Now.

The partridge whistle was all focused on the rooster.

I just feel that I really deserve to be a phoenix blood.

Struggling, unruly.

A stream of spirit soared through the feather crown to the sky.

In a flock of poultry, it simply stands out from the crowd, and the instrument is extraordinary.

I didn't notice it at all.

The meaningful smile on the corner of Chen Yulou's mouth on the side.

If it weren't for the fear of revealing too many flaws.

He didn't bother to go to Nanzhai.

It's just going straight to this place.

As the world's first-class divine chicken, Miao Jiang has had countless rumors about it since ancient times.

Legend has it that before the corpse craftsmen enter the mountain, they will pray for the blood of the rooster comb in the middle of the night and sacrifice to the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth.

But.

Years have passed.

There are very few people who can raise angry chickens.

Most of them are hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, and they can't escape from the world.

"Brother Chen......"

"Can't be wrong, that's the angry chicken."

"It's really hard to find a place to step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it."

Look over the wall for a moment.

Partridge Whistle's face became more and more excited.

Moving mountains and veins, he is good at the way of restraint of the five elements.

To this day, they still worship the two-headed armored beast xenomorph.

He has lived for countless years, followed by the leaders of the past dynasties, and walked through the mountains and caves, and his generation was extremely high.

Even if they are them, they are commensurate with their predecessors.

In addition, he has traveled the world, and there are not a few strange things he has seen.

A pair of eyesights are amazing.

The rooster in the courtyard, with a crown of colorful feathers and fire, was shining with golden light under the scorching sun, as if it would rise into the air at any time, and Nirvana would be reborn and turn into a phoenix.

"Since Brother Dao said so."

"Then there must be no mistake."

Chen Yulou nodded quietly.

Between words.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard.

The two subconsciously raised their heads.

At a glance, I saw an old man in his fifties, dressed in Miao costumes, holding a wooden scoop in his hand, containing some coarse grains and grains.

Apparently to feed.

In the yard, in addition to the angry chicken, there are also a lot of chickens, ducks, guineas and geese.

A few greetings.

It's just that......

The rice was scattered all over the ground.

None of those geese and ducks dared to come forward to grab food.

Only the angry chicken was eating slowly.

Seeing this situation, the two were even more surprised.

The fowl were apparently captured by its scent.

The old man was accustomed to this, and he ignored it, and after sowing the rice, he turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

Seeing this scene, the partridge whistle dared to delay, and hurriedly took a few steps forward.

Across the courtyard gate, his hands clenched into fists.

"Hit, wait."

In the Hmong language, the older elders are called Ata, and the younger ones are called Ana.

He is used to walking the rivers and lakes.

In order to find out the news of the tomb of King Yelang.

The three of them have been in Miaojiang for more than two years.

The local customs and local dialects are very clear.

When the next Miao dialect is spoken, it is particularly authentic, and it is almost impossible to hear a flaw.

"What will happen to you two in the future?"

The old man was stopped by him, and immediately turned around and swept over the two of them.

"Ah Da, I won't tell you, we came from afar to ask you for a treasure."

"Asking for treasure?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and there was suspicion in his eyes.

He is a small people, poor and white, and all his belongings are just this stilted building that can shelter from the wind and rain.

"You two Ana's got the wrong person."

"Old man, I don't have any treasures."

"If you really want to, you can't keep it now, so you can exchange it for gold, silver and salt."

Throw down a sentence.

He turned around and was about to go back upstairs.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle was in a hurry, and he couldn't care too much, and the hand that pushed the door suddenly became hard.

All I heard was a click.

The bolt of the door was actually broken by his dark energy.

"You ......"

The old man's face sank.

It's about to get angry.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou dared to delay.

This Golden Wind Village is impermeable, and there are eyeliner everywhere, once those villagers are alarmed, even if the two of them are amazingly powerful, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape.

He had seen it clearly.

Those people are all spears and guns.

He has only just stepped into cultivation now, and he is not copper-skinned and iron-clad, so it will still be cold when he goes down with a shot.

