Since Qinglin Village is not bordered by major cities, the village feels a little abandoned by the mountain, but this sense of indifference is deeply loved by the people in the village.
There is no intrigue in the whole village, and the villagers are simple and peaceful, which has been the case in this village for thousands of years.
until…
"Boom."
A huge roar resounded throughout Qinglin Village, and in front of the village's altar stood a group of people dressed in the costumes of members of the Outer Gang.
In front of them, there was a young man lying with blood on the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground, and many villagers gathered around him.
Many villagers stood up with their chests out. Although their strength was not half that of the gang members, they were not afraid.
"Oh, what's the matter, you still want to fight with us?"
A man with a face full of gang members grinned and sneered. He stretched out his hand to take a picture of the group of villagers, and the group of villagers felt a suction pull them over.
"What are you doing?"
A silk ribbon slammed towards the man with the sound of breaking the wind. The man's eyes slanted, and he dexterously turned a few times towards it. The ribbon fell to the ground and blasted a big hole where he stood before. The stone splashed to the ground.
The visitor was Zuo Mo, who came from the medicine garden. Behind her, there were Xiao Ting and the teenager who ran towards her with a medicine basket on their backs.
"Zuo Mo."
The villagers called out Zuo Mo's name, and the injured man came over with the support of everyone and gave her a look.
Zuo Mo nodded lightly and pushed back with his right hand.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Zuo Mo stared at the gang members and said.
"What are you doing, of course it's collecting taxes." One of the members of the outer door of the gang walked out and said with narrowed eyes, "Don't you know that the village you live in now belongs to our gang's territory, and your life here is like living in the city. Paying rent, mining and planting medicine also need to pay taxes to our gang. We have come to inform you in advance, and this time we are here to ask for money.”
"Why don't I know about this, you told me that the gang had been here."
Zuo Mo's eyes sank, and he looked at an elder beside him. This old man is the most virtuous and respected person in Qinglin Village, as well as the village chief of this village.
"At that time, the villages could still get the money they wanted, so they didn't tell you. But this time they came, but they grew longer."
"Of course it will be longer. The last time I came here was half a year ago. When you come back, shouldn't you pay us the rent for the past six months?"
The members of the outer door all laughed, Zuo Mo pursed his lips and said.
"Don't deceive people too much."
She won't ask how much the gang charges.
First, even if she asked herself, she did not have the funds to help the village solve the problem.
Second, the old village chief would say that just now. Obviously, they want more money than the village can afford.
Third, these people are scoundrels. If you give it to them, they will come here to ask for it more recklessly in the future.
A cold glow flashed in his eyes, the incomparably soft satin in his hand instantly turned into harder than a steel knife, immortal energy surged around his body, forming a cyclone around Zuo Mo, and the immortal king's breath was instantly released.
"Not bad, I haven't seen such a beautiful fairy queen for a long time."
The gang members came out of a famous young man. This person has a thunderbolt head and a phoenix eye. His cheekbones are prominent, his eye sockets are sunken, his lips are a little purple, and there is a silver ring at the corner of his mouth. different.
"This is a preparatory inner disciple of the gang."
Someone in the village whispered that although Qinglin Village was isolated from the world, it was not completely isolated.
They also go out to trade every year. Although they don't stay in the town for a long time, it is difficult for them to understand the current sphere of influence of the gang.
Zuo Mo also frowned. The basic condition for preparing inner disciples is the Immortal King.
Although she is also a master at the level of the Immortal King, but she is not as sophisticated as the opponent in equipment and Taoism.
"This beauty, we are also doing things according to the rules and regulations. We are not thinking of asking you to pay taxes and rent. This is what the gang asked us to do. If your village can pay 300,000 cents now, then I'm leaving now. If we can't, we'll have to resort to extreme measures."
The prepared inner disciple rubbed his chin and glanced twice at the graceful figure.
"Of course, if you're willing to come with me... Then I'll take the money from your village for you. It's only 300,000 cents, and I can still take out this small amount of money."
"You are farting!" the man who was injured before shouted angrily.
"Wang Nan, step back and leave it to me." Zuo Mo squinted at the members of the gang and said, "Since you are doing things in accordance with the rules and regulations, then please show me your documents. As long as you can get it out. , 300,000 cents will be handed over to you a lot, if you can't... then I'm sorry, we have no money."
"It's really poor mountains and bad waters that make troublesome people!"
The shady hum of the prepared inner disciple, suddenly, the violent immortal energy was released like a spring.
"I have given you a chance. Either hand over the money to me now, or... the whole village should not even think about living. Yes, little beauty, you can survive."
The middle stage of the fairy king.
As soon as the other party released his immortal power, Zuo Mo had a sense of his strength.
The basic condition for being able to ascend from the lower realm to the God Race is the pinnacle of the Immortal King, and the same goes for Zuo Mo.
It's just that after ascending to Divine Mountain, the power will be concentrated here. At this time, Zuo Mo is only the strength of the early stage of the Immortal King. Moreover, she is not good at fighting, and facing the middle stage of the Immortal King, her odds of winning are probably not 40%, but 10%.
The eyes of the surrounding villagers also flashed with anger, and many villagers were even more mournful.
"Is this really the teacher of benevolence and righteousness that is well-known outside?"
They have lived in Qinglin Village for generations without contention, but the gang broke their peaceful life.
Even Zuo Mo couldn't help clenching his fists.
this gang...
It's really bad.
"You guys better get out of here, and tell you, my sister Zuo Mo's Taoist companion is Ye Zichen. Ye Zichen, do you know, if you let him know that you are bullying us like this, sister Zuo Mo's Taoist companion will not let you go of."
Xiao Ting, who was carrying the medicine basket, stood behind Zuo Mo and stuck her head out, shouting angrily at the gang members.
Mentioning Ye Zichen, the members of the gang froze for a moment. In an instant, arrogance and disdain flashed in their eyes.
"Master Ye, you really dare to say it. Then I'll tell you the same thing. Master Ye is our master. Why haven't we heard that Master Ye has such a Taoist companion?"
And at this time...
A young man in a black robe suddenly appeared in the center of the village. His handsome face was accompanied by indifference, and his dark eyes were deep enough to make people sink.
Everyone in the village, including the preparatory inner disciple of the gang, felt a shudder in their hearts.
It was a trembling from the depths of the soul, and everyone felt awe, and almost didn't dare to look at the black-robed youth.
"Who is this?"
Whether it was the villagers or the gang member center, such doubts arose, and the pupils of the inner disciple who were preparing for it were beating violently.
At the moment when the black-robed man appeared, he actually felt that his immortal power had become disordered and out of control.
"I recognize this Taoist companion, but this disciple of you... I've never seen it before."