"Thank you, benefactor! The benefactor is grateful for his life. We are also grateful to the mountain people. We also ask your benefactor to tell you the name. I, Huangjia Village, will set up a card for my benefactor to be longevity, and I will thank you every day!" An old man came to Wei Xian with tears in his face and knelt down and bowed verbally.

If Wei Xian had not rescued and killed eight bandits today, the villagers would have probably all died under the bandit's sword. The bandits were all extremely vicious and did not blink at all. They even did not let go of the baby. They begged for mercy, but the bandits had no mercy at all. They killed people when they saw them and set fire when they saw the hut.

The beautiful mountain village turned into ruins.

"Get up quickly, old man!" Wei Xian hurriedly helped the old man up and said, "I would like to ask the old man to organize the people in the village to treat the injured and let the dead be buried in peace."

Seeing the villagers howling and crying, Wei Xian sighed in his heart, "Who can be afraid, afraid, and sad when this disaster occurs? I don't know how many people have lost their husbands, wives, and children."

But Wei Xian knew that the most important thing at the moment was to treat the injured, otherwise the wound might worsen, and it would be easy to die.

The old man woke up and quickly organized the people in the village to see who was injured. He asked the young and strong people in the village to go to the next village to ask the doctor to treat the injured. Then he organized people to dig a hole with a hoe to let the dead be buried. Even the bodies of the eight bandits were buried.

The dead are the greatest. No matter how evil they did during their lifetime, they are now killed. Everything in their lifetime is over, and they are over. The villagers are simple and honest. Although they hate these bandits who destroyed their families, they still buried their bodies, but they did not erect a monument.

The villagers found more than 100 taels of silver from the corpses of the bandits, but relying on this more than 100 taels of silver to rebuild the village was undoubtedly a fool.

"Old man, this horse is good. I want to go to Beijing to take the exam. I am missing a generation of mounts. This hundred taels of silver will be used to buy this horse. As for other horses, I would like to ask the man from the village to sell it to the city, so that I can survive the difficulties together!" Wei Xian took out one hundred taels of silver from his arms and handed it to the old man.

"No, no, no, my benefactor killed the bandits, and it would be like a recreation of my Huangjia Village. These are also the bandits, and they are the spoils of the benefactor. How can we give us silver?" The old man said in a frightened state.

Just kidding, such a low-class horse is not worth 100 taels of silver at all. According to the current market price, a good horse is only 60 to 70 taels of silver. As for such a low-class horse, it is estimated that it is about 10 taels of silver, and if the market is good, it is only 50 taels of silver.

Furthermore, these eight horses are owned by bandits. The bandits were killed by Wei Xian, which was Wei Xian's spoils. Wei Xian had absolute rights to deal with the spoils.

"Old man, please accept it, otherwise the elderly, weak, women and children in the village must freeze to death, and they will not survive this winter!" Wei Xian handed the money to the old man without waiting for the old man to refuse. Wei Xian gently pointed his body like a flying swallow, and had already flew over a dark horse. Wei Xian held the horse rope, and with a "drive" sound, he grabbed the horse's feet. The horse had spread its legs and ran towards the road, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The old man looked silently in the direction where Wei Xian disappeared, tears flowing in his eyes.

Besides, Wei Xian, although he saw that the villagers had organized themselves and began to save themselves, they had their own storage of food that had not been burned, and there would be no danger of hunger in the short term. There were also silver found on bandits, silver given by Wei Xian, and seven horses. It should be no problem to spend this winter, so naturally they were not in the mood to stay in the mountain village.

In that mountain village, Wei Xian could still smell the bloody smell in the air. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think that the bandits were extremely vicious and wantonly massacred ordinary people was simply more hateful than the Tartars.

Wei Xian couldn't understand that they were all Han people and the same nation were all under the Ming Dynasty. How could these bandits be so inhumane and cruel, and they had no kindness to their compatriots.

Thirty miles away from the mountain village, I saw that the night was very dark, the cold wind was howling, and snow was snowing in the sky, and snowflakes drifted from the sky one by one. Wei Xian pondered for a while and then looked for the mountain village. Half an hour later, Wei Xian finally encountered an inn. He saw about dozens of thatched huts near the road, and there were a cloth hanging on a dead tree in front of the thatched hut saying "Welcome Inn".

Wei Xian rode his horse to the inn gate and shouted, "Waiter, take my horse away and tie the rope, get some weeds and feed it!"

At this time, a waiter walked out of the inn, and the waiter said, "Hello, please give the horse rope to the small one. Please enter the store."

Wei Xian jumped off the horse, handed the rope to the waiter, then took the sword in his left hand and walked into the inn with his luggage.

The weather is so cold that a stove is grown in the lobby of this inn. As soon as you step in, you immediately feel much warmer.

Then another waiter came, and Wei Xian said, "Waiter, cut me a pound of beef, and then add a pot of wine to make a room for me."

"Haole, young master, sit here for a while, wait and serve the wine and food!" the waiter said.

Wei Xian looked at the lobby a little at this time. There were about a dozen passengers sitting in the lobby of the inn, some of which were dressed in the martial arts world. It was obvious that they all arrived here. It was just dark and they stayed in the inn for a night.

In ancient times, the environment was harsh. At night, all kinds of wild beasts would run out, which was very dangerous, and there were various poisons. If you sleep in the wild, you would have to freeze to death. Even if you didn’t freeze to death, you might become food for wild beasts and beasts when you were sleeping.

It’s Wei Xian, unless he had to, he wouldn’t spend the night in the wild at will, because you don’t know when you will be attacked by ferocious beasts or poisons.

"Do you know that tomorrow will be the 70th birthday of the King of the Jindao Sect. I heard that in order to celebrate the 70th birthday of the King of the Jindao Sect, the Jindao Sect has set up two hundred tables of water mats in Luoyang and set up a porridge shop outside the city. The formation is very big." A big man said in a loud voice.

"Oh? Who is the leader of the king? How come he has such a great reputation?" a young man asked in confusion.

"Your young man is a foreigner at first glance, and you don't know the leader of the Wang Sect. The leader of the Wang Sect is named Wang Yuanba. He is 70 years old this year. When he was young, he was invincible in the world. He is a first-class master in the martial arts world. He is called the "Zhongzhou Hero" and nicknamed the "Golden Sword Gate". He founded the Jindao Sect in Luoyang for thirty years and dominated Luoyang. He must give him face to both the black and white." The man said: "It is said that even the general of Luoyang has a close friendship with him. His status can be imagined."

"That's great!" Everyone took a breath of air conditioning and looked shocked.

The general is a military officer with no rank. When there is a war, the general will be assigned to the general to fight and will be paid back. He is a permanent military officer in the local area. The generals have different positions and different ranks, because the generals will hold a rank of an official position, such as the generals of Luoyang, who are at least a fourth-rank official.
Chapter completed!