Chapter 42: Mountain Village Youth (Part 2)

  It seems that Zhou Zhi did not expect Wang Xu's change to be so rapid, and he was stunned for a while, but then he let out a sigh of resignation. "Well! What are the options?"

  "Firstly, follow me! Secondly, turn around and leave. But when we meet again in the future, only one of us will be left!"

  As Wang Xu's calm voice fell, Zhou Zhi slowly lowered his head. After a long time of contemplation, he looked deeply at Wang Xu and opened his mouth to say faintly: "I don't want to rely on others!"

  Having said that, he stepped out with a firm and resolute stride.

  Watching Zhou Zhi brush past him, Wang Xu shook his head regretfully. As a fellow man of the younger generation, Wang Xu had always felt a sense of closeness to him. Moreover, since he saw this young man from the beginning, his performance has been impressive.

  In the face of the big knife raised by the Yellow Turban bandits, he can bravely rush up, showing that he has the courage to fight back. In the face of his own appearance, despite having a fearful heart, he can calmly handle it and not go crazy with self-righteousness, which shows his wisdom. If he really ran away, then Wang Xu would definitely chase after him without hesitation and stab him to death with one shot.

  And afterwards, under the pressure of death, he can still face his parents in this life, which shows that he is still quite sentimental. So, Wang Xu does not want to be an enemy with him. However, despite this, their recent conversation also made Wang Xu understand that this person is not his opponent, and if he really opposes himself, he will be somewhat pitiful!

  Looking at this stubborn young man for a long time, Wang Xu didn't say anything else and slowly followed him...

  After the two returned to Zhou Zhi's home, they seemed like nothing had happened. Zhou Zhi's parents were extremely grateful to Wang Xu and others, and after retrieving the grain and livestock that the Yellow Turbans had stolen, they wanted to treat the three of them with great hospitality.

  And soon, other villagers also came to thank them and presented their own tokens of appreciation. Although they were just some chickens, ducks, rice and other inexpensive items, Wang Xu and the others felt a great sense of satisfaction when they saw the sincere faces of the villagers. They returned all of it, asking them to give it to families who had suffered greater losses instead. This move made the villagers even more grateful!

  As Wang Xu had learned medical skills from Xuan Wei Dao Chang before, he didn't idle around either. After doing some simple bandaging for Zhou Zhi's injured father, he followed a few villagers who knew some medical skills to rescue and treat the injured villagers everywhere. Fortunately, those people had collected a lot of medicinal materials for treating external injuries in their daily lives, otherwise, it would not have been enough.

  But unfortunately, several people lost their lives in this yellow turban grain collection. Seeing the deceased relatives' grief-stricken appearance, Wang Xu also secretly sighed! It wasn't until midnight that he finally rested. Thinking about rushing on the road again tomorrow, he hastily fell asleep.

  The next morning, Wang Xu and others were preparing to set off. An old man with a kind face suddenly came to Zhou Zhi's home accompanied by villagers.

  In the villager's identification, it was learned that the young man in front of him wearing a suit of armor made of refined iron was Wang Xu, and his eyes widened in surprise.

  But then he smiled and said: "I am the village head, last night I heard the villagers report the news and only knew that we suffered this great disaster. So I rushed here overnight, first of all thank you three strong men for rescuing the villagers!"

  "No harm done! We were originally heading to Yingchuan to join the army, and yesterday we happened to pass by and saw the Yellow Turbans causing trouble. It was only right that we lent a hand to rescue them!" After finishing speaking, Wang Xu didn't wait for the other party to respond and continued saying: "The sky is already late, the frontline battle is urgent, we still have to hurry on our way. If there's any offense, I hope you can forgive us!"

  He wasn't a fool either, and upon hearing Wang Xu's words, he understood that the other party didn't want to say more. He immediately smiled and said: "Of course, national affairs take precedence, so we'll slow down!"

  "Hehe! No need to be so polite." With that, the two of them quickly walked out of the room.

