When it comes to the rainy season, in the land of southern Fujian, the rain does not stop every day, and it rains for several days at once, making people damp and very uncomfortable.

Zhang Guangyuan's family did not have much dry firewood in storage, and today finally encountered a sunny day, Zhang Guangyuan and his daughter Zhang Xiaoyue went out of the house to the mountains to cut firewood.

The northern women are unable to do farm work due to foot binding, but Zhang Guangyuan They are located in southern Fujian, and it is a common thing for women to help the family work, so the daughters here are all Tianzu, and they rarely carry out entanglement, only the daughters of famous families will be entangled from a young age enough to cater to the strange customs that have been handed down from time to time.

The father and daughter each chopped a load of firewood, and when they were carrying it down the mountain, their daughter Zhang Xiaoyue suddenly exclaimed: "Daddy, what do you think it is?"

Zhang Guangyuan was stunned: "What?"

He looked in the direction of his daughter's finger, and saw a man lying in a stream in front of him, and beside him was a very tall red horse, which was biting the man's clothes and dragging him to the stream, as if he wanted to drag his master to the shore, so that he would not drown.

Zhang Guangyuan was taken aback: "War horse, dead man?"

He put down a load of dry firewood and said to Zhang Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, you wait here, don't go over first, Daddy will go see what's going on first!"

Zhang Xiaoyue whispered: "Daddy, is this person dead?"

Zhang Guangyuan said: "How do I know?

Zhang Xiaoyue stood on the side of the road and didn't dare to move forward, seeing Zhang Guangyuan walking quickly to the creek, grinning and dragging the person lying on the side of the stream aside, then flipping his body, reaching out to probe his nose, listening to his heartbeat, turning his head and shouting to Zhang Xiaoyue: "It's still alive!"

Zhang Xiaoyue had the courage to step forward and look curiously at the person lying on the ground.

This is an extremely large man, and even if he lies motionless on the ground, he can sense a majestic charm from him.

This man has a rectangular face, a lion nose and a wide mouth, and two long eyebrows flying obliquely into his temples, even if he is unconscious with his eyes closed at this time, you can imagine what a heroic figure he is.

Most of the southerners are short, Zhang Xiaoyue has never seen such a tall figure, after a few glances, her heart pounded: "Daddy, this person is so tall!"

Zhang Guangyuan had never seen such a majestic figure, and nodded and said, "It's really tall, it doesn't seem to be from us here." Hey, why hasn't his hair been shaved?"

At this time, he realized that the man who was unconscious on the ground had a different hairstyle and clothing from today's people, not the horses covering the streets with big braids, but the hair bun was pulled up high and fixed with a stone hairpin, but it was the same as the clothes of Qianming.

Zhang Guangyuan looked at it for a moment, his body trembled slightly nervously: "This can't be the third prince of Nanming Zhu, right?"

Nowadays, the anti-Qing and Ming restoration organizations are making a lot of trouble in the southern region, and many people have organized to fight against the imperial court, which has made the local officials anxious, and even the people in the small village of Zhang Guangyuan have heard of their name.

He looked left and right, and said to Zhang Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, come, let's hide him first, and after a while, Daddy will go to inform the senior monks of Shaolin Temple to see what they do." ”

The place where they are located is only two or three miles away from Southern Shaolin, and many monks in Southern Shaolin are people who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty in the past, and Zhang Guangyuan's Xiaozhang Village has heard a lot of such rumors because of its proximity to Putian Shaolin.

Now when I saw the appearance of the man in front of me, I immediately thought of some members of the anti-Qing organization, and the first thing I did was to ask Shaolin for help.

If this is encountered by ordinary villagers, they may choose to report to the official, but Zhang Guangyuan is a rare hunter in ten miles and eight townships, with a calm personality, and he admires some heroes who oppose the Qing Dynasty in private, so after seeing this comatose man, his first thought is to ask for help from Shaolin, instead of running to report to the official.

"Xiaoyue, you go home first, don't say anything about this, I'll go to Shaolin Temple now and tell Zen Master Suzheng and ask him to send someone to check. ”

Zhang Guangyuan's expression became serious, and he whispered to Zhang Xiaoyue: "Go home quickly!"

Zhang Xiaoyue stared at the man on the ground and said dumbfoundedly: "Daddy, let's all leave, what if the wild wolf bites him?"

Zhang Guangyuan said: "Nonsense, how can there be wolves in broad daylight?"

Zhang Xiaoyue said: "Then what if the poisonous snake bites him? Zhu Yeqing, the five-step snake, and the little green dragon are all very powerful, if they bite him, he won't be able to live!"

Zhang Guangyuan was amused and angry: "How can it be so clever? What are you doing with so much? Go home quickly! Let's go!"

Zhang Xiaoyue turned around three times and reluctantly walked home carrying firewood, but somehow, she couldn't let go of this comatose tall man in her mind.

When she got home, she put a load of dry firewood in the house, sat in the courtyard with a fan, and after a while, she bit her lip, took out a woodcutter from the house, and walked back to the mountain.

By the stream just now, the big red horse was still standing there, its head arching back and forth on the body of the man on the ground, and the arched man's body kept shaking, but he just didn't wake up.

Zhang Xiaoyue walked to the side of the red horse, timidly stretched out her little hand, and carefully touched the red horse's mane: "Horse, is this your master? Why did he fall into the stream? Did he fall off of you? Why did he fall unconscious? Was he beaten by someone?"

The red horse snorted and exhaled, his head shaking, not knowing whether he was answering her or not understanding her at all.

Zhang Xiaoyue didn't care, she stroked the red horsemane a few times, squatted down and looked at the man lying on the ground, the more she looked, the more she felt that she looked different from the man in her village: "Oh, why is there a blood mark on your eyebrows? Was it stabbed? It must be very painful!"

After she saw a bloody mark on the man's eyebrows, she felt compassion in her heart, reached out and touched the man's eyebrows gently, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and patted her palm on her small chest: "It turned out to be a birthmark, I thought it was a wound!"

Although the unconscious man couldn't communicate with her, Zhang Xiaoyue spoke to herself, but she didn't feel anything wrong.

The sound of footsteps came not far away, Zhang Guangyuan led two gray-clothed monks over, and after seeing Zhang Xiaoyue, he shouted softly: "Xiaoyue, why are you back again? Go home quickly, it's none of your business!"

When he said this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the man lying on the ground: "Master, this is the person I just talked about, do you know each other?"

A slender middle-aged monk strode up to Zhang Xiaoyue's side, looked down at the man on the ground, his face showed doubt, and his hands were folded: "Amitabha, which friend is this?"

He bent down and tried the man's snort on the ground, and found that he was still breathing, but his body was heavy, and it was difficult to help him up, and the monk felt a little strange: "I can easily resist more than 200 catties of rice, why is this person so heavy? It is very difficult to even hold it up!"

Another monk said, "Senior brother, look at his back!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk looked at the man's back and found that a sword hilt was sticking out of his right shoulder, and it seemed that he should be carrying a long sword behind his back.

The two worked together to flip the man over, and the middle-aged monk untied the long sword on the man's back, and when he wanted to lift the long sword, his body stumbled and almost fell to the ground, the long sword came out of his hand and smashed on the ground, making a dull sound, and even the ground was shaking slightly.

The middle-aged monk exclaimed, "What kind of sword is this, why is it so heavy?"