Dadu, Terracotta Division, Dungeon.

At night, the hustle and bustle of the capital city during the day fell silent, although this was the largest city of the Great Yuan Dynasty, the people here could not resist the surprisingly cold northwest wind in the cold winter wax moon, most of them hurriedly packed everything early, lying on the warm kang and chatting, it was much more comfortable than sitting outside in the cold.

The dungeon of the Terracotta Division is not as strong as it was a few years ago, the surrounding earthen walls have collapsed, rubble is scattered, and directly east of the dungeon, there is a decent wooden house, in which a few guards live in it.

Fifteen years ago, Wen Tianxiang, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, was imprisoned here.

Wen Xingsoul took Mo Bing'er and Mo Xiang'er and quietly infiltrated the gate of the Terracotta Division, and had already asked Ma Yifeng to investigate the route during the day, so the three of them found the location of the dungeon very smoothly.

Looking at the foul-smelling and dilapidated adobe house in front of him, Wen Xingsoul couldn't imagine that his grandfather had been imprisoned here, looking at the dilapidated dungeon, he seemed to be able to see his grandfather sitting in it, shackled and handcuffed, missing the unreachable southern homeland!

"Grandfather!"

Wen Xingsoul's tears couldn't help but pour down.

"Your blood will not be shed in vain, one day, I will avenge you!"

The officers and soldiers on guard gathered around a fire when they suddenly heard movement outside.

"Who?"

One of the officers and soldiers drew his sword, and the other officers and soldiers were immediately alerted and rushed out of the wooden house.

"Who are you, you dare to break into the prison of the Soldiers and Horses at night!"

Wen Xing's soul was completely immersed in grief, thinking about his grandfather, who swore to fight the Yuan court to the death for the Great Song Dynasty, and finally ended up dying in a foreign country.

"Boss, boss!"

Mo Bing'er screamed softly, but Wen Xing's soul did not answer, his soul seemed to be withdrawn from his body, and he involuntarily walked towards the dungeon.

"Don't make too much noise, otherwise it will attract more officers and soldiers. ”

Mo Xiang'er responded to Mo Bing'er's look, the sisters were left and right, Mo Xiang'er took the lead in twisting the neck of a soldier who rushed over, and the unlucky guy had already fallen to the ground and died before he could make any sound.

Mo Bing'er was much simpler, she just knocked out all the soldiers who rushed towards her.

said that it was too late, and the more than ten people who rushed out of the wooden house, none of them had a chance to send a signal for help, and they all lost their combat effectiveness, and those who met Mo Bing'er could be said to be extremely lucky, they just fainted, because the few who rushed towards Mo Xiang'er had all become dead.

Wen Xingsoul walked to the door of the dungeon, raised his hand and waved, and the locked cell door opened in response.

Pushing open the door, a fishy smell came to the face, although it was a cold winter wax moon, it seemed to be mixed with thousands of smells, making people unable to breathe.

Wen Xingsoul frowned, put his hand to his mouth and waved, but it still had no effect, so he simply didn't care about it, and stepped in one step.

The two jailers who heard the movement inside looked back, and they were immediately shocked, and hurriedly went to get the saber at hand, but where did they have a chance to make a move, Wen Xing's ghost flashed, and the two jailers flew out on both sides, smashing across the earthen walls on their respective sides.

The people who were locked up in the prison climbed up one after another, where had they ever seen such a thing happen, they all looked at Wen Xing's soul like a monster.

"Do any of you know Wen Tianxiang, the former prime minister of the Song Dynasty, where he was imprisoned during his lifetime?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, puzzled.

"As soon as anyone tells me, I'll let you all out. ”

Finally, an old and tired voice came from the crowd.

"Although Mr. Wenshan is a prisoner of the same rank as us, he is the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty after all, and the emperor Kublai Khan at that time locked him alone in the innermost room, hoping that one day he will be willing to abandon the Great Song Dynasty and serve the court of the Yuan Dynasty. ”

In the innermost, Wen Xing Soul walked over quickly, but it was already at the end of a moment, and he looked at the earthen house where no one was, presumably this was it.

The door was locked, but it was like rotten wood to Wen Xingsoul, and as soon as Wen Xingsoul raised his hand slightly, the prison door was shattered.

Raising his feet and walking in, he sat on the floor bunk against the earthen wall, saying that it was the ground bunk, but it was only a little weed on the ground, compared with the other cells around it, it was much more comfortable, and next to the weeds was a small wooden shelf, on which was placed a brush, an inkstone, and a few yellowed pieces of writing paper.

After solving the people outside, Mo Bing'er also walked in, originally Mo Xiang'er was also going to come in, but Mo Bing'er asked her to keep watch at the door, although Mo Xiang'er was reluctant, but when she walked to the door and smelled the stench coming from inside, she immediately agreed.

Mo Bing'er walked up to the boss and stood still, without saying a word.

Wen Xingsoul frowned, and walked into the haystack again, this is where his grandfather slept back then, for the sake of the decaying Great Song Dynasty, his grandfather refused Kublai Khan's coercion and temptation here, and finally left this world with his loyalty to the Great Song Dynasty.

"You are so stupid, for the sake of your Great Song, you lost your life in vain. ”

After a long time, Mo Xiang'er finally waited impatiently at the door, he didn't know why the boss could stay in such a harsh environment for so long, she covered her nose and stumbled in.

"Hey, Boss, why are you sleeping here, how dirty the ground is, hurry up. ”

Mo Xiang'er saw Wen Xing's soul sleeping in the dirty grass, and leaned down to pull it, but Mo Bing'er hurriedly stopped her.

"Bing'er, what are you doing here?"

