Chapter 325 I am a little girl
Although Shi Lei is far inferior to Lu Sen in terms of pattern, he is still better than Lu Sen in terms of human nature.
Heizhu is now completely famous.
The story of Nezha cutting off his flesh to return to his mother and cutting off his bones to return to his father seemed to have been recorded in Buddhist scriptures by monks at that time, but it did not really spread until the Ming Dynasty when "The Investiture of the Gods" was written.
Shi Lei had seen this story in some book and applied it to Hei Zhu.
Although Hei Zhu was also very "famous", almost everyone regarded him as Lu Sen's "vassal".
Although I didn't dare to look down on him, I didn't treat him as an independent person, or I didn't think he had an independent personality.
But now it’s different. What happened to Heizhu four days ago has spread throughout the city of Hangzhou and is spreading to other places.
When most people heard about this, their first reaction was: what a good man.
People in the market have always enjoyed talking about stories like this, stories of loyalty, righteousness and heroism.
Among the literati and scholars, a discussion arose as to whether the grace of giving birth or the grace of raising is greater.
But no matter what the outcome of the discussion was, even the literati and scholars agreed with Heizhu's approach, because due to their own desires, they also hoped that their servants could make a suitable choice between loyalty and filial piety like Heizhu.
It was under such circumstances that Hei Zhu was taken seriously by the world, rather than just being regarded as an "appendage" or embellishment of the symbol of "Master Lu".
Although the Tang family ran away from the inn, they did not leave Hangzhou City.
It’s not that they don’t want to leave, but they can’t.
The family guards kept them under semi-house arrest, waiting for the master's decision.
Then Pang Meir found them with gifts.
"Mrs. Pang, this is not appropriate."
Tang Xing looked at the honey, fruits and vegetables on the table, feeling both surprised and frightened.
After selling these things, the Tang family will definitely be rich for more than ten years, but he is afraid that this meal will be his last meal.
Pang Meir's pretty face was cold. She didn't try to show her expression on purpose, but she really hated these members of the Tang family.
This comes from the heart. If she doesn't like something, she will naturally let her emotions show.
"My husband already knows about Heizhu's matter." Pang Mei'er stared at Tang Xing and said, "He said that your Tang family did give birth to Heizhu, but now Heizhu is a member of the Lu family. He will not go back, and these things are his apology to you."
There were a few middle-aged men next to Tang Xing. When they heard this, they were all extremely happy.
They came to Hangzhou City just for these things.
Tang Xing carefully observed Pang Mei'er's expression, and then said, "Then I will respectfully obey your command."
Seeing that Tang Xing was sensible and understood what she meant, Pang Meier nodded with satisfaction and then asked, "Who was the person who persuaded you to come to Hangzhou?"
Tang Xing immediately lowered his head and said, "I don't understand what Madam Pang is talking about. We came here on our own."
Pang Meier chuckled and didn't care. She stood up and said, "Since the gift has been delivered, I will take my leave. The mountains and rivers are ruthless and we will never meet again."
After saying this, he left with his family.
Tang Xing walked to the table, and under the envious eyes of his tribesmen, he unscrewed the glass bottle, tasted the honey in it, and immediately felt relaxed all over.
“It’s the real thing.”
"It's in a fine glass bottle." Another middle-aged man came over, picked up a bottle of honey, and rubbed it gently: "How could it be fake... Uncle, why don't you ask for more? I think if we ask for more, Master Lu might give it to us. Heizhu... Tang Xiu seems to be highly valued by them."
Tang Xing snorted, "It's not good to be too greedy. This time Tang Xiu only cut herself with the knife, so next time, is it possible that she will stab you or me?"
The middle-aged man felt nauseous when thinking about the scene when Heizhu was cutting his own flesh. Then he put himself in the situation of being cut, and his face turned pale with fright, and he dared not mention it again.
The next day, the Tang family set out for home.
They left Hangzhou by boat, went north along the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, and landed near Suzhou.
They kept a low profile along the way. The honey and fairy fruits were all packed in boxes without revealing anything. Moreover, all members of the tribe were ordered not to leak any information.
It is only two miles away from Tangjiazhuang. Those with good eyesight can already see their own house at the foot of the mountain.
But at this moment, many masked men in black suddenly appeared around and started hacking and killing the Tang family.
Even though some people in the Tang family have learned some martial arts, they are completely useless in front of professional assassins. At most, it can make the difference between death in one hit or two hits.
This group of people were extremely ruthless and killed every member of the Tang family, whether they begged for mercy or tried to escape.
In less than thirty breaths, only four of the sixteen Tang family members were left.
Tang Xing stood there, staring at the men in black. He felt fear in his heart, but more of resentment. He didn't understand who was targeting his family.
Master Lu?
It's impossible, but if Master Lu really wants them to die, they can't even leave Hangzhou.
Could it be that... Tang Xing suddenly thought of something, and his face turned red: "It's you, it's you, why do you treat my Tang family like this, why?"
There were eight killers in this group, and after they killed their targets, they surrounded them.
Just as the assassins were about to take action, several long swords suddenly fell from the sky and flew straight towards the assassins.
