"This ......."

Mo Xiaolou looked at everything that happened to him, and was horrified, this strange piece of iron was still sucking his own blood just now, but now not only did he stop sucking blood, but his injuries were miraculously healed for the most part.

"It feels like this..."

The hot currents that beat in his veins constantly stimulated his mind. Mo Xiaolou was originally a child who grew up in a mountain village, with a calm and calm temperament, but this hot current made his heart manic, and he felt that the world began to become small, as if he should have stood on this land, unruly.

It seemed to be an extremely familiar feeling, as if it was a call from the blood.

After a few moments, the agitation disappeared, and the piece of iron calmed down. Mo Xiaolou hurriedly threw away the piece of iron, squatted on the ground, and gasped for breath. Looking at the strange piece of iron that had been thrown on the ground from afar, he didn't dare to touch it again. In this way, the exhaustion all over his body hit like a tide, Mo Xiaolou lay by the stream, gradually fell asleep, and fell asleep.

The next morning, he found that the injury on his left arm had improved much and he was able to move slowly. After eating a few wild fruits indiscriminately and replenishing some physical strength, Mo Xiaolou decided to leave as soon as possible.

He glanced in the direction of the piece of iron, and saw that the piece of iron was lying quietly on the ground as it had been at the beginning, without the slightest hint of life.

"This thing is so wicked, you must not touch it again. ”

At this time, Mo Xiaolou looked down at his left arm, which was obviously red, swollen and fractured yesterday, but in just one night, it had improved so much. I think it's all because of the strange piece of iron, and once that heat flow passes, the wound will heal.

He couldn't help but think of his mother, who was infected with dampness and cold on her legs due to long-term labor, and she couldn't cure it after seeing Langzhong all over the country, and she couldn't walk in pain every rainy day.

"Will this thing cure my mother's cold?"

If, because of his own timidity, he caused his mother to suffer from illness for the rest of his life, how should he gain a foothold in heaven and earth in the future? Aren't the sage books that I have read also written that all virtues and filial piety come first?

Mo Xiaolou was heartbroken, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and grabbed the piece of iron, the strange thing was that this thing was surprisingly quiet, there was no fluctuation, no matter how you looked at it, it was just a piece of scrap iron with patterns.

Mo Xiaolou didn't think much about it, put it in his arms, turned around and climbed along the rugged mountain road, and climbed out of the valley.

At this time, on a hillside not far from Mojia Village, dozens of soldiers from the Northern Qi Dynasty were lying in ambush in the dense forest. These soldiers were all wearing fine armor and iron armor, each of them was hiding and lurking like a cheetah, and dozens of people did not make any unnecessary sound, and at first glance they were the elite outposts in the Northern Qi army.

At this time, an officer at the head of the group whispered to everyone: "This time, our army of Northern Qi secretly bypassed Cuiping Mountain and attacked the Tianmen Pass of the Song Kingdom, as the outpost of the army, we must remove the obstacles along the way and ensure that no one knows the whereabouts of the army!"

After speaking, the officer looked at Mojia Village not far from the bottom of the mountain, and his eyes showed a ruthless look.

"It's not yet noon, some people have already gone to work in the fields, and we will wait until tonight to do it, and when the time comes, no one will be left behind, whether men, women, or children!"

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Although the journey was quite smooth, when Mo Xiaolou returned to the village, it was almost dusk. A large red glow hangs in the sky, there is already smoke coming out of the houses in the village, the villagers who have gone out to work have returned to their homes, and a group of children are chasing and playing in the sunset, and it seems that there will be a good weather tomorrow.

As soon as Mo Xiaolou stepped into the house, he was taught a lesson by his mother Zhang Xiulan. According to past experience, every time he gets into trouble, as long as he tells his mother that he is hungry, Zhang Xiulan will go to prepare food, and he can be freed.

"Do you know how worried my mother is?

