Min and Zhao jumped off their horses and came to the crying boy. Zhao Yinshan sighed, looked at the boy with red and swollen eyes and a frightened look and said, "Did those Khitan dog thieves do it?"

The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, with the head of a tiger. He saw Zhao and Min appearing in a daze. He stopped crying and had a look of fear on his face. However, hearing Zhao Yinshan call the Khitans evil thieves, he knew that the person in front of him was not.

The evil man suddenly burst into tears again and swallowed: "Yes... it was the Khitan dog thieves who killed my parents, Changshan's parents, and many, many people..."

Chu Nanfeng who was on the slope was shocked when he heard this, and turned to Luo Xiaoyao and said: "Xiaoyao, go and see if there is a cave nearby to stay. I think there are injured people, and I'm afraid they won't be able to leave for a while."

"Disciple, I obey." Luo Xiaoyao raised his eyes and looked around, leading his horse to gallop toward a hill about two hundred feet away on the left.

Min Xingwu checked the boy who was lying motionless on the woman's body. "The child was not injured. He must have passed out from grief."

Chu Nanfeng, who had already reached the bottom of the slope, sighed and said, "Xingwu, two junior brothers from Yinshan, go check in front to see if there are any injured."

Min and Zhao nodded, looked at each other, got on their horses, and galloped away.

"What's your name?" Chu Nanfeng asked the boy.

"I...my name is Meng Xiaohu." Meng Xiaohu paused, pointed at the unconscious boy of his age and said, "He is Chang Shan."

Chu Nanfeng nodded and knelt down, "Follow me first and find a cave to stay. When those two uncles come back, we can bury your parents."

"No." Meng Xiaohu cried: "I... I want to stay with my father and mother..."

Chu Nanfeng sighed secretly in his heart and said softly: "Okay, first tell me which one is your father and which one is your mother?"

After Meng Xiaohu pointed out his parents while crying, Chu Nanfeng tapped his acupuncture points and fell asleep. Chu Nanfeng separated the remains of Meng Xiaohu's parents from the remains of Chang Shan's parents so that Zhao Yinshan and Zhao Yinshan could come back for burial and picked up the two unconscious men.

The child went up the hillside and saw Luo Xiaoyao running towards him alone.

Seeing that he was not riding, he guessed that he had found a place to stay in a cave or something like that. Chu Nanfeng put Chang Shan on the horse, hugged Meng Xiaohu and Luo Xiaoyao, "You take them to the cave first, as a teacher."

Go ahead and have a look."

After saying this, he moved and was already more than ten feet away. Luo Xiaoyao held the mount with one hand and carried Meng Xiaohu towards the cave. The cave was wide and nearly two feet long. It was not small, and there were still damages on the ground.

The porcelain jar was probably left behind by ordinary hunters. After Luo Xiaoyao put the two children in the cave, he led the horse to the tree and tied it up, then found some hay nearby and put it into the cave as a bedding.

An hour later, Chu Nanfeng and the others found the cave. Zhao Yinshan helped a pale man with his right chest bandaged with white cloth off his mount. He thought he had been injured by an arrow. After helping the man into the cave,

Zhao Yinshan said bitterly: "More than twenty lives were lost. These Khitan people have no humanity and actually attacked defenseless people."

Chu Nanfeng glanced at Meng Xiaohu, who was still sleeping, and said, "Two junior brothers, please go to the place where the carriage is and bury the parents of these two children... To the north are Meng Xiaohu's parents, and to the south are Chang Shan's parents.

"

"Well," Zhao Yinshan looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark now, so I'll just go and bury him. Junior Brother Xingwu, you go find some dry firewood and light a bonfire. It seems to be quite cold at night in this mountain wilderness."

Min Xingwu responded, turned around and left. Zhao Yinshan was about to leave when he heard Chu Nanfeng sigh: "Junior Brother Yinshan, take Meng Xiaohu with you. This child has a very violent temper. Let him say goodbye to his parents."

Zhao Yinshan was startled for a moment, nodded, looked at Meng Xiaohu who had just been untied from his sleeping hole by Chu Nanfeng and was in a daze, stepped forward, picked him up and left.

When Zhao Yinshan came back, a bonfire was lit at the entrance of the cave. Luo Xiaoyao took the sad-looking Meng Xiaohu to his side and sat down. He handed him bread and water bags, "Are you hungry? Eat some dry food.

"

Meng Xiaohu nodded, took the dry food, and sat next to Luo Xiaoyao. Just as he was about to eat, he saw Chang Shan suddenly rise from his coma and cry: "Mother..."

Meng Xiaohu hurriedly put down the dry food in his hand, walked to Changshan and cried in his arms. Everyone knew the grief of the two children, but did not say a word to comfort each other. For a while, the only sound of the two children crying was heard in the cave.

After a while, Chang Shan pushed Meng Xiaohu away and said: "Where is my father? Where is my mother? Where are they? Wuwu..." The implication of his words was naturally to ask where the body was.

Meng Xiaohu wiped the tears from his eyes with his hands, pulled Chang Shan up to Zhao Yinshan who was leaning at the entrance of the cave, pulled Chang Shan's clothes and knelt down together, saying, "Uncle buried our father and mother."