The assassins reacted extremely quickly and dodged quickly, then they saw a round foreign object flying down from the sky.
"There's someone behind us, let's retreat." The leading assassin shouted in a muffled voice and was about to leave.
But at this time, a group of people in black suddenly appeared in the surrounding mountains and forests. They were dressed in the same black as the assassins, but the difference was that they did not need to cover their faces.
There were more than twenty people in black , forming a tight encirclement.
The spherical aircraft landed, and Zhao Bilian jumped out of it. She looked at the black-clad assassins and said happily, "Mei'er has long guessed that the Tang family was instructed by someone, and she also guessed that you were more or less going to be silenced. Stay here, as long as you tell me who your master is, I promise to let you live."
Zhao Bilian was very proud and complacent when she spoke.
The swords she had thrown down before were gradually becoming transparent and turning into spiritual energy and disappearing.
Sword-wielding skills, this is her confidence.
But the black-clad assassins did not listen to Zhao Bilian's advice to surrender, but dispersed and broke out in different directions.
The family generals immediately blocked their way and engaged in battle with them.
"The leader is mine, no one can take it away."
Zhao Bilian stretched out her hand and pointed forward, and a sword of air flew out whistlingly. The leader of the assassins had to dodge to the side to avoid the flying sword.
The flying sword brushed past the right shoulder of the leader of the men in black and disappeared into the woods. The man stopped and looked at the scratch on his clothes on the right shoulder. He took a deep breath, held the sword in one hand, and took a horse stance, but pressed his body down, with the sword pointing diagonally to the ground, making a very strange starting gesture.
Zhao Bilian didn't care. She linked her fingers with both hands again and six flying swords flew out, blocking all the opponent's dodging positions.
But the leader of the men in black did not dodge at all, and quickly blocked with the long sword in his hand. Five flying swords were knocked aside, and one flying sword even returned and landed in front of Zhao Bilian.
"How can you...block my flying sword?"
The flying sword is made of spiritual energy and cannot be blocked under normal circumstances unless the opponent also knows magic.
But the problem is that Zhao Bilian did not sense the presence of spiritual energy on the enemy.
“Flying sword?” The man in black snorted coldly, trying to use words to undermine Zhao Bilian’s confidence and weaken her will to fight: “If this is the sword-controlling magic, then Master Lu’s reputation is somewhat unworthy of the name.”
Hearing this, Zhao Bilian became furious.
She is not the kind of person who gets angry easily, but the premise is that others do not say bad things about the official in front of her.
"You have your own way to die."
Zhao Bilian shouted angrily and made sword gestures with both hands.
The enemy was certainly not a target, and allowed her to cast spells, but immediately attacked upon seeing this.
But Zhao Bilian was faster. She kicked her legs lightly and flew backwards. The man in black stabbed the air with his sword and saw Zhao Bilian floating several feet away.
"The speed of this Qinggong is too fast." The leader of the men in black couldn't help but curse angrily.
However, as the distance between the two sides widened, he wanted to escape again.
But at this time, Zhao Bilian had already finished the sword fight.
In an instant, countless long swords appeared in the air behind her.
When the leader of the men in black saw this scene, he was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, full of disbelief.
Then he turned around and ran.
"Take my Ten Thousand Swords Technique."
Zhao Bilian pressed her hands downward, and the dense sword formation turned into a long "steed dragon", sweeping away the things that blocked its way.
The man in black
Unable to escape, he turned around with red eyes and waved the sword in his hand desperately, trying to block the stegosaurus.
But...how is that possible!
He only blocked two flying swords before being "crushed" by the densely packed flying swords.
Two breaths later, the stegosaurus disappeared into the mountains and forests, and the man in black had also disappeared, leaving only a pool of evenly dispersed flesh on the ground.
Faced with such a disgusting scene, Zhao Bilian did not feel any discomfort. She snorted, "I told you not to insult my husband."
Then he looked around.
The battle was over at this time, and the group of people she brought were the most skilled among the family generals.
"No one alive?" Zhao Bilian asked, looking at the masked man in black lying on the ground.
The family generals all shook their heads, and one of them replied, "They were all death warriors. When they saw that they couldn't defeat us, they bit the poison sac in their mouths and committed suicide."
Zhao Bilian sighed: "Then search their bodies and see if we can find any clues."
While the family guards were busy, Zhao Bilian walked up to Tang Xing, with her hands behind her back, looking very naive: "Old man, can you tell me now who is behind you?"
Tang Xing looked around and was about to answer.
At this time, a middle-aged man who survived suddenly rushed over, pointed at Zhao Bilian's nose and angrily scolded: "You can obviously save them, why didn't you come out earlier?"
Zhao Bilian was stunned for a moment, then a sword light flashed, and the middle-aged man's fingers suddenly broke.
The middle-aged man retracted his hand and looked at the broken finger that was bleeding. After being stunned for a moment, he felt the pain. He held his hand and screamed miserably, while backing away continuously and looking at Zhao Bilian with horror.
Zhao Bilian smiled sweetly: "I am a little girl, but I am not as kind and generous as you."
After saying that, she looked at Tang Xing and said with a charming smile: "Is that so, old man?"
