Holding the inferior pipe tightly on the steps, the thin old man finally gradually recovered from his excitement, and took a few sips of dry cigarettes. He smoked so hard that when the smoke was spit out, it instantly covered the pleated yellow-cold old face.

"Ahem... Forget it, since you want to hear it, the old man will tell you a story. By the way, the door..." I suddenly remembered something, looked up at the wooden door that had been closed by Tang En, and his expression was slightly relaxed, "Oh, it's closed." I turned my head and looked at Lansha who was carrying the wooden bench and sitting in the house, his lips moved, "Girl, you're better hiding..."

Lan Sha, who turned his head and covered his nose, immediately understood the old man's meaning when he saw this. He waved his hand and dissipated the smoke in front of him: "It's okay, I like to listen to stories. And even if it's really a gray-clothed army outside, we are not afraid. I just jumped onto the wall and saw that there were not many people coming, so I couldn't stop us."

Lansha lied, she had not jumped onto the wall to see it, but the old man who was excited just now didn't pay attention to this, so she didn't know that the well-behaved girl in front of her was talking lies with her eyes open.

But then again, if the bad guests outside the village were riding horses, Lansha would not be completely lying. Based on the previous chaotic sound of horse hooves, Lansha, who had been through the battle formation for a long time, could of course judge that there were indeed not many people coming outside.

Seeing that Lansha was determined not to hide, the old man naturally couldn't say anything else, and was worried that the trouble would attract the attention of people outside. He had to shake his head and smoke again. When the smoke slowly spread on the old face, he said in a low voice,

"In the past, there were brothers in this village. The brother was Hansen and the younger brother was Hanluo. Hansen Changhanluo was over teenage. He was very strong and had a good heart. Not only was he filial to his elders, but he would take the initiative to help anyone in the village if he had something to do, and would not ask for compensation. Everyone in the village liked him..."

"Han Luo is not like this. He is arrogant when he is young, and he is even more arrogant when he is old. He doesn't care about his own fields all day long. He hangs with a few idle gangsters in the village all day long, fighting with a few idle gangsters in the village, bullying the villagers, and making a good farmer mess. Later, I heard that he was even more hanging with the thieves in the mountains. He didn't see anyone in the mountains. As soon as he got home, he asked for money. He made a fuss, and he broke his brother's heart... Alas, I blamed me for this... also blamed his father. Han Luo lost his mother as a child and died of dysfunction. So his father spoiled him very much. He left all good things for him. Even when he became more and more dissatisfied, Hansen, as his brother, wanted to discipline him, but was stopped by his father, but he was stopped by his father. As a result... ahem, he couldn't change it again..."

As he said these irrelevant words, the thin old man shook his head from time to time and sighed, then seemed to be choking by the smoke. He paused, raised his hand to wipe away the turbid tears in the corners of his eyes, and his mood was very depressed.

Tang En and the other two did not urge, just listened quietly. With their wisdom reactions, it was naturally possible to hear that the Hansen and Han Luo brothers were the two sons of the old man.

"Later, probably in the middle of last year, Sangouzi from Lao Tang's family in the village came back from work outside and brought back a lot of fresh things. Some were given to the people in the village by Lao Tang, including Hansen's family. The things are not important, they are just a thought. Sangouzi is not at home, Hansen helped Lao Tang a lot. On the outer packaging paper of the thing, Hansen learned about the Gray Clothing Army for the first time, and later he learned that the paper was used for propaganda by the Gray Clothing Army, and it was called a big-character poster. I heard that it was posted on the walls of the city and was taken to wrap the things by Sangouzi..."

Shaking his head, he continued, "Hansen was deeply affected and after seeing the news about the gray-clothed army from many sources, he was even more fascinated. He met everyone in the village and told everyone that the gray-clothed army was good, and he promoted the deeds of the gray-clothed army, and said that he would find a way to join the gray-clothed army. For this reason, he had a fight with Han Luo, who was disdainful and almost fought... Later, Han Luo ran away and did not come back for a long time. He heard that he had been with the bandits and bandits again. This rebellious son... Han Luo left, even if Hansen wanted to join the gray-clothed army, he would not be able to leave Zhuangzi. Because there was an old father at home..."

