Volume 18: The Third Master's Sword Chapter 444: Storyteller was beheaded
West Gate, entrance to the market.
An execution ground with a stone base and solid wood on top was built in the most open and conspicuous place.
For a small town like Liuquan, there should not be such a large execution ground. This was actually specially requested to be built after the new County Magistrate Gou took office, and it took a lot of effort.
In order to make the best use of everything, County Magistrate Gou certainly killed many people here.
——For some reason, after County Magistrate Gou took office, the number of murders in Liuquan City has gradually increased. What’s more amazing is that there has never been a case that County Magistrate Gou cannot solve.
——Every major murder case can be solved, and every criminal is sentenced to death.
Therefore, County Magistrate Gou specially invited an executioner from the Six Gates who was very quick and powerful to assist him in beheading the prisoner.
"Unfortunately, under such harsh law enforcement, everyone is in danger, but the public security in Liuquan City does not seem to have improved much."
This sentence was told to Xiaoyun by the little girl.
She had heard it from a storyteller, and she imitated the storyteller's tone and spoke it very vividly and realistically.
Xiaoyun sighed inwardly, he finally understood why the storyteller was arrested.
He knew too much.
The sun was bright and the sky was cloudless. Xiaoyun and the little girl hurried to the execution ground.
The number of people gathered at the execution ground was not too many, but definitely not too few either.
The storyteller was locked in a prison van, wearing plain clothes, with shackles on his hands, his head clamped in a large splint, and his legs kneeling on the van.
He looked very haggard, as if he hadn't eaten for several days, but his expression was still calm, unrestrained and nonchalant.
"How could a storyteller kill someone? He must have been wrongly accused!"
"He is so thin that he can't even lift 40 kilograms. How can he kill someone?"
“…”
The people watching started talking about it.
The storyteller had no intention of defending himself, but sang loudly:
“Everyone raises a son hoping he will be smart, but my intelligence has ruined my life.
I only hope that my child will be ignorant and rude, and will become an official without any disaster or trouble."
This poem was written by "Master Dongpo" in the Song Dynasty, but was told by the storyteller at this time to satirize those corrupt officials who could not distinguish right from wrong, black from white.
Xiaoyun looked at him from afar in the crowd , speechless for a long time. He had met the storyteller more than once, and he could feel that he was also a righteous and interesting person.
The little girl held Xiaoyun's arm and said aggrievedly, "Big brother, can you...can you find a way to save him?"
Xiaoyun stared for a long time, his eyes moving constantly from Magistrate Gou who was sitting in the main seat at the execution ground, to the executioner holding a knife, and then to the crowded and bustling crowd.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind.
Finally he shook his head in embarrassment.
"There are too many officials above us, and my elder brother is no match for them."
The little girl asked again: "But doesn't big brother know martial arts?"
Xiaoyun sighed, "I forgot. I forgot how to use it."
The little girl looked at him strangely for a long time, with doubts in her eyes, but finally she said, "Big brother, I believe what you said. But if even you can't do anything, then there really is no one who can save the storyteller."
Her expression seemed lonely and sad.
In the little girl's opinion, good people in the world should not die, and those who should die are bad people. Why would a good person like the storyteller be arrested and beheaded in public?
She could never understand this.
On the execution ground.
The sun was shining brightly, and the executioner's steel knife reflected the sunlight so strongly that it was impossible to open one's eyes.
The storyteller waited quietly for the knife to fall.
Seeing that the time was almost up, County Magistrate Gou slowly opened his mouth and said, "Storyteller, you can say goodbye to your relatives and friends and say a few more words to them."
The little girl wanted to rush up to say goodbye to the storyteller, but Xiaoyun held her back tightly.
Her body and limbs kept flapping, but Xiaoyun refused to let go.
——If we rush forward rashly at this time, County Magistrate Gou will definitely remember us, and he might find an excuse to implicate us in the future.
As expected, the storyteller at the execution ground also laughed: "I have no relatives or friends. I am alone and have no friends. Don't come up, lest you be implicated by this County Magistrate Gou."
He said "County Magistrate Gou", but it sounded like he was cursing "County Magistrate Dog".
County Magistrate Gou frowned and said, "Since that's the case, I won't say more. You have committed such a heinous crime, so there is no need to be lenient with you!"
"The time has come, kill!"
County Magistrate Gou shouted loudly and threw a magic stick with great force, which flew to the ground.
“Hahahahahahaha!”
The storyteller suddenly laughed out loud, "It's better not to say it than to say it. It's better to forget it than to remember it. Everyone, please forget me. Forgetting is the eternal truth!"
Snap!
A stream of hot blood spurted out, revealing a heart-wrenching, earth-shattering momentum that even the executioner could not help but tremble.
"call……"
Xiaoyun let out a long sigh. The resentment and indignation accumulated in his heart might be no less than that of the storyteller.
“Big brother…”
The little girl threw herself into Xiaoyun's arms and cried sadly.
"Big brother, are you leaving too?"
Xiaoyun looked at the pitiful look of the little girl, and her heart softened. She said, "Well, I'll stay here for a while."
The little girl wiped her tears and walked casually , walking along the five-mile-long street with Xiaoyun until almost evening.
Xiaoyun said, "You should go home quickly. It's getting dark."
The little girl said excitedly: " It was dark, otherwise how could the big brother be beaten? How could the storyteller die?!"
Xiaoyun sighed, "Because he knows too much."
The little girl opened her eyes wide and asked, "You know too much?"
Xiao Yun said, "The storyteller knows too much and says too much. If he says too much, it is inevitable that he will say something that County Magistrate Gou doesn't like to hear. Since County Magistrate Gou doesn't like to hear him, of course he will kill him."
The little girl said, "So it's best for each of us not to speak, right? That way we will never say anything that others don't like to hear."
"Not at all."
Xiaoyun said to her seriously, "We can never stop talking just because others don't want to hear it. The more people don't want us to talk, the more we should talk. As long as it's true, there's nothing we can't say."
"We may die because of this, but we will never be wrong because of this!"
The little girl frowned, her eyes full of confusion, and she said slowly: "Big brother, I don't quite understand what you are talking about."
Xiaoyun smiled and said, "You just need to remember one thing - everyone needs to accept the most real things. If we dare to accept the truth, there will be nothing in this world that is really scary."
"Is it true..."
The moon rises above the willow branches, revealing a silver glow.
There was a faint cloud on the horizon, about to dawn, as if it was about to be covered by the moonlight and draped with a precious veil.
At this moment, Liuquan City was suddenly immersed in a hazy beauty of the night.
The little girl turned her head and stared at Xiaoyun. After a while, she said, "Big brother, my real thought right now is to eat a piece of mung bean cake while listening to a storyteller telling anecdotes!"
She just finished speaking and smiled sheepishly.
Xiaoyun smiled and said, "Okay, you and big brother go buy some mung bean cakes now, and then big brother will tell you a story on the way and take you home, okay?"
"good!"
"Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there were three great figures in the martial arts world. They were Qin Ge, Liu Fenggu, and another one, the oldest and most experienced, who was admired by everyone, Yue Huanshan. The three of them..."
The road is long.
The moonlight is silent.
