After that, Wu Yong knew that there was something inexplicable in this world. Then he climbed up to Kanli Peak by a traitor, witnessed Xuanxuzi's methods with his own eyes, and finally completely confirmed this conclusion in his heart.

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Thorn...

Wu Yong decorated Song Yuying and Chai Kunpeng, and asked them to stand in the sun and dry the mud, and then he dressed himself up.

First tear the clothes, grind the cuffs and elbows, then break the hair, and apply mud on your body and face.

After I packed my body, I felt it was correct, and I looked left and right, and finally ran to the bottom of an inconspicuous tree, took a sharp stone and dug a hole.

He took off the bag, took Chai Kunpeng's bag, carefully wrapped it with some large leaves, buried it in, filled it with soil, and marked it.

This series of busy work attracted the attention of Song and Chai.

Chai Kunpeng trotted recently and asked, "What are you doing in the junior teacher? Didn't you say that everyone in the bag is changing clothes?"

He came over and saw that his uncle, the young master, took a few black "charcoal" and stuffed it into his arms. It seemed that one of them was golden.

"We are all in such a miserable way. What's the point of carrying a bag? Isn't it doubtful?" Wu Yong buried the soil, but felt unnatural, so he pulled some vines and grass to cover it, and then he clapped his hands with satisfaction.
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"Uncle Master, what are you hiding in your arms?" Chai Kunpeng reached out and touched Wu Yong's chest.

Wu Yong patted his hand away and said, "Let's go, let's go down, remember what I said just now, let me negotiate with these villagers. Especially you, Kunpeng, don't speak randomly."

When Chai Kunpeng heard that he was named, he didn't care what he had just seen and said angrily: "Uncle Master, you should look at Song Yuying, so she likes to talk nonsense."

When Song Yuying heard this, she jumped up and started chatting with him.

Wu Yong's forehead was swollen, and he shook his head and walked into the valley. It was not until he approached the village that he stopped the two of them from talking nonsense and asked them to pretend to be hungry with him.

Although the sun was scorching at noon, the valley was cool. At this moment, many people were squatting in front of the door with their bowls and chopsticks in hand to eat.

As soon as Wu Yong and the other two appeared in sight, some people from the front of the village immediately put the bowls and chopsticks on the wooden stand on the fence, stood up, and looked at them with a vigilant look on their faces.

Several young men were chewing food in their mouths, smacking their mouths, sucking their teeth with their tongues, making a sound of tsk. They had picked up hoes, shovels and other farm tools in their hands and walked towards the three of them.

Wu Yong did not step into the village at the first time, stopped, stood far away, looked at the children who were still eating and drinking, and looked envious, and said pitifully: "Can you give us a gift?"

Eat a bowl of rice in one mouthful of water.”

Many things are not as convenient as adults in their teenagers' bodies, but in gaining sympathy, it is the best weapon for people to let go of their vigilance.

Of course, Wu Yong has to make good use of it.

Seeing that the villagers were indifferent, Wu Yong licked his dry lips and shook his head and said, "We don't want money, we just need to eat and drink..."

A group of young and strong people walking forward, a thin person on the right spitted on the ground, looked at the direction when Wu Yong and the others came, and cursed in their dialect: "My mother..."

Chai Kunpeng and Song Yuying couldn't understand what happened later, so they could only hear this sentence that must be a swearing person.

Wu Yong stayed in Jiangyuan County for a while and was not unfamiliar with the dialects nearby. He hurriedly said: "No, we are not refugees, and no refugees come from this direction."

The young and strong man in the head is not tall, with straight facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, wearing a back, revealing two tangled arms, walking barefoot, and steadily.

He said in a deep voice: "Are you a local? Not a refugee from the west?"

But it is also spoken local dialect, not official.

"Yes, we are not refugees. There is no disaster in the west, and no refugees come here." In this world, we are afraid of refugees, and this is even more so in small villages.

The person who cursed was just talking about this. Wu Yong first explained this matter clearly so as not to have misunderstandings.

A group of young and strong men heard that Wu Yong was a local, not a refugee, and immediately felt relieved. Only the dark-skinned young and strong man in the leader did not let go of his guard.

He pointed to Chai Kunpeng and Song Yuying and asked, "You are local, where are they? Why do you come to our Wetou Village? Why can't you understand what we say?"

"I am a student of Mr. Chen from Jiangyuan County, named Wu Yong. Chai Kunpeng is my classmate, and this is named Song Yuying. His childhood friend was from Jiangyuan who moved from the beginning of the year. He only knew how to speak official language and did not understand the dialect here.

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Wu Yong had already prepared the identity background of the three of them. Each sentence was refreshing and clear, but it was not very fast, but it was a bit awkward, as if it was on-the-spot question and answer.

As for "Mr. Chen", it was not made up by Wu Yong. There is such a person in Jiangyuan County, who is a teacher in a private school.

Once I ran into it, maybe he saw that he was different from his peers, so he came to persuade him to study in his yard without being subject to training, just not wasting his intelligence.

Wu Yong really went to listen to several classes and found it interesting, but after listening to the Emei Sword Immortal... there was nothing left.

"The three of us were studying under a bridge and ditch cave outside Jiangyuan County to enjoy the cool air. Unexpectedly, we hit the thief and knocked us out. We put sacks and hung them and ran away immediately. The textbooks were lost."

"I woke up and thought I was dead. Unexpectedly, the thieves suddenly started to cry. I heard a few more buzzing sounds, and then there was no movement. Our sack was cut and fell out. The thieves had already one.

It's gone."

"We don't know where to go. Other places are deserted, there is green in this direction, and we will be here as we walk."

A person next to the dark young man whispered: "Maybe it was a sword immortal passing by in the south who kindly saved them. These three people should be fine."

Wu Yong has tempered all his blood and energy, and his ear strength has improved. He can hear this clearly and feel at ease.

But the dark young man still frowned and then fixed his eyes on Song Yuying.

At first, Wu Yong thought that the dark young man wanted to be ill-treated to Song Yuying, but he looked at his eyes without any dirty or obsceneness. Then he thought about it, but he understood and called out a secretly terrible.

"I didn't think properly enough! The thief robbed the three of us, it would be fine if I and Chai Kunpeng were fine, but how could Song Yuying be safe and sound..."

Wu Yong was busy with his words.

It was a coincidence that Song Yuying was scared by the dark young man's eyes, and hid in Wu Yong's back with his neck.

It was this scene that made the dark young man relax and said, "You guys wait, I'll ask the village chief."
Chapter completed!