Chapter 35

"Today's New Year's Eve, why is Qin Shan locked up in the house alone and can't come out?"

That night, Aunt Chun managed to prepare a table of food, but Qin Shan was alone in the house and did not come out to share it with everyone.

Xi Chenshui curiously asked: "Hey, Lao Pu, you went to the house during the day to see, is he really sick?"

"Sick, very sick."

Pu Cunxi shook his head repeatedly, "There is no cure."

Liu Han's face turned dark and put down his chopsticks.

"what did you say!"

"Hey, no, no, I mean my heart is sick, and the obsessions in my heart can only be solved by myself, and others are at a loss." Pu Cunxi pointed out: "Everyone is like this, who is not?"

No one refuted this sentence. Qing Tian wanted to see the master, but was also stopped by Xi Chenshui.

"Let him stay alone." Young Master Jingying drank a glass of wine and said: "So many things happened this year, so it's okay to leave him alone."

Others heard that the taste in the wine was much less.

The Xiqiang people are approaching, the frontiers are lost, and the martial arts is in danger. Who will have a good time this year?

Obviously, it is not just these Central Plains who have had a bad life.

"Let me out! Hey, let me out!"

Timur was kept in the wood room for an unknown period of time. Not only did he not eat a hungry meal, but he also froze overnight in the leaky wood room. As the son of the Turkic Khan, even if he was exchanged to Xiqiang as a proton, he had never suffered such a grievance. In the hands of these Central Plains people, he suffered all the suffering.

"Don't let me catch you! When I catch you, I will peel your skins, eat your meat, drink your blood!" Timur yelled fiercely, but then his tone became weaker and weaker.

"Asshole Zhongyuan pig, it's okay to give me a bite, are you really going to starve me to death? Oh, brother, brother, don't come to save me yet."

Just as the little boy was crying with hunger, he clicked, and it seemed that there was a falling sound that caught his attention. Timur looked up keenly and found that it was a hatchet, which had fallen not far from the door.

"..."

He raised his head vigilantly, suspecting it was a trap. However, the sound of people celebrating and drinking faintly came from outside the firewood room, which seemed to remind him that this was an opportunity.

Timur waited patiently for a while, making sure that the person who lost the hatchet would not come back, and that there was no one nearby, he cautiously reached for the rusty hatchet with his lower body.

After a stick of incense, a dirty little boy popped his head out of the wood room.

He watched the surrounding movement carefully and made sure no one noticed him, so he crawled under the wall with his waist, preparing to pass over it.

The opportunity for freedom was right in front of him, and Timur could not help but think excitedly, when he escaped and called the army of Xiqiang, he must keep the people here.

"Wow, there really is a thief."

The abrupt voices shook him and almost fell off the wall.

"He was right. The darker the night, the higher the wind, and the quieter the night, the more restless you people will be. I caught you."

Was, was discovered? Timur looked back tremblingly, and was surprised when he saw the person who came.

"Little brother!?"

What he saw was Yan Mobei, but he felt that this Yan Mobei was a little different.

Yan Mobei frowned and looked at him, "You little thief, dare you pretend to know me?"

Timur was stunned, "What's wrong with you, little brother? You were also caught? Hurry up and escape with me!" He stepped forward and was about to grab Yan Mobei's arm, but was slammed. open.

"Who is your little brother!" Yan Mobei said, "I am a disciple of the master who closed the door. When did he accept you? Why don't I know. Still want to escape? Wait, see if I take you back and give it to Brother Meiren "After that, he stretched out his hand, trying to catch someone.

Timur yelled badly, this brother's head is broken, so I can't tell him more!

He watched Yan Mobei stretch out his hand, thinking that he had no way to escape, but it was strange that Yan Mobei didn't use much internal energy, and even with this strength, he could escape by gently breaking free. Looking at Yan Mobei's appearance again, it seems that he didn't intentionally release the water. Could it be that he not only had a bad brain, but also forgot how to use martial arts?

Timur rolled his eyes, and he had an idea in his mind.

"I'm sorry, brother, what you said, as long as I can beat you, I can do whatever I want."

He smiled, smashed Yan Mobei's hand with his internal force, and then grabbed Yan Mobei's collar to lift the person. He was thinking about throwing people into the yard and attracting the attention of others, so that he could leave in the mess.

Poor Yan Mobei, an eight-foot man, was badly injured and lost his memory. He had a great ability, but was held in his hand by a little boy. Seeing that he was about to be thrown away, Yan Mobei, who could not remember martial arts, firmly grasped Timur's collar, making the other party unable to shake off for a while. There is a disturbance here, and people will soon be attracted. In desperation, Timur couldn't care about anything else, so he gathered his qi in his palm and hit Yan Mobei's chest fiercely!

"Amitabha!"