As for the partridge whistle, although the marksmanship is superb.

But two fists are no match for four hands.

What's more, unless it is absolutely necessary, there is really no way out, and Chen Yulou doesn't want to rob it.

It's just that I didn't expect Partridge Whistle to have such a fiery personality.

Break into people's houses at every turn.

"Misunderstanding."

"Ah Da, my brother is a little anxious, but I can guarantee that he has absolutely no malicious intent."

Walked up to the partridge whistle and glanced at him.

At the same time, he clasped his hands into fists and laughed.

"You two are unreasonable, and the old man has said nothing."

"No, no, no."

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

"The treasure we are asking for is obviously far away in the sky and close in front of us, how can Ah Da say that it is not?"

Hear the words.

The old man's heart instantly became vigilant.

He is not actually a Hmong.

Instead, he moved from Chenzhou, Xiangxi.

On the boundary of Chenzhou, in addition to cinnabar, the most famous is the art of chasing corpses.

And this secret art is in the hands of the two great gates.

They are the Golden Mansion Thunder Altar and the Hu Mansion Thunder Altar.

He was born in a golden mansion when he was young, but he offended a big man, and the heaven who was chased and killed had no way to enter the earth, so he could only hide his name and flee to Miaojiang.

Secluded in the North Village.

Marry a wife and have children.

It's almost the same as the Miao people.

This matter is his biggest secret, and he has never even told his wife and children.

At the moment, these two people are very human in temperament and means.

He couldn't help but wonder if the matter had been revealed?

"Nope."

"If the two of you mess around again, don't blame me for calling people."

The old man frowned, his expression was gloomy, and he opened his mouth directly to drive people away.

I saw that his attitude suddenly changed drastically.

Chen Yulou thought about it for a while, and then understood.

The old man probably mistakenly thought that they were coming for him, and immediately shook his head and smiled.

"Don't get me wrong, uncle."

"Today, all my brothers ask for is the chicken."

As he spoke, he didn't forget to stretch out his hand and point to the courtyard.

"It?"

The old man squinted his eyes and couldn't help but glance at him.

But Chen Yulou's eyes were clear and his expression was frank, not like lying.

He relaxed a little.

However, his face still looked a little stiff.

"I have raised this chicken for five or six years, and I am reluctant to kill it and eat meat because of its crowing......"

Bang Bang –

He hadn't finished his sentence.

Chen Yulou suddenly took off the bamboo basket and took out a brown paper bag from it and opened it.

A handful of crystal clear, snow-white fine salt as silver suddenly flowed out.

"Is it enough?"

The old man's eyes lit up.

The mountains of Miaojiang are remote, and the most lacking thing is salt.

It has almost become hard currency.

Three quintals of rice can be exchanged for a pound of salt.

What's more, Chen Yulou still brought refined salt, and even this bag may not be able to exchange ten quintals of rice.

Subconsciously say yes.

But out of the corner of his eye, he quickly glanced at the bamboo basket, and there seemed to be a lot of salt in it.

He gritted his teeth, "Ana, you don't know, this is an angry ......"

Smack!

Chen Yulou took out another brown paper bag and slapped it on the stone pile.

"Is it enough?"

"This ......"

The old man was stunned.

When have you ever seen such a heroic person?

A disagreement is a waste of money.

My heart couldn't help but pound.

But human nature is greedy, he seems to be an old farmer in Miaojiang, but when he was young, he was also a ruthless character who was used to walking the rivers and lakes.

I just suppressed the idea of agreeing.

Want to see if you can knock a few more bags?

It's just that......

Before he could speak, he saw the young man dressed as a fortune teller, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, staring at him as if he was smiling.

For a moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he was being seen through and had nothing to hide.

"Uncle, you have figured it out."

"If you miss this village, you won't have this store anymore."

Chen Yulou picked up the bag of salt casually and said with a meaningful smile.

"Enough!"

"Two brothers."

"Old man, I'll catch chickens for you."