Several strange noises came from the newcomer's room, which hung Aunt Tian's heart. Old Zhang was even more nervous. He stared at the closed door of the newcomer's room. There was a little hope and more panic. Hopefully, the young man who entered could divide the focus of the criminals and transfer the harm to the young man, and minimize the harm of his son. Perhaps, for a benefactor who stood up to rescue his son, his thoughts were a bit selfish and even vicious, but the so-called man was not destroyed for himself! One was his own child and the other was a stranger. If he had to choose one of the two, he could only survive one of the two. Except for taking the wrong medicine and being confused, the only choice was of course his son.

Just as Old Zhang and Aunt Tian were thinking about each other, half of the newcomer's room was opened again. Meng Wanfang shook his eyes and seemed very scared to move to the door little by little, and said to Lao Zhang: "Uncle Zhang and several old men told me that the whole village, whether men, women, old or young, would gather here immediately. If one person was absent, the groom and the bride would be tortured by the division of limbs and death."

Old Zhang was slightly stunned and said, "All the villagers are here?"

Meng Wanfang said: "Yes."

Aunt Tian said: "Child, what do they mean?"

Meng Wanfang shook his head and said, "I don't know that they are staring at Uncle Zhang's beloved son and daughter-in-law, fierce, just so I'm telling me to remark."

Lao Zhang murmured, "Even if you kill someone, you just nod. They are completely humiliating people!"

A dishwashing aunt whispered: "I heard that Mongolians like that kind of tune. The more humiliating the other party, the more they feel, the more they feel fulfilled and the happier they feel."

Lao Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "Several people, please help me. I will immediately notify each family to gather here and tell them that tomorrow, I will also slaughter a pig for everyone. Thank you. Sister Tian, ​​you will also help me, thank you for your hard work."

Aunt Tian nodded slightly. Knowing that he was sad and anxious, he did not hesitate. He immediately turned around and went home, intending to inform her husband about the matter first and then let him make an idea.

In fact, Uncle Tian was also a kind-hearted person. Otherwise, he would not have been generous and would rather not have eaten pork from his children and generously fill Meng Wanfang's stomach. Therefore, when he learned the whole story from Aunt Tian, ​​he fully realized that the fate of the matter was at stake and did not dare to neglect it. He immediately touched several neighbors' men and then quickly notified them from house to house.

First, men's language weight is relatively powerful than women, and second, most of the people in the village are simple and kind. They learned that it was a life-threatening danger, and they were all full of passion and responded positively. Many people even quietly put on rolling bars, spatulas and other "weapons" that can be used temporarily.

The bride woke up with a soft hum. She heard the noise outside. She slowly got up. What caught her eyes was of course the terrifying scene of broken limbs and flesh in the room. Her heart was beating wildly and almost fainted again. Fortunately, she saw the straight figure of the boy standing at the door in time, and her heart calmed down a little. When she trembled and drank a sip of wine to suppress her fear, her emotions were comforted again. The boy in her eyes, his weak figure, seemed to have become tall.

There was a strange look in her eyes, and she couldn't help thinking, if this young man was not, this man was her husband, how could he be humiliated by those damn beasts tonight?

As the footsteps became less and less noise, it turned out that after private word of mouth, people already knew that there were five Mongolians and five in the newlywed room!

——What is this concept?

——The regime system under the rule of the Yuan Empire, people divided into ranks, and the Mongols were naturally the first class, while the Han people were the last class. In comparison with classes, for the Han people, every Mongol is the God of the Han people.

——Are there five Mongolians, there are five gods among them?!

What else can the common people do in the face of God and worshiping them?

Nothing can be done. To do it, you must follow God’s instructions to do it.

"Are you all here?" Meng Wanfang asked.

Old Zhang looked around carefully, and was satisfied with the price comparison. A smile appeared on his face and said, "Young man, tell the grandpas inside that they are all here. Now, can you let the dog out first?"

