxi with a pair of small eyes with some timidity.

Wu Maxi stopped suddenly, looking at that sad face, her heart was agitated.

For 13 years, this face, which he has only seen once, is engraved in his heart and has never been blurred.Unexpectedly, in the northwest, which is thousands of miles away, I would meet an old friend from the southwest.

His face was serious, and he stood at the door without saying a word. Under the reflection of the candlelight, his two eyes were like two black holes.

Standing under the candlelight, the old man kept rising and falling with his breath, stared at Wumaxi and said, "You...you...." His voice trembled, showing his excitement and fear.

Wu Maxi guessed that he must have seen the scene of her fighting, stared at him coldly, and asked, "Is Lao Que your son?"

The old man is Lao Que's father, Lao Shijing, he nodded and said, "Although Shiwa is more competitive, her heart is not bad."

Not bad-tempered?

Wu Maxi thought of the child on the first page of "Unforgivable", with his teeth and claws bared and his face ferocious.

Indeed, snatching a bunch of candied haws can't make him a bad person, but the enmity between Wu Maxi and him has nothing to do with good or bad.He made Wu Maxi suffer from his father's two beatings, and he was pressed down in his heart like a demon, and he was wronged for 13 years.

The past made Wu Maxi's heart a little sad, he calmed down, looked at the other party and asked, "Where is he?"

Lao Shijing immediately interjected, "He hasn't been here, he should still be in the stilted building."

This lie was too blunt, Wumaxi knew it was false when he heard it, he snorted coldly, and walked straight forward.

Lao Shijing suddenly stopped in front of Wumaxi and said, "You, you can't go in."

Wu Maxi gave him a hard look, walked around the old man and walked inside.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Lao Shijing jumped up instantly, holding the iron rod tightly in front of Wumaxi, and said, "Don't go any further." The other party killed two people in the back garden The vicious image of Lao Shijing flashed in his mind, making Lao Shijing's words tremble violently.

Wu Maxi ignored him and continued walking inside.Lao Shijing gritted his teeth, raised an arm-thick iron rod and hit Wumaxi on the back of the head.Wu Maxi snorted coldly, a purple string grass was planted on the opponent's body, the old man's arm muscles began to cramp immediately, the iron rod couldn't hold it, it fell down, and hit the floor.

Wu Maxi turned her head and stared at him coldly, her eyes were fierce.

Lao Shijing hugged his calf and begged for mercy: "My lord, please don't kill my son, please!"

Wu Maxi coldly avoided his entanglement, turned around and walked in, even if she put aside the score of "Unforgiveness" and the old grievances from 13 years ago, Lao Que must die.Wu Maxi killed two people in Daxingdian in a row, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better.As for Father Lao and Qu Huayin, Wu Maxi couldn't do anything, but Lao Que was definitely not kind, and Wu Maxi didn't have any psychological barriers in killing him.

Lao Shijing rushed to the door, blocked the door, clenched his fists, and said, "I only have this one son, and even if he made any mistakes, I taught them all. If you want to kill him, kill me." His body trembled violently, like a hen guarding its chicks.

Wumaxi looked at him coldly, this hunched figure gradually overlapped with the image from 13 years ago.

Thirteen years ago, he also supported his son's bad behavior with such a strong and weak momentum.But Wumaxi's father, Wumashu, nodded and bowed in front of him, with a humble and ingratiating face, and forced Wumaxi to apologize to him.

Wu Maxi stared at the other party's eyes for several minutes, and finally said: "Your son robbed me..."

"I'll pay!" Lao Shijing quickly interrupted Wu Maxi, and took out a woven storage bag from his clothes, "This is all the savings of our Lao family, real estate and cash deposits combined, more than 60 Ten thousand gold coins, you can take all of these, as long as you don't hurt my son." After finishing speaking, the old man stuffed the storage bag into Wumaxi's hand, stared at him vigilantly, and firmly guarded the door behind him. .

Wu Maxi tightly clutched the storage bag in her hand, her mind was racing with thoughts.

Thirteen years ago, when two children had a serious dispute over a candied haws, both fathers were there.Father Lao is not as glamorous and wealthy as he is today, he has a downcast face with the marks of being beaten on his face, worse than Wumashu.

However, even such a down-and-out person was flattered by Wuma regardless of his dignity.

When the burly Wumashu bowed his waist and nodded in front of the monkey-like middle-aged man, Wumaxi had never been so wronged before, he felt uncomfortable, and fought with Lao Que again.Wumashu straightened up quickly, and slapped Wumaxi backhandedly.

These 60 gold coins!

Wu Maxi wanted to smile bitterly.

It seemed that the past grievances could be resolved, but such an ending always made Wu Maxi restless, as if there was something she wanted to vent.He held the storage bag, closed his eyes and did not speak.After a long time, he suddenly threw the storage bag in front of Lao Shijing, and the Weaving Fox Yijing lightly jumped over Lao Shijing's head, entered the door, and began to search for Lao Que's trace.

