"Wen Renwu!" Wen Ren'e had just carried little Yin Hanjiang home when he heard a loud shout, "Are you the gangster who secretly smashed Wang Huzi's wine shop the day before yesterday?"

A burly man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, who was a head taller than the young Wen Renwu, rushed in and flicked Wen Ren'e's forehead hard, angrily saying, "We are the border troops to protect the people. How can you mess up the situation in the rear?"

Wen Ren'e was in a trance for a while before he remembered that this man was his elder brother Wen Rentai, the Tai of peace and prosperity.

The memory was too old, and Wen Ren'e thought for a long time before he remembered that it was indeed him who smashed it. Wang Huzi was a drunkard who was afraid of chaos in the world. He said all day in the border town that the city would not be able to be defended sooner or later, and the Wen family would leave sooner or later. At that time, a drunkard official would come and abandon them, the common people, before the city was broken and escape. Instead of staying here, it would be better to die early and reincarnate early.

Wen Ren'e was also in the wine shop a few days ago. The boy's feelings were simple and strong. Dislike was disgust, and like was like. He respected his father and brother, and thought that as long as the Wen family was in the border town, nothing would happen. He was so angry when he heard what Wang Huzi said, and in the middle of the night he went to Wang Huzi with a mask on and knocked over his wine, and then roughly shaved off his beard, leaving Wang Huzi's chin full of scratches from shaving.

He thought he was being secretive at the time, but he didn't expect that there was probably only one boy, Wen Renwu, in the border town who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, had good martial arts skills and ran around on the rooftops all day. His bright and cynical eyes were different from those of the entire town's people, and he could be recognized at a glance.

The boy Awu's forehead was red from being hit, and little Yin Hanjiang was angry and opened his mouth to bite Wen Rentai's arm.

Wen Rentai panicked: "Kid, let go! My arms are too hard, don't bite too hard and break your teeth!"

Little Yin Hanjiang: "..."

The burly man was at a loss in front of little Yin Hanjiang, afraid that he would hurt him, and finally had to take it out on his younger brother: "Wen Renwu, do you use children as shields when you do something wrong?"

"Xiao Jiang, let go." Wen Ren'e pinched Yin Hanjiang's face lightly, and said gently, "Your face has just been bandaged, don't pull the wound."

Little Yin Hanjiang slowly let go. Wen Ren'e hugged Yin Hanjiang with one hand and hooked his brother's shoulder with the other hand. He put his forehead on Wen Rentai's broad arm and whispered, "Brother, it's great to see you again."

Even if this is just the memory of his soul.

Wen Rentai has been stationed at the border for many years, so his skin is not very good, a little dark and a little rough. His dark face turned red, and he raised his hand full of scars and calluses, touched Wen Ren'e's head, and then said in a daze: "Don't give me that, you will be beaten today!"

Wen Ren'e was beaten that day. His father was in the military camp, and his eldest brother was guarding the rear. Wen Rentai forced him to apologize to Wang Huzi and pay compensation. In front of the people of the entire border town, he used military law on Wen Ren'e in the wine shop, and beat the boy's back with fifty military sticks, leaving the boy's back skinned and flesh torn.

Little Yin Hanjiang was hugged by Wenren's mother, and he was so angry that he kept crying and wanted to break free from the not-so-soft hands and rush forward to block his back for his master.

"Don't move!" said the woman who looked very gentle but actually had a straight spine, "Watch carefully, no matter what the reason, as a frontier soldier, if he privately does something to harm the people, he will be punished by military law. It is also because he is young that the punishment is less, otherwise he will never pass the test unless this stick is broken!"

"I feel sad..." said little Yin Hanjiang

, touching his chest. "Of course I feel sad, the beating of my son hurts my heart." A line of tears slid down Wen Renwu's mother's face, she raised her hand to wipe it off, and continued, "But I have to beat him, the people's affairs are not trivial!"

A tear that was not wiped away fell on Yin Hanjiang's little hand, he licked it, it was salty and astringent.

After being beaten, Doctor Li applied medicine to Wen Ren'e - with great force.

After being bandaged, he had to kneel in the Martyrs' Shrine for a day and a night.

Little Yin Hanjiang wanted to accompany Wen Ren'e, and the servants could not do anything, so they prepared a cushion for him. His legs had just been cut, so he couldn't kneel down at all. He could only sit on the mat and said angrily, "Your Excellency is right."

