Yang Xuan first saw an old man with a face full of wrinkles after being pulled up with the other rotten fish and shrimps.
Beside the old man was a young man with dark skin.
"Hmm? Uncle He, look, this fish is so beautiful. "The young man looked at Yang Xuan curiously and praised.
However, Yang Xuan felt that the young man's eyes were flashing with the words' braised 'or' stewed '.
Uncle He looked at Yang Xuan and said, "This is a koi fish. Legend has it that seeing a koi fish can bring good luck. Find a bucket and put it in. Bring it back and keep it. "
The young man nodded and found a big bucket. He filled it with water and threw Yang Xuan in.
Splash!
The water splashed on the young man's face.
"Do you believe that I won't eat you right now?" The young man glared at Yang Xuan and said fiercely. He felt that Yang Xuan did it on purpose.
Yang Xuan swung his tail angrily. In fact, Yang Xuan did it on purpose. As a koi fish, dignity was very important.
The fishing boat moved closer to land.
On the way, Yang Xuan learned that the young man was called Zhou Tie. He was Uncle He's nephew and had followed Uncle He to make a living at sea.
After a few days, they returned to a small fishing village.
Zhou Tie carried Yang Xuan's bucket down. The first thing that Yang Xuan saw was shocking poverty.
There were a few rows of dilapidated thatched huts and wooden frames that looked like they would collapse with a gust of wind.
Women in ragged clothes, children, and fishermen like Uncle He and Zhou Tie formed the whole picture of this small fishing village by the sea.
"Uncle He, you're back." The villagers greeted Uncle He, but they were weak.
This meant that they had not eaten a full meal for a long time.
Yang Xuan thought of the large number of fish on the boat and felt that it was strange.
Not to mention anything else, just the fish that Uncle He caught was enough for everyone to eat a few meals.
However, he soon understood what was going on.
Seven or eight strong men surrounded them from a distance. They didn't care about Uncle He and Zhou Tie at all. They just jumped onto the fishing boat and ordered the people to throw all the fish on the deck into a big cart. Only a few small fish were left.
At first, Yang Xuan thought that they would pay, but it seemed that they had no intention of doing so. After loading the fish, they left.
Zhou Tie's eyes were burning with anger. He slammed the wooden bucket on the ground, spilling half of the bucket's water, which almost knocked out Yang Xuan.
"These vampires deserve to be struck by lightning," Zhou Tie cursed.
"Stop talking. Have you forgotten how your second uncle died?" Uncle He scolded from the side.
Zhou Tie didn't say anything, but his eyes flashed with hatred.
Yang Xuan understood and sighed at the same time.
No matter which world it was, the law of the jungle was an eternal truth.
The weak had to be beaten. This was the truth.
After cleaning up the remaining small fish and prawns, Zhou Tie brought Yang Xuan in.
If he had to describe the furnishings in this room, he was afraid that it could only be described as four bare walls.
It was really four bare walls. Other than the walls, there was a rotten bed made of wood and a big pot, there was really nothing else.
Yang Xuan found it hard to imagine how they managed to survive.
In addition to these, Yang Xuan also saw a woman. Although she wasn't very beautiful, and her clothes were still shabby, her facial features were still good.
However, she was still yellow and emaciated.
From their conversation, he learned that she was Zhou Tie's wife.
They used the remaining fish to make a pot of fish soup. After the three of them ate, it seemed that there wasn't much fish that they caught this time. It might only be enough to eat again tomorrow.
"Uncle He, we worked so hard to go out to sea, but they reaped without sowing. Why?" After eating, Zhou Tie said hatefully.
The woman was cleaning up. In fact, there wasn't much to clean up. It was just washing a few broken bowls.
Uncle He sighed and said, "What can we do? They have guns in their hands. Our lives are worthless. What can we do?"
Zhou Tie sighed and didn't say anything else.
How could he not know the reason for this? He only asked this because he was angry.
After that, Uncle He went to the next room to rest. The three of them didn't speak for the whole night.
When the sun rose the next day, there was a commotion in the village.
"Come out, all of you, come out." A loud voice shouted.
At this time, Yang Xuan was dragged out of the room by Zhou Tie.
Not long after, more than twenty people in the village were gathered on the beach not far from Yang Xuan.
It was the same few burly men from yesterday. After they scanned the crowd, they pulled Zhou Tie's wife out.
"What are you doing?"
Zhou Tie asked in shock. However, he didn't have the hatred from last night. Instead, he became submissive and bent his body.
A burly man kicked Zhou Tie to the ground and said fiercely, "A foreign master wants to hire a comfort woman. Your wife is not bad. Go to the city and be a comfort woman."
Zhou Tie got up from the ground. His eyes were wide open and his voice was much louder. "This … this won't do."
The burly man kicked him again. Zhou Tie didn't dare to resist and fell to the ground again.
"Motherf * cker. You're lucky that I took a liking to your wife. Here's ten yuan. Take it and get lost."
A ten yuan steel coin was thrown in front of Zhou Tie. Zhou Tie's expression became very interesting.
No one dared to make a sound. They all turned their heads.
After a while, Uncle He said in a low voice, "Little Tie, take it!"
Zhou Tie didn't move. He just looked at his wife in a daze.
Zhou Tie's wife was still very calm. She also looked at Zhou Tie.
After a while, Zhou Tie stammered, "Are … are you willing to go?"
A hint of mockery appeared in Zhou Tie's wife's eyes. She turned her head and said indifferently, "I'm willing."
Zhou Tie was silent. After a while, he asked again, "Why?"
"Because I want to live!" Zhou Tie's wife said without turning her head.
When Zhou Tie heard that, a bitter smile appeared on his face. It was followed by numbness.
He knelt on the ground and slowly picked up the ten yuan on the ground. He clenched it tightly in his palm.
"I'm sorry. I … I … I want to live too!" He lowered his head and muttered.
Live!
It was a very simple and heavy word.
Who didn't want to live in this bustling world?
Yang Xuan retracted the ultrasound that he was about to send out. He was surprised to see a strange aura emanating from Zhou Tie, Zhou Tie's wife, Old He, and the numb villagers.
It seemed to be Dao Intent!
At that moment, Yang Xuan thought of Xiang Donglai's question again.
What was Dao?
What was Dao? Yang Xuan kept repeating those words.
What was Dao?
At that moment, he keenly felt that Xiang Donglai's question seemed to have gone beyond the martial path itself. He wasn't asking about the path of martial arts or the path to Dao, but …
Yang Xuan couldn't say it. He didn't understand. In front of him was an extremely thick cloud of fog.
Zhou Tie's wife was taken away. Zhou Tie put away the ten yuan and continued his life of fishing. In the village, it was as if nothing had happened. Everything seemed so peaceful.
The only thing that changed was Yang Xuan.
One night, he jumped out of the bucket and jumped back into the sea.
He wondered if the counting octopus was dead.
When the seawater enveloped him, he thought of that question.
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