Feng Jun lay on his stomach in a patch of long grass, silently observing the small village below the mountain.

It had been twenty days since he had re-entered the wilderness space, and three days earlier, he had discovered the small village below the mountain.

The village is very small, about 20 families, more than 100 people, planting more than 1,000 acres of land, the fields are watered by mountain streams, there are fruit trees, there is also breeding, and there are more than ten young people, who can shoot bows or hunt with iron forks.

Not far from the village, the mountain stream converges into a small lake, fifty or sixty acres in size, but no one is seen fishing.

People's clothing is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty, with two pieces of clothing and an accent similar to the Haozhou dialect of the real society, which sounds more laborious and ...... It's even harder, at least for Feng Jun, this is still a short time he has been in Haozhou.

Of course, for Feng Jun, he is more concerned about the opponent's force index, if it is the kind of force that "strikes out with one palm, and the life is wiped out within a radius of 100 miles", he can only choose an extremely cautious way of contact.

Fortunately, the force value of the people here is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty, and some people get up in the morning to box, but that's the case, Feng Jun feels that his force value can be ranked in the top three in this village.

The only worse thing is that all the people here have long hair, women and men, and they still wear their hair in a bun - it really looks like the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Jun has a short hair, although he has been here for three months, his hair has not grown long, and he wants to comb a similar bun, he feels that he needs to keep his hair for at least two years.

It's more tiring.

Of course, there are wigs sold in real life, but Feng Jun also saw that when the men in the village were playing, the bun was often one of the attack points, and once they grabbed the other party's bun, it was easy to fall people to the ground.

Feng Jun couldn't imagine that after he blended into it, one day someone stretched out his hand - hey, I grabbed his hair?

So he didn't bother to wait any longer, and he didn't bother to go back to Earth, and then he made similar clothes, a little different, then a little different.

So he retreated to the top of the hill, sheltered himself in his makeshift shack, held an iron rod in his hand, loaded his body with all kinds of weapons, and carried a large backpack on his back, and went around to the other side of the mountain, intending to make a detour into the village.

This circumambulation is at least forty miles, but for Feng Jun, it doesn't matter, it is close to the village directly from the top of the mountain, only seven or eight miles, but his materials are easy to expose.

When I walked to the village seven or eight miles away, there was a sheep intestine path, which was purely a path stepped on by people, but the road was quite flat, but it was more winding.

When he walked more than three miles on the trail, at a bend, there was the sound of weapons colliding, and someone was screaming.

Feng Jun stopped, used his hands and feet together, and quickly climbed a big rock, and when he looked at it, he found that it was a man and a woman fighting, the man was in his forties, and the woman was about her early twenties.

Both of them had knives, the woman used a wood knife, and the man used a machete, but on the contrary, the woman actually blocked the man's attack, and occasionally returned two knives.

"Is it her?" Feng Jun's brows furrowed, this woman was from that small village, he had seen it in the telescope, a family of five, in addition to her parents, there were two younger brothers.

Her father had a broken arm, and he basically couldn't see him make a move, but the woman's skills were quite powerful, not only practicing martial arts by herself, but also urging her two younger brothers to practice martial arts.

Feng Jun asked herself, if she only said tricks, she was not her opponent, of course, if she fought to the death, she had to say something else.

However, he listed her father as a target he couldn't beat, although he hadn't seen the middle-aged man make a move.

As for the man who cut her down, he had no impression.

The woman was waving the hatchet and screaming at the same time, but the man was smiling at the corner of his mouth, saying something triumphantly, and a machete was swinging easily, looking like he still had some strength left.

After looking at it for a few minutes, Feng Jun found that women were probably not opponents, first of all, women were inferior to men in endurance, and secondly, the man had a sword on his back, and he didn't pull it out.

In a short time, the woman's sideburns were disheveled, her face flushed, and she was a little exhausted, but the man was still unhurriedly waving the thick-backed machete, and grinning and saying something.

Nima...... You are talking too fast," Feng Jun gritted his teeth in annoyance, he couldn't understand it.

The more desperate the woman became, she found a green bamboo shoot here today, and said that there was a gratifying harvest, but she didn't expect a man to come up from the mountain and say that this bamboo shoot was planted by him.

Even children can't be coaxed by this, there is only one village in Xiaohu Village seven or eight miles away, and the people in the surrounding villages, she also knows about the same - at least she knows all of them.

The man asked her to put down the bamboo shoots, but of course she refused to agree, so the man said that since this is the case, not only Yaling Qing Bamboo Shoots, but you can also stay and have fun with me.

The woman was furious when she heard this, and she knew that she couldn't be good, so she directly drew her knife to fight, not thinking about the other party's combat effectiveness, and beyond her imagination, she was not an opponent.

