I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 603 The same but different story
In the end, Wei Changtian still did not send the letter to Xu Suisui.

It's not that there are no questions, no questions.

But there is no need to ask, no need to say.

Whether she claims to be "the reincarnation of Avalokitesvara", or she wants to use the power of Buddhism to fight against Qian and Hui, or establish Buddhism as the state religion
These are Xu Suisui's affairs, and have nothing to do with him.

Now that she is no longer an ally, she can go whichever way she wants.

The only thing Wei Changtian can do is probably not to take the initiative to plot against this fellow.

That's it.

"."

"Young master, we are now"

Zhang San's voice drifted into the sedan chair, and the carriage had slowly left the palace and arrived at the street outside the Meridian Gate.

There is still some time before sunset, so there are still many pedestrians on the street, and all kinds of banners are fluttering in the wind amidst the crowd.

When returning to Beijing this time, Wei Changtian has a few things to do.

And now these things are basically dealt with, except for the last one.

"Out of town."

"Go to Fish Maw Mountain."

After half an hour.

Ten miles north of the city, Yudu Mountain.

Yumai Mountain is shaped like a fish maw, not too high, and there are many kinds of chrysanthemums in the mountain.

This is just a very common low mountain around the capital of Daning, but it has some unusual meanings to Wei Changtian.

On the Double Ninth Festival two years ago, he set up an ambush here, trying to kill Xiao Feng for the second time.

Of course, it turned out to be unsuccessful.

In order to repay the favor of the Liu family, a third-rank general named Chen Jie insisted on saving Xiao Feng under the pressure of Wei Xianzhi.

However, as a condition, he also disclosed where the Liu family hid Lu Jingyao and others after they hijacked them.

Looking back now, if there was no Chen Jie at that time, Xiao Feng might have died at the foot of Yumai Mountain long ago.

And Lu Jingyao and Qiuyun will also be killed by the robbers with a high probability.

In this way, Wei Changtian might not have to kill Liu Yuanshan just to collect points to exchange for Mica Mushroom, and thus he would not be dispatched to Shuzhou.

If he doesn't go to Shuzhou, then he won't be involved in Ning Qingyu's extermination case, and he won't know the current empress of Shu, Ning Yuke
A butterfly in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River Basin in South America, occasionally flapping its wings a few times, may be able to cause a tornado in Texas.

In the previous life, it was called the butterfly effect, and the old saying is that the hurricane starts at the end of Qingping.

This is how things are in the world. Any slight change, magnified by time, will lead the development of the world to a completely different direction.

But this "if then" assumption is really meaningless.

Wei Changtian's visit to Yumao Mountain now is not to review why he failed to siege Xiao Feng at that time.

He was actually here for the other two.

Two insignificant little people.

"Sir, it's here."

The carriage slowly stopped beside the dirt road in the forest, and Yumao Mountain was not far ahead.

The woods all over the foot of the mountain are not much green anymore, as far as the eye can see, there are bare branches and dead leaves covering the ground.

When the leaves are all gone, the line of sight is less obstructed, and the graves in the forest become clearly visible.

There is no doubt that this is a mass grave, and those buried are poor people without relatives or reasons.

The identities and causes of death of these people are different. The only thing they have in common is that none of their relatives or friends claimed their bodies after death, so they were randomly buried here by the government.

Messy dead grass crawled all over the grave, obviously because it had been neglected for a long time.

However, the surroundings of two of the tombs are particularly neat, so they look a little special.

"Is it here?"

Stopping beside the two adjacent graves, Wei Changtian turned to look at Zhang San.

"Yes."

Zhang San bowed his head and replied: "Everything is done according to your order, son. In the past two years, someone has always come here to clean up regularly."

"Ah."

Nodding his head, Wei Changtian stopped talking, but looked at the two graves and sighed softly.

No monument, no name, half a foot desolate.

A little girl and an old man are buried here.

The former was Liu Yingying, who was only twelve years old when she died.

The latter is her grandfather.

Like tens of thousands of ordinary people, there is nothing special about this pair of grandparents who depend on each other for life.

Both of them lived in Houqiu Village, more than a dozen miles outside the city, and they made a living by plowing the fields and collecting herbs in the mountains.

They have been living a mediocre life that can be maintained even though it is poor.

The little girl looks pretty, and in a few years she should be able to marry into a good family.

The old man will also be able to enjoy the blessings at that time, and he will no longer have to be busy in the fields all day long.

Such a day can barely be regarded as hopeful.

But on a certain day, the appearance of a pig demon changed everything.

This pig demon is not very powerful, but within a few days it still ate up a dozen people in the village.

The villagers reported the matter to the yamen, and the yamen said they would report it to Xuanjing Division for disposal.

Maybe it's because it takes time to go through the process, or maybe it's because the "adults" in the government don't understand the sufferings of the people.

Fortunately, at this time, a young hero surnamed Xiao happened to pass by, and shot and killed the pig demon without saying a word.

The monster was killed, and this young hero naturally became a hero in the hearts of the villagers.

Everyone wanted to thank the young hero for saving his life, but they had nothing to offer, so the old man surnamed Liu finally gave the young hero an ancestral jade plaque.

What is wrong with knowing kindness and repaying it?
Whether it was the old man who gave the jade token, or the little girl who had secretly promised that young hero, probably they would never have thought that such a normal behavior of theirs would offend a great man in the capital.

Not only is this person overwhelmingly powerful, but he is also notoriously stubborn.

More importantly, he had a life-and-death enmity with that young hero surnamed Xiao.

In this way, the grandpa and grandson who inadvertently gifted Xiao Shaoxia with a piece of life-saving treasure were put in prison as a matter of course.

That was the first time they were taken away by officials, the first time they were imprisoned, and the first time they were interrogated.

Although the big man didn't torture them in the end, so many first times still made them trembling from then on.

Then, they were sent home.

But those officials hiding in the village remind them all the time that the peaceful days in the past will never come back.

The strange eyes of the villagers, the eyes that follow them no matter where they go, they just survive day after day full of fear.

Later, they were taken away again by officials, their acupoints were sealed, and they were thrown into a carriage.

The grandparents only remembered that it was the Double Ninth Festival, and there were large fields of chrysanthemums blooming outside the village.

Sitting on the bumpy carriage, they couldn't move, speak, or even see anything.

They did not know where the chariot was going, what they might encounter.

They didn't know the answers to the above two questions until the sharp arrows whizzed into their chests and the sharp sword energy smashed the carriage.

However, even at the last second before they died, they still failed to figure out one thing.

They don't know what they did wrong.

They just repaid a savior, they just sent a jade token that they didn't know what to do, and they just did what ordinary people would do.

So why did they end up like this
If there are souls or ghosts left in the world after death, the grandpa and grandson must have been searching for the answer to this question.

However, even if there is such a thing, it is the privilege of someone with an extremely high cultivation level like the remnant soul of the Xuantian Sword. Ordinary people like them must have no chance.

Therefore, they can only wait.

The grass in the forest turns yellow and then green, green and then yellow, the leaves on the branches dry and grow again, grow and then wither.

They waited for nearly three years before they finally got a word in today's rumors.

"."

"sorry."

(End of this chapter)