"Everyone, come out quickly. Lao San and the others are back safely, and they have brought a lot of prey with them!"
As dusk approached, a hurried voice rang out in a village at the foot of the mountains. People who heard the cry came out of their houses and looked outside the village.
An old man in linen clothes in the village also hurriedly walked out at this moment. Hearing the news, his expression suddenly relaxed, and he raised his hand with some joy and shouted to the man who was running.
"Huzi, but Xuewen and the others rescued people?"
The sturdy man ran up to the old man with white beard and hair, shook his head, and then said.
"That should be the case. Xuewen was brought back by Lao San and the others. There is a huge blood stain on his chest."
After hearing this, the old village chief's expression suddenly changed again, and he looked towards the entrance of the village anxiously.
"How is the situation in Xuewen? Huzi, go and call Doctor Liang."
Upon hearing this, Huzi nodded quickly and ran to find the old miracle doctor in the village. However, the old village chief hurried towards the entrance of the village with the support of another man.
"Dad, Xuewen is a scholar, and his body and bones are stronger than mine, so he should be fine."
"But the jackals in this mountain are also very powerful. Let's go to the entrance of the village quickly."
The old village chief stepped forward anxiously, and the people around him who heard this also headed towards the entrance of the village.
At the entrance of the village, Song Mu watched a group of villagers rushing out of the village to carry the injured men in. For a moment, there were cheers mixed with crying at the entrance of the village. He just stretched out his hand to stroke his beard and looked at them unconsciously. This is quite a huge village in front of us.
Ji Zezhu fell on Song Mu's shoulder at this moment, and a pair of small eyes also scanned the surroundings.
"It seems that the people in this village have lived a peaceful life for so many years."
Song Mu said this, and he couldn't help but admire a little wherever his eyes glanced.
I remember that when I rescued these people, they were all skinny and shabby. Although they barely built a village, it was still in a state of desolation.
But now that he could see, all the people in the village had rosy complexions, and Song Mufa even saw a surge of literary energy in many people.
It’s just that there are only a few children among them at most.
The only person in the scholarly realm was a young man in his prime who he rescued in the mountains under the leadership of that little boy.
It's just that although that person was a scholar, he didn't know the slightest bit of literary skills, and he was actually injured by the pack of jackals.
If I hadn't taken action myself, I don't know what would have happened later.
However, despite this, Song Mu was also quite curious about the situation in front of him. When we first rescued these poor people who were shrouded in the shadow of the demon clan, many of them were illiterate.
Although he later allowed these villagers to use the library in this strange land, Song Mu only left some masterpieces in it, but there were no books on the cultivation of literary skills.
Song Mu did not allow these people to practice literary skills at the beginning, also because of their status. The people from the land of the demon sect were greatly oppressed by the demons, so there must be some people who were extremely thirsty for power. Song Mu was able to save their bodies, but You can't control their desires. If someone is really talented, they are extremely thirsty for power.
Song Mu didn't want to see another person like Song Liwen come out of his hands, so he kept such a hand.
Moreover, it is difficult for non-talented people to rely on heavenly stars to advance to a higher level, so Song Mucai was assured that these people would be able to read and write.
But in this world, which has only been around for a hundred years, these people can be said to be self-taught without any teachers, and they can actually produce some mysterious literary power in their hearts.
This really aroused Song Mu's interest, and he asked Ji Zezhu.
"Is this what you said before?"
Ji Zezhu glanced sideways slightly, without comment.
But then Jie Zezhu suddenly said again.
"But did you see something else?"
Song Mu frowned slightly and looked around again, but suddenly raised his eyebrows.
At this moment, more and more people were coming to the entrance of the village, and hundreds of people were present.
There were old, weak, women and children among them, but Song Mu suddenly discovered that half of them had a surge of literary energy.
This can be said to be a situation that Song Mu has never seen before. In the Wen Dynasty, it was common for the heirs of the family to cultivate literary works.
But that is definitely not what you see at first glance, half of the people in the city are like this.
There will never be dozens or hundreds of people in a rural village who are surrounded by literary power.