  With the reluctant farewell of Zhou Zhi's family and the villagers, Wang Xu and his two companions led their war horses slowly to the village entrance. After persuading the crowd who still wanted to see them off to return, Wang Xu mounted his horse, took a deep look at the village, and set out on his journey once again...

  As the village gradually disappeared from view in the hazy dawn, Wang Xu slowly turned his head and looked at Xu Shu, who had a similarly dazed expression. He smiled casually and said, "Let's go! We'll come back to this village again someday. This simple rural atmosphere is really worth missing!"

  Xu Shu, who had been walking with a slow and hesitant pace, suddenly heard this and quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes! I don't know why either, but seeing that distant mountain village and the simple villagers, my heart always feels a faint sense of peace and reluctance to part!"

  "Dada! Dada!" Xu Shu's words had just fallen, and before he could even sigh, a sudden urgent horseshoe sound came from behind.

  "Wait for me..." The loud shout echoed far and wide in the open wilderness at dawn, with a faint echo that lingered in one's ears, giving it an extra flavor.

  At the sound of this somewhat familiar voice, Wang Xu and the other two immediately turned their heads in shock. Suddenly, they saw a person in the distance riding a horse towards them, but his riding skills seemed extremely poor, his body was already leaning on the horse, yet he still swayed back and forth, it was unclear when he would fall off the horse.

  When he saw the approaching figure, Wang Xu's mouth involuntarily curled up into an arc! Xú Shū glanced at Wang Xu with a strange look in her eyes, while Wáng Fēi looked like a confused monk.

  But before they could ask any questions, Zhou Zhi, who was swaying left and right on the horse, suddenly cried out in surprise: "Save me! I don't know how to make this horse stop, hurry up and save me......ah......"

  As he let out a loud whoop, he shot past Wang Xu and the others like a whirlwind, his hands grasping the horse's head tightly, his face deathly pale, as he continued to charge forward.

  Wang Xu and Xu Shu couldn't help but burst out laughing. Wang Fei, however, quickly composed himself after a brief smile and urged his horse to catch up. As the two horses ran side by side, he supported himself with one hand on the horse's back, swung his body sideways, and instantly landed behind Zhou Zhi.

  He immediately used his legs to tightly clamp the horse's belly, and quickly pulled the reins. The warhorse suddenly let out a long whinny, standing up straight! Under Wang Fei's exquisite riding skills, he finally stopped the trend of running wildly, and Wang Fei's warhorse also ran back at his next whistle.

  Upon seeing Wang Fei's performance just now, Wang Xu gave a couple of admiring "tsks", then slowly rode his horse forward with a smile and said: "You can't even ride a horse, why did you charge so fast? If it wasn't for my second brother's good riding skills, you would have been in trouble today."

  "I had no idea he could run so fast, I rode him for a short while after leaving the village and he became extremely excited." Zhou Zhi's face was pale with not a hint of blood color at this moment, even his voice changed.

  Seeing his frightened appearance, Wang Xu couldn't bear to tease him anymore. Instead, he asked: "Is this the horse of the Yellow Turban bandits? You don't know how to ride and yet you dare to ride an unfamiliar horse?"

  As soon as he heard this, Zhou Zhi shook his head repeatedly. "No! This is the horse of Fu Bo's family in our village. The horses of those Yellow Turbans were considered communal property of the village and were about to be sold to compensate for the villagers' losses. Any remaining ones would also be distributed to each household!"

  "Hmm!" Wang Xu nodded in satisfaction with the allocation. But then he asked strangely, "Would an ordinary villager also have such a tall war horse?"

  "When Fu Bo was young, he used to be a cavalryman in the army, so he especially loved horses. This was also something he had managed to get through great efforts. At this moment, Zhou Zhi also gradually calmed down, and his complexion looked slightly better."

  He took a glance at the horse and felt that it was indeed not bad. Wang Xu couldn't help but look at Zhou Zhi, asking blandly: "Then how could he bear to give it to you?"