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Chapter 341 The story from fifteen years ago!

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    He looked at the people and asked seriously: "But why does the protagonist of every revenge story have to be a prince? Doesn't the son of a housekeeper and a servant have the right to take revenge?" Faced with this calm but loud question, the people in front of the city only asked.  Able to be silent. Liu Bian wanted to say something, but couldn't open his mouth. Mu Chen sighed softly. "It's all written like this in the book. People all think like this. I know this can't be blamed on anyone. Any self-pity."  My emotions are all idiotic. But I still hate this idea. Just like more than ten years ago." Qin Jie looked at Yang Haoyu and said: "That day, I took the young master to play on the street, just like I often do.  That way. Because he regards me as a very good friend That's a bit much to say. Anyway, he is a close confidant who wants to save the blood of the hall master. By the way, he also brought me across the street. You lead the people to kill the hall master.  At the time of the mansion, I was hiding in the woodshed with the young master and his cronies." Yang Haoyu said with a gloomy face: "My subordinates finally chased the woodshed and saw two dead bodies. I confirmed that the young master of Qin Xuanzong was dead.  So I have always been confused about your identity. Now I am no longer confused. I started to wonder what you did at that time." Qin Jie looked at the wind and snow around him. He seemed to be recalling something. He smiled and said: "God, there is nothing new in the first place.  The thing is, it's just those old-fashioned stories. If the hall master's son wants to live, the housekeeper's son must die. They are both little boys over four years old. Their flesh and blood were chopped into pieces. After changing their clothes, who can tell who is who?  The confidant thought that there was no need to be wary of a little boy who was four years younger. So he looked at me blankly at that time. His eyes showed emotions of apology, sympathy, and sadness. At that moment, I knew what he was going to do. It was not in the book.  Are they all written like this?" Then the smile on his face gradually faded. He looked at Yang Haoyu, Liu Bian, Mu Chen, and everyone he could see. He asked expressionlessly: "But why.  "Why should I do what is written in the book?" "Why should the hall master's son live and the steward's son die." "Why should I die?" The wind and snow fall at the city gate.  Everyone was silent. No one could answer this question. So there was silence. Only Qin Jie's voice was still floating in the heavy snow. It was floating higher and higher and colder. "I am just the son of a housekeeper." "  But I want to live." "I want to live." Qin Jie's voice was calm and firm. He described his thoughts back then. It was like telling the eternal truth that the sun will rise every day and the water will flow down.  He continued: "So when the cronies tried to trick me into taking off my clothes and getting the hatchet myself, I got the hatchet in my hand first and then stabbed him in the stomach." "It was more than one stabbing.  "Qin Jie recalled what happened that year. He frowned and said, "It seems like five knives. Because the force was not strong enough and the stab was not deep enough. It couldn't kill him for a while. So I had to stab him a few more times. I just don't know why. The confidant didn't call him.  He just looked at me in horror. It was like looking at a devil. Over the years, I have been thinking whether he was so frightened that he couldn't speak. Or he didn't want to speak up and alarm the people outside the woodshed. The young master is the hall master.  The young master didn¡¯t know what happened at that time. He just looked at the confidant he always loved most lying in a pool of blood. He rushed towards me like crazy. He wanted to hit me. He wanted to bite me. I also  He was in a panic. He was dancing wildly with the hatchet. Somehow, he cut his neck. Then he covered his neck and stepped back. He fell on the pile of firewood. The blood in the young master's neck spurted out from his fingers.  I wanted to cover him, but I couldn¡¯t cover him no matter how hard I tried. Until the end, his blood condensed into pulp on my fingers.¡± Qin Jie raised his head and looked at the people in the snow. He was silent for a long time.  Long Chang shook his head and said: "It was not manslaughter. Maybe I just wanted to kill him at that time. Because only if he is dead, people like you and Tian Hai will no longer pay attention to me, the son of the housekeeper." The world is enveloped.  In the wind and snow, shrouded in deathly silence. Snowflakes floated to Qin Jie's face, touching that smile, which seemed to make him even colder. It was a smile that seemed gentle, but was actually extremely cold.  People looked at the smile on Qin Jie's face. They were shocked beyond words and felt unprecedentedly cold. They seemed to have seen the scene in the woodshed more than ten years ago. A four-year-old boy holding a rusty hatchet in both hands.  Standing in front of the two corpses, his little face was full of despair and fear. His body kept shaking. He might collapse to the ground at any time. But the little boy never fell. Now, the little boy from back then is standing in the snow.  Standing in front of the majestic city gate. Standing in front of people. Telling that long-ago story. The stories in books are often written like that. The story he told is not in the book.  