Mo Yanliang

Chapter 57

Yan Jingshen's physical fitness is very good, but cleaning up so many weeds at one time still makes him terribly tired.

After cleaning up, he knelt down in front of his father's grave, offered sacrifices and lit joss sticks and paper money.

In his previous life, he also visited the tomb, but every time he went with the elders. To put it bluntly, he went to kowtow a few times, and it was his turn to worry about nothing.

Sometimes watching the elders kneeling in front of the tomb and chattering, he even couldn't stand it.

People are gone, and no matter how much you say, you can’t hear them, so why bother?

Now that the matter fell on his head, he did the same thing as his elders, so he wanted to talk to his father.

"Father, we have been father and son for 16 years, it seems that we haven't sat down and talked properly.

Before the age of six, I was afraid to scare you, so I didn't dare to say it.

When I grew up, I dared to say it, but I never found a chance.

Now I finally have the chance to say it, but you can't hear it anymore...

The plaque you hid under the bed, in fact, I knew from the beginning.

There are many things you want to hide from me, and I know..."

Yan Jingshen's tears rolled down heavily, and soon got into the soil.

He sniffed and continued: "Forget it, I'll tell you everything after I achieve my goal.

Let you be a little worried, so that you won't feel difficult days.

I am here today mainly to tell you one thing, I am going to join the army.

This is not what you expected of me, but I will never forget your long-cherished wish to reopen our family's bodyguard agency.

And I still want to set the head office in Yicheng, and I will never let you lose your head in front of your great-grandfather and grandfather..."

Ever since time travel, Yan Jingshen has never said so many things at once.

He didn't realize that he had been talking for so long until his knees hurt and his legs were numb.

He stood up with difficulty, and it took him a while to regain consciousness.

Yan Jingshen poured the three glasses of wine in front of the tomb on the ground.

"You like to drink the most. In order to save money and train me these years, you have always been willing to buy the cheapest bad wine.

Although the wine today is good, it is still not as good as the old wine from Wang's Winery.

When my son comes to see you next time, he must bring the best wine from their house, and I promise you to have a good drink. "

Just as the joss sticks were put away, there was a faint sound of fighting in the distance.

Yan Jingshen left without even raising his eyelids.

He is no longer the passionate young man with the most righteous views in his previous life.

The world is difficult, and with his current status, he really can't care about other things.

And just as Xia Yueliang said, ancient people were no more honest than modern people, and they would be deceived if they were not careful.

Just like the old woman and her grandson I met that night, who would have thought they would do such a thing?

However, things backfired, and there were actually people fighting in front of them.

Yan Jingshen paused, planning to find another way.

"Help me—"

A man in taupe clothes broke out from the encirclement and ran towards him.

"The dead old woman really has an internal response, brothers, hurry up and don't let them run away!"

Feeling that the shout was a little familiar, the man exclaimed: "You are the young master?!"

Yan Jingshen looked intently and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

For the first time in months, he thought of the grandparents stealing barbecue, and the old woman immediately appeared in front of him.

Everything you want can become a derogatory term. Is it necessary for God to make such a joke? !

Without thinking too much, seven or eight men in black had already surrounded the two of them.

"Boy, no matter what relationship you have with this old woman, if you run into our brother's hands today, you will only die!"

The voice of the leading man in black was as piercing as sawing wood, making it very uncomfortable to hear.

Yan Jingshen narrowed his eyes and looked at them.

These people are in the business of killing people, but they don't have the slightest aura of quackery on them. They are obviously killers who have been reared by someone.

This old woman is really not an honest person, and a word she said about her life experience is not credible.

Judging by her skill and running speed just now, she is clearly a person who is good at martial arts, and her kung fu is not bad.

The last time he saw her old, weak and pitiful, his heart softened for a moment. He never thought that he would almost fall into her trap. This time, he didn't want to make the same mistakes again.

He clasped his fists together: "Everyone has something to say, I am the people of Lincheng, and today they are here to visit my father's grave.

Your grievances really have nothing to do with me, please be considerate. "

"My lord, are you really going to die?" The old woman looked at him in disbelief.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The leading man in black scolded: "If you want to save someone from us, first ask the knife if you agree!"

With a wave of his hand, the people in black slashed at them with the simple knives in their hands.

Yan Jing was furious.

Killing people indiscriminately, he has never seen such a domineering act!
Dodging to avoid the fatal move, he snatched a simple knife.

Seeing that he was so powerful, the old woman actively sought opportunities to counterattack.

Although Yan Jingshen was a special soldier in the past, he never took the lives of others.

Now he has just left the division, and the army has not yet touched, not to mention human life, and he has not even had blood on his hands.

These people seem fierce, but their martial arts are not top-notch, and it is absolutely impossible to hurt him.

The dead are the most important, and he doesn't want to kill so many people in the resting place and disturb their purity.

Moreover, there are laws in Fengguo, and Lone Eagle Mountain is not a deserted land. If someone kills someone, the government will hold him accountable.

He doesn't want to go either way, whether he is in prison or on the run.

Yan Jingshen accelerated his offensive, forcing the men in black to retreat again and again.

The people in black soon realized that they were no match at all, and also realized that this powerful kid didn't want to hurt anyone's life.

The leading man in black shouted: "Brothers, retreat!"

Hearing that the rest of the people didn't want to fight, they immediately dispersed, one by one slipping faster than the other.

The old woman was anxious: "Master, why did you let them go so easily?"

Yan Jingshen snorted coldly: "You can chase."

After all, he didn't even look at the other party, and walked away again.

"Master..." The old woman grabbed him and knelt down with a plop, "I beg you to save my young master..."

The fighting in the distance continued, and there were screams from time to time.

Yan Jingshen sneered: "Isn't it grandson, why did you become a young master again?"

The old woman continued to beg: "I have indeed lied to the young master, but it was a last resort... I beg you to hold your hands high..."

Before the words fell, the fighting sound suddenly disappeared.

"Brother—" the old woman yelled hoarsely, stood up and stumbled over.

Yan Jingshen knew that he had better stay out of it, but he was not a cold hearted person after all.

After sighing, he took big strides and turned back.

On the other side of the Jing family cemetery was a large open space. The old woman cried loudly while hugging the boy lying in a pool of blood, but the murderers had long since disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Yan Jingshen was still worried about fraud, after all, these two people had bad records.

He raised his vigilance and walked over slowly.

(End of this chapter)