At the moment of the moment, Timur's palm was shaken by another palm wind. He himself was retreated half a foot away by force, and Yan Mobei in his hand also flew out.

"The donor kept calling senior brother, but he didn't show any mercy when he started fighting with each other."

Wu'er leaned out half of his body from the corner of the yard, and it was him who had just shot. He walked up to Timur and picked up the boy.

"Monk smelly, you need to take care of my brother and I's affairs!" Timur struggled, and his hope of escape was dashed in front of him, making him hate this man exceptionally.

Wu Anger raised him with a smile, and said, "You are so vicious and vicious at a young age. I shouldn't indulge you when you grow up."

When Timur understood this sentence, he fainted instantly, pretending to be a pitiful look in Wu An's hands: "Master, I'm not yet ten years old. You Han people always say that there is nothing wrong with you, and you say that there is nothing wrong with children. Ji. When I was young and ignorant, please let me go. I know I am wrong, I know I am wrong."

Wu Anger looked at his face-changing appearance at this moment, helpless and speechless. He turned his head and said to a corner: "Qin donor."

Qin Shan slowly walked out of the shadow, looking at Yan Mobei who fell into a coma again in the courtyard, and was silent.

Seeing this without anger, Wu couldn't help but said: "Donor Qin can look carefully. He doesn't remember this boy, he doesn't seem to be cheating. Is your temptation to stop here?"

Qin Shan picked up the person and walked straight into the house, ignoring the monk.

The little monk was not discouraged, only said behind him:

"The heart of a child is precious. Don't be arrogant to the donor."

When Yan Xiaobei woke up, he only felt that his chest was stuffy and painful, and it was so uncomfortable. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his favorite face close in front of him, and he almost couldn't help smiling.

"Brother Beauty, you saved me again."

Qin Shan looked at his silly face and asked, "Why do you say I saved you?"

"Every time I encounter a crisis, I wake up to see my brother you are treating me. I am amnesia, you live and give me food, and take care of me, didn't you save me?" Yan Xiaobei Naive.

Qin Shan couldn't help but sneer: "You only see one side, but you don't know the other side. Maybe I caused you to lose your memory, and also caused you to be injured twice and three times. That is the culprit. You repay your kindness like this, your master. I know, what should I say?"

Yan Xiaobei shook his head, "Master once said that when you can't tell whether something is true or false, you can tell whether a person is good or bad for you. Just look at one thing."

"What is it?"

"Result." Yan Xiaobei said: "Regardless of the cause and process, as long as you look at the result, you can always see the ultimate goal of a person. Every time I get injured, although I don't know the reason, it is my brother who takes care of me. , Cure me. As long as you look at this, you are good to me."

The appearance of things is more than tens of thousands, and it is more difficult to distinguish between good and bad reasons. But the words of Yan Mobei, who had lost his memory, seemed like a divine enlightenment, which immediately awakened Qin Shan. He has been deceived too many times, and he has deceived people many times. Every time he deceives, he has a coat of perfect goodness, which makes people indistinguishable from hypocrisy. And until the end, can we know the true and false.

Everything in the world is a metamorphosis, idealism does not change, everything does not change.

Thinking about it this way, in the three years of imprisonment in Wuming Valley, he escaped the catastrophe of life and death, and escaped the catastrophe of the court. Is it possible that he turned out to be good? Could it be that Yan Mobei did this for him? Qin Shan fell into panic for a while.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, brother?"

The person who lost his memory didn't know it, and shook Qin Shan's arm like a straightforward child.

Qin Shan turned back to look at him, and for a long time, he said, "I have hurt you. I pushed you down a cliff. I want to die without saving."

Yan Xiaobei was taken aback, his eyes opened wide.

"But you also harmed me and kept me imprisoned in the valley without seeing the sun for three years."

Qin Shan looked at him, Yan Xiaobei, who had an IQ less than eight years old.

"Do you think we were even, knowing this, do you really hate me?"

Yan Xiaobei was taken aback, then smiled and asked, "Is that all the past?"

"Ok."

"If this is the case, then it's not under my control, I am all amnesia." Yan Xiaobei said, "I have known my brother since yesterday. You have only been good to me, not bad to me. So I will only remember your goodness. , Will not remember you badly."

"...Why do you believe me so?" Qin Shan asked.

Yan Xiaobei, who has always been refreshed, felt a little embarrassed when he heard this question. He lowered his head and said shyly: "I don't know why, when I open my eyes and see you, I really like you."

With just one glance, everything is over.

No matter before or now, only this point remains the same.

Qin Shan sat there for a long time, and Yan Xiaobei sat with him unclearly. Qin Shan didn't move, he didn't move. I don't know how long it took, Yan Xiaobei noticed that the hand he had been holding gradually became warmer. Like the melted spring water in winter, it surging again.

"My name is Qin Shan."

Qin Commander said to Yan Xiaobei.

"I remember."