Seeing Zhang Xiulan walking towards him with a broom, Mo Xiaolou hurriedly smiled and said, "Mother, the child hasn't eaten for a day and a night, you go and give the child a hot meal." ”

"You deserve it! Now the world is so chaotic, don't run around alone in the future! I'll clean you up after eating later!"

Zhang Xiulan glared at Mo Xiaolou fiercely, she has always had no way to take her son, since her husband passed away, she has been dependent on her son for her life, although Mo Xiaolou is naughty, but she is very sensible and filial.

After a while, there was a burst of aroma in the room, which was the oil cake baked by Zhang Xiulan herself, Mo Xiaolou's favorite. Seeing a plate of steaming oil cakes on the table, Mo Xiaolou hurriedly rushed up and gobbled it up.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!"

Zhang Xiulan poured a glass of water and put it in front of Mo Xiaolou.

"Mother, I may have found a home remedy that can cure your leg disease. Mo Xiaolou chewed the cake in his mouth and said vaguely.

"What home remedies can you have for a little child, my mother's cold legs are stubborn diseases, it is still useless to see so many Langzhong, you have to spend more time on studying in the future, and strive to make a name for yourself in the future, don't be like your father and mother, who have suffered for a lifetime. ”

"Mother, the child thinks it's good to be in Mojia Village for the rest of my life, and I am willing to guard my mother and support you for the rest of my life. ”

Zhang Xiulan patted Mo Xiaolou's head lightly and said with a smile: "Silly boy, the world outside the mountain is very big, you must go out for a walk and take a look at the world outside." ”

After dinner, Mo Xiaolou was called by Zhang Xiulan to read in the room, and after pretending to flip through the book for a while, Mo Xiaolou lay on the bed, took out the metal piece from his arms, and observed it carefully. Although this iron tablet has a miraculous healing effect, he plans to hide it from his mother before figuring out how to use it, so as not to have another accident last time.

Mo Xiaolou put the iron piece in his hand and checked it repeatedly, the silver-gray surface was engraved with complex and difficult inscriptions, and there was nothing special about it.

The moonlight was shining, the stars were circulating, and the entire Mojia Village had fallen asleep, and there were bursts of frog chirping from time to time in the fields in the distance. Under the moonlight, dozens of black shadows quietly and quickly sneaked into the mountain village, and a bloody killing had begun.

Finally, I don't know who shouted: "Oh no! The Northern Qi soldiers are coming, everyone run!"

All of a sudden, the shouts of killing, the screams, the desperate cries of women and girls were endless, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

Mo Xiaolou also woke up from his sleep, only to hear the constant shouting of killing outside, he hurriedly got up, but found that he had just fallen asleep with the iron piece, he casually put it in his arms and rushed out of the door. As soon as I came to the hospital, I found that Zhang Xiulan had also run out.

"Mother!"

"Xiaolou, the army of Northern Qi is here, you don't care about me, run first!" In a panic, Zhang Xiulan didn't forget to wrap up a few oil cakes and stuff them into Mo Xiaolou.

"I don't think any of you can escape!"

At this moment, the courtyard gate was kicked open, and then several soldiers armed with steel knives rushed in and surrounded Mo Xiaolou's mother and son.

After a while, the villagers of Mojia Village who were still alive were escorted to the entrance of the village and gathered under the big locust tree.

"But who is going to say if there is anyone who is hiding?"

The officer led by the Northern Qi soldiers said loudly to the villagers, his eyes shining with cold light, sweeping over the crowd, and some timid children immediately cried in fright.

"Phew, you brutes, even if you kill all the people of our Song Kingdom, you won't be able to kill our souls!" said an old man with his hands tied and his face covered in blood said angrily, this person was the third uncle in Mo Xiaolou's mouth.

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

The officer was furious, and slashed at the neck of the third uncle, blood splashed in an instant, and the third uncle's head rolled on the ground a few times, just stopping in front of Mo Xiaolou.

The blood in the abdominal cavity spurted out Lao Gao and was spraying on the trunk of the tree, and the third uncle never thought that the big locust tree, which told stories to the children on weekdays, would become his burial place.