Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

"this……."

Mo Xiaolou was shocked when he looked at what happened to him. The strange iron piece was still sucking his own blood just now, but now he not only stopped sucking blood, but also his injuries were miraculously healed most of his injuries.

“This feels…”

The heat currents that were beating in the blood kept stimulating his mind. Mo Xiaolou was originally a child who grew up in a mountain village. He was calm and steady in nature, but this heat current made him feel that the world began to become small, as if he should have stood on this land, unruly.

This seems to be a very familiar feeling, as if it is a call from the bloodline.

After a while, the restless feeling disappeared, and the iron piece calmed down, and nothing happened. Mo Xiaolou quickly threw the iron piece away, squatted on the ground, gasping for breath. He looked at the strange iron piece thrown on the ground from afar, and he didn't dare to touch it anymore. In this way, fatigue came over his body like a tide. Mo Xiaolou lay beside the stream, gradually fell asleep and fell asleep.

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

He looked in the direction of the iron sheet and saw that the iron sheet was lying quietly on the ground, without any anger.

"This thing is too evil, but you must not touch it again."

At this time, Mo Xiaolou looked down at his left arm. He was obviously red, swollen and fractured yesterday, but in just one night, he improved so much. I think this is all because of the strange iron sheet. Once the heat flow passes, the injury will improve.

He couldn't help but think of his mother. His legs were wet and cold due to long-term work. He could not cure them even after seeing all the doctors in the villages. Every time it rains, it hurts so much that he can't walk.

"Then will this thing cure my mother's wet and cold?"

If my timidity makes my mother suffer from illness and suffering for the rest of her life, how can she gain a foothold in the world in the future? Didn’t the sage books I have read also say that filial piety is the first priority?

Mo Xiaolou felt aggrieved, gritted his teeth, walked forward, and grabbed the iron piece. Strangely, this thing was surprisingly quiet and had no fluctuations. No matter how you look at it, it was just a piece of scrap iron with patterns.

Mo Xiaolou no longer thought about it, put it in his arms, turned around and climbed out of the valley along the rugged mountain road.

At this time, on a hillside not far from Mojia Village, dozens of soldiers from Northern Qi were lying in the dense forest. These soldiers were all wearing fine helmets and iron armor, and each of them was hiding like cheetahs. Dozens did not make any unnecessary sounds. At first glance, they were elite whistles from the Northern Qi army.

At this time, an officer in the lead whispered to everyone: "This time, our army in Northern Qi secretly bypassed Cuiping Mountain and attacked Tianmen Pass in Song State. As the outpost of the army, we must clear obstacles along the way and ensure that no one knows the whereabouts of the army!"

After saying that, the officer looked at Mojia Village not far from the mountain, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"It's not yet noon, and some people have gone to work in the field. We will wait until we can do it tonight, and no one will be left regardless of gender, age or young!"

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Although the journey was quite smooth, when Mo Xiaolou returned to the village, it was almost dusk. Large areas of red glow were hanging in the sky, and houses in the village were already smoke coming out of cooking fires. Villagers who went out to work returned home one after another. A group of children were chasing and fighting in the sunset. It seemed that there would 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 caused trouble, he would tell his mother that he was hungry, Zhang Xiulan would prepare food and he would be relieved.

"Do you know how worried your mother is? You still dare to run around the mountain!"

Seeing Zhang Xiulan walking towards him with a broom, Mo Xiaolou hurriedly smiled and said, "Mom, I haven't eaten for a day and a night. You go and have a hot meal for me."

"I deserve it! The world is so chaotic now. Don't run around alone in the future! I'll deal with you after dinner!"

Zhang Xiulan glared at Mo Xiaolou fiercely. She had been helpless in her son. Since her husband passed away, she had depended on her son for life. Although Mo Xiaolou was naughty, she was particularly sensible and filial.

A moment later, a burst of fragrance came from the room. It was the oil cake baked by Zhang Xiulan himself, Mo Xiaolou's favorite. Seeing a plate of steaming oil cakes on the table, Mo Xiaolou rushed up and swallowed them voraciously.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!"

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

"Mom, I may have found a folk remedy that can cure your leg disease." Mo Xiaolou said vaguely, chewing the cake in his mouth.

"What folk remedies can you do as a child? My mother's cold legs are a chronic disease. It's useless after seeing so many doctors. You should spend more time studying in the future and strive for a good fortune in the future. Don't suffer like your parents for the rest of your life."

"Mom, I think it's great to be in this Mojia Village for the rest of my life. I am willing to guard my mother for the rest of my life and provide you with my old age."

Zhang Xiulan gently patted Mo Xiaolou on the head and smiled: "Silly boy, the world outside the mountain is very big. If you have the chance, you must go out for a walk and take a look at the world outside."

After dinner, Mo Xiaolou was called to the room by Zhang Xiulan to read. After pretending to read for a while, Mo Xiaolou lay on the bed, took out the metal piece from his arms, and observed it carefully. Although this iron piece had a miraculous effect, he planned to hide it from his mother before figuring out how to use it, so as not to have the last accident again.

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 bright and the stars were flowing. The entire Mojia Village had fallen asleep. Frogs of frogs came from time to time from time to time in the distance. Under the moonlight, dozens of black shadows sneaked into the mountain village quietly, and a bloody killing had begun.

Finally, someone shouted: "Not good! The Northern Qi soldiers are here, everyone run away!"

For a moment, there were shouts of killing, roars, and the cry of despair of women, girls and children was endless, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Mo Xiaolou also woke up from his sleep, and only heard the sound of killing outside shouting and killing. He hurriedly got up, but found that he had just fallen asleep with the iron piece. He put it in his arms and snatched the door out. As soon as he arrived in the yard, he found that Zhang Xiulan had also run out.

"mother!"

"Xiaolou, the Northern Qi army is coming, don't worry about me, run away first!" In a panic, Zhang Xiulan did not forget to wrap a few oil cakes and stuff them to Mo Xiaolou.

"I think none of you can escape!"

At this moment, the gate of the courtyard was kicked open, and then several soldiers holding steel knives entered one after another, surrounding Mo Xiaolou and his son.

A moment later, all the villagers of Mojia Village who were still alive were taken to the entrance of the village and gathered under the big locust tree.

"But who wants to tell if there are still people hiding?"

The officer led by the Northern Qi soldiers shouted to the villagers. His eyes were shining with cold light, and he swept past everyone. Some timid children were immediately frightened and burst into tears.

"Bah! You beasts, even if you kill all the people from our Song Kingdom, you can't kill our souls!" An old man tied with his hands and his face covered in blood said angrily. This man was the third uncle Mo Xiaolou mentioned.

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

The officer was furious and slashed at the third uncle's neck with a knife. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere. The third uncle's head rolled on the ground a few times, just stopped in front of Mo Xiaolou.
Chapter completed!