That night, Dongzhang declined Aunt Zhang's invitation to enter the house to rest, but jumped on the roof pillow and stared at the stars in the sky and fell asleep quietly.

The next day, Aunt Zhang and her husband got up early, Aunt Zhang first walked out of the door and looked around for a while, did not see Dongzhang's figure and was lost for a while, followed by the old man Ma who walked out of the door and said:

"You said that Xiaodong's kid won't have said goodbye without saying goodbye, what a good child, he sent us so much firewood and fish, we don't have to worry about these for a long time."

Seeing that the old man was just silent and didn't speak, Aunt Zhang snorted dissatisfiedly: "Don't think I don't know that those firewood were cut by Xiaodong himself, what did you fall on him, it's okay to deceive the children, I don't know how many bowls of rice you can eat by yourself?" ”

At this time, the taciturn old man finally spoke: "Don't worry about him..."

After a pause, he said, "He's a man with great skills...."

Glancing at the old man, Aunt Zhang said angrily: "I still don't know that Xiaodong is a capable child, but he is still so young, and the village has not been peaceful recently, so I'm afraid..."

"Our village is all dead, and he will be fine."

"You!!"

"Do you talk like that, forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you, I have to deal with those fish, lest they all spoil."

After speaking, he hurried to the house, the old man looked at the back of Aunt Zhang leaving with joy and brisk steps, and didn't say anything, in fact, what Aunt Zhang didn't know was that what the old man said was actually true, and there was no criticism or sarcasm of Dongzhang in it, from the first day he saw Dongzhang, the old man knew that Dongzhang was not an ordinary teenager, and then the picture of fishing confirmed his inner thoughts.

At this time, Dongzhang did not go far, but came to the dense forest near the village early, jumped onto a big tree, and concentrated his energy to cultivate the last volume of the Jiuyang True Sutra.

Even if you walk in the world, cultivating internal skills is a lesson that Dongzhang can't do every day, just like when he was at home, it's just less time to hone his moves.

The time quietly came to the noon, Dongzhang took a deep breath, got up, stood on the top of the tree and looked at the village in the distance, his brows furrowed slightly, his ears fluttered, and a small noise could be faintly heard.

Dongzhang didn't say a word, flew down to the ground, and galloped towards Niujia Village.

On the other hand, Niujia Village, not long ago ushered in a team of uninvited guests, the Mongolian team.

Everywhere they passed was restless, every family was scavenged clean, although they did not kill anyone, but they also injured and disabled many people in the village, and when they came to Aunt Zhang's house, they naturally had to search for it, the old couple had suffered for a lifetime, and naturally there were not many yellow and white things at home, and the Mongolian soldiers who were dissatisfied with their hearts naturally smashed a lot of things at home, and naturally saw more than 20 fish that were pickled by Aunt Zhang.

Repeatedly asked about money, it is conceivable that he did not ask anything, and the anger naturally sprinkled on the pickled twenty or so fish, only to see a Mongolian soldier with a full beard raised a large tank of pickled fish, and smashed it out of the door with a bang, and after that, there were many Mongolian soldiers trampling on the pickled fish with muddy boots, and the beard was full of wine and scolded with a cruel smile:

"Two old immortals, how can they get so many fish without money? Say! Where is the money!? Otherwise, Lao Tzu will light a fire to your house. ”

"Ouch, evil, we really don't have any money, so spare us."

This was Aunt Zhang's voice, and the old man still looked at the pickled fish on the ground without saying a word, and then did something unexpected, only to see the old man rush to the fish that were trampled by the Mongolian soldiers at will, and picked up the muddy fish one by one.

"Huh?"

"Hahahahaha, this dead old man is still thinking about his fish?"

Several Mongolian soldiers kicked away the fish in the old man's hand, and trampled the fish on the ground to pieces, and kept scolding: "I'll let you pick it up!" Pick it up!! I'll let you pick it up!! ”

The fish on the ground were stepped on one by one until they were rotten, but the old man still bent down silently and picked up the blurred fish one by one, for fear that the old man would anger the Mongolian soldiers, Aunt Zhang couldn't help crying anxiously: "Don't pick it up, don't pick up the old horse, let's not pick it up, okay, you are obedient, we don't want it." ”

The Mongolian soldiers, who were stimulated by the old man's behavior, also walked towards the old man with a cruel smile at this moment, and kicked over the old man who was squatting on the ground, and made up for a few kicks from time to time, at this time a delicate body lay on the old man's body, and cried loudly:

"You are not allowed to beat my old horse, if you want to beat me, woo woo woo, we don't want it..."

Seeing the old wife lying on top of him, the old horse under Aunt Zhang's eyes instantly turned red, and the power that gushed out of nowhere, he pulled Aunt Zhang under him and used his weak body to stop the wolf-like trampling without saying a word.

"Woo woo, let us go, we won't pick it up, please let us go, don't fight! Don't hit my old man! Please, lords. ”

"Hahahahaha, these two old immortals are really angry to look at."

The beard glanced at the messy compound, and said in his heart: "It's really boring, it seems that there is really no money, anyway, I have searched enough today, let's go, brothers, let's drink wine and eat meat!" ”

After speaking, he kicked the old man's front door, kicking the person to death, and then the group of people left in a daze.

Aunt Zhang hugged the old man with white eyes and cried sadly: "Old horse, old horse, don't scare me, old horse, don't want it, don't want it, woo woo, don't scare me..."

Aunt Zhang used her thin body to tremble and pick up the dying old horse, and walked home step by step.

At this moment, the Mongolian soldiers have been gone for a long time, Dongzhang galloped on the field path with a cold face, and when he came to Lao Ma's house, he saw that the ground was full of messes, and the pickled fish were all trampled to pieces, mixed with a lot of dirt, broken water tanks, and broken brooms indicating that this place had just experienced a catastrophe.

Dongzhang came to the door of the house silently, and saw the old man Ma lying on the couch dying, Aunt Zhang was muddy and kept calling him, Dongzhang walked to the old man's couch without saying a word, probed his pulse, and his originally quite delicate face was instantly covered with earthworm-like green tendons.

"Xiaodong, Xiaodong, how is Lao Ma? Auntie knows that you are a capable child, save the old horse, save him, how can you live without his aunt! ”

Facing Aunt Zhang's eyes of hope for help, Dongzhang couldn't bear to look over it and didn't say anything.

Although she didn't say anything, she seemed to have said everything, Aunt Zhang understood, and couldn't help but hold Lao Ma's wrinkled hand sadly and said mournfully:

"God, please don't take him away, it's useless for you to take such a person away..."