"Later, a few months ago, Han Luo, who had disappeared for more than a year, suddenly came back. He rode a horse and knives and brought people back, dressed in bright clothes. Someone asked him where he was going, and he said he had joined the Gray Clothes Army..." He sucked a few sips of dry cigarettes again and murmured in a low voice, "Gray Clothes Army, Gray Clothes Army... The people in the village were a little scared when they heard it. After all, it was said that the Gray Clothes Army and Bran were fighting. Only Hansen was very happy. He was proud of this incompetent brother for the first time. So after hearing Han Luo say that the Gray Clothes Army needed support and sent them to raise supplies, Hansen was very active. Not only did he donate most of his own food and money, but he also helped persuade the people in the village to support him... During that time, Hansen was really happy. When he was drinking with me, he said that his brother had finally made a fortune and fulfilled his dream that he had always wanted to do but could not do...haha..."

He grinned, both bitterness and joy. He seemed to remember Hanson's happiness at that time. The family was reunited without quarrels, and he was happy with it. He also seemed to remember what happened next, and his smile was a little bitter.

Hearing this, Tang En frowned slightly and shook his head slightly at Lan Sha who was looking at him. He was already sure in his heart that Han Luo had joined the bandits, and was just playing the sign of the gray-clothed army and was cheating.

The reason is very simple. A few months ago, it was almost the time when the Gray-Clothed Army broke out into the 100,000 mountains. During this period, the Gray-Clothed Army had been fighting and fighting with war. There was a lot of food and supplies in the warehouse of Bran Town that was captured, so there was no need to send people to raise them in scattered ways.

"But the situation changed later. The food and grass that Han Luo had promised to return on time was not cashed out. It was said that there was something wrong with the logistics of the Gray Clothing Army and needed to slow down. Han Sen had no doubts at the time, and helped to appease the Zhuang people and took out some of the small amount of food and money in the family. But Han Luo, that is, the Gray Clothing Army, was not satisfied, and continued to urge the Zhuang people to take out the winter food, once, twice, three times... Finally, there was a problem... In fact, before that, the people in the village had already become suspicious of the propaganda of the Gray Clothing Army, because the few gray Clothing Army personnel brought back by Han Luo did not help the poor civilians as they were mentioned in the propaganda, but instead caused a lot of trouble in the village..."

"At that time, Hansen also felt that he had been cheated. But he felt that it was not the Grey Army who deceived him. It was his younger brother Han Luo... The two began to argue constantly. Hansen said that Han Luo did not join the Grey Army. He brought back was not the people from the Grey Army, and accused him of liaring the entire Zhuangzi. Han Luo did not admit it, scolded Hansen for not being willing to give up food and not supporting the Grey Army... It was evening, so I just sat here smoking. I remember that the sunset was beautiful that day, and it was like blood. Then suddenly it started shouting outside, killing people..."

A trembling voice. He stroked the cold steps beside him with one hand, and the pipe that the thin old man was holding in the other hand was trembling, and he was choking, "Han Luo... Han Luo killed Hansen... and killed his brother... and said that they were quarreling. When they were quarreling, they started to fight. Hansen's body was strong and Han Luo couldn't beat it, so he touched the knife... When I passed, Hansen's head had fallen... The ground was covered in blood, very red, very red. It was even redder than the sunset that evening... Cough cough..."

Looking at the thin old man's trembling body, Tang En and Lan Sha looked at each other. When they thought of the dried head hanging on the flagpole outside the village, they were silent. They had indeed seen a scene that was ten times or a hundred times worse than this, but so what? Once they were there and felt empathy, every bit of misery was enough to make people feel sad.

Perhaps because of the sadness many times, the thin old man came to his own rescue after a moment. At this time, the noise outside was getting closer and closer, but the thin old man seemed to have not heard it and continued, "After killing Hansen, Han Luo had no restrictions and acted even more excessively. He nailed a wooden pole outside the village, hung Hansen's head, and set rules for the village. He said that he would come to collect supplies on time every month. If anyone does not give it to him or is not given enough, then continue to hang his head on the wooden pole..."

After a pause, he slowly exhaled smoke, "I don't know whether it was the gray army who lied to us or Han Luo who lied to us. I don't want to know... I was just thinking about what I did wrong in my life, let the gods punish me so much, and let the demons value me so much..."