Between the cliffs of Qingmengzhai  . The owner of the restaurant was wearing a black smock. He was sitting on the edge of the cliff. He was looking at Shenzhou City in the distance, where the sky was falling.?.Looking from a distance, it's like God is giving salt flowers to the world. "Fifteen years ago, I was sitting here, looking at the woodshed." The owner said: "I saw your little junior brother's face was pale and he was holding his hand.  He walked out of the woodshed. I watched him grab the rope and hide in the well. I watched him climb over the courtyard wall and walk into the crowd. I watched him leave Shenzhou City as if I saw your little master a long time ago.  "Uncle's appearance." The senior brother stood aside and asked, "How do he and his junior uncle resemble each other?" The master shook his head and said, "I can't explain clearly. It's probably a strong desire for freedom." "I  I can understand why Master said so about Junior Uncle." The senior brother asked in confusion: "But what does the tragic incident that happened to Junior Junior have to do with the word freedom." "The so-called freedom is the right to choose. To choose to die.  .Choose to die. Or choose not to choose. Back then, your junior brother chose to pick up that hatchet and kill his cronies and his best playmates. At that moment, he took the first step towards the other side of freedom.  "The senior brother said honestly: "Master, I can't understand." "You are the clearest stream in the world. It has been flowing freely in the mountains and fields for these years. Maybe you have encountered dangerous shoals and rocks, but you have never encountered a real river.  Chakou. I have never encountered the choice your junior brother faced back then. The choice your junior brother made back then. No one is qualified to judge whether it is right or wrong. But he can make this choice. It is already different from ordinary people.  Just like your junior uncle back then, no matter what kind of situation they face, they will only do what they want to do." "That's why the master wanted to accept the junior junior uncle as a disciple." The master said with emotion: "In spring, in the pine tree.  I met your junior brother in Helou and talked to him in the thatched cottage. I found that he was different from your junior uncle. I felt regretful at that time. However, this is how things are in the world. How can you find two identical leaves? "Zhai.  The Lord looked at the snow clouds in the distance and Shenzhou City shrouded in the wind and snow. He said happily: "But your junior brother's choice today still surprised me. I never thought that he would have such courage to challenge Yang Haoyu head-on.  .I really like the clumsy meaning in this choice. You are the clumsiest among the disciples of Qingmengzhai, so I like you the most. But in some aspects, you really have to learn from Siqiu and my junior brother."  The senior brother accepted the instruction with awe. He just looked at the wind and snow in the distance. He could not suppress the worry in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "If the junior brother really loses to Yang Haoyu, what should I do." The "if" and "if" in this sentence  The words "really" have profound meanings. This shows that in the eyes of senior brother Qingmengzhai, Qin Jie and Yang Haoyu are not incapable of fighting. "I don't believe in heaven. I don't believe in fate. I only believe in myself." The owner of the restaurant looked at it.  He glanced at the gray sky in the cold winter and said: "Everyone can only believe in themselves. This is your junior brother's own choice. It is his mockery and contempt for the fate of heaven. Then he has nothing but a fair environment.  Needed."  The dead silence in front of the city lasted for a long time. The increasingly violent wind and snow covered the blood flag, causing the white clothes to sway slightly. The faces of everyone seemed to be frozen. Mu Chen looked at Qin Jie.  His eyes were very complicated and he said: "That's it." Qin Jie remained silent. Mu Chen sighed softly. He shook his head helplessly and said, "Brother Tian has something to say. If you insist on continuing this duel, then you  You must hand over the things first. You know what Brother Tian is talking about." Qin Jie raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "Why." "You have a personal vendetta." "Yes." "It is a private vendetta. How can you use the country's power?  The weapon." Then he said seriously: "If this battle is over and you are lucky enough to survive, then I will return the thing to you." Qin Jie looked at the thick snow under his feet. After a moment of silence, he continued.  He took out an object tightly wrapped in cloth from his arms, but did not hand it to Mu Chen's hand. Mu Chen frowned slightly and said, "Maybe you can't even trust me." "I have never believed anyone except myself. I'm sorry.  "Qin Jie said. Then he handed the thing wrapped in cloth to Bai Wuxiu's hand behind him. Mu Chen smiled slightly and ignored the matters in the field. He walked towards the way he came. People in front of the door didn't know.  What was Qin Jie taking out from his arms? He couldn't help but be a little curious. Yang Haoyu clearly felt the faint aura fluctuations coming from that thing. His iron eyebrows slowly frowned. He looked at Qin Jie and said, "It turns out that the eye center of the array is really real.  It's in your hands. No wonder you have so much courage to challenge me." "As I said before, I still have many powerful means." Yang Haoyu slowly stroked the armrest of the chair. He didn't seem to notice that there was nothingness there. He said: "  Now that the eye center has been taken away, you still insist on killing me.¡± ¡°You have killed many people. I have also killed many people. People like us should know very well that there are many ways to kill people.¡± Mobile users please visit  http://m.piaotia.net
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