Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Ah Jin lifted the wood carving, and the "cute person" with deep eyebrows and indistinguishable between male and female, followed her hand and shook in front of Ah Ming.

She didn't deliberately make things difficult for Ah Ming, but just wanted to play a joke on him.Ah Ming has joined the Tianshui Gang for more than two months, but he has spoken less than a hundred sentences. Ah Jin knows that his life experience is miserable, and his clan members have died tragically, so he is the only one left, so he always hopes to find some way to make him happy .

But Ah Ming didn't appreciate it, and just said in a muffled voice: "This is not 'Ke Ren'er, it's a statue of a god."

Ah Jin's hands were stuck in the air.

She immediately realized her gaffe, lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry... This statue is just like a human being, completely different from the ones I've seen in other places..."

"It's okay." Ah Ming shook her head, as if she didn't care about her offense.

Ah Jin took the wood carving back, wiped it carefully, and asked while wiping, "Does this god have a name?"

Ah Ming nodded and said, "Xia."

"Xia?" Ah Jin repeated with her head tilted, "I've never heard of this name before."

Ah Ming nodded again: "He is the hero of flood control."

"Isn't Yu the hero of flood control?"

Ah Ming shook his head and said, "It's all just legends, and I don't understand. All the statues I have carved since I was a child have always looked like this." Speaking of this, he said sadly, "Anyway, there are no people left. What's the use of God. Throw it away."

Ah Jin didn't throw away the wood carving, not only that, but also stared at him blankly.

Ah Ming was horrified by her look, and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

A Jin said cautiously: "Uh, this is the longest sentence you have ever told me, I have to recollect it."

Ah Ming finally laughed softly, with a bit of kindness in his smile.

Ah Jin respectfully returned the wood carving to the other party: "The carving is so beautiful, it's a pity to throw it away, let's keep it."

Ah Ming hesitated for a moment, took it with one hand, lowered his eyes, glanced at it hastily, and put it back in his pocket.

Then, he raised his eyes again and looked into the distance, at the white mist covering Yunmeng Lake.

There used to be a Wuxi people's home in the direction he was looking at. However, the home has been destroyed and no longer exists.

His encounter dates back to two months ago.

Wuxi was originally a tribe living in the suburbs of Baling Mountains, and they are not of the same origin as the Central Plains people. They settled in this mountain and river long before the Central Plains people came to Baling to mine and plant incense.Their appearance is also somewhat different from that of the Central Plains people. They have long noses and deep eye sockets, and they can be recognized in the crowd at a glance.

Although Wuxi people are of a different race, they are not aggressive. They have lived in their own villages for generations, living a half-hidden life without competing with the world.If merchants in Baling City wanted to enter mountains or cross rivers, they often asked Wuxi people for help.

However, about two months ago, the Wuxi people's village was attacked by evil spirits. Because of its remote location and nowhere to seek help, they were completely slaughtered.

Because of the opportunity of leading the way for a business traveler, Ah Ming went out for more than ten days, and only managed to escape the catastrophe. When she returned to the village, what she faced was a bloodbathed homeland and tragically dead relatives.

This case was a sensation in Baling, and Ah Ming was isolated and helpless, so he could only hope that the government office would come forward to investigate.However, the government only conducted a cursory investigation. Not only did they not find the murderer, but they concluded that there was a strange disease spreading in the village, which caused the people in Wuxi to go crazy and kill each other, which led to the tragedy. So the village was burned to ashes.

Of course Ah Ming didn't believe the talk of cannibalism, and what he saw and heard during his travels led him to speculate that the tragedy was caused by the Demon Cult.After several twists and turns, he joined the Tianshui Gang and ran around to find the real culprit.

Ah Jin also heard his story from other people.He himself rarely talked about the past, except for leading the way for his companions, he was always alone, looking indifferently into the distance.

He is a person who is naturally good at knowing the way. No matter where he goes, no matter how deep and complicated the terrain is, the direction he looks at must be the direction of home.

Although the home is no longer there, his habits are deeply ingrained and difficult to change.

Fang Shiping took special care to treat this foreign friend well.So the brothers in the gang will not mention his sad things.

Ah Jin was just secretly curious about him.

There are some trees on the isolated island with strong branches and strong roots. However, in the severe winter, all the leaves on the branches fall off, and the lonely trunk looks particularly bleak, swaying in the wind.

She felt that Ah Ming was like these trees, a god who had lost faith, no matter how vigorous the roots were, they became as fragile as empty shells.

Will the gods be like the branches and leaves on this tree, will they leave in winter and abandon their people?