"No, I'm wrong." Wen Ren'e explained gently.

"How can Your Excellency be wrong?" Little Yin Hanjiang looked up, his eyes full of admiration.

"You always see me this way?" Wen Ren'e smiled and scratched his nose, "No wonder in your eyes, I am the one who is least like 'me' in the illusion."

When he mentioned the inner demon illusion and the inability to recognize it, little Yin Hanjiang's face wrinkled again, looking very annoyed. Fortunately,

this is Wen Ren'e's soul sea, and Yin Hanjiang is also a soul body, so he will not be affected by the inner demon. In his eyes, there is only the young Wen Renwu, and there will be no other extra "Your Excellency". However... there are mothers and elder brothers who look like Your Excellency. They hurt Your Excellency, but because they look too much alike, little Yin Hanjiang is reluctant to teach them a lesson.

Wenren E touched Yin Hanjiang's little head and said seriously: "Yin Hanjiang, I was not born strong, nor was I smart since childhood. When I was young, I thought that my parents and brothers were the sky, able to block all disasters in the world, and the border town would always be peaceful, but I was totally wrong."

How can there be an omnipotent person? It's just to hold up the spine, even if the spine is broken, don't let others see your weakness.

Wenren E told little Yin Hanjiang what would happen after being beaten. A month after being punished, his father, Marshal Wenren, returned to the border town on his day off. Hearing about this, he beat the young boy Awu again. After the beating, he changed from a strict father to a kind father and told him about Wang Huzi's past.

This drunkard is fifty years old this year. Forty years ago, Marshal Wenren was just a child. At that time, the border town was in danger, the local garrison fled, and the foreign cavalry invaded. Wang Huzi, who was only ten years old, was hidden in the wine cellar by his mother. The child's eyes, which should have been tender and innocent, witnessed countless crimes.

Hearing this, Yin Hanjiang also thought of his past, and his heart ached so much that it became difficult to breathe.

Wen Ren'e held him in his arms and continued, "But he survived and held on until my grandfather was ordered to lead the troops to retake the border town. He was an orphan during the war and could follow the army to the nearby government office, where there was a charity to take in these children. He did not leave this border town, but stayed to become a militia. More than ten years ago, before I was born, he followed my mother to throw stones on the city wall to block the foreigners."

"Then why did he say that?" Yin Hanjiang asked.

"Because what he said was all true. The Wenren clan could not defend this border town." Wen Ren'e's voice was full of pain.

This was a past that he never dared to recall. These living lives, some good and some evil, some treacherous and cunning, and some mercenary and slick, each person is a color that is neither black nor white, drawing a picture of the border full of vitality.

In the end, the entire Wenren clan was executed, and the court ceded nine border states to foreigners. On the first day after the cession, the foreigners slaughtered this border town, and no one was spared, young or old, men or women.

"Don't look at my face." Wen Ren'e held little Yin Hanjiang in his arms, burying his head tightly in his chest. Yin Hanjiang tried to look up several times, but was pushed back by the young Wen Renwu. At this moment, he was still a boy and could be weak.

Drops of cold water fell on Yin Hanjiang's hair. Yin Hanjiang thought that these drops of water should also taste salty and astringent.

"Your Majesty..." Yin Hanjiang made a muffled sound in front of the boy's clean and sunny chest.

"Here, call me Ah Wu." Wen Ren'e said.

"Ah, Ah Wu..." Little Yin Hanjiang blushed, not knowing whether it was because his chest was too stuffy.

Wen Renwu was in such good health that he was full of energy a few days after being punished. He continued to compete with the teacher every day. He stole the wine that the family had buried for his ten-year-old sister, drank it on the eaves, and fed it to Yin Hanjiang. When his mother found out, he pulled his ears and spanked him. Little Yin Hanjiang sat on a chair nearby, covering his eyes with his hands as he watched his brother Awu being spanked. His fingers were wide open, revealing a pair of lively big eyes between his middle and ring fingers.

"Mom, don't let him watch me being spanked." The young Awu said depressedly.

"You still know how to be ashamed!" While speaking, the mother spanked him again, "You know how to be ashamed, but you still stole the wine that your sister brought as a dowry. I am so angry!"

