Seeing that the situation was not good, the old wordsmith rolled his eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward to play a round and suppressed the snow centipede's gun.

He barely stretched out the folds of his old face, and looked at Yue Qingshan without smiling:

"Oops~ In the end, it is the back waves of the Yangtze River that push the front waves, this kid's kung fu is really handsome, this trick is neat and free, if it weren't for his own training, I wouldn't believe it, just when I came in, I already knew that it was the second master, I let them learn, but also wanted to let the two young people have a good relationship, I didn't expect that after that incident, the second master would not die......"

The old wordsmith wanted to continue, but when he saw Yue Qingshan's eyes flashing, he immediately smiled and stopped.

Then, he rolled his eyes and arched his hand again: "Since our old brothers and sisters met again today, and they didn't celebrate with wine, other mountain leaders still thought that I didn't understand the rules of the road." ”

After finishing speaking, the old wordsmith looked at the beard around him: "There are distinguished guests today, you all go out to prepare wine and good food for the second master, and I want to leave my old brother and nephew to drink tea and catch up with the old days." ”

Snow Centipede was signaled by the old wordsmith to let the ladies withdraw from the hall, and only the four of them were left in the hall.

The old character craftsman walked to Yue Qingshan's side with his sleeves and asked with bad intentions: "Second master, what kind of wind has blown your great god up?" ”

Yue Qingshan snorted coldly: "What kind of foreign appearance are you pretending, where else can the gray squirrel hair plague exist except for your family's Gray Immortal Temple, do you think I cut you less back then, and you plan to make up for it?" In that case, you can draw a line and I will continue, and I will repair the branches of your silver camel village again. ”

When the snow centipede heard this, it immediately became angry and raised its pistol: "Then you can only die here!" ”

The old wordsmith smiled and pressed down the gun, his eyes were shining, he looked at Yue Qingshan and said:

"Back then, the disaster didn't hurt the family, there was no second master who cut down that group of bastards, and there is no god wind in my town today, but this time it was your second son who injured a nest of thirteen people in the gray family, and the revenge of the family and the family, we naturally dare not embarrass the second master, but we can't afford to offend the gray family, if you want to extinguish the fire of the gray fairy, you have to leave enough money to buy your life."

Yue Qingshan saw that his son's life was in the hands of others, even if he knew that this old character craftsman had a ghost idea in his heart, he had to soften his attitude, he asked coldly, "Say, what price are you?" ”

The old wordsmith still looked unhurried, and slowly took out something from his arms, and showed a sly smile like a bright treasure:

"If you want to send the fairy family, how can you not pay real tribute, I naturally have to find some utensils to worship the gods and ancestors, do you say this is the reason."

Yue Guanchao took a closer look, and found that it was a waist bell used by a shaman when he danced the gods, and when he went to the temple fair, he had seen the shaman dancing the gods, and he was very impressed by the bell that kept ringing on the wizard's waist, so he recognized it.

However, this waist bell is different from the rough copper bell in the countryside, which is unimaginably exquisite!

Not to mention that the golden and bright body of the bell is gold and copper, just six or seven bright red rubies on the bell handle, which reflects his eyes a little dazzling, not to mention that there are thin silver threads on the bell body to outline a strange beauty of the pattern, two huge east pearls cut in half, dotted between the patterns, the texture is warm, and there is a golden halo under the candle flame.

Dongzhu was an imperial tribute in the previous dynasty, and only if it was a relative of the emperor could he enjoy it!

However, even such a priceless treasure could not hide the evil aura faintly revealed by the waist bell, like a strange-shaped eight-clawed spider, staring at everyone present with bright red eyes and unspeakable malice.

Yue Guanchao couldn't help but shudder, and quietly looked at Yue Qingshan's expression, and found that his face at the moment was already extremely invisible.

In addition to anger, there was also a hint of imperceptible fear, and when he looked down on the old wordsmith's spirit, he even seemed to retreat a little, as if he wanted to stay away from the waist bell.

Seeing him like this, the old wordsmith smiled slightly, put the waist bell up again, and said: "The second master, since the brothers in the village have pulled out the incense head (down the mountain to scatter the boys), everyone said that the second master is gone, I didn't expect that today's little brother is blessed, and he actually saw that the second master is still alive, but you took the brothers to the witch coffin town, and you took a trip to get the things that were not transported out of the witch coffin town back!" ”

As soon as Yue Qingshan heard this, his eyes were so fierce that he wanted to eat people, he bit his cheeks and spat fiercely at the wordsmith: "Ahh ”

The old wordsmith pouted: "Hey, the second master can be said, and only such a splashing wealth can make the Gray Immortal Hall extinguish its anger." ”

"Farewell, it can't be done."

Yue Guanchao saw that the second uncle didn't look back, so he walked back, and hurriedly grabbed him: "Second uncle, what to do about the second artillery!" ”

Snow Centipede's eyes were very proud: "Yes, the second master, your kid's life can't stand waiting, you might as well go back and think about it, don't be in a hurry to shake your face." ”

"Walk slowly, don't send."

After the two left, the old wordsmith picked up the folding fan around his waist, hummed a song in his mouth, and fanned the cool breeze.

Snow Cinnipede pinned the gun to his waist: "This old thing is quite stubborn, are you sure that he is obedient?" ”

The old wordsmith beckoned to him, and the snow centipede leaned to his mouth, only to hear the old wordsmith say one word, bet!

"Bet?"

The old wordsmith's face turned into a chrysanthemum smile and nodded: "Yes, we are beards, do we have less to do to tie up tickets and fold seedlings?" If he doesn't obey, then wait for the end of the house! ”

The uncle and nephew left the gate of the village, went straight to the place where the carriage stopped, and hurried down the mountain.

On the way back, Yue Guanchao had been pondering what the bandits of the Silver Camel Village had said, and as soon as he came up, the eight cows couldn't pull it, and he couldn't help asking:

"Second uncle, are you really a bandit?"

"What the hell is Witch Coffin?"

"Is the old wordsmith an old acquaintance with you?"

This series of questions made Yue Qingshan, who was in a hurry, have an irritated face, and he fired a few shots at the woods: "Boy, don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" ”

Seeing that the scene was ugly, Mrs. Ma pulled Yue Guanchao's sleeve: "Child, who has no snacks in his stomach, if your second uncle doesn't want to say it, don't ask." ”

Yue Qingshan smoked a dry cigarette, his face was gloomy and ugly: "Sister, the two of us will send you back first, you are tired all the way." ”

Mrs. Ma saw that he had something on her mind, so she tacitly didn't ask what was happening in the village, and sighed: "Nacheng, Brother Yue, when you go back, pay attention to the road on the road, don't be covered by the locks." ”

It was already the second half of the night when Mrs. Ma went back, no matter how Yue Guanchao asked, the old Yuetou was always silent, and the uncle and nephew had nothing to say all the way.