The next morning, as soon as the sky showed a touch of fish belly white, Xiao Ran came to Mo Linyuan's door and shouted: Brother Mo, are you up?

As soon as Xiao Ran's words fell, he heard a lazy voice coming into his ears.

Oh! It's not dawn yet, what's your name? I'm sleeping!" Mo Linyuan replied impatiently.

Xiao Ran said again: Brother Mo, you can't afford me to go with Qingxuan, we don't hunt, let's go to the back mountain to see the scenery!

Mo Linyuan was originally dazed, but suddenly his eyes widened, he bounced up from the bed and muttered: Damn! That's my daughter-in-law, you still want to see the scenery with my daughter-in-law!

Qingxuan is also Erya, whose big name is Yang Qingxuan, which is the name given by Mo Linyuan's father, because his father is the only learned person in the village, and whoever has a child is born will find him a good name. Therefore, most of the younger generation in the village are named by Old Man Mo, including Xiao Ran, that is, the son of Uncle Yan, Xiao Ran.

Mo Linyuan walked out of the door and saw Xiao Ran and Erya sitting on a stone bench in his yard. Today, Erya wore a floral dress, and her hair was tied with a ponytail with straw rope, dressed like a little girl next door.

Seeing that Erya's chest was slightly bulging, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the little sister next door is just growing! What do you want? Mo Linyuan straightened up in his heart and asked Xiao Ran:

What are you telling me to do in the morning?

Xiao Ran immediately got up and replied: Qing Xuan said that he would go to the back mountain to dig up some medicinal herbs, and go to the town to catch up with the market in a few days to sell them.

After speaking, Xiao Ran lifted the back basket and sickle at his feet and pulled Mo Linyuan out of the door, Yang Qingxuan followed behind, looking at Mo Linyuan and remembering last night's incident, and a little shy.

It was already three poles in the sun, the sun was rising very high, and Mo Linyuan and a few people sat under a big tree to enjoy the shade.

Xiao Ran gasped and complained, "Fuck! Those bastards in Shicun always come to the mountains behind our Shashu Village to dig herbs, and we only dig up so many plants early in the morning.

Just as Xiao Ran complained, a group of people rode horses and galloped towards Shashu Village in the dusty direction.

Drive!

Sigh~

A man with a red scarf on his head and a big scimitar in his hand pointed to a village in front of him and said, "Second master, look! There is a village in front, let's go get some money and food!"

This man, who was called the second master, was burly, with a beard on his face, and a mountain-opening axe on his shoulder, laughed and said: Hahaha! Okay! Recently, there has been a shortage of money and food in the village, and the disciples of the major sects have been doing chivalrous acts everywhere recently, so that our major cottages have not done a single vote for a long time.

Brothers, let's go, him, kidnap a little lady and go back to warm the bed. After speaking, the second master took the lead in riding his horse and rushed towards Shashu Village. The horses behind cheered and followed, holding their weapons

Oh, oh, oh!

Take a little lady captive!

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In Shashu Village, the villagers had just returned from the fields to prepare for lunch when they heard a rumbling sound.

The second master rode on horseback, and a group of horses of different shapes were behind him.

With a wave of his hand, the second master slashed the mountain axe on his shoulder through the air in an arc, and plunged it heavily into the ground, stirring up a burst of dirt. He opened his voice and shouted:

Black Wind Village, the second leader Wang Hu is here, where is the village chief?

After a while, the men of the whole village gathered at the entrance of the village with hoes and sickles.

Old man Mo walked out, arched his hand and said: The old man is the village chief of this Shashu Village, what does this master command?

The second boss said indifferently: Take out all your money and grain, pigs and cattle, and call out all the women, and the master will surround your life!

Hearing this, the villagers became in an uproar, and some villagers said angrily: These animals eat people and don't spit out bones, and they are going to force us to death!

Someone chimed in: Yes, fight!

Old Man Mo turned to the villagers and shouted: Everyone calm down, calm down.

One of the villagers stood up with an iron pickaxe in his hand and said angrily, "Village chief!

Old man Mo motioned to the villager to retreat with his eyes, then turned to the second master and said: This master is all some mountain and wild villagers, who don't understand the rules, if they offend .....

Before the old man Mo finished speaking, a one-eyed man beside the second master reached out and touched his waist,

With a bang, an afterimage swept past Old Man Mo and rushed towards the villager who stood up before.

The villager suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, as if a rope was tied to it, and he suddenly lost his breath.

The one-eyed man was holding a long whip, and the other end of the whip was strangled around the villager's neck, and the one-eyed man waved his hand holding the whip.

With a click, the villager's body suddenly spun down in the air, and he fell to the ground and died.

The one-eyed man put away his whip and said lightly: I don't know whether to live or die!

Ah~ brother, I've fought with you animals,

The mountain suddenly rushed out in a frenzy, and rushed towards the one-eyed man with his hoe, but before he could run in front of the one-eyed man, he was whipped back.

Old man Mo hurriedly ran to help Dashan up, and saw a hideous scar on Dashan's chest.

At this time, the villagers raised their weapons and rushed up to the mountain bandits.

The second master looked at the villagers who rushed over and smiled disdainfully: "I'm really not afraid of death! Brothers! Kill me, kill all the men, and take the women away."

When Old Man Mo saw this scene, he shouted angrily: "Confused!

Seeing a flash of the knife, Old Man Mo took the lead in falling in a pool of blood.

The mountain bandits and the villagers shouted to kill, and the villagers fell one after another. How could the villagers with hoes and sickles be able to resist a group of mountain bandits who killed people without blinking, and most of them had already been killed in a short time.

The mountain bandits rushed into the village, killing people when they saw them, robbing women of money and food, and not sparing children of a few years old. After the looting, a fire burned down the village.