In fact, there are several villagers around Mo Li, and everyone came from the direction of the village head's house.
Zhang Dezi was in a panic and just wanted to get out as soon as possible. He didn't even look at it, he pointed and said, "Someone in his family was an official of the Chu Dynasty, and later escaped to our small place. Big box!!"
The old scholar's eyes swept across the ink carp, thinking that this son is indeed not an ordinary person.
The poor in the countryside cannot support such people.
The villagers on the side were shocked and angry, and couldn't help but say, "Zhang Dezi, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"This little man just came to our village yesterday. How do you know what his ancestors did?"
Zhang Dezi was stunned, only to realize that the person he was referring to was Mo Li.
The old village chief came over panting, supported by his son, his beard shaking with anger. The other villagers didn't react, but he was clear, what did he do as an official of the Chu Dynasty? Isn't this his family's business
"Zhang Dezi, you lost your head!"
The old village chief was heartbroken. He vaguely felt that the old Confucian scholar who captured Zhang Dezi was very strange.
They are a small village, and even the tax collectors can't afford to offend them. Every year, the corvée has to pay up and down, and they need to put in some money to let the villagers come back whole, instead of being smashed and broken arms and legs, or people coming back thin and out of shape. A serious illness immediately disappeared.
"...What nonsense are you talking about?" The village chief looked at the old scholar anxiously.
He didn't dare to look too obvious, and hoped in his heart that this person would not have any big background.
The old scholar's attention was still on the ink carp.
Among a group of villagers, the ink carp can be said to be out of place and unusually calm.
When Mo Li heard the word "Golden Silk", he was sure that Zhang Dezi had heard what he said last night, and Zhang Dezi mistakenly thought that it belonged to the village chief's house.
Mo Li's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.
If he had kept the golden armor a little tighter and paid more attention to it, there would be no such accident today.
So far, we must find out what Zhang Dezi said nonsense outside, how many people heard it, and what is the origin of this old Confucian scholar, is it also for the golden silk armor
Mo Li was looking for a gerbil while he was looking around from the corner of his eye.
—Not on the ground, not in the corners of the walls.
In addition to the villagers who went out to the market, there were also women and children with limited mobility. Almost all the rest of the village came. With such a big movement, it was impossible for Meng Qi not to notice the situation here. Could it be that he was stumped by something
Mo Li has no experience in rivers and lakes. Although his expression is nothing, he secretly pays attention to the behavior around him, but he can't hide it from people who care.
The old Confucian scholar squinted his eyes and smiled, apparently thinking that Mo Li wanted to escape with a guilty conscience, and the so-called calm was just a forced pretense. No matter whose descendant this is, how do you know about this place, since you are afraid, it means that you have no great ability.
Mo Li didn't know that the other party had thought so much, he was worried about the gerbil.
Meng Guoshi's martial arts are higher than him, so there is nothing to worry about, but the gerbil is different.
What if the gerbil suddenly can't change back to human form? Meng Qi's condition attacks again, what should I do if she faints on the spot
The more Mo Li thought about it, the more he felt that it was inappropriate for him to let the gerbils go out to inquire about the news. When he was upset, he suddenly saw a familiar figure strolling on the wall next to him.
"… "
The chubby gerbil walked slowly along the earthen wall, walked over again, and again and again.
Not only Mo Li saw him, but other people also noticed, including the unidentified old Confucian scholar.
Because this fat mouse is too arrogant, how can there be such a bold mouse? So fat! Was it raised in a rice tank
A villager instinctively picked up the bamboo pole and was about to hit it. The fat rat quickly jumped to a tree beside the wall and hid in the leaves, completely invisible. The villagers thought in shock, this mouse was so fat that it seemed that it couldn't walk, why did it suddenly become sensitive and couldn't even hit it
Yes, Meng Qi showed up specially to not worry Mo Li. He thought he was pacing calmly and gracefully, but in the eyes of the villagers, he was too fat to run.
"Whose rice jar was stolen? I saw a big mouse!"
"... No, it's not very big, but it's very fat!"
"No, I want to go home and see!"
The villagers were so nervous that they almost forgot about Zhang Dezi.
"Shut up!"
The old Confucian roared, and his voice was filled with internal energy. How could ordinary people stand it? He only felt that his head was smashed, his ears were buzzing, the world was spinning, and a few people with weaker constitutions were directly planted. fell to the ground.
The ink carp instinctively resisted with internal force, so the villagers beside him and behind him were all right.
