Fang Lao?

There are two kinds of people in this world who will be called "Fang Lao", one is the old man surnamed "Fang", and the other is the chief leader of Miao Village. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I didn't leave, but subconsciously turned around, looked at the old man with an old face and a dry tobacco smell and shouted: "You, you are Mi'er's grandfather Long Lao Jiu, right?" ”

The old man glared at me, scolded me sternly, and said why do you ask so much, and leave quickly......

As he spoke, four or five Miao men jumped down from the roof, and each of these people had extremely strange patterns tattooed on their faces, which were extremely vicious.

And they were even more vicious than the pattern on their faces, stepping on the mud in the gutter, rushing to this side, the man at the head was naked, revealing strong muscles full of scars, seeing this old man, he was also subconsciously stunned, and asked Fang Lao, what do you mean by this?

The old man ignored them, but took a deep breath and said to me Wang Ming, you are Mi'er's only sustenance in this world, if you also die, you call Mi'er under the nine springs, how can you look at it?

When he had said this, he did not look at me, but turned around, took out a cigarette from his waist, and said to the men, "Whoever wants to arrest him, step over my corpse!" ”

The man who spoke just now was speechless, and the two young people who followed behind were obviously newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers, and were the most contemptuous of authority. ”

As he spoke, he rushed up like a vigorous cheetah.

"Let's go!"

The old man took a puff of the dry smoke gun in his hand, and the spark was exceptionally bright in the darkness. His roar woke me up, thinking that I was just a burden to stay here, and no one could save me, and staying away from here was my best choice.

I turned and left, and the men tried to rush up and catch me, but the old man stopped me.

I didn't look back, but I could hear the fierce collision between the dry tobacco pole and the Miao knife behind me, clanging, and each blow seemed to exhaust all its vitality.

I ran wildly, walking along the path between the hillside and the stilted building, thinking that this Fang Lao, ninety percent should be Mi'er's grandfather, that is, Fang Lao Long Lao Jiu in Miao Village, and if so, those people should not be his opponents.

Yes, it should be like this, if it was before, I might have thought that four or five strong men were not a problem for an old man, but after I became a cultivator, my thinking changed.

He'll be fine.

I comforted myself like this, but in fact, I was just constantly mentally suggesting that I would not feel so guilty.

In fact, other than that, my mind was almost blank at the time.

Everything that happened here was far beyond my imagination.

I don't know why Mi'er's father, Long Tianluo, would still have a dragon and a tiger without a heart, and he would put me to death, just as I didn't understand why he and Long Laojiu would want to kill their dearest daughter.

And what makes me even more incomprehensible is that Long Tianluo is chasing and killing us, why did Long Laojiu help?

As an elder of Miao Village, he should be the spiritual leader and ruler of all Miao people, but why are those Miao people not afraid of him?

I really don't know what secrets are hidden behind all this.

I don't want to know, because at the moment, the only thing I care about is why the road ahead is so rough, I ran so fast, I fell a lot in a row, rolled to the ground, and the whole person had a headache.

Seeing that we were about to reach the wall that we had climbed before, two people suddenly rushed diagonally from the side, and when they saw me, they immediately shouted: "It's him, catch this kid." ”

The two of them rushed to grab me, and the footsteps were quick, and when the first one reached over, I struck the man in the chest with a close hand.

The guy fell to the ground without saying a word, and the other guy, seeing that I was so fierce, subconsciously took two steps back, and then suddenly raised something in his hand.

I wanted to run away regardless of it, but when I saw something in the man's hand, I immediately froze.

It's a gun!

This thing is not a common gun on the market, but often appears in anti-Japanese dramas---- this kind of Mauser military pistol called box cannon and barge gun by the majority of Chinese people was born a hundred years ago, and was widely used in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression in the last century.

And I can tell from the black gloss on the guy's gunfire that it's most likely real.

If it were true, I would have turned around and fled at this time, and I would definitely have to eat the bullets.

Between the lightning and flint, I still chose to believe that there should be firearms from the previous world in this Miao Village, so I hurriedly raised my hand and shouted loudly Don't shoot, I won't move.

