Xingyi looked at the restless villagers in the crowd, coupled with this short day of observation, it is estimated that if it weren't for the village chief and the elders in the village, they would have taken turns to take a turn.

Similar to Xingyi's thoughts, the village chief hadn't yet stood up to speak, so everyone simply chatted while waiting. Xingyi heard the conversation between Lao Qi and the neighbor next to him: Lao Wu, you see that their underwear is good, they absorb water when they look at it, they are still black, not dirty, although they are not as good-looking as ours, but after a while, they will finish picking up a clean piece and take it home to my wife as a rag, and he also said that he wanted to change it yesterday.

"Alas, that's true when you say that, I'll get it back too. However, I still like the inner sword they carry around their waists, although the material is not very good, but the style is very beautiful. "The one named Lao Wu was chatting with Lao Qi.

You can pull it down, what a thing, all the bells and whistles, you can't use the land, and it's too hard to cut the meat, and you have to let the blacksmith fight it again. Lao Qi said.

Xingyi interjected: The material of the sword is made of dark iron from Nanchu's tribute, although it is not unique, in this world, it can be regarded as a top grade.

Oh, then according to what you say, take it back to our second girl to play with as a toy.

Then don't take it, I'll take it home, let our dog leftovers give to Erya, and create some opportunities for my bear child.

Get out, Erya, our iron eggs have already been ordered. I also like it, and she looks like a good daughter-in-law. and shall have sons in the future. Old Five, you tell me what you like, and I will snatch it for you in a while and give it to you as a dowry. Another man standing next to him said.

You both me off, my precious daughter won't marry anyone. I raise it myself. How old are you, just tell me that you can have a son, you owe a beating, right?

When I saw the old man at the age of three, I believe that my vision is right, she must be a good daughter-in-law.

Don't, Old Five. The bear child in the iron egg is ugly, you don't want it, forget it. But our dog leftovers are very good, don't give them all, whatever you want, I'll send it to you when I go back.

Seventh, you shut up for me, who do you say is ugly? The bear children in your family are ugly, and your whole family is ugly. Old five, don't listen to his nonsense, marry your daughter to our children, and we will get married when they are adults, you are your in-laws, I think so.

Get out of here, get out of here. Lao Tzu will not give anyone.

Star One: 。。。。。

The rest of the chat is pretty much the same. Some said that the horses were too thin, and some said that they wanted their boots, but in short, the rod had not yet been beaten, and the matter of dividing up the spoils had been resolved in this mini-seminar.

The leader waited for a while, and found that his beautiful ideas were not happening in the order they should be. I just watched the crowd talking sentence by sentence, but I couldn't hear what I was saying. He also lost his patience, and losing face in a group of rural villagers made him even more angry, so he was ready to no longer care about the image and draw his sword to start a massacre.

When people are dead, they don't care about losing face, no one will care about the dead, and their subordinates won't feel that they have lost their prestige. So he began to regret why he stopped the team, not to mention the delay of time, the most important thing is that it is useless.

While deeply regretting, he never stopped, and he wanted to wash away his shame with the blood of this group of ignorant villagers. As soon as the sword was unsheathed an inch, the leader stopped, this time it was not his own mind that changed again, but was suppressed by a powerful qi engine, he felt that the air around him became viscous, pressing down on his body, unable to move a bit. Only then did he know that there was a master and that he was a master who could not reach him, but just a look made the air around him condense and suppress his own action.

The leader looked at the source of this qi machine, and there were two old men sitting in the shade of the trees beside the road.

The leader is afraid, he is really afraid. A fear that spilled from the depths of my heart. It was as if a wounded hare with no way out was facing a tiger that had never eaten. The disparity in strength is very different. The cold sweat flowing from the forehead and back adhered to the skin because of the lock of the old man's qi machine and could not stay.

Fear, a fear of death, arises spontaneously. The metabolism of the lower body is excreted unconsciously. Fortunately, it was covered up because of the clothes they were wearing, so they were not discovered. The facts have also proved that Lao Qi feels right, and the fabric is indeed very absorbent. The smell is also not volatile due to the condensation of the surrounding air. So no one knows what he's doing.

The subordinates were dumbfounded, everyone saw that the leader was about to draw his sword, this is a gesture of imminent battle?

Why did the leader hesitate this time, and the half-drawn sword was neither drawn nor pressed, so that his subordinates could not grasp the deep meaning. Seeing the leader's movements, he drew his sword. Seeing the leader's current actions, he secretly pressed his sword back again. for fear of being seen by the leader and misunderstood. How do you know what the leader who can't even say is in trouble now?

