The carriage drove out of Dingtian City at a rapid pace, raising a puff of dust outside the city, and speeding all the way.

When the horses were tired, they stopped by the side of the road to rest for a while, and several people also took the opportunity to get out of the car and release the water, waiting for the horses to eat some forage, and then hurried on the road without stopping for a moment.

These days, except for giving the horses rest time every day, the rest are on the road.

Zhang San slept during the day to nourish his spirits, and at night, Zhang San swapped with the tired coachman, the coachman went into the car to sleep, Zhang San hurried overnight, and when it was dawn, he changed again.

Finally, on the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhang Yuanshan and they finally came to the foot of Pingyang Mountain, the coachman parked the carriage here, and waited for them for a few days, after all, Zhang Yuanshan and their cottage, not next to the official road, there is only a small road, only enough for one person to pass, the mountain road is rugged, it's okay to ride a horse, pull the car, you don't want to go up.

The key is that Zhang Yuanshan and Zhang San don't know how to ride a horse, there is only one horse in the cottage, which belongs to the teacher, and they usually don't let them touch it, let alone ride it.

A few years ago, Zhang Yuanshan secretly pulled the horse out when the master and his father went into the mountains to hunt, ready to try the taste of horseback riding, but the result was beyond his expectations, the fall was not light, not to mention, when the master came back, he had to be beaten by the master with a bamboo stick, not only that, but he also had to be scolded by him, and scolded Zhang Yuanshan for a week before the master gave up. From then on, Zhang Yuanshan saw that his master's precious horses were hiding far away.

The road of Pingyang Mountain, the two are very familiar, chatting all the way, and then walked to the cottage.

Before he walked a few steps, Zhang Yuanshan noticed that something was wrong, and there were a lot of footprints on this short road.

"Young master, how can there be so many footprints?"

Zhang Yuanshan was also puzzled and thought about it.

"Could it be, could it be that the cottage has made a fortune, and the whole cottage people have gone down the mountain to the town to buy things and come back for the holidays, yes, it should be like this."

Zhang Yuanshan thought for a moment and said with certainty.

"Won't there be a lot of good food?"

Zhang San said with a smile.

Zhang Yuanshan also turned his head, the two looked at each other and smiled, suddenly quickened their pace and ran.

"Let's go up the mountain and eat something delicious."

Zhang San shouted happily.

"San'er, don't look at me wearing this dress now, when I go back in a few days, I will buy a set for you and Zicheng, and a few taels of silver."

"Thank you, young master, for wearing new clothes and eating delicious food!"

The two of them happily ran up the hill.

The location of the cottage is halfway up the mountain, and their mountain can be described as a natural dwelling, which is halfway up the mountain, naturally forming a slightly flat land, and there is a small lake next to it, and the village is located by the lake.

There are several two- or three-meter-high guard towers on the periphery of the village, and there is an acre of land next to the village, in which there are several rows of wooden stakes, which is a place to practice martial arts.

Zhang Yuanshan's home, in the middle of the village, is relatively large, because a large room outside is the cottage Juyi Hall, not only to discuss affairs, but also to celebrate the New Year, the villagers will have dinner here.

They are located at the junction of the two states, mountain bandits are rampant, and the villagers have to set up a cottage to defend against the invasion of other bandits, and over time, this kind of situation where the bandits and the villagers rely on each other has been formed.

The two came to the outskirts of the village, but the usually lively cottage was surprisingly quiet.

"Why can't anyone see it?"

Zhang Yuanshan sighed.

Zhang San shook his head.

"I don't know."

When they came up, the footprints they saw were obviously left by the mountain, and if everyone came down the mountain, then the footprints on the mountain would be covered.

"Something is wrong, hurry up and go inside."

Zhang Yuanshan's heart was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't say it, anyway, it made him a little flustered, and this bad intuition made his scalp a little numb.

The two of them ran all the way to the village.

Isn't it time in the cottage to work? Shouldn't the bandits all cut those stakes in the martial arts training ground? How could there be no one?

Soon, they ran to the edge of the village, and before the two of them entered the village, they smelled a strong smell of blood, which was different from poultry and livestock, and this smell was like a heart for Zhang Yuanshan, exactly the same as when he was in Hejiabao.

Both of them were horrified.

"It can't be broken by other stockades, right?"

Zhang Yuanshan's heart beat faster, and his hairs stood on the back as he said this.

The two strode into the village, and saw the last thing they wanted to see, the corpses that seemed to be dead for several days.

Zhang San was stupid and ran madly towards his house.

Zhang Yuanshan suddenly felt weak, and his legs collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were blank, looking at these corpses vacantly, these faces, how familiar, before going down the mountain, everyone was outside the village to see him off, that picture, brushed in his mind.

"Why?"

Zhang Yuanshan said lightly.

Unlike in Hejiabao, when he was in Hejiabao, he saw countless corpses, with endless fear and fear of the evil sect.

And now, there is not only fear in his heart, but also extreme sadness.

More than half of the people in Zhangjia Village are not surnamed Zhang, although everyone is not all relatives, but the atmosphere in the village is very good, everyone is like his family, taking care of him since childhood, although many of them are because his father is the owner of the village, but the villagers also like this father and son from the bottom of their hearts.

Although everyone often scolds Zhang Yuanshan for not paying attention, when there is a famine, as long as they have a steamed bun, they will break half of it and give it to him.

Their family has been guarding this place for decades and is deeply loved by the villagers.

These people are not relatives more than relatives.

Zhang Yuanshan clutched his chest, his heart was in great pain, but his eyes were very calm, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

He stood up with difficulty, his legs were still weak, but he still took one step at a time and slowly walked towards the center of the village.

"Dad, second uncle, master, you must live, live ......"

Zhang Yuanshan muttered, taking difficult steps.

Although he was about to lose hope in his heart, he didn't believe that his father was dead until he saw their corpses.

After walking for a while, Zhang Yuanshan fell to the ground, and as soon as he was halfway up, Zhang San ran back, tears and snot flying on his face.

"Brother Shan, my father, and my brother, they are all dead, woo woo woo, Brother Shan, why, who killed them, I want revenge."

Zhang San wailed and cried next to him.

It was the first time Zhang Yuanshan had seen Zhang San like this, this big black man, several years older than him, had taken great care of him since he was a child, followed him behind his ass, only he was the first to look forward, a young master, he was always very optimistic, he was beaten by his father, and he never cried.

Zhang San's father, Zhang Dashi, is Zhang Dahai's right-hand man, so Zhang Dashi has taught Zhang San since he was a child, to call Zhang Yuanshan the young master, whatever the young master says, although this is the case, Zhang San also really likes this young master in his heart.

"San'er, help me up."

Zhang Yuanshan's legs were weak and a little weak, Zhang San wiped a handful of tears, and new tears flowed again, he helped Zhang Yuanshan up, and the two walked towards the justice hall.