"Up!"

There was really a person on the other side of the dense forest, he drank softly, his body suddenly moved, his skirt was slightly swinged, and he looked through the woods, quite a bit of floating. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sound of the sword "brushing" came, and it was obvious that the man was practicing the sword.

"Exhibition ......"

The man drank again, his body lowered and spun in place, a bright sword light in his hand dispersed, and dozens of leaves from the surrounding bushes disappeared.

"Pick!" The man continued to practice his sword as he spoke.

Liu Yuanshan took the flintlock pistol in his hand, and approached with his subordinates lowering his body a little bit, after all, he had met the same kind, and there were probably only one person opposite him when there were many people on his side, and he was not afraid.

The point is, why do you use a sword, but Lao Tzu has a hot weapon in his hand, I'm afraid you won't be able to?

Approaching little by little, Liu Yuanshan rolled around the woods and rolled a few times from a dense grass, getting closer to the figure, and could even see the person on the opposite side, dressed in white like snow, dancing in costume.

"Open!"

The man's sword seemed to have eyes, and a sword stabbed straight at the grass where Liu Yuanshan was, but the sword suddenly changed direction halfway, and cut off all the grass in a horizontal sweep, giggling in his mouth, and said at the same time: "Noble, come!" ”

After speaking, he put away his sword and stood, looking at Liu Yuanshan, who was bewildered from the grass, and suddenly saw the flintlock pistol in Liu Yuanshan's hand, and the momentum that had just been piled up collapsed instantly.

"Hey, I'll give you three!" Seeing the flintlock pistol that Liu Yuanshan was holding, his head was suddenly covered with black lines, and he almost fell to the ground, and at the same time said: "Why did you bring a musket, and almost shot you in the head of the old man!" ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The man put away his sword, bowed slightly to Liu Yuanshan, and spoke with a Suzhou-Hangzhou accent: "Donor, I'm smiling, it's the old man who was abrupt just now!" ”

Liu Yuanshan took a deep breath, and then looked at the person in front of him.

This so-called "old man" looked to be in his early twenties at most, dressed in white and fluttering, with a sword in his hand, although he could not say that he had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but he had a straight face, his face was angular, and his eyes were narrow and long, which contained a looming divine light.

What made Liu Yuanshan feel the most strange was that this master was not a bald donkey, not only did he not quit the incense scar, but Nima's long hair fluttered and he didn't know how elegant.

"Hello, Master!" Liu Yuanshan couldn't help but laugh in his heart, stood up with a bitter face, and instantly poured into a small open space in front of him with a gun and a dozen or so subordinates.

"Well, hello, old man...... Eh, I'm sorry, my master died early, and I didn't have time to give Lao Ge a legal name, Lao Ge's common name is Zhang Mo! Zhang Mo smiled hippiely, inserted the sword in his hand into the scabbard behind his back, and arched his hand towards Liu Yuanshan.

"It turns out that it is, Zhang, Master Zhang, disrespectful and disrespectful!" The reason why Liu Yuanshan has such a good attitude towards him, in addition to the first impression, there is also the inexplicable sentence of "nobleman" just now, which made him vaguely seem to guess something.

"Forehead......" Zhang Mo was a black line in his head again, waved his hand and said, "You still call me Zhang Mo!" He didn't call himself an old man, and looked at Liu Yuanshan with a smile: "You are really my nobleman, I need your help for a little thing!" ”

In order to let go of Liu Yuanshan's vigilance, he even took off the sword he was carrying and threw it far away.

Liu Yuanshan was still holding the flintlock pistol in his hand, looking left and right, front and back, and even up and down, and after finding that this thing had no accomplices, he nodded and asked a person with someone to patrol around, but he approached Zhang Mo and asked: "You don't seem to be a local, how did you come to this deep mountain and old forest?" ”

Zhang Mo didn't hide it, and said: "I'm from Wuzhong, and I'm here to do big things!" Still don't know what to call a nobleman? ”

Liu Yuanshan was a little embarrassed by the noble man on his left and the nobleman on his left, and said with a black line on his head: "Master Zhang, don't say that, I'm just an ordinary person, if you can really help one or two, it's a gesture, don't call me a noble person anymore." ”

"Huh!" Zhang Mo nodded, looked at Liu Yuanshan's eyes, and said a little secretly: "I'm a disciple who specializes in people's lives, and I don't dare to say that what I say is true, but nine times out of ten, although you are young, you are unspeakably expensive." Forget it, little brother, can you tell me what to call it now? ”

"Under the surname Liu, the name is Yuanshan!" Liu Yuanshan smiled slightly, and leaned closer to Zhang.

"Good name!" Zhang Mo smiled slightly, his hands were not idle, and he picked up a one-meter-square wooden basket from the ground next to him, which could be about twenty centimeters high, and was full of a basket of fine sand.

Liu Yuanshan went over to help him lift the sand basket and put it on a stone next to him, and said secretly: My name is the slag of the soil, where is it good, this goods is also a master who sees the wind and steers the rudder.

Damn, this product is really a strange person, he ran all the way from Wuzhong to this deep mountain, and he didn't know what it was for, and he brought a basket of sand with him, which was not too heavy.

There are abundant treasures in the mountains of Shennong, but if you want to find such a basket of fine sand, it is obviously a bit difficult, and this eighty percent is brought in from the outside.

Zhang Mo squinted his eyes and smiled, as if he had seen through Liu Yuanshan's thoughts, and said: "This is the art of helping the beggars, I am afraid that the gods will blame me if I do it alone, with the help of you, a noble person, there will be no problem!" ”

As he spoke, a sad look appeared on Zhang Ji's face, he took a deep breath and said, "Please also ask the little brother to step forward." ”

Liu Yuanshan had a question in his head, first he ran into Zhang Mo practicing swords here, and was called a noble person by the other party, and now he is inexplicably helping him, what's wrong with him?

I don't know him well at all, right?

But looking at Zhang Ji's smile, he felt that he couldn't refuse.

"Okay!" Anyway, is it just a helper? Isn't it just a feudal superstition? And it won't drop a piece of meat.

Liu Yuanshan walked in front of the basket of sandy soil, Zhang Mo cut a dry branch from the dense forest next to him, pruned it slightly, handed him the handle of the branch, and said, "You take it, do as I say!" ”

"Good!" Liu Yuanshan took a deep breath and held the handle with both hands.

"The old man owes you a favor!" After Zhang Mo finished speaking, he raised his hand at him, and his sleeves slid down his shoulders, revealing two white arms, bare as if he was holding some kind of ritual.

The art of supporting the beggars is about to begin.

Liu Yuanshan had heard of this thing before, but he had never seen it, it is said that this is the favorite trick of Emperor Jiajing of this dynasty, and many major events related to the life and death of the Ming Dynasty are determined by this way of asking the heavens to determine the final answer.

Whether it is accurate or not, Liu Yuanshan does not dare to evaluate himself, after all, this kind of thing can happen to him from the 21st century, and it is not very unusual for something else to happen in this world. (To be continued.) )