At the head of the village, Li Gu stared at the old man blocking the road with an unkind expression, and frowned: "Who are you?"
"The little old man is the village chief of Jingping Village, Sun Youzhi." The old man replied with a smile.
Li Gu looked at the sword slave beside him, who shook his head.
If it wasn't arranged by his uncle, then how did he know that his group was coming... Li Gu frowned even more tightly.
"You have recognized the wrong person, get out of here, don't delay my business, or I will kill you with a knife." If you don't understand, Li Gu clamps the horse's belly and rides forward. If you don't give way, I will kill you.
The momentum that kills you.
Facing Li Gu's thoughts, Sun Youzhi still smiled and had no intention of giving in.
However, a strange scene happened.
The horse Li Gu was riding seemed to be able to break the bones of the old man in front of him in just a few steps, but the horse seemed to have lost its front hoof and suddenly fell to the ground, making a heavy snort.
Li Gu was still raising spirits, but his skills were not bad. He jumped off the horse before it fell. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not injured.
"Old man, do you want to die?" Li Gu, who was covered in dust, scolded sternly, regardless of his messed up hair.
Regardless of whether it was an accident or the old man in front of him had tampered with it, the purpose of entering the village was to kill people. What's the difference if he kills one more person and one less person?
"Uncle Dao, kill this old guy!" Li Gu said bitterly.
Without his instructions, as early as Li Gu fell to the ground, a figure jumped up from the horse, stretched out an arm thicker than a child's waist, and grabbed the old man's Tianling Gai'er.
The figure is naturally that powerful swordsman!
As a guest, his master was frustrated, so he naturally had to take action to regain his position.
I saw the powerful aura of the early stage of foundation building bursting out from Dao Nu's whole body, and he landed in front of Sun Youzhi like a roc with its wings. The destructive and decaying aura left no one doubting it. As soon as he grabbed it, the old man's head fell.
It will explode like a ripe watermelon.
The smile on the face of the old village chief who was wearing coarse patchwork clothes did not diminish. He worked hard on his toes and alternated his feet. A few dragonflies touched the water and easily avoided the knife slave's grasp.
"Huh?" Seeing that he missed the mark, the sword slave was a little surprised.
The old man in front of him looked harmless, but he didn't expect that he was also a cultivator, and his cultivation was no weaker than his own.
Could this person be a teacher in the college?
The sword slave thought in his mind, but his hands did not relax at all. He did not dare to continue to hold up the sword, and drew out the simple sword from behind with his backhand, and killed the old village chief again.
He slashed horizontally and vertically, stabbed back diagonally, and the middle-aged man holding the knife became more powerful and powerful. The old village chief stopped dodging and started fighting with him.
The two of them were going back and forth, and in just a few breaths, they had already exchanged more than half a hundred moves. Li Gu Wangjin looked at him next to him, his expression serious.
Neither of them are idiots. They couldn't guess the identity of the old man in front of them. Otherwise, how could a small village chief fight with a knife slave in the Foundation Establishment Realm on a par?
"With this person here, you may end up stealing the chicken but losing the rice this time." Wang Jin said.
Li Gu's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"It doesn't matter whether he is a teacher in the courtyard or not, let's kill him first."
I don’t know if the old village chief sensed Li Gu’s murderous intention. He was originally fighting with the sword slave and suddenly jumped out of the fighting ring, turned around and ran towards the village.
"Uncle Dao, don't let him escape!" Li Gu shouted.
The middle-aged man hummed, raised his knife and chased after him.
Without Dao Slave around, Li Gu and Li Gu were no match for Jiang Ning, so they had no choice but to find a place to stay and wait for Dao Slave to come back.
……
The sky gradually faded, and the remaining sunlight shrank into a corner in the west, roaring unwillingly to be eroded by the night.
Jiang Ning, who had been staying in the room with Wang Yan all afternoon, heard the noise in the yard outside and put his index finger on his lips in a "shush" gesture.
Wang Yan was at a loss, not knowing what he was going to do.
Jiang Ning didn't explain, he got up and tiptoed close to the window.
Few people in the village use window screens, and most of them stick a piece of bamboo strip paper on the window lattice as a shield.
Bamboo strip window paper is cheap and soaked in palm oil. It can not only block the view, but also withstand wind and rain. The only drawback is that it can leave big holes with a finger.
Jiang Ning chose an inconspicuous corner of the window, carefully poked through the window paper, and looked outside the yard.
Seven or eight young adults have come to the yard, all of them strong and strong, with strong backs and strong waists.
"If you ask me, just use medicinal anesthesia first. The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out, cleanly!"
"I don't need any money. Isn't it easier to hit it with a hammer?"
Wang Yan, who had come up behind Jiang Ning at some point, heard this and asked in a low voice with a pale face: "Why do I feel like he is going to attack us?"
Jiang Ning said angrily: "You are a cultivator after all. The seven or eight men outside the door are not enough for you to kick."
Since coming here, Wang Yan's courage has become much smaller. Sometimes she even forgets that she is a practitioner of Fengchu Realm, and there are some ordinary people who are her opponents.
Jiang Ning continued to observe the outside through the small hole, feeling confused.
Why didn’t you see the old village chief, his wife and Sun Hu?
Suddenly, a lifeless, pupil-less eye suddenly appeared outside the small hole, blocking Jiang Ning's sight.
Even though Jiang Ning was more courageous than ordinary people, he was so frightened by the sudden eyeball that his hair stood on end.
"Old man, bring me a piece of window paper. The window in the guest room is broken and needs to be repaired." The old woman's hoarse voice came in from outside.
Jiang Ning was so shocked that he sat down at the Eight Immortals table next to him and poured himself a bowl of crude tea to drink.
Dong dong dong...
There was a knock on the door, and Wang Yan saw that he was not in a good state, so she ran to open the door.
At the door, Sun Hu, who was holding a knife, showed his white teeth and smiled at the two people in the room: "You two immortals are about to kill the pig, why don't you come out and take a look?"
Wang Yan was so frightened that she backed away.
Fortunately, Jiang Ning got up and came over, stood in front of her, smiled and said: "Okay, speaking of which, I have never seen a pig slaughtered before, and I have a lot of experience today."
Sun Hu laughed naively, turned around and walked towards the yard.
In the yard, which I hadn't seen just now, there was now a fat pig, slapping and slapping its nose against the ground.
Seeing Sun Hu coming, the six or seven young men stood up one after another. After calling the village chief, some rolled up their sleeves, looking eager to try.
"Let's do it!" Sun Hu shouted.
Under the tossing of a group of men, it didn't take long for a pig to be divided into four large pots, including the ribs, tenderloin, front and rear legs, pig guts, etc.
Wang Yan has no interest in killing pigs and can't survive. She doesn't know what she is doing in her room at the moment. Only Jiang Ning is sitting in the yard, always watching with cold eyes.
The one-eyed old woman was helping to clean up the pig waste and wash it when she saw her reaching out and pulling out a ball of mud-like stuff and throwing it aside.
Jiang Ning glanced at the mud subconsciously, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
What kind of mud is that thing? It is clearly the torn corners of clothes. Judging from its material, it is definitely not the fruit silk cloth that can be worn in the village!
The reason why Jiang Ning can recognize the fabric at a glance is... Henry Zhang likes to wear this kind of fabric the most!
***The author has something to say***
Something happened today and I was delayed. I don’t know if I can update twice. I’ll try my best. If not, I’ll find an opportunity to make up for it.