Xu Jie frowned and looked at the people of the Jianghu who were full of panic on their faces, raised his hand and waved: "Take the corpse with you, let's go!"

Xu Kang had the lingering fear after the first killing. He waved the knife in the air and said, "Get out, get out!"

The few people were as if they were amnesty, without a word, but they had such panic actions.

The old man next to him lived for decades and seemed not so afraid of blood. He was just a little unaware of it. He was still holding Xu Jie's arm but subconsciously let it go, trying to say something, but he wanted to say but stopped.

Xu Jie turned around and looked at the old man, let out a sigh, and said, "Brother-in-law, I'm scared you!"

After hearing this, the old man waited for a while, and several people who bowed their heads and bowed quickly escaped. Looking at the blood still left on the ground, he replied: "Young Master is worried. The old man is used to blood, but he is not as good as the young masters and the followers are very skilled in martial arts."

Xu Jie was a little strange when he heard the words. A rural farmer was not afraid of such blood. Obviously, he had some experience. He reached out and pulled the old man and sat down by the fire. He asked again: "I think my father-in-law has some stories. It's still early and the night is long. Why not listen to my father-in-law telling the story?"

The old man sat down, looked around a few half-year-old boys, waved his hand and said, "It's all embarrassing things. It's not as good as not to say it or not. It's not as good as a few young heroes."

Xu Jie poured another bowl of wine, picked up a small wooden stick beside him and swayed the fire. A few more thunderstorms came from the sky, and the sound of rain became even louder.

"The father-in-law is also good at martial arts?" Xu Jie asked casually.

The old man shook his head: "I have practiced several swords and guns, and they are the most basic styles in the army. They cannot be put on the table and dare not fight with others. Even if they are not diligent in the army, they are mostly lazy and cannot be considered martial arts."

Xu Jie was very happy when he heard this. All the elders in the family were military men. When he went out, he met an old military man. He felt more fond of him. He quickly asked again: "Honey, have you been with the army?"

The old man picked up the wine and drank it, showing shame on his face. In the end, he whispered: "It's embarrassing. When he fought with Shi Wei, the old man was in the formation and had seen the current emperor from afar. However, he was defeated later. Seeing his comrades being chased by the strong horses of the Shi Wei people, he was scared to death. The tall general gathered his troops in Yingzhou City for a long time, and he kept hiding in the forest and did not dare to go to Yingzhou City. Finally, he secretly returned to his hometown. Fortunately, the government did not pursue the matter in depth, otherwise the soldiers who escaped at the battle would not have a good end when they were arrested. At that time, he was really scared and ashamed..."

When Xu Hu and Xu Kang and Xu Tai heard this, they already showed contempt. They listened to their fathers' stories of bravery since childhood. At this time, they heard that the old man turned out to be a deserter, so they naturally looked contemptuous.

Even Yun Shuhuan, who was about to hand it to the old man, suddenly shrank his hand back.

Xu Jie frowned when he heard this. Looking at the old man and listening to the story told by the deserter, he couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

Xu Jie reached out and took the jerky meat that Yun Shuhuan had retracted, handed it to the old man, squeezed out a smile, and said, "Brother-in-law, the battle formation is defeated like a mountain. It is normal to be scared at that time. No wonder you, drink and drink..."

When the old man heard this, he was not free and easy, but still looked ashamed. He obviously had been struggling with this matter for the rest of his life. He picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, but said, "If the old man returns to the battle formation at that time, he will definitely enter the Yingzhou City and share the glory of victory with Gao Damao. What a pity..."

Xu Jie really laughed at this time: "The father-in-law doesn't have to do this. The Gao Damao fought hard to defend the people of Dahua and also thought it was to defend you. Now you have a lot of descendants. I think that the Gao Damao is still in peace."

Xu Jie said and comforted the old man who had been ashamed for the rest of his life, and raised his hand to signal Xu Hu to pour wine with him again. But when he poured the wine, Xu Hu's eyes were unhappy.

The old man seemed to feel Xu Hu's contempt, and reached out to stop Xu Hu from pouring wine, saying, "I have drunk more than one bowl, enough, it's really enough. You can keep it for yourself. The old man has limited alcoholism, so he will get drunk again."

Xu Hu immediately took back the wine jar when he heard this. However, Xu Jie took the wine jar and prepared to pour wine again.

The old man had already gotten up, picked up the bowl he had drunk, and put down the jerky that Xu Jie had just handed him, saying, "Young master, this old man is dirty, take it to wash and then deliver it to him. He also went outside to call back a few companions. They must have been frightened, so the old man will comfort him for a few more times."

Xu Jie no longer stood up and stayed, but picked up the piece of jerky that the old man put down, put it in his mouth and ate it.

Not long after, the old man came back and brought a few companions who were wet in the rain. After returning the bowl, he found a broken pot from somewhere, took some water and washed the bloody ground. It was less bloody and it was easier to rest.

The heavy rain made the night come earlier, and the fires swayed in the ruined temple.

Xu Jie drank a lot, took the blood-drinking knife, crossed it in front of his knee, tapped the dark red knife with a bowl, and sang casually:

"The yellow sand sky is sunny, and the setting sun is smiling. I wonder how many people dream of being young?

The horse is neighing, and the battle is fierce. There are children and grandchildren on the knees.

Don’t teach heroes to remember their comrades, and hundreds of thousands of households are all plain.

The dry bones don’t want to hear the wail of their relatives, and they wish to wait for the tumbling tomb to arrive in Qingming Festival.

The yellow sand sky is sunny and the setting sun is smiling. Can you no longer dream of young people?

The horse's hooves are light and the songs are good. The general died in Baizhan.

The old woman wakes up from her dream and she is crying, while the child plays with the bamboo pole in the water.

How can the ministers and ministers cherish the people's fat? The king still remembers the passing of Hua Shao."

Xu Jie sang casually and read it as he pleasedly. His meaning was simple and clear, and he didn't care about the rhythm.

He sang the father and uncle who had never seen before, the second uncle, the eighth uncle and others who might be dreaming of young every night, the old grandmother who was crying at home, the tall and unexplained handsome man, and the half-birth sons of the Xu family.

He also sang the old deserter sitting opposite him, perhaps comforting the deserter in this battle formation, hoping that he would no longer dream of being young in the future.

The old man burst into tears and asked, "What kind of song is the young master singing?"

"Work casually, just call it "The Song of the Old Master." Xu Jie sighed after answering.

When the old man heard this, he cried out, perhaps even more remembering the past too much...

The three teenagers heard the "Old Master Song" with sad faces. There was also a girl who rolled down her head and lowered her head without saying a word.

The bonfire is still swaying, the wind and rain are whistling, and the thunder is coming, bringing a moment of light.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night, and I had a good dream. As the sky lighted up, the old man cleaned up lightly, pushed the wheelbarrow, and left first. He went to Shouzhou City to walk around the streets and alleys. After selling the trafficked rural local products, he brought the copper money he earned, bought some household items and small gifts for his grandchildren, and went home to have a lot of children and grandchildren.
Chapter completed!