Wu Maxi had great grievances and resentment in his heart when he wrote Lao Que into the score of "Unforgiveness". More than ten years later, the grievances are still there, but he doesn't know how to account for this. It seems unfair to count it on Lao Que's head, but Wu Maxi always feels unwilling to count only one candied haws.

Even if the old grievances from 13 years ago are not mentioned, Lao Que must die.If he didn't die, Wu Maxi would quickly enter the hunting list of the Great Shape Hall, and would probably die on the ground in the northwest.

He ran around in various rooms with the spirit of the fox, and some past events that he didn't want to recall rushed to his mind, which made him feel uncomfortable, and made his steps messy and heavy.

Killing Lao Que, can the grievance in my heart be settled?

Wu Maxi knew it was impossible, his grievances came from his father, not from outsiders.

During the seven years that they chased corpses together, the father and son were bullied countless times. Wumashu's burly body never stood up straight, and he always flattered others with the most humble attitude, without principle or dignity.Moreover, he asked his son to be like him, in exchange for living space with humbleness.Every night, what he preached to Wu Maxi was always about how to apologize to others and how to ask for their understanding.

At the age of 11, Wu Maxi was framed as a thief, and Wu Mashu was seriously injured. When he was lying in the family's woodshed, he still asked Wu Maxi to apologize to him. He bought the medicine by himself, but took out gold coins and asked Wu Maxi to pay for the crime of framing her out of thin air.

Wu Maxi walked out of the woodshed with tears in her eyes, went to the owner of the family, and put her hands on the table: "I don't have any money, if you see which hand I steal the gold cup from, cut off that hand." He said When I said this, I stared fiercely at the baby in the arms of the young woman next to me, and my heart was full of evil thoughts. You also have children. If you cut off my hand today, I will cut off his hand 11 years later.

The fierce look made the baby cry.

The search was quickly over and nothing was found.

Wu Maxi was not disappointed by the result, he walked up the stilted building with lonely steps, leaning on the railing and looking at the night sky.

The twinkling starry sky was mysterious and beautiful, but he couldn't see it at all. The picture of following his father to chase the corpse kept popping up in his mind, and he couldn't stop thinking about it.The two figures, one big and one small in my mind, are like two wild dogs crawling in the world, withstanding the wind, frost, rain and snow, just to survive.

The road to exorcising corpses is very difficult, and everyone has their own way of walking. Great-grandfather walked unrestrainedly, wandering around the world, was kicked out of the Wuma family, and died of old age in a small mountain village.Grandpa walked wildly, challenged people everywhere, and finally robbed the woman with the Jingshi, and was beaten to death outside Shiguan City.Wu Mashu scrambled like a dog, and finally died of exhaustion on the right side of Jiyou Ridge like a dog.

During the seven years, Wumashu kept forcing his son to bend over and crawl humbly like him.The grievances that were pressing down on her spine remained in Wumaxi's heart like thorns, and she could not tell or vent.

Wu Maxi poured herself a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and threw the glass into the night sky viciously.

"Wumashu, you are like a dog!"

His voice trembled slightly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

The breeze is blowing slightly, with the fragrance of the fragrant forest and the coolness of the night.

"As long as one silver coin, as long as one silver coin, I'll sell myself to you." Qu Huayin's soft and lazy voice came from behind, with a hint of drunkenness and decadence.

Wu Maxi turned her head to stare at her. The woman in front of her was leaning on the desk, her half-naked clothes filled with temptation.

"Living for a hundred years, why walk so hard?" This was the raving of my great-grandfather before he died. It had been dusty in Wu Maxi's memory for many years, but it suddenly emerged from his mind at this night, and it was very clear.

At that moment, Wu Maxi had the idea of ​​wanton indulgence.

He smiled wryly at the night sky.

Debauchery is the life of a romantic, and it is incompatible with Wumaxi.

He is an ascetic, and he cannot learn from his great-grandfather's bohemianism, his grandfather's unrestrained enthusiasm, and his father's low-key behavior.He has his own way of walking, using principles as the ruler, dreams as the driving force, and relying on perseverance and diligence to climb towards the endless road and climb endlessly.

In the night sky, the moon after washing with tears was much clearer and quieter.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath slowly. After a long time, he opened his eyes, his eyes became hard again, turned around and entered the corridor again, and walked towards the wooden door.

Labor shortage must die, and has nothing to do with the old grievances 13 years ago.

His footsteps were firm and steady, step by step on the wooden floor of the corridor, his voice was clear and constant.

After walking a few steps, Wu Maxi noticed something unusual, and when she jumped to the top of the stilted building to look, she saw that Lao Mansion was on fire everywhere.

Father Lao was outside the small hall, howling and wiping the flames with his clothes. After a while, the noble Shang Tiao was also reduced to ashes in the flames. He stood hunched over on the rockery in the back garden, watching the flames burn into a sea of ​​flames. The Lao Mansion is as desolate as a dying lone ape.