Meng Wan sighed and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'll just bring you a message."

Then he retreated, closed the door, turned around, but saw the bride looking at him with confusion.

Although the bride is not very beautiful, and her skin is not snow-white, but is similar to the surface of wheat bran, it is a natural and healthy beauty, especially the healthy but beautiful curved beauty, which makes people's index fingers move and can arouse a man's greater desire to conquer.

He walked step by step, and the bride suddenly felt a danger approaching. She instinctively took two steps to hind her legs, covered her chest with her hands, and said, "You, you have killed them all, why haven't you left yet? And she summoned everyone in the village. What do you want to do?"

Meng Wanfang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a strange smile, and said lightly: "You are the bride. If I leave, who will have a wedding room with you?"

The bride said, "Don't come over, I'm a man with a husband."

Meng Wanfang sneered and said coldly: "I know you have a husband. Didn't he wake up yet? It's said that a moment is worth a fortune. When he wakes up, it's probably dawn. Tonight is your wedding day. If you let you stay alone in the empty room, it would be a great torture for you. Come on, sister, let me love you well."

The bride said, "No, come here again, I'm going to shout. The reason why I endured it is to thank you for saving me tonight. If you come here again, I can only do that."

Meng Wanfang said, "I'm more curious, why did the Mongolians treat you like that just now, and you didn't dare to resist at all, but now you look like a chaste and virtuous woman. Are you? You would rather let them ruin it than give it to me, right?"

The bride said, "Then, that, there is no comparison."

Meng Wanfang said "pah" and said coldly: "You are serious racial discrimination! But, hehe."

He sneered twice, stopped and said lightly: "I will let you know immediately that offending me is a hundred times more terrible than offending the Mongols!"

His hand was a little bit away, and the bride suddenly felt unable to speak and could no longer move. She watched Meng Wanfang turn around casually and walk out of the door. Then, a series of miserable screams resounded through the night sky. She seemed to hear her parents' screams in vaguely. Her father-in-law Lao Zhang screamed in shock: "Ah, you are the devil!"

I still vaguely heard Aunt Tian’s incredibly surprised voice: “Child, you, what are you doing?”

Although Meng Wanfang brought the door when he walked out, he did not close it tightly, leaving behind a half-width climax. The yard was still on, and the lights were on. Through the crack of the door, the bride could see many heads flying across and flesh and blood. At this moment, she wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but she seemed to be tangled with nightmare. Her consciousness was clearly awake, but she could not move at all. Perhaps, there was only one thing that could move--her tears filled her eyes, and then silently rolling and helplessly.

She was extremely sad and thought silently: "I'm sorry, I'm the one who harmed you, I'm the one who is me and I'm the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

"Who can tell me"

"Who can tell me"

"Who can tell me"

Meng Zhongyou probably asked this sentence no less than 800 times, but no one answered him.

I guarded my father's grave for three days and three nights, and for three days, my head turned white.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, which pulled his lonely figure very long, very long.

It’s not that he only valued Mr. Meng’s filial piety so much, but that he wanted to be here alone, quietly accompany his deceased father for a few days in front of his father’s grave.

Another figure appeared, slowly approaching, slowly approaching his shadow, and then stopped, stood aside from afar, silently.

In the dream, he was still sitting cross-legged on the lawn in front of the grave. Looking at the shadow that he didn't want to get close to his shadow, he suddenly sighed and said softly: "Do you still refuse to forgive my dad?"

The people behind were silent.

Is silence also a kind of default?

Then, the person behind seemed to turn around and leave, and said in his dream: "Wait."

The people behind him kept their paces and waited.

Dream Journey slowly said: "All the time, I have a secret that I have never told the second person. Your dad, I am not from this world. Well, to be precise, I am a person who does not belong to this era. Do you understand?"

The people behind were stunned.

Dream Journey slowly said: "I am from a person hundreds of years later, that is to say, I have traveled through a certain time and space tunnel and entered this era?"

