Wushuang and Feng Chen sat around the fire of a dilapidated house and roasted the fire, Wushuang raised his tired eyes and asked Feng Chen: "I don't know what Gongzi plans to do next?" Feng Chen patted the dust on the cloak, picked up the branches on the ground and threw them into the fire, fiddled with them and said, "Find my junior brother first, I'm worried that he will be alone." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wushuang comforted: "That's nature, Compassion is so smart, and the kung fu is not bad, don't worry." At this time, an old woman walked into the main hall from the side room and said: "Two heroes, let's settle here today, and I'll take the futon for you." Wushuang hurriedly got up to help the old woman, and the old woman smiled kindly: "The girl is married, right?" Wushuang lowered his head shyly and glanced at the dust seal next to the stove. The old woman seemed to see Wushuang's thoughts, pointed to Feng Chen, and said, "The young man looks good, how good it would be to settle down and live early." Although Wuying Town is small, it is still very profitable to do some fur business in Mongolia in the east. In my early years, my wife and I relied on transporting furs, but unfortunately my wife didn't have that blessed life. As she spoke, tears glistened in the old woman's eyes.

Wushuang didn't know how to comfort the old man, so he had to help spread the futon with a handle first, and jokingly said to Feng Chen: "You sleep on the ground." The old man laughed out loud on the side: "You two don't agree to elope out at home, right?" Feng Chen's face was flushed, and he couldn't hold back half a sentence for a long time in embarrassment, although he had experienced a lot with the Wushuang girl, but he never had half of the children's love in his heart. Wushuang saw that Feng Chen was a little distracted, so he said about it: "Old man, I don't know which way to go out from Wuying Village to Horqin?" The old man's eyes flashed with hope: "Girl, go out from the east gate of the town, and it will take half a month to go if you are fast." The grassland is no better than the desert, and although the climate is pleasant, it is not very safe over there now, so it is better to take some guys on the road. Wushuang smiled and patted Feng Chen beside him and said with a smile: "With such a strong young man to protect me, you can rest assured!" The old man turned around and walked back to the side room, muttering: "It's not safe anywhere, it's not safe." ”

Early the next morning, the old man made rice porridge early and put it on the stone table in the courtyard. Seeing that the two young men had not yet gotten up, the old man knocked lightly on the door, and when he saw that there was no response in the door, he pushed open a crack in the door and looked inside, only to see that on the small bed made of wooden tables in the main hall, the peerless girl was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt. Feng Chen was lying alone at the foot of the bed, wearing a cloak, leaning against the wooden bed and still asleep. The old man was not bothered, so he had to carry the vegetable basket up the mountain.

Suddenly, I heard a group of people in the courtyard shouting outside: "Take them all away for me!" Feng Chen woke up suddenly, and pulled Wushuang to hide under the wooden table. Before Wushuang could open his eyes, he was covered by Feng Chen. Feng Chen saw the wooden door slammed open from the corner of the quilt that was pulled down from the table. A few big men in pointy crooked boots came in, and one of them said, "Big brother, this village is too poor." A man by the door said, "Search me well, maybe it's right here." "I just heard that the house was turned upside down by these uninvited guests, and the earthen house was already extremely simple. Now this group of people made the ground with fragments of broken crockpots and dust. I only heard that this group of big men instantly quieted down, and the old woman quarreled with others in the courtyard. The old man cried and shouted: "Don't fall, you can take everything away!" Feng Chen saw these people through the gap under the table, turned around and went out into the courtyard, and a leader-like person pushed away the subordinates who stopped the old man and said: "I heard that your old man ran our Khalkha to transport furs in his early years, and saved a monk a year ago?" The wife was stunned for a moment and shook her head desperately. The man wearing a mink hat and holding a big knife put the knife on the old man's neck: "Old woman, it seems that you want to go down to accompany your old man." The old man shuddered: "A few months ago, someone came to ask me about this, and if you want my old woman's life, you can't ask anything, I will tell you everything I know!" The brothers under the fierce and evil leader raised their eyebrows one by one: "You say it again!" The old woman knelt on the ground and pleaded: "The old man died early, and you also bullied me." A year ago, my old man did save a monk, but the monk was not holding any scrolls in his hand at that time. The leader's brother still didn't give up, but the leader pushed them away and helped the old woman up: "May the immortal heaven bless you, we were reckless just now." Brothers, go!"

After the group left, the old man cried and picked up the pieces on the ground. Wushuang broke free from the dust seal to cover her mouth and lifted the table open. As soon as he stood up, he waved his hand and hit Feng Chen's chest heavily: "Are you just watching the old woman being bullied and standing by?" Feng Chen just shook his head and didn't say much, but the old man took Wushuang's hand and said: "At present, some of the Mongolian tribes have surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, and some have curry favor with Dajin. The son did not make a move, and the old body had no complaints, and the world was getting worse and the sun was looking forward to protecting his life. Wushuang glared at Feng Chen. Feng Chen said slowly: "Does the old man know which tribe those Mongol Tatars are?" The old man sighed and said, "I don't know, but there have been many Mongolians coming here recently, and they all blame me for the old man who died early." As she spoke, the old woman picked up the broken crockpot on the ground and walked into the house, calling Wushuang and Feng Chen to follow her.

When they arrived at the house, the old woman closed the door, walked to the table, and beckoned Wushuang and Feng Chen to sit beside her. The old man sighed at first, then pointed to a yellowed piece of paper pasted on the window and said, "This is a painting painted by my old man when he rescued the monk, but there is no scroll! These Mongolians have come to me many times, and the house has been turned over." If it weren't for the old man's grave on this back hill, I would have moved away a long time ago. Wushuang looked at the old man sadly, but Feng Chen slowly approached the window that the old man pointed to just now, and carefully looked at the patterns on it. But for a long time, he couldn't see any clues, Wushuang got up and walked over, and suddenly shouted: "How can there be Sanskrit on this? No wonder this group of Mongolian Tatars can't read it." Feng Chen looked at Wushuang strangely, and the old man also came over: "At first, I thought that there were some charms painted on it, and I pasted it on the window paper when it was broken. Feng Chen asked Wushuang: "Do you know what is written on this?" Wushuang shook his head incomprehensibly: "I also saw this from the ancient book that my mother used to refine Gu, but I don't know it." Oh, no, it's the High Priest. ”

Feng Chen carefully took off the layer of window paper and looked at it in the sun for a long time. The old man said, "If you like it, take it, it's useless for me to keep this charm." Wushuang walked to the old man's side and stuffed all the silver taels on his body into the old man's hands. Suddenly, the sound of a group of horses' hooves was heard outside the house, and when Feng Chen pushed the door open, he saw the Mongolian Tatars coming in a roundabout way, and the leader wearing a mink hat said, "Hand over the paper talisman in your hand, and I will spare you." ”