I followed the fool and ran out of the yard and ran a long way. I looked back from time to time. The man lying in the mud did not chase him out.
I don't know how the fool was so courageous just now, why suddenly he wilted, dropped his shovel and ran away, I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't ask anything.
After running with the fool for a long time, he was exhausted and panting, but he refused to stop. He ran to a place about ten miles away from the small mountain village. The fool panted and slowed down.
At this moment, my mind is all squishy, silly, and I don't understand what's going on at all. Who is the man lying in the mud? A fool should know the other person, otherwise he would not directly hack him with a shovel.
On the west side of the small mountain village, there is a hillside, over the hillside, it is still an endless mountain. After the idiot over the hillside, he sat down at the foot of the mountain. After chasing, the fool was relieved.
There is a deep sense of helplessness in staying with such a person. When talking to him, he is like a dead person. He doesn't make a sound or moves. When he doesn't talk to him, he keeps out of moths.
Moreover, the fool himself is full of doubts. The appearance of Er Maozi has actually proved that the fool is a person in the village, but the fool is definitely not an ordinary fool, and he is beyond the reach of the vast majority of people in this world.
What is the secret of the fool? He has always had this ability? When I caught Ermaozi just now, I didn't have time to ask, but now I want to ask, but it's too late.
At this time, the fool became stupid again, looking down at the ants on the ground. The two of them couldn't stay here all the time. I couldn't help it anymore. I patted the fool and asked, "Do you know that person just now? Who is he?"
"He..." The fool had a reaction this time, raised his head, rolled his eyes and said, "He is not a human... but a ghost..."
What the idiot said was the same as he didn’t say. I turned my head and looked at it. There was still no one coming after me, but the uneasy feeling in my heart became more intense. I always feel that I have been in this ghost place for a long time, nothing. benefit.
Although I really want to know who the person lying in the mud pit is, he can stay behind, and if there is another accident, there will be no way to deal with it.
"I can't fight him..." The fool lowered his head again, looking at the dusty ground, and said: "Can't fight him..."
The idiot may have just tried for a while, thinking that he is not the opponent of the person in the mud, and then decisively escaped. I escaped now, and the other party didn't pursue it, but I suddenly didn't know how to settle the fool.
Before I came to the village, I thought about entrusting the fool to one place. But now, I always think that fools are not ordinary people and cannot be perfunctory.
I cautiously took the fool to leave from here, and the fool did not have any unnecessary reaction, and told him to go and he left. I clearly remember the way when I came, but I was afraid of encountering any danger, so I walked very slowly.
I want to go, but I am not reconciled. This matter is definitely related to the universe. In a wasteland near the village, I stopped. As soon as I stopped, the fool stopped and looked up at me stupidly.
"
Alas, are you really stupid or fake? "I looked at the fool, and the look in his eyes revealed a faint gaze that I didn't even know who it was. Sometimes, he seemed to be more awake than the average person.
"Don't leave yet..."
"what?"
"Don't leave yet..." The fool raised his head, looked at the sky that had begun to light up, and said, "There is still someone coming..."
"Who else is coming?"
"I have no idea… "
"You don't know who is coming, so you have to wait here? What are you waiting for?"
"Don't go now..." The fool didn't explain, he just lay down on the ground and stopped moving.
I think that since the fool did this, there is a reason, so I chose to believe him again and hid with him in this wasteland.
The sky gradually brightened, and the small mountain village was completely quiet. There were no living people in the whole village, and the silence made people feel palpitation.
The fool and I were struggling for days. He didn't care about anything. He lay down and fell asleep, but I didn't dare to close my eyes, and kept looking around. The fool slept until the afternoon, and got up to find dry food in his bag. I originally wanted to take a nap, but the fool was often unreliable. I didn't dare to sleep, so I kept my eyes open.
The idiot woke up and was full, still sitting there looking at the sky, looking like a fool, but also unpredictable.
I have been looking far away, but in the vast mountains, the peaks and ridges rise one after another, and I can't see too far away, nor can I see the people who the fool said to come here.
Just like that, the time passed invisibly in the middle of the afternoon, and it was dusk again in a blink of an eye. The fool who had been looking at the sky suddenly stood up and said, "Go."
"where to?"
"In the village."
The idiot lowered his head and walked towards the village. He walked quickly. I hurriedly followed. The two people followed the same path and came to the village near the village. When he got here, the footsteps of the fool slowed down, and he specifically detoured from the road behind the previous yard.