"Space-time tunnel? Crossing?"

"right."

"Are you sure you're not making up a myth?"

"Xiao An, perhaps, in terms of current technology, this matter is indeed difficult to explain. For example, now, through practice, we can fly in the air, but it is also limited by time and high air pressure. In my father's era, there were space transportation tools, and even ordinary people could ride in the sky."

An Wufeng thought for a while and said, "Any ordinary people can do it?"

"Yes," Mengyou said, "not only that, but there are also a large number of advanced killing weapons. Even people who do not understand martial arts can easily take their lives."

An Wufeng thought for a while and said, "Since that's the case, why didn't you bring some when you came here?"

Dreaming said: "One of all, there is a kind of power in this world that will not let anyone break his rules. Secondly, if it brings it, so what if those weapons are consumed? With the industrial technology of this era, it cannot be continued, and every man is guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. Once people learn that you have such a magic weapon, they will rush to snatch it up and become the target of public criticism?"

Then, the dream wandered silently.

An Wufeng digested it for a while and said, "So, what's the point when you tell me this?"

Dream Journey sighed and said, "Our Chinese nation is a nation with many disasters. It has suffered heavy damage from war and has repeatedly destroyed civilization heritage, which has led to the fact that our motherland is still far from the high-end technology field of the country hundreds of years later. This is the pain of every Chinese."

An Wufeng's eyes flashed and he said, "Do you want to change the trajectory of history?"

Dreamy shaking his head, nodded again, and said, "The so-called historical trajectory is just a record of later generations. In fact, perhaps, who knows what the original trajectory of history is?"

He sighed softly and said, "Maybe God brought me here to restore history to the trajectory he arranged. In other words, if I did not appear, it is very likely that the future historical trajectory will no longer be recorded history."

An Wufeng listened in confusion.

In the dream, he said, "So, I must warn you that even if you participate in the party struggles in the court, you must erase all the traces you have appeared."

An Wufeng said in a daze: "Why?"

Dream You said helplessly: "Because, in history, there is no name for you."

An Wufeng said: "If there is, what will happen?"

Dream You said with a serious expression: "No one knows this. Perhaps the Chinese nation will be more brilliant, and perhaps the Chinese nation will suffer a more miserable blow. To give an analogy, someone was stabbed. Before he died, he screamed three times before he died, but he screamed four times. There were two consequences. One was that he met a kind-hearted person to rescue him, and he was rescued when he was full of luck. The second result was that the murderer thought he (she) was not dead yet, so he finished the attack."

An Wufeng thought about it and felt that it was not without reason. He nodded slightly: "Okay, I remember."

Dream Journey said: "What do you think of those families?"

This sentence is extremely jumpy, and it is really not easy for ordinary people to understand it immediately. However, An Wufeng knew what he said, "Although, in some ways, grandpa was angry with their families, it is normal for them to blame them. Moreover, once the alliance is divided seriously, it will not only cause great blow to the economy of Jiangnan, but a large number of employees are facing unemployment crisis, the market is out of control, and the most harm is the ordinary people. It even affects the normal operation of the canal transportation, affects the dynamics of the court, and then supports new forces to counterattack, and there will be no peace in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas."

Dreamy You nodded secretly and said, "What you said is very true."

An Wufeng said: "What's more, there is another person who is responsible for the culprit."

The face of wandering in the dream froze, and a trace of sadness flashed through his eyes.

silence.

An Wufeng moved his footsteps, but this time he was really leaving. His father didn't stop him, but just said softly: "This is the general outline of Taoist martial arts borrowed by Ziyan Shen Niu. I hope it will be useful to you."

As he spoke, a yellow book slowly fell in front of An Wufeng. An Wufeng reached out to take it, but he didn't even look at it and seemed to be not caring much. However, he still said lightly: "Thank you."

Dreamy You didn't talk to him, let him go away, and then the tiger's eyes faintly showed tears.
Chapter completed!