The village chief saw Uncle Seven's move, but it was not right. Hurriedly stood up and shouted to the people in the village: "You guys are so stupid, why are you all standing there for me, I led you out to stand in a military posture." them. Shame me on the pestle there. Give me all the damn. How I bullied you before, I bullied them fiercely according to the inner routine. Sad, come out to bully people and don't get started, stand there and chat with me. Talk about your uncle. ”

When talking about your uncle, it's not right to think about it. The village is a family, there are some people here I am their uncle, I have to pay attention in the future, I can't scold casually, Xingyi is in the goods, I can't let him hear that I am uneducated, scolding others for scolding myself, and I have to take over the child and teach him to be the village head. I can't let this old guy think that my education level is not good and I can't teach children. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, if it weren't for Uncle Seven beside me, I would have gone up to beat this group of fools.

Both sides were full of anger when they heard the village chief's words, picked up the guy, and rushed towards each other. Only four people on the field did not move. The leader of the fog and rain didn't move, because he couldn't move, and the qi machine was still locked on him. He heard the sound of his men drawing their swords, the hoofs of their horses, and the shouts of anger over what they had just said. This is angry, don't a group of rice buckets see that the form is wrong, and don't hurry up to find an opportunity to retreat. This is something you can deal with.

The village chief and the seventh uncle didn't move, because the two didn't need to move.

Xingyi didn't move, but he didn't move in shock, his eyes looked at the old man sitting under the tree to enjoy the shade, a master of qi training, and even he couldn't see the depth of his strength. As the head of the stars, under the Star Rain Pavilion alone, above 10,000 people, in charge of the power of the rivers and lakes, he is already the top master in the rivers and lakes, because of his work, he has seen countless masters outside the world, but he has never seen someone with such unfathomable strength, so that he can't even speak the idea of fighting against him.

Xingyi now knows why the Lord must send this child here. And why this village is so arrogant, it's not that they're arrogant, it's that they really have the ability to be arrogant. In my own cognition, I am afraid that only the deceased Lord can fight against him.

Xingyi also began to move, and in addition to being shocked, he was even more angry, angry at these wolf-hearted people. The anger turned into strength, and he drew his sword at his waist and slashed at the other side. At this moment, the anger was infused into the soft sword in his hand, and it trembled like a spiritual snake exploring its path, and the move was fatal.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Weave through the crowd, leaving lines of blood and tears. Blood is the blood of the enemy, and tears are one's own tears. For those brothers of life and death who did not hesitate to protect themselves to break through.

Once upon a time, they were also their own colleagues, performing their own duties, but they also raised their glasses and staggered each other. But when they drew their swords and faced each other, regardless of whether they were innocent or innocent, and they pursued and killed endlessly, Xingyi's heart was dead, and he no longer had half a pity for him. Leave no stone unturned.

Seventh Uncle, who was sitting under the tree and had just listened to the village chief tell the story of the two of them, hesitated for a moment, but after all, he didn't say anything and went with him. I recited the Heart Sutra to myself and transcended these innocent souls.

When the two parties met, the leader also moved, and the seventh uncle withdrew his qi, at the first moment of recovering control of his body. Then the order was to be given: retreat. As soon as he opened his mouth, before he could withdraw the words, he lost control again, this time permanently.

The sword slashed lightly through his throat, and the blood sprayed from the thin wound in the inner passage passed rapidly. He saw the goal of his mission. But it was just a hurry, and the broken star stepped on by the star was as fast as lightning, like a meteor passing by, fleeting, and he knew that his life had come to an end.

From the day he picked up the sword in his hand, he had killed countless people. He didn't know the name of the deceased, and he couldn't remember the face of the deceased. It's just a mechanical task to complete the tasks delivered from above. Among these countless undead under his own sword, he has come to his current position. Just when he was about to rise to the top, his life ended.

Sometimes, after performing a mission, I wonder what the deceased's eyes were looking at before he died. After a long time, he will no longer bother with this boring problem. Wherever he passed, the heroes retreated, and the reputation of the princes evading was killed by organizing a sword after sword, including his own countless swings of the sword, which he swung to his current position. But it stayed forever at this moment.

He saw his own blood flow quickly, and saw the faces of those he had killed flash one by one. The problems that have plagued him since he entered the industry have finally been solved, but who cares about his life or death, it is just one of the ten thousand bones when he succeeds.

What's the use of just figuring it all out, no one gives him a chance to choose again. Maybe you can only give yourself to samsara, what kind of person will you become in the next life? But I can't think about it before I have time to think about it.