After saying that, he kowtowed to Chang Shan. Zhao Yinshan smiled bitterly and helped the two of them up, "Let's eat something first."

Thinking they were extremely hungry, the two of them began to eat voraciously after receiving the dry food. After finishing a piece of bread, Chang Shan took a sip of water and handed the water bag to Meng Xiaohu. He seemed to think of something,

Looking around the cave, "Where is Qingqing? Where is my sister?"

"Ah? Yes!" Meng Xiaohu exclaimed in shock: "Where is Qingqing?"

Seeing the tragic death of his parents, Meng Xiaohu's mind went into chaos. Only then did he come back to his senses. When Chang Shan asked about it, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen Chang Shan's sister, Chang Qingqing.

Chu Nanfeng, who was standing outside the cave with his hands behind his back and looking up at the night, turned around after hearing this, walked into the cave and said, "Qingqing? Is that your sister? Don't worry, let's pass by and listen to what happened."

Chang Shan calmed down and told everyone what happened with tears in his eyes. It turned out that Chang Shan and Meng Xiaohu lived in Xianzhou, and they were neighbors. His father, Chang Zhi, was a failed scholar and opened a tailoring shop with his mother.

Meng Xiaohu's father, Meng Dahu, was a soldier in the army. In May this year, he was injured while accompanying the army to attack Zhou Dynasty. Half of his arm was cut off and he was discharged and returned home.

But when I heard that the Northern Han Dynasty had defected to the Khitan and wanted to join forces to attack the Zhou Dynasty, I remembered that Shi Jingtang of the later Jin Dynasty also defected to the Khitan and lured the wolf into the house. As a result, the Khitan sent its troops south and invaded the Central Plains, burning, killing and looting. I was afraid that the Northern Han Dynasty would end up with the same fate in the future.

After discussion, they decided to go to Songzhou in the Central Plains to seek refuge with their relatives. Along the way, they met several people who had also moved their families south, so they went together.

After passing Fenzhou for more than 40 miles, there happened to be a small stream on the roadside. Everyone stopped to rest and get water to feed the horses. Unexpectedly, they met the Khitan cavalry who were aiding the Han Dynasty. At that time, Meng Xiaohu and Chang Shan happened to be in the small stream.

Chang Shan and Meng Xiaohu's parents took Chang Qingqing and drove away, but they were eventually killed by the Khitan people.

"There was no sign of your sister in the carriage, but that's strange?" Chu Nanfeng frowned after hearing the process, "How old is she and what does she look like?"

Chang Shan said: "Qingqing is ten years old. She has an oval face and is wearing a purple dress with two horse horns."

Chu Nanfeng then looked at Zhao and Min. Zhao Yinshan shook his head and said: "Among the more than ten people I buried, there was a girl who looked about ten years old, but she didn't have an oval face or a purple shirt.

"

"I have two little girls buried on my hands, but they are both five or six years old."

Chu Nanfeng thought for a moment, "There was about half an hour between the time the Khitans plundered the little tiger's parents and when we arrived. If the carriage rolled over the horse slope, she would have been shocked and fainted at her age, even if she hadn't

At the meeting, looking at the soft carriage scattered around, and the fatal wounds on their mother, it was clear that the Khitan soldiers went down the slope and chopped them with knives, and also searched the carriage and took away their belongings... It seems that their parents knew that there was no hope of escape and died quickly.

While the horse was riding, he threw her out of the car, sealed the mountain, and followed me with martial arts to check again."

After hearing this, Zhao and Min followed Chu Nanfeng out of the cave. The three of them jumped up and disappeared into the night. Then Meng Xiaohu ran out of the cave, but Chang Shan was stunned and envious.

Endless.

After about half an hour, Chu Nanfeng and the others returned to the cave, carrying a ball of blue floral cotton mattress in their hands. There was a belt tied around the cotton mattress, and they said to Chang Shan: "Do you recognize this?"

Object?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Shan nodded and said, "This is the small quilt that Qingqing usually sleeps on. The gray belt is my mother's belt."

"It should be that your parents saw that the situation was critical, so they wrapped your sister in a quilt, tied it with a belt, and threw it on the grass in the ditch..." Chu Nanfeng thought about it, paused, and frowned slightly: "But the quilt was thrown away.

On the roadside of a hill after crossing the creek, I speculate that someone should have rescued me..."

Turning to look at the strong man who had been rescued, he asked, "Brother, how many people are there in your group?"

The man hesitated for a moment, murmured to himself for a while, and responded: "Hui Bengong, including the Meng and Chang families, there are a total of thirty-one people."

"Including Xiaohu and his parents, a total of twenty-seven people were buried." Zhao Yinshan calculated: "Including Xiaohu, Changshan, this brother, and missing Qingqing, the number is thirty-one. So Chang Qingqing must have been killed.

Rescue him."

"Well, that should be the case." Chu Nanfeng was worried that he might not be able to tell the difference when burying the corpse, so he checked the number of people now to confirm that Chang Qingqing should have survived. He looked at the sky, "It's already midnight, so we should have done it early."
Chapter completed!