"Look, Hansen is loyal, honest, filial to his elders, helps his neighbors, and is naturally kind-hearted. He wants to join the gray-clothed army and help more poor people, but cannot... Han Luo beat the little arrogant and rampant in the village. Now he is a Yuruzhuang villager and kills his brother with his own hands. Such a person easily joins the gray-clothed army... Haha..."

The thin old man smiled inexplicably, raised his pipe and knocked the steps, falling black ashes. Then he raised his turbid old eyes and looked at the floating head on the flagpole outside the village. His lips moved. He shook his head after a while, and he sighed, "So... there is no probability in the world of demons..."

The story is over. Perhaps the last sentence is the comparison of the old man's behavior after thinking about the various behaviors of his two sons, plus the experience and insights of his life, and the feeling that he just made has nothing to do with others.

But when this sentence fell into Tang En's ears, it was like a thunderous explosion, lightning bolt, and his body suddenly shook, and he muttered repeatedly, "In the world of demons, there is no probability... In the world of demons, there is no probability..." Somehow, Tang En felt that this sentence was very familiar, and as he recited it, he was actually immersed in the divine...

In the demon world, there is no probability...and no probability is needed!

Because the demons have no likes and dislikes, no sorrows and joys, and even no thoughts and emotions...

He chose you just because you are you!

It has nothing to do with identity, both men, women, and young!

It has nothing to do with personality, good or bad, loyal and treacherous!

It has nothing to do with status, wealth, low and noble...

It's like rolling a dice, throwing it at will, and the point you fall to is which point you fall to.

It's that simple.

That's it!

...

"Tang En...Tang En..."

After listening to the story and understanding it, Lansha vaguely had the intention to destroy Han Luo and other people. This was not because of the sense of justice. Lansha was from the Northern Wilderness. Even if she had a sense of justice, there was no need to invest in Old Man Bran. She just felt that the story was a bit miserable, the old man was a little pitiful, and the Han Luo who had fraternal siblings should be killed.

Thinking of this, he turned around and planned to discuss with Tang En, but saw Tang Enmu sitting on the steps blankly, repeating something in his mouth, as if he was crazy and didn't even respond to a few shouts.

Frowning, he raised his hand and was about to pat Tang En's shoulder. But at this moment, suddenly,

"Stop!" Bamutu, who had been hiding from Bran since he entered, suddenly appeared behind Lansha out of thin air, looking at Tang En up and down, with awesome eyes, shook his head and smacked his lips, "This kid has an epiphany and is breaking through, don't bother... Tsk, what a fucking life!"

"Epiphany...breakthrough?" Lan Sha was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at Tang En again curiously. However, because she was not familiar with martial arts, she could not see anything special from Tang En. After shaking her head and giving up, she thought about what movements or words she had just now, which contained special magic power that could make people suddenly realize.

"Uh...Who are you?" After the thin old man relieved his emotions, he did not notice that Tang En was abnormal beside him. Instead, he saw Bamutu who suddenly appeared at home and was shocked. I thought that if Bamutu had not covered it up, the old man suddenly saw a barbarian appearing at home. With a stimulating mood, he would have fainted directly.

Bamutu ignored him and still looked at Tang En. He frowned slightly before he knew it. Seeing this, Lan Sha was about to start talking and make up another lies to fool him, but suddenly,

"Hey! No! This kid...what is this kid breaking through!"

Lan Sha looked up in shock and saw Bamutu staring at Tang En sitting cross-legged in front of him, with a look of horror on his face, as if he was ghostly in the sun. Lan Sha subconsciously turned his head and looked at Tang En, and was also stunned.

Tang En was still the same Tang En. He sat upright and muttered to himself. His eyes had closed slightly. But somehow, in Lansha's eyes, Tang En's figure, which was close at hand and within reach, is now a little unreal and vague, as if the two were separated by a layer of crystal glass, and as if Tang En was sitting in the rippling waves. He didn't see it very clearly. Huh... the wind blew, making it even more blurry...

After all, he is not familiar with martial arts. Although Lansha sees abnormalities, he does not see the reputation.

In Bamutu's eyes, Tang En's figure has always been very clear. It is not blurring, but gradually integrating into the steps, into the house, into the cold wind blowing, and even... into the day and the earth!

