Chapter 609 A Man of Virtue

"The New Year is approaching. Ah Hui is here to wish all listeners and friends a happy New Year. At the same time, she also reminds all listeners and friends that when traveling and visiting relatives and friends, try to avoid Desong Cliff. I believe you have read about it in the newspapers. According to relevant news, the recent situation in Desong Cliff is very tense.

Yesterday alone, it was said that more than two hundred people were killed in the fighting——"

Luo Zhengnan nodded slightly, still listening to Ah Hui's voice.

Li Banfeng felt that the fierce battle in Desongya was strange, so he asked Luo Zhengnan to send someone to investigate the situation.

Luo Zhengnan was afraid that his men would not be reliable, so he came in person.

Arriving at the entrance of Deyuan Village, Luo Zhengnan saw a group of people surrounding the entrance of the village. He thought there was going to be another war.

And I want to find a suitable position to see the battle situation.

As soon as he found a suitable position, Luo Zhengnan discovered that this was not a battle, but seven or eight people were beating a child, a four or five-year-old child.

What mistake did this kid make? There are men and women in this group, old and young, so just beat him?

You slap him, he kicks, they will torture the child here without mercy, and the child's face will be covered with blood.

I couldn't even cry anymore, and I looked like I was running out of energy.

While beating them, they laughed:

‘You are an immoral and shameless thief, did you know that you would end up like this today? "

"Thieves, don't pretend to be dead. Stand up. Today I will teach you how to be a virtuous person."

"Your father and mother are ungrateful and unscrupulous. It's your blessing that you can receive some instruction from us today!"

In the early years, there was a saying in the underworld - a virtuous cultivator has no father and no mother, and his reputation is as good as that of a hut.

But people don't care about moral cultivation. People have said that the underworld are all immoral people. They destroy moral cultivation, which proves that moral cultivation has hit their sore spot!

From the day I started practicing virtue, there was no shame in this Taoist sect. Looking at the matter in front of me, this is not something that humans can do.

Luo Zhengnan couldn't bear to see this. When he was the master of the Medicine King Hall of the Jiang Xiang Gang, he didn't allow his men to abduct children. How could he endure this scene now?

But if we take action against these virtue cultivators now, what will happen to the matters that Master Qi has told us?

In the moment of dilemma, a blond man with blue eyes suddenly walked into the crowd, stepped forward and picked up the child.

Luo Zhengnan looked at the man and recognized him. He was Dr. Cui from Lushui City Wujie Hospital.

What is he doing here?

Tritik held the child and silently scanned the crowd.

A group of moral cultivators were a little scared. The foreigner in front of them suddenly appeared in the crowd and made almost no movement. This proved that his cultivation level was not low.

A man in his thirties bravely shouted: "His parents are immoral people, so he is destined to be immoral. Why are you here meddling in other people's business?"

As soon as the man spoke, he immediately emboldened everyone. Others gathered around and kept talking in Tritik's ears.

"Virtue is the foundation of one's life, regardless of age or age!"

‘Unvirtuous people should be severely punished before they can behave properly. We are doing this for his own good! "

"Why do you, a foreigner, interfere in the affairs of our village? Put that thief away. Don't think that we, Desongya, are easy to bully!"

Luo Zhengnan worried about Cui Tik. Once Cui Tik lost in the dispute, he might be suppressed by these moral cultivators and unable to fight back.

Tritik did not argue. He hugged the child and left without saying a word.

This group of virtuous cultivators did not want to let Cuitik go. They knew that this foreigner had a high level of cultivation and was difficult to deal with. The current situation of the siege was just right, forcing the foreigner to be unable to speak. If he added some techniques to his words, maybe You can bring this foreigner down!

They had prepared their techniques, but now the foreigner turned around and left without giving them a chance.

He also took that little thief away, so we need to chase him!

But if no one takes the lead, they won't dare to chase, and no one wants to be the leader.

Seeing that the foreigners were far away, an old lady showed her courage and used a move of great virtue. Tritic was pushed over by a brute force and fell to the ground.

He protected the boy in his arms, got up, and continued walking forward.

