During the reign of Emperor Shun of the Yuan Dynasty, it was the eighteenth year of Zheng.

At this time, the Great Yuan Empire has accumulated shortcomings for a long time, full of devastation, and the Iron Cavalry Dynasty, which once crisscrossed the four seas, has been in the twilight, and the vigorous peasant uprising is about to come.

Today's Wen Xuan clearly knows that he has come to an era of chaos and heroes, but if he comes, he will be safe, even if he is in a historical dynasty with frequent disputes, in this life, I must hold my fate in my own hands, and no longer allow others to trample on it!

After Wen Xuan sat up, he subconsciously wanted to clench his fists, but every finger seemed to be boneless, and his thin legs were stuck to the bed like lead, and it was difficult to lift up.

"This body is really weak...... "Sighing dissatisfiedly, he turned his neck with difficulty and let out a series of "cluck" sounds.

After laboriously moving his legs to the edge of the bed, he saw a pair of black leather boots neatly placed at his feet, Wen Xuan was not surprised by this, the slight difference in living habits was not worrying at all with his excellent adaptability, he arched his body and simply sorted out the net socks on his feet, and then lifted the black leather boots and stepped on them.

Although I experienced some memory fragments in my groggy sleep, most of them were just warm memories of getting along with my parents, and I didn't know where I was now, how the Wen family made a living, etc.

Whatever!

Now that he has decided to integrate into this world, instead of continuing to lie in bed and pretend to be a patient, it is better to take the initiative to go out and see what the world is like, after all, relatives and family are the things he yearns for the most!

Worried about whether he would be able to adapt to this body, the first thing Wen Xuan did after getting up was to stretch the muscles of his whole body, and he was a little surprised after the activity, because this body was not as thin as he imagined, except for being very thin.

It seems that I can really live one more life intact, and this time I must taste the ups and downs of the world! Wen Xuan stared at his palm, which had been soaked in sweat, with a somewhat complicated expression, and quickly made up his mind.

As for these past events, let's just think of it as a dream!

From now on, I am Wen Xuan.

He grinned excitedly, then quickly stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The dazzling sunlight outside the house was instantly sprinkled in with the "squeak" sound made by pushing the door open, Wen Xuan instinctively raised his arm to cover his eyes, and only after a few breaths did he adapt to the light outside.

Over here...... Is it in the mountains?

The scenery in front of Wen Xuan made Wen Xuan a little surprised, the house he was in was originally built on a mountain peak, and about ten steps forward was a cliff, on the edge of the cliff, there were lush mountains and winding streams, and a group of birds circled between the valley and the blue sky, and there was a cheerful cry one after another.

Wen Xuan walked around the house for a long time and confirmed that there was only this wooden house nearby, judging from the dilapidated degree of the house, it should usually be unattended, most of it was a quiet residence carefully selected by "father" Wen Xianzhong for himself to recuperate.

Such an environment is indeed an excellent place for people recuperating from the sick, which is enough to make people let go of the irritability in their hearts and become peaceful, Wen Xuan took a deep breath of the fresh air in the mountains, and his body, which was originally slightly tense, gradually relaxed, and he was suddenly in a good mood, ready to go down the slope to the bottom of the mountain.

Hey, someone's coming!

Out of physical and professional instinct, after hearing a sound of squirming footsteps, Wen Xuan quickly hid behind a big tree and hidden, and after a while, he saw his father who had gone and returned.

Wen Xianzhong was dressed in spotless white clothes, and his pace seemed to be slow, but the cloud-like soap boots were very powerful when he stepped on the ground, and his hands were casually behind his back, making him look more and more rickety.

Wen Xuan looked at the flesh and blood relatives who were close at hand, and sighed in his heart, and before he could think about what to say when he saw his father, there was a rush of footsteps on the mountain road.

A man wearing a black hat was sweating profusely, and after catching up with Wen Xianzhong, he immediately said breathlessly: "Mr. Wen, the big thing is not good, the Yuan soldiers are here, and Madame ordered me to come and look for you to go back." ”

Wen Xianzhong's eyebrows immediately twisted to one place, and he quickly turned his head and asked, "What did you say!" Yuan soldiers have entered the village? ”

The villager who reported the news swallowed his saliva, and stumbled again in a hurry, "Don't ...... Don't worry, it's ...... It's the brother who guards the mountain pass to report the letter, and it hasn't arrived in the village yet! ”

Wen Xianzhong nodded solemnly, no longer asked, turned around and followed the villagers straight to the bottom of the mountain, although the old man was more than half a hundred years old, his body was still strong, and he walked like a fly.

"Look, is this against Yuan Bing? Hey, you are worthy of being the descendants of the Wen family! Wen Xuan, who was hiding behind the tree, muttered with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then followed quickly behind the two.

The three of them arrived at the foot of the mountain in a short time, Wen Xianzhong and the two turned left and right in the mountains and forests with a light car, and soon saw a comfortable and quiet village, and the stone tablet at the entrance of the village was engraved with the name of the village: Xiaofushe Village.

"What a secluded paradise!" Wen Xuan's eyes lit up, and he praised it in his heart.

As if to save land, the houses of the various families in the village are located in an orderly manner and close to each other, but a large open space is left in the center of the village, and an octagonal stone platform is piled with stones on the north side of the clearing.

In front of the stone platform lay two scarred young men in white, judging from the red and bloodstained clothes on their bodies, they must have just experienced some fierce fighting, and several villagers were busy bandaging their wounds.

The rest of the village's residents, men, women, and children, gathered in the open space to talk and be restless.

"Uncle Wen is back!" A sharp-eyed child immediately screamed when he saw Wen Xianzhong, who was hurrying over.

When the crowd heard this, they immediately stopped the noise and looked at this side, while Wen Xuan found a house not far from the stone platform and hid his figure.

Wen Xianzhong's face was solemn, and he walked quickly through the crowd towards the stone platform, and a man and a woman came up one after another beside the stone platform.

The woman is older, about forty years old, plump, her hair is meticulously combed, although she is dressed plainly, she looks very clean, and there is still a trace of grace between her gestures.

The man was seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a blue-black robe, lean but heroic, more than a head taller than the Zhou family who walked in front, his facial features were delicate and soft but not yin, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of kindness, but Wen Xuan couldn't remember his name.

"What's going on?" Wen Xianzhong stopped and asked with a gloomy face.

"Chong'er, come on." Zhou nodded at the young man behind him and motioned for him to tell Wen Xianzhong about the situation.