Chapter 16: Friends' wine, murderous knife [asking for monthly ticket]wind. whistling. Green willows are flying. Song Lin is very familiar with this place. Whether it is the embankment made of countless bluestones, or the embankment covered with bones in memory. He was also a stranger. Because this was indeed the first time in his past and present life that he had climbed this dam. At a glance. A wide dam obliquely cuts off half of the Minjiang River, diverting the river water into a large lake. The embankment is a green willow embankment.
The big lake is naturally Qingyuan Lake. But the person they were waiting for has not come yet. Time passes minute by minute. Song Lin stood on the branch of a willow tree, looking at the road at the end of the embankment. Sun Er stood in the shadow of the willow tree. The atmosphere was calm, without any impatience. Of course he is patient. He had been waiting for this day for at least ten years. The sky began to turn white. A ray of morning sun shines through the clouds, dyeing the sky orange. The wide road ends at the embankment. A tall figure slowly walked towards the rising sun. Sun Er turned around abruptly. Song Lin straightened up. The two of them locked their eyes on that figure. The figure is getting closer. It's him. He's really here! His figure under the purple robe is as straight as a pine tree, and his hair is neat and shiny black. He is a refined and handsome middle-aged man, whose temperament and demeanor make people feel good at first sight. pity.
Such a graceful man was destined to part ways with them in life and death today. Chen Guzhou. Sun Er tightly grasped the fish-butchering knife and took the initiative to rush forward. His aura surged, and his skinny body seemed to conceal a raging storm. He, like the knife in his hand, was eager to kill his enemy. Song Lin's eyes fell on the sword at Chen Guzhou's waist. That's a good sword. The sword that can be worn on the waist of Chen Guzhou, the prefect of Minjiang River, is certainly a good sword. The sword body was covered with silk patterns, without any sheath or scabbard. The hilt was made of red sandalwood, and a jade pendant hung on the dark red tassel. It was this exquisite jade pendant that caught Song Lin's attention. The word "stupid" is engraved on it. If he were asked to name this sword, he would definitely call it - The Sword of True Foolishness. Someone who can possess such a sword. He must be an expert in swordsmanship. "Do we have a grudge?" Chen Guzhou had already walked closer. Sun Er's hostility was so obvious, if he didn't feel it at all, wouldn't he be an idiot? Sun Er said: "There is a grudge." Chen Guzhou said: "But I don't think I have seen you before." Sun Er said: "But I have seen you." Chen Guzhou asked curiously, "Excuse me, where did we become enemies?" Sun Er frowned and said nothing. The fish knife in his hand pointed at the dry bones on the sandbar under the green willow bank. The Green Willow Dike has been built for ten years. But the dry bones in the sandbar have not been washed away by the river water. It is conceivable how many innocent people of Minjiang River were buried here in the past. How many families have been torn apart because of this. Sun Er said nothing. But Chen Guzhou understood everything. He asked, "Has any of your parents or brothers died from this?" Sun Er nodded silently. "Sure enough." Chen Guzhou understood, but said calmly: "I was indeed the one who led the matter back then. This matter concerns the people's livelihood of the Minjiang River for a hundred years, and it is the general trend. Now that the dam has been built, how can I be the only one to bear the credit for the merits and demerits?"
As the governor of Minjiang River, it was very rare for him to explain something to a lowly fisherman. However, Sun Er didn't seem to appreciate it. "Revenge for your loved ones is not about right or wrong." Sun Er's hoarse voice was like a saw pulling through wood. He has never been to school and doesn't understand those great principles. He only remembered the excruciating pain of the guards whipping him on the back when he was at the Green Willow Bank. He also remembered the endless grief and helplessness when he lost all his relatives. The culprit behind all this was Chen Guzhou. It was he who ordered the conscription of corvée labor. It was he who ordered the deadline to be rushed. It was also he who caused the death of Sun Er's father and brother. At that time, a group of people could not stand the hardship of building the dam and tried to escape corvee labor. The result was early the next morning. Those people were pushed onto the embankment, and amidst the wailing and begging, heads rolled down the willow-covered embankment one after another. That was the first time Sun Er met Chen Guzhou. It is also the beginning of all hatred. It is undeniable that Chen Guzhou, the governor of Minjiang River who was highly respected by the people of Minjiang River in later generations, was indeed an executioner with blood on his hands in this era. "Okay, he's a man of character. I'll take the revenge." Therefore, Chen Guzhou did not deny it. The way he looked at Sun Er even contained a hint of admiration. More than twenty years ago. He also ventured into the underworld. Sun Er's righteous and vengeful look reminded him of many of his past friends. Unfortunately, none of those friends were left now. "I can let you kill me as long as you have the ability to do so. But, can you wait for me?" He raised the package in his hand and gestured. Sun Er thought for a moment. nodded. "Thank you." Chen Guzhou smiled indifferently and opened the package. The package contained incense, candles, paper money, an unopened jar of wine and two empty bowls. That's it. Sun Er and Song Lin looked at the governor of Minjiang River silently, lit incense, candles and paper money, and turned to face the sandbar under the green willow embankment. He bowed slowly three times.
slap~ Chen Guzhou broke the seal on the wine jar and poured two bowls of wine. He turned to Sun Er, handed him a bowl, and said, "This jar of wine was given to me by an old friend ten years ago. This bowl was originally intended for the elders and fellow villagers." He actually wants to treat Sun Er to a drink? The aroma of wine wafts into the air. Sun Er took the wine bowl without hesitation and drank it all. Since he represented those who had passed away today, there was naturally no reason for him to refuse this bowl of wine. pity. There is a jar of wine. There is only one pair of bowls. But people have two and a half. So when they drank the wine and raised their heads. Then I saw a duck stretching its neck and drinking madly from the wine jar. "Ga--" The duck raised its head, and its eyes were like the reflection of the moon in the water. But there was a hint of drunkenness. The wine that the governor of Minjiang brought out was, of course, good wine. Also strong liquor. Isn't good wine usually strong liquor? “Hahahaha…” Chen Guzhou’s laughter floated on the green willow bank. "Life is lonely, but wine can help you forget your worries. It seems that even a duck has its own troubles." His smile faded. He looked at the fisherman Sun Er and said slowly: "After drinking this bowl of wine, it's time to get on the road." "Go well." Sun Er nodded and raised the fish-butchering knife. Both of them seemed to be saying goodbye to each other. Wine is wine for friends. A knife, of course, is also a knife for killing people! The river wind howled suddenly. The blood in Sun Er's body surged, overflowing from his body drop by drop, as if he was covered with a layer of blood-colored cocoon. The murderous intent that had been accumulating for more than ten years finally erupted at this moment.
'Ding~' Sun Er's figure was as fast as lightning, and his fish-cutting knife was like a faint light in the dark night, heading straight for Chen Guzhou's heart. This is a deadly knife. Small and agile, it contains overwhelming murderous intent and hatred. What met the blow was a sword with silkworm patterns. A sword swept towards Sun Er's neck from an incredible angle. The sword is, of course, a top-notch sword. The man wielding the sword was a famous swordsman twenty years ago. The lone goose swordsman——Chen Guzhou. Dear readers, could you please cast some monthly votes at the beginning of the month to help me get on some new book lists? Please, please please!!
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