If that's the case, why do the villages in the Wen Dynasty need the blessing and protection of the Tongwen Monument? If ordinary monsters dare to get close, they will definitely end up in ashes.
This situation immediately made Song Mu feel extremely surprised. As he was thinking about it, he saw an old man walking over in a hurry.
"Xuewen, are you okay?!"
The old man shouted anxiously before he reached him, and a young man lying on the stretcher beside him also tilted his head slightly and nodded slightly.
This is the young man with scholarly cultivation that Song Mu saved.
At that moment, the old village chief pulled Dr. Liang forward to check the situation, and chatted a few words with the young man. Several strong men carried a stretcher and took Xuewen into the village, but the old man looked at the man standing there. Song Mu on one side quickly stepped forward and offered his hand.
"It turned out to be your Excellency who saved our clan members. I am really, really grateful!"
As the old village chief said this, he bowed his hands to Song Mu in salute. Song Mu also bowed his hands, but Lin Qi, the little boy who found Song Mu, suddenly rushed out, pulled the old village chief's sleeve and said.
"Grandpa, the village chief, this old man is amazing. He took me in the forest and flew in front of my father. With just a wave of his hand, all the jackals fell to the ground and died."
As the little guy said this, his eyes could not help but look at Song Mu's face, full of reverence at this moment.
At least in his eyes, what Song Mu did was a miracle.
The old village chief was stunned when he heard this, but Song Mu just smiled slightly and then spoke to the old man.
"This old village chief, it's just a little effort from me."
Song Mu raised his hands and said, but the old village chief became more and more respectful. After all, he had never seen such a person before.
But he couldn't help but look at Song Mu a few more times while holding his hands. He always felt something familiar in his heart, but he couldn't put it in words for a while.
Song Mu was only interested in the situation in this village at the moment, so he asked directly.
"Old village chief, please forgive me for being presumptuous. I see that many of the people in your village are literate, right?"
"Wenqi?"
The old village chief was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, and then he responded suddenly.
"It should be Wenqi, we all call it divine power."
As he said this, the other party also showed a somewhat proud look on his face.
"It is this kind of divine power that makes our people strong and healthy and prolongs their lives."
Song Mu's eyes flashed and he asked.
"Oh? But I don't know how you got this?"
Hearing Song Muhu's question, the old man suddenly paused. At this moment, he showed hesitation, and then he spoke.
"Your Excellency is rescuing my people today. Why don't you go into the village and have a talk? I'll also prepare some light wine to entertain you."
Seeing that he didn't want to speak directly, Song Mu nodded and followed him towards the village.
Walking into this village, although there are mostly thatched houses, the roads are quite clean. There are many roads in the distance, and there is a hint of gold in the green.
This foreign land was originally a place to live and work in peace and contentment.
The old village chief took Song Mu to his home. At this moment, they were sitting on the couch and filling Song Mu's wine glass, but he asked.
"Have you been practicing in the mountains for many years?"
Song Mu was holding the dishes with chopsticks and savoring the long-lost human taste. Hearing these words, he looked at the other party and nodded slightly.
The old village chief said.
"Then do you know where this place is?"
Song Mu frowned when he heard this and looked at the other party in confusion, but the other party continued.
"I may be putting it mildly, but this is the place we are today. Does your Excellency know where we are in the Wen Dynasty?"
Song Mu heard the word "Wen Chao" after a long time, but at this moment he was stunned and didn't know how to answer this.
After all, when he brought them into it, they didn't know that it was just a piece of his own world.
"My ancestors were sent here by a great benefactor a hundred years ago. They thrived and thrived until today."
The old village chief said this, but now he looked outside and said.
"But when my ancestors closed their eyes, they kept saying they wanted to go to the Wen Dynasty."
"The Wen Dynasty is our destination. Only then can we find a benefactor and repay our kindness."
"In the past hundreds of years, my tribe has traveled thousands of miles, but outside this world, there are few people and it is difficult to find traces of the Wen Dynasty."
"This mountain and wilderness is not without danger. Many people have been buried in various places over the past hundred years."
"Fortunately, with this divine power given by my benefactor, I can continue on."
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(End of chapter)