When the old village chief saw the crooked villagers, he was shocked, and knew that he had met a "superior", that is, the kind of people in the rivers and lakes that storytellers often say, who can tear down a restaurant and kick over a single word if they disagree. Street stall.
How can this be offended
The old village chief quickly held down his son and said in a panic, "This... this..."
Because I really can't call it a hero, it's not right to call it a hero, and it's not right to call it a strong man. The village head can only bite the bullet and ask: "Is this here looking for something? Our village is small and poor, and we really have nothing."
"nonsense!"
Zhang Dezi suddenly jumped up, he pointed at the village chief, and said loudly, "I heard it really well last night! Fellow folks, do you know why the Snitch came here, just for the treasure of his family! It's Jinsi... Anyway, it's It's gold, it's very valuable! I think this guy who came to our village yesterday is also aiming for this!"
The villagers were shocked, not because the village chief had treasure, but how did Zhang Dezi know about this, and how did the Snitch know about it? Xiao Lang, who came yesterday, is very talkative, not like a bad guy!
Mo Li didn't speak, and he didn't even look at Zhang Dezi.
The old scholar stroked his beard and said contemptuously, "Junior, who are you from?"
"Isn't it rude to ask people instead of asking about his family?" Mo Li waved at the village chief, motioning them to leave quickly.
"Humph!" The old scholar hummed heavily and said arrogantly, "I think who would dare to leave?"
Mo Li knew that this person was coming for the golden armor. Even if this was solved, there was still one in the ancestral hall, and he didn't know what the nonsense Zhang Dezi was talking about outside, so he simply decided to take this matter down.
After all, it was he who brought the golden armor here, and was accidentally seen by the thief.
Mo Li looked up at the canopy where the gerbil was hiding, and then said coldly, "Ming people don't speak secretly, I'm afraid your Excellency is here for the golden armor!"
The old Confucian scholar's eyes lit up, revealing an expression that was as expected.
"Junior, since you are also a caring person and you have caught up here, as long as you hand over the golden armor, I will let you go." The old scholar kicked Zhang Dezi away, who was still trying to say something, and the latter fell. I fell out and didn't get up for a long time.
Zhang Dezi's daughter-in-law was called out. She was wearing tattered clothes. Seeing this scene, she hurried over to help Zhang Dezi.
"Dezi's, what's wrong with you? Why are you dressed like this?"
The woman wept silently, Zhang Dezi vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and passed out.
She shouted in a panic, but none of the villagers came to help, and they were busy rescuing the person who was stunned by the sound just now.
It was the village chief's son who went over to ask questions, and the woman cried and said about Zhang Dezi's gambling.
"Yes, this guy lost everything in the casino, and shouted that he immediately found a treasure pawn and came back to turn over the book. If others didn't believe it, he swears and swears about your village's robbers and a golden treasure. I also pawned a small golden toad half a year ago, like it was dug out of the soil." The old scholar looked at everyone with a malicious smile, as if he wanted to see the reaction of the villagers.
As a result, he didn't wait to accuse each other, nor did he see the scuffle and scolding, only the disbelieving eyes of the villagers.
Although the villagers don't know what the village chief's house is, let alone what the golden armor is, they are not stupid. How much trouble will Zhang Dezi bring to the village by talking nonsense like this outside.
Because Zhang Dezi disguised well on weekdays, and everyone in the village was very close, no one would have thought that Zhang Dezi was such a person.
Mo Li wanted to lure the man away, so he said, "There is no golden armor in this village, and no one knows about it. In fact..."
The old Confucian scholar showed his body, pointed at the eagle hook, and grabbed it abruptly.
Mo Li easily avoided, the old scholar was a little surprised, but still sneered: "You junior, Qinggong is not bad. Unfortunately, your rhetoric is useless to me. The golden toad that this gambler pawns is a feng shui object of Tibetan style. The golden silk armor can't get rid of them!"
"The golden silk armor is in my hands, if you want to take it, come here!" Mo Li said decisively.
Instead of letting people guess the whereabouts of the golden armor, it is better to confirm the person who got the treasure, and completely save the village from trouble.
The old scholar's eyes showed killing intent, and he said strangely: "Alright! It's saving the old man's business!"
At this time, Zhang Dezi was woken up by his daughter-in-law, and he shouted when he opened his mouth.
"Killing! Killing! A lot of blood!"
When he saw the old Confucian scholar, he was even more frightened and flinched. After recovering, he cried to the villagers: "He, he killed everyone in the casino! And the people in the pawnshop! I don't want to, run away! !"
There was an uproar, Zhang Dezi grabbed the woman and ran away, tripping several times in the process, causing his head to bleed.