If the gods still exist, how can the morals of the world be allowed to wither like this?

Could it be that the rumors in the rivers and lakes are true, that the end of Yu Kingdom is coming soon?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little fear in her heart, so she hurriedly looked away.

At this time, she saw a young man walking slowly along the road she had just descended from the mountain.

She said happily, "It's Young Master Di!"

She lost her father and mother when she was young, and entered the rivers and lakes early. She grew up listening to the heroic stories of Di Daxia.

In her eyes, Di Dongqing is like a person who has stepped out of a story, like a rising sun, lighting up hope in her ignorant heart.

Ah Jin's thinking was also the thinking of many people in the Tianshui Gang.

As soon as Di Dongqing showed up, he saw the crowd greet him one after another, with enthusiastic expressions on their faces, they kept waving to him.

There was still some uneasiness in his heart, but seeing the current situation, he forced himself to put on a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your concern."

Just like Master said, from today onwards, he will be Di Dongqing again.

Borrowing the master's surname was originally intended to avoid people's eyes and ears. Now that the time is ripe, he should restore his original identity and inherit the mantle of his biological father when facing his fellows.

It's not really a worry, it's even a good thing to celebrate.

But he felt lost, as if he had lost something important, and his heart was indescribably empty.

Seeing him, Fang Shiping also stopped sharpening the knife, put the sword back into its sheath, and walked up to him.

He already knew Fang Shiping's identity from other people, and at this moment, he finally saw Fang Shiping's face clearly.

"Brother Fang, have we met somewhere?"

Fang Shiping was stunned for a moment, and said: "I think when I was still the instructor of Zhenbei Army, I went to the General's Mansion to discuss matters, and I did meet you once."

"General's Mansion?" He was surprised.

Fang Shiping smiled slightly, put one hand at the height of his waist and abdomen, put his five fingers together, and stroked back and forth: "At that time, you were only this tall, lively and active, and you couldn't rest for a moment. Your father often complained to the prince, saying that you Don't let him worry for a moment."

Di Dongqing was startled, and said embarrassingly: "I made big brother laugh."

Fang Shiping smiled again, with a very hearty smile, and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder: "Don't look at him as being strict on the surface, he often praises you in private."

"praise me?"

"It is said that you have a chivalrous heart, you are a good seedling. Now it seems that what he said is true. In a blink of an eye, you have grown up so much, and you have learned a lot of kung fu."

Di Dongqing froze on the spot for a while, and asked after a while: "Father, did he say anything else?"

Fang Shiping nodded, and replied: "He also said that being a knight is too hard, I hope you can embark on an official career, enjoy peace, and don't have to suffer from his past..."

Fang Shiping didn't continue talking, because the rest of the words were too much to say.

The accident nine years ago changed the fate of many people.And the wheel of fate is still rolling forward, driving each of them, never stopping for a moment.

Di Dongqing didn't ask any more questions, he was choked in place, unable to speak for a long time.

For nine years, no one had ever talked to him about the past.

Now, revisiting his father's words from other people's narration, it is like drinking a pot of old tea that has been placed for a long time.

But he still raised his head and swallowed the drink, hoping to recover a lingering fragrance of the past behind the strong bitterness.

Fang Shiping saw what was on his mind, so he changed a more casual tone and asked, "But I haven't seen Master Zhengqiu at the General's Mansion, so I don't know who the respected master is?"

Di Dongqing was startled, and then replied: "My teacher was once a patient treated by my mother."

"patient?"

"He was poisoned by cold while dealing with the Demon Cult, and was rescued by his mother."

Fang Shiping's eyes brightened: "Have you fought against the Devil's Cult? That's great. We've been tracking the news about the Devil's Cult, and we're having some doubts that are difficult to solve."

Di Dongqing saw a shadow in the distance, his eyes lit up, and said: "Master is here."

Fang Shiping turned his head following the sound, only then did he see Lu Zhengqiu's figure.

The man had already changed into his usual black shirt, and his steps were light and slow, like a cloud of bleak mist, quietly flowing into the crowd.

Such a figure, if it is not intentional, is really not easy to see.

But Di Dongqing could see it clearly, as if a mark had been drawn on the black shirt.

The mark not only attracted his eyes, but also his legs, and he instinctively wanted to go forward, shoulder to shoulder with the man.

But he abruptly retracted his striding foot and poked lightly on the ground with his toes.

His master told him to behave prudently, and now he is not Lu Dongqing, but Di Dongqing.

Di Dongqing stared at Master's profile from a few steps away.