Next is the story of Lin Xuan becoming a Wen Buddha student, traveling through ancient times, but unfortunately the memory at that time was brushed up, and it was a little different.

In the second year of Jingyan in the Great Song Dynasty, from the fourteenth year of the Great Yuan Calendar to the Yuan Dynasty, Jiangnan West Road Xingguo Mansion.

The autumn wind swirled and rolled down a few yellow leaves from the treetops of the courtyard, and the old servant Wen Zhong quietly swept the messy fallen leaves aside. When I looked up, I saw a young man sitting in front of the window in the middle of the room in front of me. The young man's sword eyebrows are beautiful, and a pair of calendar eyes are straight ahead, and his gaze is condensed.

"Erlang has been sitting like this for most of the hour." A sour feeling rose in the old servant's heart, and a serious illness made the astute and studious boy seem to have forgotten his books.

This illness started three days ago, when he was still a good person during the day, and suddenly had a fever at night, and everyone in the Wen Mansion was scared stupid at that time.

For this reason, Mrs. Ouyang also blamed herself because she was unwilling to let him follow the prime minister to join the rebel army.

Fortunately, this illness came and went quickly, and just yesterday the condition suddenly improved, and the person woke up.

If it was just like this, everyone would be happy, but when he woke up, he didn't know the next one in the Wenfu. I also asked what year, month, and place it is.

The frightened lady wanted to go to the prime minister for help, but she was closed, the prime minister was busy with military affairs, and the lady didn't even see her face, that is, the lady was reasonable and didn't say anything about the bitterness in her heart.

Although he is a domestic servant, he still wants to say that what the prime minister did was not right, no matter how busy he was, he could not even care about his family.

The old servant Wen Zhong sighed, swept away the last few fallen leaves, and went to the inner room silently.

The yard was not quiet for too long, Wen Zhong had just left, and a few little girls, like birds that had been released, poured into the yard at once, and the yard was full of liveliness.

"Second brother, can you come and play with us?" Feng Niang shouted at the wooden boy with a milky voice. shouted a sentence but the boy ignored it and muttered. "The second brother has become a wooden man."

Ding Niang boldly ran to within three steps of the young man, and said angrily: "Second brother is stupid." ”

Liu Niang was older and more sensible, glanced at the young man, and took all the younger sisters away. "Let's go outside to play, the second brother is just sick, don't make a noise to him."

In a moment the courtyard was quiet again, and the autumn wind continued to blow, curling the hair of the young man's sideburns. The delicate face wrinkled slightly.

"It's confirmed, it's not a dream, it's really crossed." The young man is called Wen Fosheng, and he has a name in his past and present lives.

It took a whole day and a night to be truly sure that what was in front of me was not a dream.

Speaking of crossing, it made Wen Fosheng cry and laugh, he just took a vacation, served as a soldier for eleven years, and took his first vacation.

It was this time of vacation, running to Tiananmen Square, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the capital's air, and the next second he crossed...

In his previous life, he was a special forces soldier who changed the color of extremist forces - fighting to defeat Buddha, and in this life, he was the son of Wen Tianxiang, a soul who was about to be captured by the Yuan army and died under the butcher's knife of the Yuan army.

Wen Tianxiang is the ancient man whom Wen Fosheng has always admired the most, and it was this man who was called "defeated" by the Great Yuan Dynasty who told Wen Fosheng that a person's backbone can be so upright. So everything about Wen Tianxiang, he has carefully understood it from beginning to end.

Of course, it is precisely because he knows that his mood has not been able to calm down.

The four seasons in ancient times are not difficult to distinguish, looking at the growth state of the surrounding plants, it can be determined that it is the middle of autumn at this time, but the middle of autumn is the day when Wen Tianxiang retreated from Xingguo Mansion and his family fell into the hands of the enemy.

Maybe it's today, or maybe it's tomorrow, Li Heng's Tanma Red Army will attack. It is true that Wen Fosheng is a special soldier, but the current body is a young scholar who has just recovered from a serious illness and has no power to restrain the chicken. Even if he has 10,000 fighting methods, when the real Li Heng's army attacks, he can't make any moves except for cutting his neck and seeing the hero's family fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Find a way to go to the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion to inform Wen Tianxiang to prepare?" But the key is that he can't even enter the door of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, don't think that it is easy to wear the halo of Wen Tianxiang's son, but it will not work with his father Wen Tianxiang.

Of course, even if he entered the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, how could he tell him that Li Heng was about to attack? Okay, take a step back, the other party believes it, but there is no fight, why retreat? If you don't fight hard to break the bloodstream, that man won't be called Wen Tianxiang.

Wen Fosheng was depressed to find that he had the aura of the son of the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty. Except for letting the Yuan army set fire to himself, it was useless at all.

"Thief God, let me come a month earlier, okay?" Not to mention coming a month early, even if you come a week early, you can more or less think of a way, even if you can't retreat from the enemy, it is somewhat possible to protect your family from being taken away by the Yuan army.

But now that my body is panting when I run two steps, it's enough to even save myself, where can I protect such a family? He is not afraid of death, and those who have been soldiers are not afraid of death. After death, history continues, and after a hundred years, Han'er will take off the hat of a slave again, and China will always be China.

But he is unwilling, a family with the backbone of a nation should not be so miserable. "The eldest son died violently in Guangdong, and the second son, who is now himself, was tortured to death on the way to Dadu. Four little sisters, two died tragically, and two became slaves given by Kublai Khan to the princes of the Golden Family, but even in the face of all this, this stubborn man, with a straight backbone, wrote a "Song of Righteousness" and went to death brazenly. "Heroes shouldn't end up like this.

"What should I do?" A Wen Buddha student, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, suddenly became worried, and if this expression was seen by his former comrades-in-arms, most of them would drop their jaws in shock.

"Erlang, Tianliang wears a gown" I don't know when, Mrs. Ouyang has already entered the house, and a coat has been nearly draped on Wen Fosheng's body.

The gown is not gorgeous, there are many patches on it, as early as a few years ago, Wen Tianxiang had already sold his family property as anti-Yuan military funds. Even this house is a gift from others.

Wen Fosheng put away his thoughts, looked back at this beautiful woman who did not apply powder, and did not say a word.

"Silly boy, look at what your mother does." Or seeing the worry in Wen Fusheng's eyes, Mrs. Ouyang smiled faintly. "No matter what, my mother will accompany you."

With his mother's words, Wen Fosheng's heart was sour, and he had no parents in later generations. In this life, his parents may soon be separated by yin and yang. The worry didn't last long, Wen Fosheng's eyes suddenly became firm, his eyes were bright, I was the enemy's 'fighting to defeat the Buddha', "Mother, no matter what happens, the Buddha will definitely restore your safety." ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Ouyang's eyes were moved, "Well, my mother believes in you, your father and eldest brother are both big heroes, and my Erlang will also be big heroes in the future." ”

After speaking, he hugged Wen Fosheng in his arms and gently patted his hands on his back. My heart was full of sweetness, "My Erlang has become stupid, what does it matter." ”

"Mother, you are eccentric, I haven't hugged my mother for a long time." I don't know when, there was a little girl in front of the window, staring at Wen Fosheng angrily, and a little finger gently scraped around on her face. "The second brother is so ashamed, such a big person still needs to be hugged by his mother."

"Huanniang, why did you run back here? Is it causing trouble out there again? "Mrs. Ouyang knows that several little girls have different temperaments, among which Huanniang is the skiniest, and she will never run back until she eats. Today, he was the first to run back, and he must have done something bad outside. Take a look at the latest chapter of "The Strongest Porter in the Worlds" and read it for free for the first time.