This village is composed of descendants of folk sects.
Yan Shouyi not only discovered their identities, but also noticed that most of the people in the village were missing or reorganizing their families. Although everyone had a lot of dissatisfaction in the first half of their lives, in this village, they seemed to have found the meaning of existence again.
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Long Feicheng watched and remained silent all the way, and then he couldn't help but whisper in Yan Shouyi's ear:
"Brother Yan, why do I feel that this village is somewhat similar to our folklore research club?"
The difference is that there are more young people in the seminar, while there are mostly elderly people in the village.
"It looks like it, but I always feel like there's something weird about it." Yan Shouyi replied in a low voice.
Along the way, the villagers greeted Li Genmiao warmly. They called Li Genmiao the village chief. They seemed unaware of Li Genmiao's bad reputation outside.
Li Genmiao treated these villagers as if they were his own relatives. He greeted them with a smile and was extremely familiar with them.
This is even weirder!
Everyone was in a nervous mood, wary of the killer who might jump out from the corner at any time. However, until everyone reached the place where Han San and others were settled, the imagined danger did not happen.
When Han San and his friends settled in the yard, the kang had already been heated up. An old lady was making noodles in the yard, and she seemed to be steaming a steaming basket of steamed buns for the guests.
Lao Jin put Han San on the kang and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Han San really needed a quiet place to recover now.
The Maoshan disciples also relaxed their vigilance and gathered around the warm fire to rub their hands and breathe, observing their surroundings curiously.
A visitor suddenly came to the village, which made the villagers extremely curious.
They seemed to be isolated from the world and did not know the news outside. They followed each other to the entrance of the courtyard and curiously poked their heads in to take a look.
At this time, four figures walked into the yard. Li Genmiao looked back and smiled:
"Your old friend is here!"
The Dog Taoist priest turned around and took a look, with the same "It's really you" expression as before, but then the resentment in his eyes became even heavier.
Miaoji lowered her head and sighed, silently reciting Amitabha, but followed it closely with Mahler Gobi.
Yan Shouyi looked at the four people.
Among the four people, three are men and one is women.
The first one is a man in a suit who looks to be in his fifties, has a general belly, and looks very kind.
The second person is a middle-aged man who is similar in age to the Dog Taoist and others, but has only one arm and wears gold and silver.
The third person is a beautiful woman who still has charm, but her clothes are not fashionable, she is just a village woman, but the red cotton jacket cannot hide her charm, especially the faint sadness between her eyebrows, which is simply modern
Married woman’s version of tofu Xishi.
The fourth person is special. He is a beggar with unkempt hair and a hunched back. Because he is not used to so many people here, he walks at the end and looks away.
The leader, a man with a general's belly, greeted cheerfully: "Dog Taoist priest, Miaoji bald donkey, why didn't you say a word when you saw us? You must have forgotten us, right?"
The dog Taoist snorted coldly and rolled his eyes at him: "I'm sorry, Taoist, I don't know you."
"That's right. Now that you are following your eldest brother and are prosperous, you have forgotten that we old guys are also normal!" the one-armed middle-aged man said in a sinister tone.
Miaoji couldn't hold it in any longer and explained: "It was you who abandoned your elder brother."
"My eldest brother was trapped by love. He was imprisoned for ten years. When did he take care of us?" the wife Xi Shi said quietly.
Only the beggar did not interrupt.
From the conversations between several people, Yan Shouyi made a guess.
These people in front of me are probably members of the Xuanshan Thirteen Taibao founded by my father back then!
Moreover, it is very likely that he is a core member!
They were so familiar with Uncle Dog, yet so "strange". Thinking about their father's imprisonment back then, it pushed the Xuanshan sect in two completely different directions.
Some people have been waiting for their father to come back, while others left.
Seeing these people, Yan Shouyi suddenly understood why Li Genmiao's force was called the New Xuanshan Sect - because the members of the New Xuanshan Sect were originally members of the Old Xuanshan Sect!
"A grand introduction!"
Li Genmiao said enthusiastically: "These four are the 'Four Values' among the 'Four Values and Five Ghosts' of our New Xuanshan Sect! They are: Nian Zhu Pan Zhengyi, we all call him Lao Pan; Yue Zhu Zheng Youqian,
Laoqian; Shizhulan Qihuan, Xiaolan; Shizhu... nameless person. Nameless person is not from the old Xuanshan sect."
Yan Shouyi paid special attention to Shizhu Wumingshi. Wumingshi avoided his eyes and did not dare to look at Yan Shou.
"Haha, this kid is my eldest brother's son Shouyi, right? We haven't seen each other for many years. When this kid was one month old, Zheng Zhaodi and I rushed to hug him. In the end, this kid only let Zhaodi hug him and not me. I
He cries when I hug him!" Old Pan looked at Yan Shouyi kindly.
The old man sneered and said, "It's not that this boy won't be hugged by you, but that he won't be hugged by men. When Xiaolan hugged him back then, he was very happy."
There was a look of nostalgia on Xiaolan's face: "Those days seem like just yesterday... It's a pity that we can't go back..."
It turns out that all these uncles and aunts have met me, Yan Shou thought.
But the strange thing is that Yan Shou had no impression of Lao Pan and the others at all, but instead felt that the nameless person looked familiar.
Lao Pan wanted to get closer to talk to Yan Shouyi, but the dog Taoist suddenly stood between the two and stopped him:
"Now that everyone has different positions, it's better to keep a distance. Shouichi is no longer a child. He is the president of the Folklore Research Association."
The old man snorted coldly: "So what? Do you really not care about the brotherhood at all?"
Monk Miaoji became angry and raised his fist as big as a casserole: "Damn it, you idiot, if you don't change your bad mouth, sooner or later you won't be able to save your other arm!"
"Don't fight... don't fight..." Xiaolan stopped the two parties and said softly, "It's hard for us to meet each other. Now that we are in this paradise, why not let go of the grievances outside and talk about the past."
"Master Taoist, I don't think you have anything to talk about. We'll leave here as soon as we're done." Dog Taoist still refused to compromise.
Lao Pan was not angry. Instead, he knelt down and touched the head of Lao Huang, who could not speak, and said with emotion:
"After more than ten years of separation, Lao Huang has really become Lao Huang. People's hearts are constantly changing. Only dogs are the most loyal."
Miraculously, Lao Huang did not resist Lao Pan and allowed him to stroke his head.
For a moment, Dog Taoist, Miaoji, Laoqian, and Xiaolan were all silent.
Time has changed so much. We used to be good brothers who shared joys and sorrows. Why has it become such a mess now?
Li Genmiao patted Yan Shouyi's shoulder at the right time and said, "Why don't we leave this place to them and let's go next door to have a private chat?"
Yan Shouyizheng had this intention. He patted the shoulder touched by Li Genmiao and said: