The summer is hot and the cicadas are chirping.

A pebbled river that is fifty or sixty meters wide passes through the mountains of Linqi, and the winding sorrow flows into the distance.

The sun shines on the water, and the golden light is like scales.

The only path winds along this big river called Qingliujiang and sinks into the rolling mountains, just like a lazy long snake lying among the mountains and rivers.

Among the villagers of Fanmian Village, facing the loess and facing the sky for their whole lives, idle men and lazy women gathered in the poplar forest outside the private school on the Qingliu River at the entrance of the village, taking advantage of the shade of the trees and scrambling to celebrate the hot time.

Talking about trivial matters about others and other people's family, or using dirty jokes to flirt with lazy wives.

There were laughter from time to time.

June Tian’s baby face turned over and there was a thunder thunder in the sky.

The idle men who are familiar with the four seasons look up at the sky, but don’t take it to heart. It will be raining in the clear sky.

A demonic wind blows by.

The son of the Huang family who had been sitting quietly outside the crowd suddenly shook his mind. His turbid eyes were shining with brilliance. He looked around and looked inexplicably excited, and he laughed wildly at the sky.

It's domineering.

The idle men and wives making jokes stopped under the shade of the willow trees.

The nephew of the Huang family, the old man who is in his sixties, is closest to his stupid son, and he gets up and slaps him, "I am usually stupid, why are you laughing at me!"

But the silly son turned over and flashed over, glaring at the soybean root, "Old turtle, do you know who I am?"

The old eyes of the soybean roots rolled up. Before I could speak, I heard my stupid son laughing wildly: "I will kill all the flowers after they bloom, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor. I didn't expect that I, Huang Chao, will come back to life-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the clear sky thunder again.

The white-haired soybean root, who was already in her sixties, changed her face and turned around and ran away.

He is as quick as an eighteen-year-old boy.

It seems that if you will be struck by lightning after a step slower, you will jump to more than ten meters away in a blink of an eye.

The villagers of Fanmian Village who had been chatting before were like ghosts. In just one breath, they rolled and crawled away from their stupid son, and the shade of the willow trees was in a mess.

Everyone stood in the distance, and their eyes were filled with pity when they looked at their stupid son.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared from the clear sky, tearing apart the sky and surging down, passing through the dense shade of willow trees, and slashed accurately on the head of the fool's son. With a scream, the fool's son turned over and fell to the ground.

Death.

A strong fragrance permeates the shade of the willow trees.

The meat smells.

It's dead again...

However, these idle men and lazi women were not surprised or frightened at all, but instead got together and talked.

Someone muttered: "What is this poor Huang Chao?"

But no one responded, nothing mattered, anyway, he was dead.

Huang Toaogen looked sad, "How could he tell my sister-in-law that although she is a stupid son, she is a living person. Now, I have to say what Huang Chao is, so I won't be struck by lightning. What are you doing?"

The charming Xu Niang in her thirties was so pretty that she almost stole all the men in the village, Widow Wang curled her lips, scratched her head and straightened her chest, holding a sarcastic voice, "What's wrong with saying? The silly son is not the first one. Our Fanmian Village has bad feng shui, and one or two people will be killed every year."

Aunt Zhou, who was grinding tofu in the village, spitted a phlegm and sighed, feeling deeply, "Yes, there must be something wrong with our village's feng shui. I was like this more than ten years ago. I fell down and fell into a coma for a long time. I woke up and said that I was Lanling King and wanted to go back to the palace, and then I was struck to death by lightning. The most pitiful thing was Li Ruyu's child. After his mother-in-law and grandpa were struck to death, one of the old men said that he was the Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and the other said that he was... I can't remember it, but he was also chopped into charcoal anyway."

He paused, "Fortunately, Li Ruyu is lucky, and he survived four times by lightning."

The ignorant gangster in the village stumbled his feet, "Women's opinion, they knew nonsense. It was not the only one who was struck by lightning in our Fanfang Village. More than ten years ago, when Grandpa Li Ruyu and his mother-in-law were struck by lightning, what did you say, what did you say possessed? He even alarmed the county master. In the end, the government said that this was a normal phenomenon. There are all over the world of Daliang."

After pausing, he covered his face and sighed as a private school teacher, "The world is in chaos!"

But it caused a burst of ridicule.