There are houses everywhere in the village, so it's easy to hide. The fool and I hid between the row of huts in the back, showing our heads, and we can just see the path leading to the yard.
Not long after the two of us hid here, a figure appeared at the intersection of the path. The figure is obviously not familiar with this place, staring back and forth between the small roads in the village.
I squinted and saw that the figure was an old man, wearing a long blue gown covered with dust. He has long, gray hair, his hair tied up in a wooden hairpin.
The old man didn't seem to have a good temper, and he became anxious after walking around the village for a while, but when he approached the small courtyard, he was immediately alert.
I know that the person in the mud pit is still there, whether it is the stale bloody smell or the breath of the person in the mud pit, it can arouse the vigilance of the master.
Sure enough, the old man stared at the yard, immediately converged, and slowly approached. I don't know the origin of the other party. I hide in the dark and dare not move around. The idiot is also very honest now, shrinking his neck, showing only half of his head, and staring there.
The courtyard door was open, and last night, Er Maozi’s body was thrown up from the pit and remained beside the cave. The old man reached the open courtyard door and slowly pulled out a hand from his body. A small sword that is one foot long.
That little sword is scarlet red, it doesn’t look at all
Sharp, mostly like something like a magic weapon.
"Bloodheart Mahogany..." The fool looked at the little sword that the old man had taken out, and whispered: "Bloodheart Mahogany sword..."
I am not a god who catches demons and lowers demons. I don't know much about these magical weapons. But a fool seems to have a better knowledge than me, and I can tell the origin of this small sword at once.
The Taoist priests of Maoshan usually used peach wood swords for their practice. Peach wood is also divided into three or six grades. Some people say that the lightning strike peach wood sword is the best. That kind of peach wood was struck and beaten by the sky thunder, but he was lucky enough to not die. Mu's heart carried the pure sun aura of the sky thunder, which was a weapon to ward off evil spirits.
But only those who really know the industry know that the real top peach trees are produced in a place called Yinshan Gorge. Yinshan Gorge does not see sunlight all the year round, and it has always been hazy with a heavy dead air. It is difficult for anything to survive.
On the back of Yinshan Gorge, you can occasionally see a few peach trees. In such peach trees, occasionally they can grow into blood-hearted mahogany. The heart of the tree is blood-red, the most yin thing, and it is used to make a mahogany sword, which is based on the principle of treating evil with evil.
This responds to the old folk saying that the wicked still need the wicked to grind.
Blood-hearted peaches are extremely rare, and it is rare for many people to pursue an inch in their lives. This shameless old man has a blood-hearted mahogany sword that is one foot long, which is considered the best.
The old man took out the small sword and walked slowly into the yard. Although I don't know his origin, there is no doubt that the people in the mud pit in the yard have been noticed by the old man.
"You're really good." I turned my head and looked at the fool around me. I was curious and admired. The fool is a scheming man. He can tell the truth about everything. I already knew that someone was coming to the small village in the morning. The person refuses to go from here.
"He's gone." The fool looked at the old man walking into the yard, as if a little excited and nervous.
"You know Bloodheart Mahogany Sword, do you know that old man?"
"Blood-hearted mahogany sword is the ancestral treasure of the Niu family..." The fool stared at the small courtyard intently and said: "This is the eighth generation..."
I thought to myself, this old man with the sword must have done it after he entered the door, otherwise he would not be so tense.
Sure enough, not long after the old man entered the yard, there was a muffled sound immediately, followed by a ping-pong-pong sound.
The fool rallied and ran out of the hiding place one by one, then walked around the house not far away, and climbed up with great effort.
With my help, the idiot climbed to the roof. From here, he could see the scene in the yard over there. He was condescending and he could see clearly.
The silence in the yard was suddenly broken. When I climbed up the roof and looked around, I didn’t see the old man for the time being. The dust and weeds on the ground were swept by an invisible force, covering the sky.
The yard was full of chaotic blades of grass and dust, and I couldn't see clearly, but I could hear fierce collisions inside.
Bang! ! !
Just as I was staring at the yard with all my attention, a figure flew out from the mess of dust.
This figure is the old man holding the wooden sword, apparently knocked out by a strong force. The old man is getting older, but his body is as strong as steel bars and iron.
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