I don’t know when it started, Bamutu’s burly body trembled slightly. He didn’t know what Tang En was breaking through. He just felt that he was watching a world, watching the rotation of the sun and the moon, and changing the four seasons, and felt the terrifying power of the world... He sensed the threat and smelled the danger!

In an instant, he clamped his palm into a fist and took a step forward. The robe around Bamutu suddenly rolled up fiercely.

"Grandpa Bamutu, what do you want to do?" Lansha, who stepped forward and realized that something was wrong, stood between Tang En and Bamutu, and asked with a frown.

"Get out of the way." Bamutu looked solemn, "This kid is a scoundrel, you can't keep it!"

If Bamutu saw Donne's sudden breakthrough before and was just amazed at his luck, then there would be all the threats left now.

This is not to say that once Tang En suddenly realized, he could immediately become one of the likes of Wu Ding and compete with Bamutu. Instead, Bamutu saw the threat in advance and knew that if there was no accident, in time, the kid in front of him would definitely surpass him.

To put it bluntly, there are two reasons why Bamutu wanted to destroy Tang En. One is that Tang En is too young, and youth is capital. The other is that Tang En is a Bran and is destined to be an enemy of the Northern Wilderness!

In this way, Bamutu naturally cannot sit idly by and watch another Bran Sword God, or even the Brans rise, who is even more terrifying than the sword God Woodin.

Shaking his head, Lansha understood what Bamutu meant, but after hesitating, he still shook his head: "Grandpa Bamutu, he has a bad relationship with Bran, and it is impossible for him to help Bran deal with us."

“He has a bad relationship with us, too!”

“He has a good relationship with me.”

"But he is Bran after all!"

"He is from the Gray Army."

"Your Highness! Don't forget your identity!"

"I insist, as your highness! Grandpa Bamutu, I insist!"

"You..." Looking at Lansha who was stroking his left chest and standing quietly, the black air of Bamutu's pinched fist appeared and trembled violently, but he was unable to swing it out for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath and his tone was slower, "Girl, believe me. Get out of the way, otherwise you will definitely regret this decision in the future."

"No one can tell the future, right? Grandpa Bamutu, I just don't want to regret it now."

In terms of eloquence, ten Bamutus tied a piece of them was not Lansha's opponent. After every sentence was blocked, Bamutu opened his mouth anxiously and then opened his mouth, and then he put on a sentence: "You are playing with fire! Girl."

"I admit it. But opportunities and dangers have always coexist, maybe..." Turning his head and looking at Tang En sitting upright, a few rays of light flashed in Lansha's eyes, his eyes drooped slightly, and he whispered in a vague and silence, "Maybe, can I bring a great help to the tribe?"

"Uh..." Bamutu was stunned when she heard this. She looked at Lansha who was bowing her head and silently, then looked at Tang En who was sitting in a muffled manner. She was stunned for a moment, put down her fist with a bitter face, "I knew... I should have known this long ago... You mother and daughter, alas..."

"Ha, thank you Grandpa Bamutu." Lansha smiled immediately when she saw this, stepped forward with great eyesight, hugged Bamutu's arm, who was sighing, and looked obedient and coquettish.

Bamutu shook his head helplessly: "Don't rush to thank me, girl, and don't let me regret this decision today."

"No, look at my mother. Do you always regret the decision to take her to Bran? Let's not talk about anything else, it is true that Zi Yi has not attacked us for more than ten years, right? You have always made contributions!"

"What are your fallacies? Is there anyone who says that about your mother..." Bamutu couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this, then glanced at Tang En and curled his lips, "And your eyes are far worse than your mother. This kid looks like, um, it's so shabby!"

"Well……"

"Well, what are you talking about?" The questions and answers between Lansha and Bamutu were too fast, and there were some vague words in the middle. The thin old man who had almost never left the farm in his life naturally didn't understand. He stood aside for a while before he could intervene in.

Lan Sha waved his hand and was about to answer, but Bamutu looked up at the door. With a bang, the wooden door was kicked away from the outside, and half a sack was thrown in, and a sharp voice sounded.

"Old guy! Didn't I tell you that you still put things at the door, wanting to slap me in the face and break off the father-son relationship with me? In that case, I tell you that this little thing is not enough... Hey, you are... haha, where did the beauty come from..."

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(ps: Some feelings, nonsense doesn't count as money.)
Chapter completed!