Widow Wang smiled, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, and her chest was shaking even harder. "Why are there so many villages in our village? No matter what, we should find a Feng Shui master to see. Last year, the daughter-in-law of the old Yang family had just married for half a year. Before the fat boy had time to give birth, he washed his clothes and fell into the water. After he rescued him, he lost his heart and said that he was Mulan and was struck by lightning."

Old widower Sun, an old widower at the west entrance of the village who could blow down even with a gust of wind, reached out and touched Widow Wang's butt, with a slight smile on his face, but his tone was a little sour: "Then go and give birth to a son for the Old Yang family. Didn't they climb onto your bed?"

Widow Wang laughed, and her chest was shaking a few and sagging heavily, "I want to give birth to you, will your son be rude to my family?"

Sun Widowman swallowed and stared at the chest with his eyes shining.

Huang Soybean Root said angrily: "I'm still talking about those inexplicable things here when I die, and my conscience is eaten by the dog!"

The widower Sun, who was accused of being scolded by the soybean, was a little embarrassed, his face turned red, and hey, "It's my hammer business, I don't have a son, you are serious about soybean roots. A few days ago, you went to Widow Wang's house in the middle of the night. Just like a male dog, you'll be done with a few yelling sounds, and you'll be thrown to death by your ancestors!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Huang Soybean root was so angry that she lifted her sleeves and was about to rush forward, "Dog Damn Widower talks nonsense, I'll kill you!"

Sun Jiehusband was startled and took a few steps back guiltily, but shouted very loudly, "Come on, come on, you are the son of a turtle, I'm afraid of you."

Everyone knew the virtues of soybean root and grandson widower. They knew that they couldn't fight, so they simply watched the fun and didn't go to fight.

As expected.

Seeing that no one was holding a stand, the soybean root rushed up and just grabbed Sun Waihou's collar. He didn't dare to do it. Sun Waihou did not dare to do it. The two of them pulled each other's collar and stared at each other's eyes and mouth foam was splashing everywhere.

"Try touching my finger!"

"I'm touching you and you're all mixed!"

"I'm going to kill you, your ancestors, today."

“…”

In the private school, the middle-aged master with a ruler in his hand was wearing a green shirt, with a shaved face, and a little bit of a vicissitudes of a vicissitudes of uncle. He stood in front of the window, stared for a while before walking over, looked at the charred silly son's body, and said unhappy: "What's the matter? Huang Tougen, go and tell Huang Touya that her stupid son was killed and asked her to collect the body. Second slut, go to the market tomorrow to find the house and talk about it, and then say that someone died in our Fanmian Village... Well, don't say that he was struck by lightning, just fall into the water to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

The Master's surname is Li. He came from another place and liked the scenery of the village. He lived there for ten years and was the most ink-like person in Fanmian Village. His words were more effective than Li Zheng.

He waved his hand and said, "Let's go away, let's go away, don't affect the children's reading."

The crowd suddenly scattered.

This is called respect and respect...

Master Li looked at the body, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said something that did not match the identity of a scholar: "Idiot, I'm looking for death."

The Master returned to the private school with a ruler.

Slow and commonplace.

In this small village, when will anyone kill someone?

In which year did the Daliang Dynasty not kill a bunch of people?

Under the shade of the willow trees, the cicadas were still chirping, and only the charred corpse was left with a burst of flesh fragrance.

Poor Huang Chao...

At the entrance of the private school, a thirteen-year-old slender boy with delicate facial features and healthy wheat skin. Although he had a lot of green gown, he washed it very cleanly. Because there was too much water, it was a little grayish-white.

He stared blankly at the charred corpse in the distance, as if he remembered the past, his face was full of fear, his eyes were crystal clear, and his expression was sad.

Master Li sighed, "Ruyu, go back to study."

Li Ruyu hesitated for a while and asked, "Teacher, who did he say he is?"

Master Li pondered for a while, raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he was a little guilty, and sighed quietly: "He is, his name is Huang Chao." Then he said to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "It's been after the prosperous Tang Dynasty? I haven't heard of it..."

Li Ruyu returned to the classroom, took out a small notebook and took out a piece of paper inside, picked up Bi Hao, and carefully added a name to it: Huang Chao.

Before Huang Chao, there were nearly a dozen names.

Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Zhao Zilong, King of Lanling, Mulan...

Master Li, who was carrying a ruler to monitor students' reading books, walked past Li Ruyu, looking at the familiar or unfamiliar names on it, and sighed deeply in his heart. It was really not easy to be alive...

After the flowers bloom, I will kill all the flowers, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor.

Poetry is good, there is some talent.
Chapter completed!