The scorching sunset on the top of the mountain slowly dissipated between the mountains with a burst of cooking smoke. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The song drifting in the deep mountains drifts into the distance with the clouds on the horizon, which makes people fascinated and bold.

The pure riverbed reflects the sweaty faces of the children returning from the herding of cows.

The married girl counted the bits and pieces of love and slowly fell asleep, and the young man who had been busy all day looked at the moon and stretched his waist.

This is how the peaceful village sleeps.

The night is so deep, and the mountains with no end in sight seem so mysterious. The vast mountains are dotted with countless large and small towns and villages.

In an instant, a white light rushed up from the east mountain of Liaojia Village, illuminating all the peaceful villages in this area. After shaking the mountains for a while, the light that had not dissipated for a long time extended to an unknown distance.

"All the samurai in the village quickly arrived at the village chief's house, and the villagers withdrew from their houses, avoided the mountain, and gathered in the spacious martial arts training ground," a loud and kind voice guided the whole village.

"What the hell is going on?" said the panicked women and the old men to each other, and the cries of children made the strange scene even more disturbing.

"The child is taking care of Xiao Yi at home, Xiao Hua and I will go to the village chief's house and gather with other samurai, we must know what happened"

"Well, I must come back safely"

"Boy, hurry up" a loud voice urged the young son!

"Yiyi, take care of my mother at home, I'll go back with my father" Six-year-old Zhao Hua explained to his sister who was two years younger than him.

"Brother, I'm afraid"

"Don't be afraid, with my brother here, nothing big will happen!

"Newspaper..."High-pitched announcements were heard one after another in the eighteen capitals of Liuzhou.

"Lord of the Mansion, I am a white pillar of light rising into the sky in the south of the territory of the guest capital of the Heavenly Mansion, it is really suspicious" The chief manager Huang Li arrived cautiously.

"Got it, stand down" The voice came slowly, and at the front of the desk sat a middle-aged man with a resolute face.

Zhao Hua, a six-year-old one-yuan samurai, ran at the same speed as an ordinary adult, and after a while, he followed his father to the courtyard of the village chief.

This is an ordinary few rooms, a gray stone green tile house, a simple yard fenced, seeing that there are already more than 20 strong men in the yard, Zhao Hua said to his father: "Father, we came quite early, I don't know when Ergouzi and their family will arrive, don't let me catch him."

"When you arrive, don't make any noise" his father Liao Dongming arrived.

The roaring bonfire burned even more vigorously as the samurai arrived one after another. In the room sat three white-haired old men and a chubby, middle-aged man.

A martial artist who had been silent for a long time said, "For the safety of the whole village, we should leave here as soon as possible."

The thin old man with gray hair said with a bitter face, "This is where our ancestors have lived for generations, can we give up if we leave?"

"Hehe, I think I'm still running away with my girls" The old man with a childish face and white hair, and even a white beard, laughed and didn't have a serious face.

Chen thought for a long time, and the village chief, who sat in the first place, said, "Okay, everyone is almost there, go out with me."

"Father, when will I be able to cultivate to the Nine Yuan Warrior?"

"Twenty years old!"

"I also want to be like Liao Qiang's martial artist and become a nine-yuan warrior at the age of seventeen"

Looking at his confident son, "It is said that the young Liao Qiang martial artist is a young genius in the village, and when he cultivated to the nine-yuan warrior, he went to the outside of the mountain to experience five years of training and came back to the two-yuan martial artist, and brought back the beautiful Aunt Hu." Stinky boy, hurry up and cultivate, and bring me a beautiful daughter-in-law back in the future. ”

"When I grow up, I will also return to the village and become a martial artist in the martial arts training ground like Liao Qiang's martial artist," Zhao Hua, looking at the powerful martial artist, secretly sweared.

The village chief walked in front of everyone neatly: "Everyone be quiet, Liao Wen and Liao Qiang, the two of you will take twenty people to Dongshan to see how the situation is, if you find anything Liao Wen, you will come back immediately and report to me, and the others will follow me to appease the frightened villagers!" Then everyone took torches and divided into two pairs and disappeared into the village chief's house.

With the arrival of the village chief and the warriors, the martial arts training ground seemed much quieter, the frightened children slowly fell asleep in the mother's nursery rhymes, and the field frogs in the river pond also followed the children into sleep, watching the docile bonfire swaying in the wind, as if it had the magic of hypnosis, so that the panicked old woman gradually fell asleep peacefully. As if nothing had happened, the village was still so peaceful, with many little things entangled in their sleep, and some happy dreams, which told that tomorrow they would have to pay back their neighbors and three buckets of mung beans, and tomorrow they would go to Tajia to borrow a scimitar and go up the mountain to cut wood, and the young man would express his admiration for the girl he liked in his dreams. A quiet village may be all but the early insects on the hill and the woman who is looking forward to the safe return of her husband.

Gradually, the sky is covered with fish belly, and the morning light brings the original intention of all things, making the earth glow with life.

At this time, a simple study room in the village chief's house was a little messy, and the village chief's gray hair was also a little messy. On the dilapidated desk was a yellowed book of unknown age. "Alas, do you really want to leave your homeland!" as if the back of a few years old disappeared at the door......

Liaojia Village martial arts training ground is a square square with a length of 200 meters and a width of 150 meters, and the west side of the martial arts training ground in the east-west direction is the martial arts hall, and the east side is the martial arts hall. In the early morning on weekdays, in front of the Yanwutang, Martial Master Liao Qiang will practice different boxing techniques for the young boys, and loudly guide the young children to moves. As for the martial arts hall, the old man Liao Wen took three or four girls to read the books borrowed from the village chief's house all day long, and he sat on the futon and didn't know what to think, maybe he was sleeping. Sometimes I will dance some good-looking dances, not to mention those girls, who walk lightly and twist and pinch beautifully.

And today's lecture martial arts hall is only the village head, and the sun is three poles. Smoke rises. A figure descended from the sky and shot directly into the lecture hall.

"Lecturer Liao Wen hurriedly tell me what is happening on the East Mountain?" the village chief asked the arriving lecturer Liao Wen.

"Village chief, after last night's investigation in Dongshan, I didn't find anything abnormal," Liao Wenzhengse, who hurriedly drank saliva, replied.

"Did you find anything weird?"

"There are only a few stones that have fallen due to ground movement on the east mountain, and the rest are gone."

"Well, you can go back and rest first!" the village chief, who sat down, slowly relaxed. Two hours later, Martial Master Liao Qiang and the twenty warriors all brought back the same news, and at this time, the village chief's tightly knit brows seemed to loosen naturally.

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