The old scholar raised his hand with a palm, and Mo Li stopped him directly, and the two of them passed ten strokes in an instant.
The opponent's tricks are ruthless and vicious, and the ink carp seals the tricks without leaking, and even a little bit of ease.
The old Confucian scholar was very surprised, and the tricks in his hands were even tighter.
"Zunjia intends to kill everyone here, just to prevent others from knowing that you have golden armor?"
Mo Li was angry, he saw that this old Confucianist martial arts are all evil ways, and the palm wind has a fishy stench. Hearing the tone, he is afraid that he has no intention of leaving a living hole for this village.
"Recently, people from all corners of the world rushed to Emperor Li's Mausoleum. Are you killing people so recklessly, do you want to silence them, or attract the attention of others? It's really stupid, and your evil deeds are monstrous!"
Mo Li's anger was only exchanged for a burst of laughter from the old scholar.
"Junior, when something like a corpse is set on fire, who can tell who left the fatal wound? Why would anyone know why they died? Since you bumped into this old man today, it's your bad luck. Alright, life is short and fortunate!"
Saying no more reservations, his momentum is like a tiger, and his moves are fast.
Every move is fatal, very cunning and ruthless.
The old Confucian scholar's martial arts are very high, and at least he has practiced the internal strength for a period of time. When the ink carp dodged, two tree trunks in a row were broken by him.
The tree fell, but the gerbil was nowhere to be seen.
Mo Li responded with all his attention, because he had to be careful not to affect the villagers who fled in a hurry, he had to take some tricks and not let the old scholar get close to that.
The old Confucian student became more and more frightened as he fought. He originally thought that dealing with such a junior was an easy task, but the other party not only took it, but also held him firmly in place, unable to kill if he wanted to.
He feinted, took out a handful of copper coins, raised his hand and threw it out.
The copper coin is not sharpened, but it is filled with internal force, and if it is hit on a person, it will break the tendons and fractures, and in severe cases will die.
Mo Li jumped out with a very fast movement, flicked his sleeves, and pocketed most of the coins. If he was not wearing an ordinary short jacket but a wide robe and wide sleeves, it is estimated that there would be no leakage.
Just as Mo Li was trying to make amends, a figure suddenly passed by.
The breath is familiar, wearing his own clothes and carrying his own luggage.
Mo Li moved for a while, only to see the man casually knock down the remaining hidden weapons. The second move's majestic internal force suddenly burst out, making people feel like they had hit a towering mountain, and the old scholar retreated in shock.
The third move is that the mountain collapses, as if the earth is shaking.
The ground sank three inches together, yellow sand filled the sky, and flying stones danced wildly.
In an instant, the old scholar was defeated by three moves, and the stance of squandering his internal strength made him turn pale and suspect that he had encountered a ghost. How could there be such a master in the world
Meng Qi didn't give him a chance to breathe at all.
If the previous offensive was like a mountain and a raging wave, now it is like a blazing sun.
The old scholar was sweating profusely, and he barely held up the terrifying internal force with both hands, and his eyes were stinging—the man's outer robe could not stand the force, and it was all broken, and then a streamer-like golden color was revealed. .
"Gold, silk, armor!"
The old scholar said word by word, and there was no greed in his eyes.
Because a hand had already appeared in front of his eyes, the old Confucianist retreated desperately, and the other party followed him like a shadow.
The majestic internal energy turned into essence, and the old scholar was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even use many life-saving tricks. He finally realized that it was not good, and he was anxious to escape.
The two figures have disappeared at the entrance of the village, leaving a deep imprint on the ground.
The traces spread all the way, and the villagers were stunned and speechless.
"Who are you?"
The old Confucian scholar's hissing shout came from a distance.
What responded to him was a clear and fluttering voice: "I am the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty, Meng Qi."
Then there was a tingling scream.
The crowd was terrified.
Ink carp: "… "
Doctor Mo was in a complicated mood. He originally wanted to carry the golden armor directly on his back. Anyway, because Young Master Jinfeng already had a good reputation, the rivers and lakes were all over the world, so those people thought that the golden armor was gone. To a mysterious master here! But Meng Qi actually saw through his intentions, ran back in the appearance of a gerbil, put on the golden armor, and hurriedly carried the trouble on his back.
In order to muddy the water, even the identity of the national teacher was used.
The author has something to say:
Debut, Meng Guoshi is about to officially become famous in the arena!
N years late to become famous.
The unrecognized Meng Guoshi, mentioned in the history books, said: Hmph.