"Sister, don't speak, let him be quiet for a while. ”

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. It is said that it is Haoran, and it is full of gloom.

The royal road is clear, containing and Tuming Court. When the poor festival is seen, one by one. In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen.

In Qin Zhang Liangshi, in the Han Su Wu Festival. For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood. For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue.

Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods weep strongly. Or to cross the river, generously swallow the hu.

Or for the fight of the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken. It is majestic and majestic. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient.

The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected. The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root. It is not effective to give Yang Jiu, and it is really ineffective.

Chu prisoners were crowned, and the car was sent to the poor north. The woks are as sweet as gluttony, and they can't get it. The hell house is full of ghost fires, and the spring courtyard is closed and dark.

Cow Ji has the same soap, and chickens perch on phoenix food. Once covered with fog and dew, it was divided into barren ditches. In this way, no matter how cold and hot it is, it is easy to find its own.

Sorry and depressed, for my peace and happiness. How can he be skillful, yin and yang cannot be thieves. Looking at this, look up at the clouds.

I am sad, and the sky is very strong. The philosopher's day is far away, and the punishment is in the past. The wind eaves show books and read, and the ancient road shines in color.

Just now I told Wen Xing Soul that Wen Tianxiang was the old man who was locked in this cell, and he actually chanted a poem.

When the old man finished chanting this poem, Wen Xing suddenly sat up.

"Old man, this is my grandfather's poem?"

"It turns out that Mr. Wenshan is your grandfather, yes, this poem was written by Mr. Wenshan in this prison. ”

Wen Xingsoul suddenly became a little excited.

"Old man, since you know my grandfather's poems, then you must also know my grandfather, can you tell me some stories about him? ”

The old man frowned.

"As far as I know, Mr. Wenshan has two sons, the eldest son died in the early years, and he was not married, and the second son was also lost in the perennial war, so later his brother Wenbi passed his son Wensheng to Mr. Wenshan, you are not Wensheng's heir!"

"No, my father is the one who disappeared in the war, and I still don't know whether my father lived or died, and I don't know why he disappeared, but I was rescued by a high man on the day my father disappeared, and I have survived to this day. ”

The old man let out a long sigh.

"I see, it's really gratifying, Mr. Wenshan's descendants are still there, the sky has eyes, the sky has eyes. ”

"Bing'er, quickly invite this old man out. ”

Mo Bing'er opened the door of the cell, although there were many prisoners inside, no one competed with the old man, but sent the old man out of it first.

"Boss, this is really terrible, if you want to talk about things, why don't you go outside!"

Mo Xiang'er realized that she was about to suffocate, and hurriedly proposed.

"It's good!"

Wen Xingsoul walked out of the cell, personally supported the old man who was about to die, and walked towards the outside of the cell.

Out of the dungeon, outside the dungeon stood neatly a row of big men dressed in black, who were Annan's eighteen horsemen.

"God, we have cleaned up all the officers and soldiers in this Terracotta Division, and the master of Ma Yifeng and the helmsman is leading people to guard the gate of the Terracotta Division. ”

Wen Xingsoul nodded with satisfaction, and it wasn't until the moment before he set off that he told Ma Yifeng about the looting of the soldiers and horses tonight, first, he was worried that Ma Yifeng and Zhang Qi had an unusual relationship, and he knew in advance that something might happen, and second, he wanted to temporarily test the ability of Dadu to divide the rudder, but now it seems that he did not disappoint him.

"Okay, you take your people now and send all these prisoners out to me, and those who live in Dadu will be sent to their homes one by one, and those who are not in Dadu will be resettled first. ”

"Subordinates obey!"

"This?"

The old man was taken aback by the battle in front of him, and he was even more puzzled by the man in black calling Wen Xingsoul a god.

"Old man, let's go there and talk, there is a fire there, it's not so cold. ”

Wen Xingsoul didn't plan to explain his current identity to this old man, because it was difficult to explain so many things to him for a while, and the most important thing was that he didn't understand it.

The old man had no choice but to nod, and continued to walk towards the wooden house with the support of Wen Xingsoul and Mo Bing'er.

"It seems that you are much more powerful than your grandfather!"

As he walked, the old man looked at the young man in front of him, and it was hard to imagine that such a young boy had so many subordinates, and he easily eliminated the soldiers and horses who imprisoned war criminals in the Great Yuan Court.

"Thank you Wen Shaoxia for saving your life. ”

Suddenly, the prisoners who had been released from the dungeon all threw themselves on Wen Xing's soul and knelt on the ground.

Wen Xingsoul was a little dazed, and hurriedly asked everyone to hurry up, at this time, a middle-aged man in his early forties spoke.

"We are all Song people, are Prime Minister Wen's soldiers, Wupoling was captured with Mr. Wenshan, many people died, we people, are surviving, have been thinking that one day can return to the Song Dynasty, but more than ten years have passed, Mr. Wenshan was also killed by a traitor fifteen years ago, today can be rescued by Wen Shaoxia, we are willing to continue to follow Wen Shaoxia, continue to follow the Wen family, ask Wen Shaoxia to take in. ”

"What did you say? Didn't my grandfather die of his own free will? Why do you say he was killed by a traitor?"

At this time, another middle-aged man also raised his head from the crowd.

"That's right, when we arrived in Dadu, we all thought that there was only one death, and Prime Minister Wen was willing to die because of this, but we resisted the Yuan soldiers in Guangdong, but we were killed by traitors, so we were caught off guard by Zhang Hongfan's army, resulting in Prime Minister Wen being captured together with us. ”

"Who's that man?"

"That guy is!"

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, a sharp arrow passed through his chest, and the middle-aged man immediately fell to the ground and vomited blood to death!