Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven: Ji Shaobai, the father chops the village boy with a hoe
Only then did Qin Shaobai let go of his tense heart.
He originally thought that this village was the hometown of Xin Qiji, but now he heard that they called the leader Brother Zhao. He thought that the people in this village shouldn't be named Xin, and they might not have anything to do with Xin Qiji.
No matter, let's settle down first.
Although they are very vigilant, looking at their facial features, they can be regarded as kind people, and they should not do anything untoward towards them.
The group of people were about to disperse when they heard footsteps.
The footsteps were very hurried, but not erratic, but rather steady.
In the words of experts like Xiaolan, the person coming here should be a practicing practitioner.
Who would have thought that when the man walked tremblingly in front of them, both of them were surprised.
It turned out to be a man with a haggard face and unkempt hair, who seemed to be over fifty years old.
The most important thing is that the man has an obvious scar on his face, which makes him look even more ferocious.
Xiaolan hid behind Qin Shaobai.
This hiding actually gave Qin Shaobai an immediate sense of accomplishment as a man. He straightened his chest and stared at the visitor closely.
The visitor stared at Qin Shaobai without blinking. Slowly, his bloodless face turned rosy. Then, his breathing began to quicken and his body began to shake.
Brother Zhao quickly ran up to him, supported him, and said worriedly and complaining: "Dad Xin, I told you to have a good rest at home, why did you run out?"
"How could I not come out?" Father Xin said, but his eyes never left Qin Shaobai.
"Okay, come as soon as you come. Two guests have come to our village, and now the second sister-in-law is taking them to check in."
"Guest, guest." Xin Bai suddenly laughed, raising his head while laughing, "General, general, Xin Bai has lived up to your expectations. Xin Bai has waited for the old man, the God of War, to come back."
Before the voice fell, people were already kneeling down.
"Old man, old man, don't do this." Qin Shaobai quickly helped Xin Bai up.
He didn't understand what Xin Bai was talking about, but he felt that the old man in front of him was so familiar, as if he had seen him a long, long time ago.
"Folks, this is the God of War that I told you, who saved the old man and me. He is the King of Zhennan, Zhao Bai."
Everyone's eyes were all on Qin Shaobai, but no one said a word.
The air seemed to be frozen.
But a crow screamed and flew over people's heads.
Qin Shaobai's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his heart felt like it was being pulled by countless threads, and it hurt beyond measure.
He forced himself to hold himself up, but still couldn't control the appearance of the man in a bloody robe in his mind. The man opened his eyes angrily and shouted at him: "You traitor, wake up."
"Brother Qin." Xiaolan had already jumped up and stuffed a pill into Qin Shaobai's mouth.
After taking a pill, Qin Shaobai felt that the sweat on his body had soaked his clothes, but he became much clearer.
"Old man, I, I am not the God of War, you, you must be mistaken."
The old man didn't pay attention to Qin Shaobai at all, but put his hand on Qin Shaobai's wrist.
His face began to change slightly, and the flush caused by excitement slowly subsided, and finally turned completely white: "Why, why is this happening?"
"Dad Xin, is he the God of War?" The man saw this clue and asked quickly.
"Why, why?" The old man said nothing and repeated those three words over and over again.
Suddenly, he grabbed someone's hoe and smashed it on a child's head.
No one expected such a change. The stunned villagers didn't even utter a cry of surprise. They all looked stupidly at the innocent child who was about to be killed with a hoe.
"Be careful." Xiaolan said, turning around and pulling the child behind her.
The child who was attacked had already woken up, was so frightened that he burst into tears and crawled into his mother's arms.
"Dad Xin, are you crazy?" Brother Zhao shouted loudly, "You are hitting your own people with a hoe. Have you forgotten what Mr. Xin said? We Han people must unite and point the hoe at the golden dog.
Looking at Yang Jie, facing Shi Lang, you, you actually..."
Brother Zhao couldn't talk any more.
The old man didn't pay any attention to the man's complaints, but kept asking: "Did the God of War save the child?"
"What is the God of War? He was just as scared as we were and stayed there. It was his wife who saved the young man."
The child's mother came out and hugged the still crying child,
"Dad Xin, you are Mr. Xin's brother. We promised Mr. Xin to take good care of you and treat you as an elder in the village. However, this does not mean that you can risk the lives of the villagers.
What are you betting on? The junior officer, the junior officer is still a child, how can I live if he is... me?"
The young man's mother started crying, and the scolding started again.
"Okay, Dad Xin didn't mean it. You saw it. He just wanted to test me." Qin Shaobai stood up and tried to appease the angry villagers.
"Testing you? He almost killed my young man with this test. It seems that our village doesn't dare to stay with you two. We should ask you to live elsewhere." The young man's mother is
There is no intention to forgive at all.
"How could you people do this to the God of War?" Xin Bai turned around and looked at the clerk's mother angrily.
"Dad Xin, we have always respected you, but you said this man is the God of War or the God of War. Look at his frail look and his eyes. There is no domineering at all. How could he be the God of War?"
"You, what do you know?" Xin Bai said anxiously, "I said he is the God of War, and he is the God of War."
Everyone was willing to listen and walked back noisily.
"You don't believe it?" Xin Bai said anxiously, "The reason why the God of War is called the God of Heaven by our Xin family army is because he has a piece of divine jade with the sky engraved on it."
Xin Bai became excited and turned to Qin Shaobai: "God of War, please lend your sacred jade to everyone."
The more Qin Shaobai listened, the more funny he found it. Could his jade be a piece of divine jade?
It was just an ordinary piece of jade that his mother randomly bought at a stall.
"Dad Xin." Brother Zhao came over and supported the excited Xin Bai, "We all know how you feel, but you have to admit the fact that your God of War died for the country. He can't come back.
coming."
Xin Bai's face was already sallow, and his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say anything. He let out a heavy sigh, then threw away his sleeves.
Qin Shaobai looked at Xin Bai's back with unspeakable emotion in his heart.
Old man, I also know that you are patriotic. However, the current situation in the Southern Song Dynasty cannot be saved by the reincarnation of famous patriotic generals such as Yue Fei, Xin Qiji, and Han Yuzhou, not to mention the God of War.
"Okay, Dad Xin." The second sister-in-law chased after Xin Bai and supported Xin Bai, "Everyone knows that you are waiting for your God of War. You can raise the flag of the Northern Expedition and avenge your shame. But, Dad Xin, you
Don't scare other guests. This young man is young and his features are so clean. How could he have the murderous aura of a god of war?"
After saying that, the second sister-in-law smiled helplessly at Qin Shaobai and the others: "Dad Xin had a good life some time ago. When he heard that the Emperor of the Kingdom of Jin had changed hands, he started dreaming about his Northern Expedition again. Every day he thought about his war god's ability.
Reappearing in the world can bring the Song Dynasty back to its prosperous age."
"Is the God of War that Dad Xin mentioned, Zhao Bai, the King of Zhennan? Hasn't he died on the battlefield?" Xiaolan asked, but her eyes quickly glanced at Qin Shaobai.
"Yes, I heard that they were torn into pieces by the golden dogs, and even the whole body was not found." The second sister-in-law wiped her tears, "Old Master Xin was injured in that battle.
, came to our village with Father Xin who was seriously injured."
"A few years later, the old man was transferred and said that he would take Father Xin with him, but Father Xin refused at all, saying that he must wait for his savior, the God of War, to come back. Alas, the wounds on the body are easy to heal, but the wounds in the heart are
It’s really hard to get over. There’s no way I can come back, it’s already turned into dust.”