Nothing is complete without rules. If you want to survive in this world, you must rely on rules and skills.
Rules come first, skills come second.
No matter how capable a person is, if he breaks the rules, he will inevitably be labeled as a deviant, and will eventually be condemned by the whole world.
In Baiyun Villa, anyone who stops the Silver Sword Guard from doing their job - kill without mercy, is a rule, a rule that everyone in the three states of Baiyun must abide by.
"Dahu, your father died unjustly."
These were the last words that Lord Yinglong said to Zhao Dahu.
These words pierced the softest part of Zhao Dahu's heart like a thorn. He is the capital of Yinglong City. Of course he knows the rules of Baiyun Villa. According to the rules, his father's death was not unjust at all, and he hindered the Silver Sword Guard.
It was true that he deserved to do things, but that was his father, an old man in his twenties, an old man who had raised him for more than twenty years and looked forward to having grandchildren.
This was like a dream. Zhao Dahu was still confused in his head. The revenge for killing his father was irreconcilable, but he didn't know who to avenge. His father was killed by the Silver Sword Guard. Can he go to the Silver Sword Guard?
Revenge from the Sword Guard? If he can't seek revenge from the Silver Sword Guard, then he can seek revenge from Mu Yunfeng? Not to mention that his father was killed to protect Mu Yunfeng. He went to seek revenge from Mu Yunfeng, and even his father's spirit in heaven can't
rest in peace.
He had guarded the gate of Baiyun Villa for more than ten years, but in the end his own father was killed by the Silver Sword Guard.
"What a joke, what a joke!" Zhao Dahu muttered as he looked at the solid walls of Yinglong City.
Uncle Zhao's body was brought back to Wanglong City by Zhao Dahu in an ox cart. Uncle Zhao had been feeding the old ox for seven years, or he knew that the owner was no longer there. His two huge cow eyes were filled with tears all the way.
There were tears in Zhao Dahu's eyes, not too much, not too little, just enough to fill his eyes, but he couldn't flow out or swallow.
——It's like the hatred in his heart.
"The idiot doesn't know the etiquette between father and son, so he asks for food in anger and cries about Mendong."
The north wind whimpered, much like a child's cry.
He remembered that when he was a child, whenever he cried, his father would blow smoke rings to tease him, and finally a line of tears fell.
Yan Zhuo, Mu Yunfeng, and Xiang'er arrived at Wanglong City the next night. Although they didn't know where Mr. Zhao's family lived, fortunately, Wanglong City was not big, and there were no houses hanging white lanterns and scattering paper money.
many.
Uncle Zhao's house was not spacious, with a small courtyard. There was a jujube tree planted in the courtyard with lush branches and leaves. The two white lights hanging in front of the door hinted that the family had just encountered a change.
Mu Yunfeng took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and knocked on the door several times. Seeing that there was no answer from the courtyard and the door was not locked, she pushed the door open and entered the courtyard.
"I guess it's you too." Zhao Dahu was standing by the coffin, throwing paper money into the brazier.
Mu Yunfeng hesitated and said: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, it was me who harmed Uncle Zhao."
Zhao Dahu raised his head and glanced at Mu Yunfeng. There was a fierce light in his eyes for a moment, but the fierce light was quickly replaced by helplessness: "Hey, what are you sorry for? My father brought this on himself."
"Let's burn some paper money for Mr. Zhao." Mu Yunfeng said.
"It's gone, it's gone, you can go buy some wine and meat. I want to eat something."
Mu Yunfeng nodded and turned to leave, but Yan Zhuo was stunned for a while and glanced at Zhao Dahu, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with him, but he didn't know what was wrong.
The evening wind blew up the white lantern at the door of Zhao's house, floating lightly in the air like a ghost.
When Mu Yunfeng and others came back after buying paper money and bringing roast chicken, steamed buns, and soju, they opened the door and saw Zhao Dahu hanging from the beam, just like the pair of white lanterns at the door of Zhao's house, floating lightly in the air. Mu Yun
Feng Yuan opened his eyes and panted heavily as he walked up to Zhao Dahu. He could see clearly that Zhao Dahu's face was as swollen as a pig's liver, but there was no resentment on his face, just some confusion and unwillingness.
"Brother Zhao, why is he?" Mu Yunfeng knelt down in front of Uncle Zhao and Zhao Dahu with a plop.
"Brother Zhao has worked hard to guard the city gate for Yinglong City for more than ten years, just to get ahead and let Mr. Zhao live a good life. Now that Mr. Zhao is gone, he is still loyal to Baiyun Villa... Oh, in my heart
This knot cannot be untied..."
Yan Zhuo patted Mu Yunfeng on the shoulder and took Zhao Dahu's body down. He ordered Xiang'er to buy a coffin, then placed the food and wine he bought in front of the coffin, and he and Mu Yunfeng threw away the paper money they bought.
Get into the brazier.
"Brother Yan, I want to avenge Uncle Zhao."
"How to repay?"
"I'm going to kill all the Silver Sword Guards in Yinglong City."
In the brazier, the flames swayed and danced, reflecting Mu Yunfeng's distorted face.
Yan Zhuo looked at Mu Yunfeng with a trace of pity in his eyes. He knew that Mu Yunfeng was simple-minded and hated evil as much as hatred. However, if this evil-like character was not controlled and he followed the evil path of killing to stop killing, he would inevitably go crazy.
"I know you feel uncomfortable. Uncle Zhao was killed by the Silver Sword Guards for us. Brother Zhao committed suicide because of this. But what's the use of just killing the Silver Sword Guards in this city? There are tens of thousands of Silver Sword Guards in Baiyun Villa. Let's kill them."
Is it over? Do you know why Brother Zhao committed suicide? Because he knew that he could not avenge this. It was not the people who killed, but the rules of Baiyun Villa. If you want to take revenge, you have to let Baiyun Villa change the rules."
"Rules!" Mu Yunfeng stared at the dancing flames in front of him, "Tai Shizu said that the world is in chaos now because there are too many bullshit rules. Our rules at Dian Cang are to use force to break the ban, hoe the strong and help the weak, and defend the right path. He
The rules of Baiyun Villa are not good, I will break it once."
"What is the use of killing people in this world? If you kill more than a hundred Silver Sword Guards, the world will not be better. You will only make one more murderer in this world. You will be wanted by Baiyun Villa."
do you know?"
"Brother Yan, I am stupid. I don't understand what you are saying. I only know that revenge must be avenged. I must avenge Uncle Zhao and Brother Zhao! If killing these hundreds of Silver Sword Guards is of no use, I will
Go kill the commander of the Silver Sword Guard. If killing the commander of the Silver Sword Guard is not enough, I will kill Luo Ao!!!"