Seeing that Cuitike was fine, the group of virtue cultivators did not dare to pursue him. However, after what happened just now, they felt that they had taken advantage, and their hearts were much more balanced, with a look of pride on their faces.

The old lady who took action just now clapped her hands and said, "You shameless foreigners dare to come here and act wild.

Don't you care about your own weight? "

A young woman asked: "What is the origin of this foreign devil? Could he be the reinforcements invited by Deshan Village?"

An old man next to him blew his beard and said: "Dare! This is our own internal matter in Desongya. Deshan Village dares to ask outsiders to come and interfere. They have forgotten their own blood and ancestors!"

A woman in her fifties took a different approach and spoke from an angle that no one else had thought of: "Let me tell you, do you think this little thief doesn't look like the people from Desong Cliff? He has deep eye sockets and tall eyes." Could the bridge of the nose be a legacy of this foreigner?”

An old lady next to her nodded and said: "I think her mother looked like a goblin when she was alive. Don't expect her to be able to maintain her feminine ways!"

"I think her husband is also a loser. How can he control such an immoral and shameless woman?"

"That's right. This thief is the bastard of that shameless woman and that foreigner! Otherwise, how could the foreigner take him away?"

"This bastard also brought outsiders into Desong Cliff. This bastard should be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"

These words sound ridiculous. This child grew up in Desong Cliff and became a foreigner in the blink of an eye.

But Luo Zhengnan knew that this situation was very common in Desong Cliff. They looked like they were talking nonsense, but in a short time, they would be able to prove their lies. Unless this child could prove his innocence, he would be Cuitik's illegitimate child.

"Bah!" The old lady spit, "I should have beaten that bastard to death with a stick just now, bah!"

She spit again, this time with more force, and the spit made a sound when it landed.

The sound was too crisp.

"Sister," another old lady looked down, "How did your tooth come out?"

The old lady licked her mouth, and it was true, and her back molars were spit out by her: "Oh, what's wrong with me——."

Her speech became more and more unclear, and her mouth seemed to be choked by something. After coughing twice, the old lady spit out a ball of sticky flesh and blood.

Where did this flesh and blood come from?

"Sister, what happened to you? Were you injured in the battle yesterday?"

"Hua, ah ah————" The old lady kept talking, but no one could understand what she said.

The old lady moved her cheeks a few times and felt that something was missing in her mouth.

She looked at everyone with her mouth open, and a man shouted: "Her tongue is gone!"

The old lady's tongue was gone, and the rotten meat she spit on the ground just now was her tongue, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

A group of people were terrified and asked with concern, but no one dared to come forward easily.

An old man felt that something was wrong and wanted to leave with a cane.

After walking a few steps, his right hand suddenly became soft, the skin was sticky at first, and then cracked, and clumps of pus and blood flowed out of the cracks. The whole arm fell off the shoulder and fell to the ground with the cane.

A group of moral practitioners were shocked and didn't know what was going on. A young woman whispered: "Is it retribution? Nonsense! "A woman next to him shouted, "We punished that bastard, what's wrong with that? Why should we be punished?"

That being said, the woman's legs were shaking. She had kicked the child several times just now, and now her legs felt numb.

Numbness means it's almost time.

The woman shivered twice again, and her right calf fell off her knee and turned into meat paste.

A man was so scared that he cried, and both of his hands fell off his shoulders.

None of these seven or eight Dexiu was spared. Some had broken hands, some had broken feet, and some had no hands or feet.

Luo Zhengnan was also a little scared.

It is not known whether this situation is caused by trauma or epidemic. Today's news is inquiring It was almost time, so Luo Zhengnan hurriedly left Deyuan Village.

Decheng Mountain is the highest mountain in the Desong Cliff area. Cui Tike chose a cave.

The cave has good ventilation and there is a spring in the cave. Cui Tike checked and found that the water can be drunk directly.

He put the child in the cave, applied medicine to his wounds, opened a can of beef, and fed the child with meat and soup.

Cui Tike's medicine was very effective. The child ate something and soon recovered his vitality. He could barely walk with a lump and a limp.

