"Xuan'er!"

"Brother Wen!"

Wen Xianzhong, Tie Niu and others also hurriedly ran over.

"Xuan'er, where is the injury?" Wen Xianzhong had already wiped away his tears and anxiously groped all over Wen Xuan's body, thinking that he had been injured in the fight just now.

Wen Xuan wiped the fine sweat on his head, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said softly: "I'm fine, it's just out of strength." ”

Wen Xianzhong patted his head and blamed himself: "You have been lying in bed for so long, and it is naturally easy to be weak as soon as you wake up. ”

"I'll carry you back to rest!" Tie Niu squeezed into the crowd around Wen Xuan and said, although he was not lightly injured, his voice was still as deafening as Kui Niu.

"You'd better bandage the wound on your arm first, I'm really fine." Wen Xuan glanced at him gratefully, and then stood up again with Wen Xianzhong and Mu Chong's arms, this feeling of being concerned made him indescribably happy, and subconsciously grinned at the corners of his mouth.

Mu Chong's expression was a little complicated, and he bowed his head and was silent in the face of Wen Xianzhong's father and son.

Wen Xianzhong relieved himself after seeing that his son was fine, turned his head to look at Mu Chong, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly: "Don't blame yourself, you have done your best." ”

Mu Chong nodded, but still didn't speak, and quietly stood behind Wen Xianzhong after handing Xu Nong over to the other villagers to help him go.

"There are many suspicions that the thief suddenly broke into the mountain gate this time, and the person who took the lead is also extremely cunning, if it weren't for Xuan'er's timely action, I'm afraid my old life would have been explained here." Wen Xianzhong looked at Wen Xuan as he spoke, with a look of relief on his face, "Xuan'er, aren't you still on the mountain?" ”

"yes, when did you wake up?"

"Brother Wen, when did your martial arts become so good?"

The villagers immediately asked, but Mu Chong buried his head deeper.

"This ......" Wen Xuan scratched his head, didn't think about how to explain it for a while, and looked at Wen Xianzhong in a sneering manner: "Dad, the most important thing now is to dispose of these corpses, right?" As he spoke, he pointed to the corpses of several soldiers and villagers who had just died during the fight.

Wen Xianzhong stroked his gray beard, "um", and before he could give the order on how to deal with the aftermath, there was another eager shout from the entrance of the village.

"Uncle Wen, Master Xuan is gone!"

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see that it was a few people sent by Mu Chong to look for Wen Xuan on the mountain, Tie Niu immediately greeted him, directed their eyes to Wen Xuan, and laughed: "Look at your nervous appearance, isn't Xuan Gongzi standing here in a good manner?" ”

As soon as the anxious few people saw Wen Xuan, a smile immediately appeared on their tense faces, and they ran over quickly.

"Brother Xuan, you're fine!"

"You're finally awake!"

Although Wen Xuan couldn't remember a few people, he could feel their genuine care, and the corners of his mouth continued to smile.

"I'll talk about that later, but there's more important things to do right now." Wen Xianzhong interrupted several enthusiastic young villagers.

After hearing this, everyone immediately turned their eyes to the corpse on the ground and fell silent.

Wen Xianzhong looked at the villagers who fell to the ground and fell asleep, his eyes flashed with indescribable sadness, and then he was immediately covered by infinite and deep hatred, his teeth gritted and "gurgled", and he clenched his fists and said word by word: "The country hates family feuds, and I swear to repay these Hulu one by one!" ”

The golden crow in the sky spread its wings and moved, plucking the air into waves of annoying heat. The blood sprinkled on the dirt and grass gradually dried up, leaving only an unusual fishy smell that perpetuated everyone's hearts.

Wen Xuan stared at his old father's slightly trembling body, thinking that these people who were no longer half angry might have been his childhood friends, and suddenly knew some of the hatred that the Wen family should have for the Yuan people, and this was the first time he felt that the smell of blood was still a little bitter.

The first person to break the silence was Mu Chong, compared to the others, his bright eyes were a little less sad, and he said softly: "Let's not mention how those thieves learned about our location, let's just say that they will not give up if they suffer a loss at our hands this time, and it is estimated that it will not be long before they make a comeback." ”

Wen Xianzhong tilted his head and let go of his fingers clenched into fists after listening, and melted the endless hatred hidden in his eyes and heart into a long sigh.

"You have to come up with an idea about this matter, and we all listen to you!" Iron Bull's voice was as high-pitched as ever.

As soon as he spoke, the others echoed him.

Wen Xianzhong glanced at the crowd and said in a low voice: "It seems that this small Fushe Village can't wait." ”

"Can't wait? You want us to escape? Behind us...... But it's the mountain of shipwrecks! One of the villagers exclaimed.

Tie Niu immediately glared, "You know a lot!" Can't you listen to what Wen Lao said? ”

The villagers were frightened by the iron bull, and shrunk their heads and stopped talking.

"No problem." Wen Xianzhong waved his hand, signaling Tie Niu not to lose his temper, and then patiently explained: "I said that I can't stay anymore, it doesn't mean that I am afraid of those thieves and want to escape, it's just that it's not time to clash with them head-on. ”

"This is natural, how can anyone up and down the mountain dare to question your old age." Tie Niu smiled and said, "Then what do you mean...... Should we steer clear of it for now? Tie Niu looks rough, but his mind is delicate, and after listening to Wen Xianzhong, he knew what he meant.

"Yes, and this group of people should be not small, otherwise how could some ordinary arrogant and lascivious Yuan soldiers have such good skills?"

Hearing this, Mu Chong behind Wen Xianzhong remembered Fang Cai's own mistake, and his handsome face was slightly hot.

"We all listen to you." Tie Niu agreed, and then glanced at the villagers behind him with slanted eyes, and everyone immediately agreed.

"Since you're leaving, it's better to burn it on fire." Wen Xuan yawned and muttered quietly, but this inaudible sentence was like a small pebble thrown into the undisturbed sea, and immediately stirred up a thousand waves in the crowd.

"What?"

"Set fire to the village?"

"This is our home!"

For a while, except for Mu Chong and Tie Niu, who didn't make a sound, the other strong men in the village were all frightened, and they all stared nervously at Wen Xianzhong and waited for him to decide the fate of the village.

Wen Xuan was calm in the face of these doubts, coughed lightly to stop the restlessness of the crowd and explained: "It is also an abandoned village, if we leave these houses, when the Yuan soldiers go and return, they will definitely wait for the rabbit, waiting for us to obediently return to the net." ”

Wen Xuan observed the expressions of the villagers as he spoke, stretched his eyebrows and said: "But if a fire is burned clean, it will be different, no matter how cunning the Yuan soldiers are, will they still send people to guard a stall of ruins?" When the wind passes, if you miss this place, you can cut down wood and build houses to rebuild the village! Therefore, not only should it be burned, but it should also be burned quickly, and it should be burned bigger, so that those fleeing soldiers can see this sky-high fire! ”