Ma Chengfeng listened to the footsteps of the black-clothed shaman in the distance, and he was still terrified. Ordinary masters, walking very lightly, and even some who have practiced light skills, there is no movement under the soles of their feet, but this guy is different, his steps are very heavy, how heavy are they? It's like an elephant walking down the aisle.

This guy is not only a shaman, but also a master of internal strength, such a powerful internal strength, I am afraid that only Ma Fuxiang, an enemy of 10,000 people in the world, can match it.

At this time, Dong Sanli turned over, stretched and sat up.

"It's not surprising, he's a great character, not only can't you fight him, I'm afraid I may not be his opponent if I fight alone!"

"Oh? Old man, is this true? I've been walking around the rivers and lakes for a while, but I've never heard of such a person on the rivers and lakes, right? The only thing related to the Mongolian shaman in our thief door is the Divine Tune Gate, but the Divine Tune Gate has been withered and there is no successor for so many years? This guy sounds like we Kanto people with an accent, what's the origin? Ma Chengfeng came to the head of the spirit, quickly poured water for the old man, and helped him sit on the bench.

Dong Sanli said that the black-clothed shaman's name is Ji Xinzheng, and he is the 12th generation descendant of the Shentuo Sect. "Speaking of this auspicious new expedition, I have to mention it from the year I first returned to Kuanchengzi."

The Shen Tune Gate was originally under the command of the Dong family of the thief door, and the few books under the Shen Tune Door were all Manchu or Mongolian people who danced the great gods in the mountains, and they have always had no quarrel with the world. Ji Xinzheng is more than ten years younger than Dong Sanli, and he can be regarded as a little brother. When he first returned to Kuanchengzi, Dong Sanli took Ji Xinzheng with him, and Ji Xinzheng was Dong Sanli's right-hand man in addition to Ma Lao Er.

He was deeply inherited by his ancestors and was a well-known shaman in the rivers and lakes at that time. The Dong family has a big or small affair, and they all have to let him make a decision before making a decision. This guy not only has ancestral housekeeping skills, but he also doesn't know where to learn a body of internal strength, his internal skills cultivation is amazing, I think he was the only one who could fight with ten thousand enemies Ma Fuxiang ten moves.

However, although Ji Xinzheng has great skills, he has always been loyal to the Dong family.

"Huh? Such a powerful master? But why did you run away and come to country M? Xiao Man listened to the rise and asked the old man.

"It's all my fault, it's because I'm too young, and one misstep will become a thousand hatreds!" Speaking of this, Dong Sanli drank the wine in the cup and shook his head ashamedly.

It happened in 1953, I remember that it happened to be snowing that day, and Dong Sanli and the left and right gunners around him wanted to go to Changsheng Mountain to worship their ancestors. At that time, they had just been liberated, and they were all restrained, and they didn't dare to make too much pomp and bring so many people when they went out. When I walked into the mountains, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the weather at that time was different from now.

It had been snowing heavily all day long, and the roads in the valley were getting harder and harder.

Ma Lao Er persuaded him that we are not in a hurry anyway, it is better to wait for the snow to stop before hurrying.

There are no people in the mountains, even if you settle down, you can only find a bear blind hole, but it is also a coincidence, just at this time, a woman with firewood on her back came out of the mountain, and she looked like a peasant woman in the mountains. The woman said that you can't go out any further, the snow in front of you is closing the mountain, if you don't have a place to rest, you will freeze to death, my house is not far away, first come to my house to stay overnight, and wait for the snow to stop tomorrow before leaving.

At that time, people's minds were very simple, and it was obvious that she was a man with three five big and three thick, but this woman was not suspicious at all.

The three of them followed the little lady in the mountains back to their home, she was the only one in her house, took off the scarf and saw that this little girl was quite smart, at most in her early twenties.

The beautiful little lady's family is really poor and destitute, there is not even a decent piece of furniture in the house, only an old-fashioned lotus bed and a Huanghuali table, this table should be worth some money, and the appearance may be an old object in the Xianfeng period of the previous dynasty, but the corners are worn off the paint, and the carving is also blurry.

"Girl, are you the only one in the family? What do you call it? Dong Sanli took off his coat and ordered the two brothers to hurry up and get something to eat.

"My little sister doesn't have a big name, and when I was a child, my parents called me Cui'er. My parents died early, leaving me alone in a woman's family, and I was used to living alone in the mountains, so I didn't want to go out. "It seems that this little girl has never walked out of this mountain range since she was born, and she thought that there were little devils running everywhere outside.

Among the three people, Dong Sanli is the grandfather, Ma Lao Er is responsible for protecting his safety, and Ji Xinzheng has always played the role of a strategist.

The old man was talking to the little lady here, and Ma Lao Er was busy cooking for everyone over there. Cooking in the mountains is the simplest, especially for people like them, who can play game with their hands when they walk casually in the mountains, even if there is no stove, where there is water, pick up a few pieces of momentum to set up a stove, pluck the feathers and stew them if there is a pot, and roast them directly on the fire with branches without a pot. Ma Lao Er was plucking the pheasant and boiling water at the same time, so he didn't pay attention to the hut.

It was Ji Xinzheng, his eyesight was amazing, and he began to observe after entering the small cabin in the mountains. Like the other hunters in the mountains, there were bows and crossbows hanging on the walls of the huts, animal skins were drying in the small courtyard outside, and although there was no furniture in the house, it was spotlessly clean, and in the corner of the windowsill was a bamboo tube, which was not large, almost as thick as a man's wrist.

When he entered the door just now, he had noticed that the bamboo tube contained chicken blood.

"Little Cui'er girl, have you added cinnabar to these chicken blood?" Ji Xin asked.

"yes, what? Doesn't it stink? Why don't I take it out? ”

"Oh, it's okay, that's what I asked, our third brother is not a hypocrisy, it's freezing outside, it's a blessing to have such a hut to ward off the cold." Ji Xinzheng nodded at her.

The two only said a few words, and Ji Xinzheng could already determine her identity. This little lady must be a shaman in the mountains, his chicken blood is used to hook his face, and in addition, the animal skin that is dried outside is also cut, which is the shaman's animal skin run.

In those days, the mountain people were superstitious! As long as you enter the Kanto territory, you can see the figure of the shaman everywhere, and the common people have to go to the shaman if they have any big or small affairs, and ask the shaman to help them use the technique of "asking ghosts" to divinate good fortune and evil. Although shamans are everywhere, there are very few people who really understand witchcraft, and most of them are just to eat and make up some auspicious words, and they don't invite gods to come up at all.

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