"What's your name?"

The child lowered his head and said nothing.

"You can't speak?" Cui Tike checked the child's throat and vocal cords, and it seemed that there was no damage. "My name is Tang Xinde." The child raised his head and his voice was quite loud. He wanted to prove that he could speak.

"Why is there a word De in your name? I asked several people, and their names all have a word De. "

The child stared at Cuitik for a while and shook his head. He couldn't answer such a complicated question.

Cuitik asked again: "How old are you?"

"Almost six years old."

Cuitik nodded: "Your name is a bit difficult for me to pronounce. I don't mean to offend you. I will call you Xiaode from now on, okay?"

The child nodded.

"Where are your parents?"

"Dead."

"Why?"

"They said that my parents are immoral people. They did immoral things. When they were young, they got married by themselves, which was immoral. They knew Grandpa Pan, which was also immoral. They didn't fight with the village, which was immoral. The people in our village are also immoral---."

The child said a few words here and there, and Cuitik was confused: "Forget it,

You still say something I can understand. Your village is called Deyuan Village?"

"No! ”

“What is the name of your village?”

“Deshan Village.”

“What is the name of your village chief? How high is his cultivation?”

The child looked confused.

“How many villages are there in Desong Cliff? How many villages obey the command of Deyuan Village?”

The child remained silent.

“You don’t know?”

The child shook his head.

Cui Tik frowned and said, “You don’t know anything, so you are not of much use to me.”

The child still didn’t understand. He lowered his head and shivered.

Cui Tik looked at the tattered single clothes and asked, “Why are you shivering? Are you scared or cold?”

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The child was silent.

“You stay here. I’m going out to play a game. Don’t follow me.” Cui Tik got up and left the cave.

He walked halfway up the hillside and took out a few seeds and buried them near the cave entrance.

After walking a few dozen meters, he buried a few more seeds.

Then he walked down the mountain for a few dozen meters. Cuitik took out the seeds and looked back.

Xiaode stood at the entrance of the cave, filled a can with water, and poured it on the seeds.

Tritik quickly stopped the child: "What are you doing?"

"Playing games with you."

Cuitik sighed and said: "Your psychological quality is really strong. Your parents just died, and you almost died too. Do you still have the heart to play games?"

The child lowered his head, holding the can in his hand, and pursed his lips tightly.

Cuitik took him back to the cave and opened two more boxes of cans: "You stay in the cave and don't go out.

Eat this when you are hungry,

Before I come back, you'd better think of something, something valuable to me,

Also, don't water any seeds outside or they will grow quickly. "

The child asked: "You don't want them to grow up?"

"I just don't want them to grow up too fast."

The child was still stimulated and had the guts to ask so many questions.

Tritik left, and the child held the can and silently looked at the entrance of the cave.

Deyuan Village, village chief Song Demei is sitting in the yard.

Not long ago, she had just killed the local god designated by the salesman.

Now that the situation is great, several of his villagers are suddenly injured.

They all had varying degrees of ulcers on their bodies, but none of their injuries were fatal.

"Where did the foreigners you mentioned come from?" Song Demei asked.

The old man with a broken leg said: "We didn't know where he came from. We didn't say anything, and he just attacked me!"

"How did he move his hands?"

The old man looked at the woman with a broken arm next to him, and the woman looked at the man with broken hands.

A group of people looked at each other, and finally they all looked at the old lady who had lost her tongue.

The old lady kept chirping and couldn't understand anything.

No one knows how the foreigner did it. To be precise, the foreigner never did it.

Song Demei looked at everyone, with a hint of anger in her calmness: "An outsider is trying to take advantage of our Desong Ya, and we will never agree."

Everyone in the yard echoed in unison: "I will definitely not agree!"

A man ran into the yard and said: "Village chief, we have found the foreigner. He is walking back and forth in several surrounding villages, buying rice, noodles, and oil. It seems that he wants to live here. He is still talking about it." Buy clothes at Lao Liu’s tailor shop.”

"I'll go meet him and find out who ordered him here." Song Demei walked out of the yard, followed by a group of people.