After being spanked, he was punished to write big characters. The young man couldn't sit still. Wen Renwu's butt hurt, so he had to lie on the bed to write big characters. Little Yin Hanjiang watched his crooked characters from the side. The characters of the master were always beautiful.

"Good calligraphy is something that will come after you grow up. Now I only want to practice martial arts and don't care about these things. Every day I want to cut off the master's beard and make a brush for him." Wen Ren'e said with a smile, "Later I realized how useful these things are. Martial arts can protect the country and literature can educate the world."

"So that's why you look at Zhong Liqian differently?" Little Yin Hanjiang asked, holding his chin. His injuries had mostly healed, but the scars all over his body were a bit scary.

"The troubled times need the Wen family, but the prosperous times need people like Zhong Liqian. Without us, the troubled times will never turn into the prosperous times. Without them, the prosperous times will soon turn into the troubled times." Wen Ren'e said.

A month later, Marshal Wenren returned, and as Wen Renwu said, he was beaten again. This time, little Yin Hanjiang was no longer angry. He found that anyone here could beat Brother Awu twice. He beat him a little every three days and a big one every five days. Even his ten-year-old sister Wen Renyan could scratch her brother's hand with her teeth and claws after she was secretly drunk with the dowry wine.

Little Yin Hanjiang's face was full of scars. He wanted to wear a mask, but he found that many people in the border town had scars on their faces, and some had broken legs and hands, but no one looked at them differently.

Brother Wu told him that these were wounded soldiers, and there were also civilians who were injured by mistake. Everyone here smiled at life with scars, and no one felt sorry for themselves, because once they thought so, they were really pitiful.

So Yin Hanjiang also learned to face people without a mask. No one around him looked at him with strange eyes. Even the ten-year-old Wen Renyan liked his little brother very much and often secretly gave him vegetables that she didn't like.

Yin Hanjiang knew that these people were just the memories of the Lord, and the memories hidden deep in the Lord were so soft.

They lived happily for more than a year, and what was supposed to come would always come. What had happened could not be changed, and Wen Ren'e's memory also faithfully presented that scene.

After withdrawing the border troops, Wen Renwu ran back to the capital after recovering from his injuries and saw countless heads hanging on the top of the city.

He searched in the pile of corpses and cried loudly in the mass grave. Little Yin Hanjiang watched this scene quietly.

One by one, people who looked very similar, somewhat similar, not quite similar, or completely different from the Lord left just like that. Life is so fleeting.

At this moment, the two lonely people leaned together and lit a fire. People who died by beheading were not worthy of being buried. The young Wen Renwu did not have the ability to buy coffins for his clansmen, and he himself was a wanted criminal.

He lined up countless headless corpses and lit them one by one. Little Yin Hanjiang did not help, but just watched him.

"I remember that you seemed to like lighting fires." Wen Ren'e lit the last little body that was suspected to be Wen Renyan in his teens, turned around and asked Yin Hanjiang.

Yin Hanjiang was silent for a while, shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "I burn the guilty people, watching their bodies that had done many evil things light up the night sky. I think this is their only use, unlike now." The

people of the Wenren family did not do evil, and it was better for them to be alive.

"I don't like them being burned..." Little Yin Hanjiang covered his mouth and swallowed the sobs.

Wen Ren'e wiped away his silent tears and whispered, "I don't like it either."

Yin Hanjiang still remembered that when he first took over Xuanyuan Sect, Wen Ren'e ordered his subordinates not to harm ordinary people. Those who violated the order were killed by Wen Ren'e in an extremely cruel way.

He coldly suggested at that time: "Your Majesty, Xuanyuan Sect is a demonic sect. If you suppress it too much, it may rebound."

"If you dare to rebel, you will all die," Wen Ren'e said coldly, "What is the guilt of the people?"

At that time, Yin Hanjiang was ignorant and only knew to obey orders. At this moment, he understood what Wen Ren'e was willing to fall into the path of killing, in blood and death, to protect. Behind Wen Ren'e, what is the thing that supports his endless fighting spirit.

The people that Wen Ren'e protects have turned into his never-give-up fighting spirit, and the things he protects are also protecting him.

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Xiao Yin Hanjiang's career in the Marshal's Mansion-

Xiao Yin Hanjiang, quietly observe, observe, this one is like your Majesty, and that one is also like. I secretly learned the traditional carving techniques of the Wenren clan, carved many images of the Lord and his family, hid in my bed, and felt like I owned the world.