The man yelled at me viciously, "Turn around, crouch down, and put your head in your hands!" ”

I put my head in my hands and turned around, only to see a figure rushing out of the darkness and kicking the guy away.

Syllable!

The crisp gunfire was particularly loud in the night sky, I felt the chrysanthemum tighten, my whole body stiffened, and I thought I had been shot, and at this time, the black shadow rushed to me with a steaming heat, grabbed me, and anxiously shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up?" ”

It was an old ghost, and I finally came to my senses in a trance, and found that the palm of his hand holding my shoulder was covered in blood.

I followed him over the wall and ran towards the woods on the side.

As I ran, I asked him if he was hurt.

The old ghost told me that yes, but some of him belonged to him and some belonged to others, and he did not suffer; I asked me again where my master was, and the old ghost shook his head and said that he didn't know, he should have been left there.

I tensed, subconsciously stopped, and looked back, only to see a dozen black shadows over the wall, chasing us.

The old ghost dragged me and ran forward.

He persuaded me, saying Wang Ming, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, we will never be able to save your master when we turn back at this time, we will just go to death. We have to escape to have a chance to save him, do you remember what he told us before?

I nodded vigorously and said that I remembered, and he said that if anyone could escape, he would go to Liangxi, Jiangyin, and find a person called Yizijian.

The old ghost walked like a fly, and said that it was good to remember, and I told you, if you want to save your master, there is only this way to go.

I know that at this moment, I and the old ghost are not the opponents of the mysterious enemy in this Miao Village, and the result of brutal efforts is only a dead end, so at the moment, we can escape, which is the best way to save Master.

The two of them ran with their heads buried in their heads, and the old ghost was as fast as a leopard in the forest, and even if he took me with him, he didn't delay much to slow down.

At first we heard a dense chase behind us, but later on, it began to thin out.

After more than half an hour, we basically shook off all the chases of each other.

This is obviously not easy, because this is people's territory, they are very familiar with this mountain and water, we can't have a home advantage at all, only relying on the physical advantage of the old ghost to support.

The two of them crawled in a row, got rid of the tracking of the Dunan Jinji Miao people, and walked all the way, and finally arrived at the town when it was almost dawn.

By this time, both of us were exhausted, lying in a bamboo grove to the west of the town, unable to utter a word.

I lay down for a quarter of an hour, somewhat relieved, and got up, only to see that the old ghost was covered in scars, and there was even a knife mark on the left cheek from the eyebrow bone to the corner of the mouth, bloody, like a baby's cracked mouth.

I was shocked, stabbed him, and asked him how he was doing.

To be honest, I was really worried that the old ghost would die here.

It was a terrible situation.

The old ghost stretched out his dirty hand, touched the wound, grinned his teeth, and smiled bitterly, saying It's okay, I belong to Xiaoqiang, my life is hard, and I can't die.

I looked at the bright sky, remembered the rush of this night, and wanted to cry without tears, not knowing what to do.

The old ghost had spent more time in the rivers and lakes than me, and after resting a little, he went to the river with me to clean up the wounds on his body, and then made a hat from the farmer's house to cover his face.

Then, he took me to a seal building in the town.

He found his old classmate Niu Juan and told her about what we had encountered.

Niu Juan was shocked to see the two of us with blue noses and swollen faces and scars, and when she learned what happened to us, her first reaction was not to believe it.

To be honest, if I were her, I wouldn't believe it.

But if you don't believe it or not, Niu Juan still extended a helping hand to us, not only helped us buy various medicinal items, but also squeezed out 3,000 yuan from our meager savings to give us backup.

Then the old ghost and I took a car to the county under Niu Juan's arrangement.

We waited in the county for a day, while Niu Juan found the local police station to report the case, and talked about the disappearance of my master Chen Lao, and the local police station went to Nandaopo to investigate.

The next day, we received a reply from Niu Juan that the investigation was fruitless, and without any hesitation, we bought a ticket to Liangxi, Jiangyin.