In the tailor shop, Cui Tike picked out a new set of clothes and gave Chen Laoliu a hundred Huan national banknotes.

Chen Laoliu said with a smile: "This set of clothes costs ninety-eight yuan including work and materials. I only made a profit. I really didn't make any money from you."

Cui Tike didn't quite understand what Chen Laoliu meant and thought he was asking for a tip: "You don't have to change the two yuan."

Chen Laoliu waved his hand: "For the agreed price, I can't ask for more from you. In order to make you a friend, I just hope you can come often in the future."

Tritik nodded and said, "I will definitely come often."

"As you said, my business trip was not in vain. Just wait and I will give you change. Every penny will be yours."

The waiter handed Cui Tike Lake Tea cigarettes, and also folded and boxed the clothes Cui Tik selected. Cui Tik was very surprised. He didn't expect that De Songya was quite sincere in doing business.

But Cui Tik waited for several minutes for these two dollars, but the shopkeeper didn't find it.

"There's really no need to look for it. I'm leaving first." Cuitik just walked to the door and saw the village chief Song Demei leading a group of people to the door of the tailor shop.

Cui Tike understood what Chen Laoliu meant this time. He turned around and asked, "Did you delay just now just to wait for them?"

Chen Laoliu took out a hundred yuan bill, threw it on Cui Tike, and said righteously: "You think I want to do your business? I'm just afraid that you, a foreign devil, will run away!"

Cui Tike picked up the one hundred yuan bill and asked Chen Laoliu: "Are you speaking so righteously just to prove your loyalty to the village chief?"

Chen Laoliu straightened his chest and raised his head, his expression unchanged.

Song Demei asked Cuitike: "Outlander, did you hurt our villagers?"

"Yes." Tritik did not deny it.

"Tell me the reason for this. Why did you hurt them?"

"They are beating a child, bullying the minority, relying on the strong to bully the weak, committing immoral acts, bringing disgrace to Desong Cliff, and bringing shame to all moral cultivators in the world."

In order to memorize this passage, Cuitike put in a lot of effort. He came prepared. He was destroying the logic of De Xiu's words and thereby interfering with De Xiu's suppression techniques.

The old man with a broken leg reasoned with the reason: "We are here to punish the unscrupulous people."

Tritic said: "You beat a five-year-old child."

The woman with a broken arm changed her approach and looked for explanation from the child: "An unscrupulous person, even if he is young,

It also causes endless harm. "

Tritic said: "A group of you beat up a defenseless child."

The man who lost his hands began to look for reasons: "With a virtuous heart, do virtuous things, even if the means are somewhat inappropriate."

Cuitik interrupted the man: "Several adults teamed up to beat a child. They have no sense of shame at all. You have no shame. How can you talk about morality?"

These few disputes may seem trivial, but for Tritik, every sentence is a matter of life and death.

This is a common use of Dexiu, Dexiu Technique, see Desi Qi. This technique is not high level, but it is powerful. Even if the other party has only one word to put Cui Tik at a psychological disadvantage, he will treat Cui Ti. This caused great restrictions on Gram's combat power, resulting in a significant reduction in combat power.

Cui Tike resolved their moral suppression, but Song Demei was not so easy to deal with. She changed the subject,

He said: "It is our internal business to punish the unscrupulous people in Desongya. Even if they make mistakes, it is not the turn of outsiders to tell them what to do!"

Cuitike shook his head and said: "I am not an outsider, I am a virtuous person. Desong Cliff is the hometown of virtuous people, and I am also a member of Desong Cliff."

"Why do you say you are a virtuous person?"

"I have evidence." Cui Tik opened his shirt, and there were four characters tattooed on it: virtuous person.

Song Demei was speechless for a moment. She looked at a group of injured people and asked, "The way you hurt people reminds me of a person, Green Water Gong of Green Water City. What is your relationship with you?"

Cuitike told the truth: "He is my Taoist ancestor."

After the words fell, the onlookers quickly retreated, and the villagers who were originally responsible for caring for the injured all hid far away.

The owner of the tailor shop, Chen Laoliu, was frightened. He had just received Cuitike's money. Although he returned it, he had touched the banknote.

