Fang Yuefeng's face was inherently gloomy, but it was actually not suitable for speaking in this kind tone, which made people feel that people were always brewing some conspiracy.
Fang Yuefeng looked about forty and was quite a normal person. He never thought that he would be that old monster, the king of the Jing clan. From the Song Dynasty to the present for thousands of years, the Song Dynasty may have lived a long time before. When I think of this, listening to him is a little awkward. If this is caught and handed over to the country, it would be great. Speaking of it, Chongyang is also very likely to be from the Song Dynasty. If his instinct is correct, he should be the one who brought the Song Dynasty army into the underground palace of the Qing clan. If you say this, don't these two people have enmity? One group lifted the nest of the other group. Chongyang has no memory, and I don't know if Fang Yuefeng remembers it. To be honest, this name really doesn't match his identity.
As for what Fang Xiangshi is? I thought about it for a while, and I haven't heard of this thing. Is it a person or doesn't know anything.
Bai Ye smiled, I knew he was going to act like that.
"Sichuan and Shu Fangshi? He was once famous"
"Dingding is famous, why don't I know?" I asked.
"I said it was famous in the past. Fang Xiangshi evolved from the branch of Taoism in Sichuan. It was passed down in the form of a family. Because most of them were surnamed Fang, they were called "Fang Xiangshi." Fang Xiangshi passed on from generation to generation, and the craftsmanship was lost from generation to generation. Until now, they only have to dance the Nuo opera and dance to deceive people." Bai Ye shook his head, "It is estimated that these people who kidnapped us are Fang Xiangshi, right? ."
"It's true. We didn't expect our Shao Clan to become like this." Fang Yuefeng smiled, "But it doesn't matter, even so many ordinary people can watch you, so don't think about running away."
Bai Ye quickly retracted the eyes that were sweeping everywhere.
Those people threw us three sleeping bags and left us alone. I wanted to see how many of them there were, but they were all lying in their sleeping bags, so I left a few vigils.
But the accents of those people are all odd and weird. In addition to Fang Xinwu's Cantonese accent, there are also Shanxi, Henan, Hunan, and Northeast accents, but Sichuan accents still account for the majority. It can be seen that Fang Xiangshi's connection in modern times is no longer close, and they are scattered all over the country in various forms. Now the king of the Shao tribe has regained his consciousness.
As for what to gather to do, it depends on this trip to Guangxi. To be honest, I would be happy to be a bystander, but as a bystander I have to participate in it. I don’t know when I will die. It’s pretty good. Crap.
Lying in a sleeping bag and unable to fall asleep, I thought about it randomly: There is no tent, and I don't know if there are any beasts, but if they are limed, the lime should be useful. What if it rains, what should I do if it rains... Thinking of it in a daze, without any anxiety, I just fell asleep like that.
Was awakened by Chongyang the next day. The team is ready to go.
There is no way to go forward, so I can only walk. All three of our packages were returned to us, but everything that could be self-defense was gone. Fang Yuefeng and his party had thirty or forty people, each of them carried a bag from the boss, and they didn't know what they were pretending.
In fact, if you walk along a flat place, you can find that there used to be a road in the mountains, but it is hard to find. This reminds me of Immortal Village, where all the villagers have been moved by my grandfather. It is estimated that no one has moved in again. As time goes by, the road to the village is gone.
But Fang Yuefeng and the others were able to find this path accurately. We wouldn't know how long it would take if we hadn't followed him.
After walking for a long time, I noticed that one person was strange.
Walking in front of me, wearing a black hoodie and wearing a hat, I can't see anything. Walking is normal, but there is no one next to me, as if someone else was deliberately pulling away from him. When everyone else is sitting down and resting, that person does not rest, just stands there and walks occasionally.
I patted Huang Mao Fang Xinwu, this person is very easy to get along with, and he is willing to help if anything happens, "What's the matter with that person, weird?"
Fang Xinwu glanced at the man and said in a low voice: "I don't know, this group of Sichuan boys brought it here."
"Sichuan boy?"
"You haven't noticed it yet? Although we are all gathered by Fang Yuefeng from various local sages, we still have a close relationship. Like those Sichuanese, they are the source of our Fang sages. Of course Fang Yuefeng believes more. They, we can only be marginal ones."
"Then you still come?"
"I have to come, don't you know how many of Sichuan Zai are great? If you don't come, you will die."
"What does that weirdo have to do with Sichuan Boy?"
"Sichuan Tsai brought that weird man over, and he has never given him anything to eat. That man is like a zombie. I've seen it. It's not a human being!"
Like a zombie? It wouldn't be the things in the canyon, I met it on the fourth floor of Baisi, and the address clerk's work note that I received mentioned it, but there is still a sense of sane in front of me. It won't hurt people. "
Fang Xinwu looked at my expression and said, "Hey, what do you think, don't you want to mess with that thing? I tell you that those Sichuan boys are very good and have bad tempers."
I was bored and wanted to see Fang Xiangshi's craftsmanship, so the other party's new martial arts: "You are also Fang Xiangshi, show me your hands?"
"Oh, what Fang Xiangshi? I only knew I belonged to this stuff when I was 18 years old. Now I have nothing to do with Fang Xiangshi except that my name is still in the hands of those Sichuan boys."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Juan yard boy, I'm in Macau, and my business is doing a lot. If you go to Macau to gamble, you'll find me."
"What is Junket Operator?"
"The Juniper is just lending money to those gamblers."
"The most business with gamblers, can't you lose your life?"
"In fact, the profits of our business can still cover bad debts." Speaking of this, Fang Xinwu seemed very proud.
After walking for a day, I finally saw the remains of a village in the twilight before the sun set. In the gloomy mountain mist, ruined walls stood silently. My heartbeat speeds up a bit. I have had a deep friendship with this village for a long time. I heard his name and missed him. Now that I am finally at hand, I hope this trip will be safe and sound, and solve everything by the way, so that I can continue to chew on the old in comfort!
Because the mountain was dark, I ran into the person ahead of me when I walked in a hurry. It was tough. I rubbed my head and said I'm sorry.
The man stopped and said nothing, then turned and looked down at me.
Bai Ye and Chongyang came over with a flashlight and dangled them, probably because they were afraid that I would suffer, "What are you doing!"
Just after speaking, Chongyang was stunned. (End of this chapter)