"Who are you, and what are you doing here in our stockade?" The young man asked.

"I'm just passing by here to pick medicinal herbs, what do you mean by shooting this arrow at me?" Qiu Ming was also very unhappy, if he was an ordinary person, wouldn't this arrow just now be going to die?

"Herbs? You're a witch, don't think I can't see it! The young man looked like you couldn't fool me, "You want to come and learn the witchcraft of our village, right?" ”

There are people in this young village's village who know witchcraft, and Qiu Ming's eyes are bright. Then this village, he really has to go on a trip.

"Do I need to learn the witchcraft of your village?" Qiu Ming's momentum was released in an instant, and the young man couldn't hold the bow and arrow in his hand, and the person in front of him was so terrifying!

"Well, is there anyone in your village who can beat me? Do you have anyone in your village who can fly? Do you still think I'm going to steal the witchcraft of your village? ”

Qiu Ming flew in front of the young man and looked into the young man's eyes. The young man trembled and could not utter a word.

"Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng ~~"

"Don't, don't come here!" The young man shouted tremblingly. It's a pity that he said it was late, and the people of the hunting party had already arrived.

"Who are you? What did you do to Ah Cheng? A middle-aged man raised his bow and arrow as he asked.

Qiu Ming knew why this young man liked to point a bow and arrow at people, it must be that these people were like this, why couldn't they be friendly?

"I heard that there are people in your village who know witchcraft, and I want to meet them." Qiu Ming put his hands behind his back, and didn't pay attention to the bows and arrows of these people at all.

"Who are you, and how do you know that there are people in our village who know witchcraft?"

"He told me." Qiu Ming pointed at the young man Ah Cheng, "What, you also think that I want to learn the witchcraft of your village?" ”

"I didn't, Uncle Tiger, I didn't tell him!" Ah Cheng said urgently.

"Brother, but what have we offended about?"

"Then what have I offended you? Why do so many of you point your bows and arrows at me? Qiu Ming was still not happy. It's like meeting Uncle Ge of the bandits, we were eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly the railway was blown up~, who did I provoke.

"Put down your bow and arrows."

"Uncle Tiger?"

"Put down the bow and arrows, if others really want to be unfavorable to Ah Cheng, we won't have time to stop it."

Ah Cheng came out to hunt for the first time, and he must have offended the other party first, and he didn't look like Qiu Ming was an unreasonable person, and the momentum on Qiu Ming's body was much stronger than the leader of their village.

"Finally, there is someone who understands, take me to your village, I want to see your leader." Qiu Ming was very satisfied with the other party's attitude.

"Uncle Hu, he must have thought of stealing witchcraft from our village, have you forgotten those people before?" Ah Cheng whispered in the middle-aged man's ear.

"Shut up, how many times have I told you, coming out with a bow and arrows is hunting, not dealing with outsiders. You almost got into a big disaster, you know? ”

Fortunately, this person did not get angry, otherwise they would not only have died, but I am afraid that the stockade would have been destroyed.

How many villages have been destroyed in this way. This person must be a legendary monk, the kind of immortal cultivator, and they will definitely not be able to provoke them.

Qiu Ming followed these people and came to a village, which was several times larger than the one where Yang Qijin lived and they lived.

The man named Yang Hu was the captain of the hunting team and led Qiu Ming to the door of a house in the stockade that was not outstanding.

"Xiaohu is back, bring guests here, come in, I have made tea." An old voice came from inside the room.

The expression on Qiu Ming's face became much more serious, this old man didn't come out of the house and actually knew that he was coming, even if Qiu Ming's flesh ~ body breath was a little uncontrollable now, but what he could feel must be a monk.

The room was not very bright, and an old man with a white beard sat in the middle of it, with a small clay stove boiling tea in front of him. The old man waved his hand at Yang Hu, Yang Hu hesitated, but still retreated.

Qiu Ming sat opposite the old man: "You seem to know that I am coming?" ”

"Sooner or later, you don't belong to this place, do you?" The old man slowly filled the tea bowl in front of Qiu Ming with tea.

Qiu Ming's eyes narrowed, what does this old man mean? Of course, Qiu Ming doesn't belong to this place, but the place that the old man said is worth this mountain forest, or this world?

And the old man's words just now can be regarded as answering Qiu Ming's question, that is, the old man may really know that Qiu Ming is coming, how did he know and calculate it?

"Then do you know why I'm here?"

"Except for a little witchcraft that has been passed down from our village, what else can you look at?" The old man took a sip of tea and enjoyed it.

"Now that you know, that's easy to say. I do want to see the witchcraft that has been passed down from your village, not robbery, I can exchange it for something else. ”

Qiu Ming also took a sip of the teacup, this tea tasted good, a lot of petals were added to it, and the fragrance of the flowers was very strong.

"We need some iron tools, including weapons and farm tools. You also need a formation that can protect the village, and you also need some salt. ”

"Yes." Qiu Ming looked at the old man meaningfully, as if this condition had been thought of by the old man a long time ago, "Is that all?" ”

No, witchcraft must be more precious than these things to eat and use, the old man looks very shrewd, there is no reason to make such a loss-making transaction, not to mention that Qiu Ming offered to exchange it.

"I also need you to give some guidance to the children in the village, so that they can all become strong."

"What kind of strong person is it? And some people are not naturally suitable for cultivation, I can't guarantee that, but it's okay to give those children some guidance, it won't be too long, three days at most. ”

"Okay, deal."

Qiu Mingleng for a moment, he thought that the old man would bargain, but he agreed so easily, which didn't seem right.

The old man got up, took out some parchment rolls, and put them in front of Qiu Ming: "This is the witchcraft we have inherited, take a look." ”

Qiu Ming opened it and saw that it was indeed written in witch script, and it was indeed a method of cultivation, but it was obviously incomplete.

"That's all? Right? What about your practice? Qiu Ming looked at the old man in front of him, this old man gave him a very strange feeling, as if there was a large deficit of qi and blood, but it didn't seem to be naturally attenuated, and there was an inexplicable power fluctuation on his body.

Qiu Ming had heard that the Wu Clan had some sacrifices, which could be used for divination with the power of life, and could even divinate many people whose cultivation far surpassed them, this old man should be this one, right?

"My practice? If you are willing to learn, I can teach you too. After so many years, witchcraft has long since declined, and how many people still practice real witchcraft? When he said this, the old man's tone was very lonely.