Song Demei showed a sneer: "Did Green Water Gong ask you to come? He wants the land of Desong Cliff?"

Cuitike shook his head and said: "This has nothing to do with my Taoist ancestor. It is my morality and conscience that made me come here to prevent this war that should not have happened.

Chief of Deyuan Village, how many innocent people have been killed in the war for your own ambition?

If you are still a cultivator in the virtue cultivation sect, if you still have the last bit of conscience in your heart, please follow my advice and end this war immediately, and don't let others be buried with your ambitions. "

Song Demei shook her head and said: "I don't want to fight. Everything I do is for Desong Cliff. I have a clear conscience. As long as Desong Cliff can stay in the hands of virtuous people, this battle does not need to be fought!"

"I believe that you have a clear conscience. I believe that there will be a truly virtuous person who will become the leader of Desong Cliff. I will stay in Desong Cliff for the next period of time until this war is completely over."

Tritik pushed up the cart next to him. On the cart were the food and daily necessities he had just bought.

He didn't believe any of the promises made by Dexiu, and he didn't want to take the risk of arguing with this group of Dexiu, but this was the task given to him by the salesman. He had to distinguish by himself who should be killed and who should be kept, and strive to kill with the least possible means. to solve the problem.

He pushed the car all the way to the middle of the mountain. Suddenly there was a ravine at his feet. The car fell into the ditch.

It fell to the ground.

Cut off the path and open up a road. There is a traveling repairman nearby.

Song Demei had more than just De Xiu under his command. Cuitik judged through his perception that there were at least thirty cultivators nearby surrounding him.

Should these people be killed? Do we still need to distinguish this matter?

According to the rules set by Tritic himself, it shouldn't be necessary.

It was getting dark, and Song Demei was sitting in the yard, looking very solemn.

None of the people she sent came back, and they were probably dead at the hands of the foreigners.

If you want to control Desong Cliff, you must get rid of the foreigner, but this foreigner is not so easy to deal with.

At night, Tritik returned to the cave. The car was smashed and most of the things on the car were damaged.

He was also injured.

The child sat silently in the cave. He was very sleepy and tried hard to stay awake.

Tritik sat opposite the child, dressing his wounds, and asked, "Have you thought of anything valuable?"

The child shook his head. He didn't understand Tretik.

Tritic looked helpless: "You'd better think quickly, my patience is very limited, my situation here is very dangerous, I don't want to waste too much time with you——"

Before he finished speaking, the boy held the can in both hands and handed it to Tritic.

There was some soil in the box, and an unnamed wild flower was stuck on the soil.

Tritik took the can and looked at it: "It's a beautiful flower. You can water it."

The child was very happy. Tritic put the can box aside and counted the remaining cans in his backpack: "We don't have much food. We won't have cans in two days."

The child brought two boxes of cans to Tritik, which were the cans that Tritik opened before leaving.

"You didn't eat?"

"Waiting for you to come back."

"Are you waiting for me to come back?" Tritik was stunned for a long time, and these words felt a bit strange to him.

The child nodded, his stomach growled, he was very hungry.

Tritic looked at the can and took out a small cloth bag on his body: "I brought back some flour and some leavening agent. I should be able to bake some bread. Have you ever eaten bread?"

The child shook his head.

"It's best if you haven't eaten it before. If you haven't eaten it, you won't be too picky." Tritik took out another box from his arms, "I bought it for you."

The child opened the box and found a set of cotton-padded clothes inside.

Cuitik took the water and mixed the noodles while saying: "I have set a rule for myself. Those who actively attack me must die. People who do not actively attack me can survive temporarily according to the situation. Sometimes I will If you forget the rules, you have to remind me from time to time.”

The child still didn't quite understand Tritik's words. He put on the cotton coat and buttoned it wrongly. Looking at the asymmetrical placket, he didn't know where the mistake was.

If it's wrong, it's wrong.

He stood in front of Tritik, proudly showing off his new clothes.

Tritic put down the dough in his hand, helped the child re-button it, nodded and said, "It looks good."