Ouyang Or rearranged the robe on his body and grabbed the fishing rod in his hand.

It's the first time I've seen him so close to the enemy. Ouyang Or gives people the feeling that he is the kind of person who is not shocked by the humiliation, and the kind of person whose color remains unchanged when Mount Tai collapses in front of him. His fishing rod is even more casual, and when he wants to use it, it will appear in his hand.

And today he actually copied the fishing rod directly in his hand, obviously he was afraid that some changes would be too sudden, and he would not have time to take out the fishing rod.

"Mr. Ouyang, be careful." I instructed.

Ouyang Or turned around and glanced at me and nodded: "If Master Lao is concerned, the disciple will be careful." ”

I couldn't laugh or cry, I, the nominal master, really got enough respect from his side.

Ouyang or carrying a fishing rod, wearing a cloak and a hat, slowly paced out from the place where we were hiding, and gradually approached the strange stockade.

From my point of view, Ouyang or the back of Ouyang in a cloak looks like an ancient hero against the backdrop of the antique walled gate.

Such a beautiful picture, appearing in this kind of scene, makes me almost feel like I have traveled through it.

But the sad moonlight still reminds me that we are still in danger. I don't have the time, and I'm not in the mood to enjoy the picture in front of me. I focused all my attention on Ouyang He's body, and my heart was also up and down.

Ouyang may have been walking slowly, looking relaxed, but I know that every step he takes, whether it is his vision or other senses, is trying to catch the signals of danger around him.

Old man Zhang and I are also waiting for each other here, and I have thought about it anyway, once Ouyang or there is a situation over there, I will definitely not escape alone. Now that you're here, it doesn't seem to matter so much whether you're dead or alive.

I kept looking at Ouyang or walked to the front of the gate, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

My heart almost jumped to my throat, and I hurriedly held my breath and stared at him, not knowing what was going on.

Ouyang He paused in front of the door for a moment, and then took a few steps to the left in a horizontal direction.

It seems that the village did not have any reaction to Ouyang He's arrival. It's like there's no such person in front of you.

This kind of picture froze for about five minutes, and I finally saw Ouyang or waving at us.

Only then did Old Man Zhang and I walk out of the hiding place with peace of mind, and slowly walked to the front of the gate.

This process has also gone very smoothly.

I don't know if we're too nervous, or if we're making too much of a fuss about the stockade. We were mentally prepared, but it turned out to be something different.

It's like a student is facing a big exam, and he has been fighting for months on his own, studying and reviewing all night, only to wait for the exam, and when it comes to the exam, when he looks at the test questions, it is an extremely simple question. All the efforts I made didn't come in handy.

Therefore, although the exam questions are simple and undesirable, there will be a little loss and regret in my heart.

The three of us stood side by side at the door of the stockade, the village

The door of the Son is not closed, but open. Above the gate, there is a sign hanging upright. The brand is also antique, although it looks a little old, but it just coincides with the charm of this walled door. Adds a lot of quaint beauty.

I saw that the sign read: Xiao Zhouzhai.

Looking through the open door, you can see wooden houses and many attics.

It turns out that this village is called Xiaozhou Village, which should be based on the name of Xiaozhou Mountain.

Old man Zhang once said that the name Xiao Zhoushan should be inherited from history. So when was this small Zhou village built?

Old man Zhang is familiar with everything about Xiao Zhoushan, but he has never been here. He probably couldn't have known the answer.

I saw that the buildings in Xiaozhouzhai were not built with modern bricks, which gave people a strong sense of antiquity.

Aside from other factors, if these quaint buildings are made into tourist attractions, it is conceivable that they will definitely be a popular scene full of tourists.

Just when we looked at the gate and couldn't decide whether to go in or not.

Suddenly, the old man Zhang Shitai's body shook, and he quickly looked left and right.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a low voice.

"Shh......h There are footsteps. Old man Zhang lowered his voice and said.

At this time, the three of us were standing in front of this gate. A large area in front of the gate was empty. Not to mention the three of us living people, even a few stones on the ground will be clear at a glance.

And listening to what Old Man Zhang meant, the footsteps are nearby, and he is likely to come here. If we want to hide, there is only one direction.

We only looked left and right twice, and then we looked at the gate of the mysterious village together.

We all walked towards the gate, no matter who the footsteps were, we had to hide ourselves first.

When you enter the walled gate, there is a wooden attic next to it. There is a cloth curtain on the door, and the color is a little old, and I don't know how many years it has been.

Ouyang Or flicked the fishing rod, and the fishing hook flew out, just hooking the cloth curtain and tearing the curtain open.

This allows us to find out if anyone is in the house and to protect ourselves as much as possible.

The curtain was lifted, and a puff of dust flew up from it. Looking at the curtain alone, no one has been to this place for at least a few months.

Ouyang Or nodded at us, and the three of us set off one after another, and went into the attic one after another.

We had just gotten into the attic when I heard footsteps coming from outside.

The old man's ears are really not covered, and when we don't hear anything, he can hear footsteps. Thanks to him, otherwise we would have been completely exposed to the sight of those who came.

The attic was dark and unlit. As soon as we came in, I was a little timid. After waiting for a while, I found that there was nothing abnormal, and I calmed down.

After hearing footsteps outside, we quickly approached the attic window and followed the window to look out.

There was no glass in the window, and there was only a curtain hanging from it. We lifted the curtain and found that the moonlight could too

Shine on a dirt road outside.

On that dirt road, the shadows of several people had already appeared.

The sound of footsteps came from among the figures.

There were four people walking in total, and they formed a column, taking the same frequency of steps, marching on the road. The speed of the march is not slow, it is not hurried, it is not hurried.

(End of chapter)

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