The mountain people here are very strong, as a woman, she dares to walk alone in the mountains, in addition to her own force, and the distance from the village is relatively close.

It's too far away, she won't go alone, let alone her, even the young men in the village don't dare to go alone, you know, there are fierce beasts in the mountains.

She couldn't beat the other party, she wasn't particularly anxious in her heart, thinking that maybe the people in the village would pass by, after all, the village was only four or five miles away from here, and she was still on the way to the village.

But after waiting for a long time, no one in the village passed by, and her strength was a little unable to keep up, so her mentality was a little unbalanced, and she was more and more embarrassed to parry.

The next moment, she was in a trance, and the other party's machete swept past her and cut off half of her clothes.

She became more and more flustered, and her eyes were scattered, and she did not expect to see at a glance, on a large rock not far away, there stood a strange young man, not only with short hair, but also with a style of clothing that she had never seen before.

But at this time, where did she think about it so much?

Watts, Feng Jun was a little stunned, what are you talking about?

The middle-aged man was very experienced, and he was not distracted by the woman's shouting, he only slowed down his attack a little, and then looked sideways.

At this glance, he was slightly shocked in his heart, Nima ...... And sure enough, someone came out? This hairy girl didn't lie to me.

Feng Jun thought about it, pointed to his nose, and shouted three words loudly, "Say it slowly." ”

His pronunciation is very strange, however, he has tried to pronounce it in Haozhou dialect as much as possible.

When the woman heard this strange pronunciation, she pondered for a moment before she realized what the other party was saying.

It turned out to be a stranger, she guessed the identity of the other party, so she slowed down her voice and spoke loudly, "You, help me, hit him, Yaling Qingzhu, divide it equally!"

Feng Jun understood, although he didn't know what the Yaling green bamboo shoots were, but he had been observing for a while, and he basically knew what the other party was talking about.

This woman should have found something good, the man wanted to rob it, and he wanted to take the woman too, and now the woman wants to share with him the good thing called "Yaling Green Bamboo Shoots".

Feng Jun is actually not very interested in that good thing, and he wants to integrate into this small mountain village first by helping.

So he shook his head, "I'm not interested in the Aoling Bamboo Shoots, I just want to make sure, you need help, right?"

The middle-aged man was anxious, his hand tightened, and his knife technique suddenly became much faster, and at the same time he shouted, "Little guy, as long as you don't care about idle things, this woman belongs to you, and Yaling Qingzhu belongs to me!"

Feng Jun really didn't have much interest in this woman, her face was still on the earth realm, and she could score almost seventy points - this is because she is relatively young, and the vitality of youth is a plus.

But her figure is very strong, yes, not plump but strong, thick legs and arms, Feng Jun doesn't like this type of robustness.

Moreover, although he can also go clubbing and hook netizens, but that is the restlessness of young people, he doesn't like to force women at all, and even hates this kind of person very much - if you can't hook a beautiful woman, that's because you don't have the ability, and using force is rubbish.

When the woman saw him asking, she hurriedly replied loudly, "It is necessary to divide half of you, or you go to the village to help me call someone." ”

She said this sentence relatively quickly, Feng Jun thought for a while, and then guessed what the other party meant, so he shouted loudly, "So, how long do you think you can hold on?"

As soon as the middle-aged man heard that this young man was going to intervene, he was immediately annoyed, "Boy, do you want to die?"

"I don't like the way you speak," Feng Jun snorted lightly and took off the powerful crossbow from his shoulder.

The woman had certainly never seen such a high-tech product, but just from its appearance, she could guess what it was, so she shouted, "Don't kill him, catch him alive." ”

While shouting, she jumped to the side, she wasn't sure how good the other party's archery skills were, and she didn't want to be injured by mistake.

The middle-aged man was also distracted to observe Feng Jun, and when he saw that the other party actually took out a crossbow, he was immediately shocked, he never dreamed that the shiny iron frame hanging on the other party's shoulder, fiddling twice, turned into a bow and crossbow.

"Treasure," a greedy glance crossed his eyes.

Of course, he knew in his heart that even if he found a treasure, he had to have a life to enjoy it.

Seeing the woman retreating, he didn't hesitate to turn around and run, still shouting in his mouth, "Boy, you wait, dare to spoil Huang Fengling's good deeds, you are dead!"

Feng Jun didn't think about it, pulled the trigger, and a short steel arrow shot out and nailed directly to the opponent's left leg.

The middle-aged man had used his tricks to dodge the crossbow arrows that came from him, but his judgment was wrong, and he thought that the crossbow was only two feet long, and the power would not be too great, so he didn't look back.

Unexpectedly, he was actually shot by an arrow.