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Tonight's Qinghu Village is also slightly different from before, the lifeless cottage in the past, but there is a little laughter tonight. In the past, the bandits had already gone to sleep, but tonight they lit a bonfire, and sat together in groups of three and five to discuss this, and from time to time there were bursts of laughter. The generosity of the new owners has rekindled their hopes for the increasingly numb life. One by one, they are looking forward to how to live a good life under the leadership of the new owner.

In the room of the former owner of the village, Lu Qi looked at the elated bandits not far away and shook his head. Such a high-risk profession that licks blood from the knife edge makes them live like this, and sometimes Lu Qi pities them. I think that when I first crossed over, I looked at Yunlong Village, which was full of blue brick houses, and thought it was a small force with contempt. But when he continued to go deep into this world, he found that Yunlongzhai was so bullish, not to mention the great master of the innate realm. It was those green brick houses that first threw Qinghu Village off more than a dozen streets. Yunlongzhai is still a force, and there are still people who bother to calculate and set up.

But what about this Qinghu Village? It can't even be counted as a force! There are a few broken thatched houses, and there are only about 30 people counting the owners of the village. In the evening, Lu Qi went to look at several other thatched huts, and there was nothing in them except a homemade wooden table and a few beds. It's just simple and can't be in the simple, except for the thatched house of the owner of the whole cottage, it is like a place for a person to live, and the rest of the place is stronger than the wild man's cave. These people do such a high-risk profession as bandits, and every time they go down the mountain, they don't know if they can come back, but the treatment they enjoy is inversely proportional to the danger of this profession.

In Lu Qi's imagination, there are only two kinds of people who like to live such a life, one is a person with a temperament who has ideas, loves freedom, lives for ideals, and can realize an idea in his heart, he can be desperate for anything, even if it is a sea of swords and fires; These are two very different people, but they are likely to live the same life. It may be that these two kinds of people give the same feeling materially, but there is a gap between heaven and earth spiritually.

For example, if the former type of person is dead, her spirit has always lived in people's hearts. The latter kind of person, although alive, is no different from dead to others. The former lives for the sake of ideals, while the latter lives for the sake of living.

The bandits in Qinghu Village were a group of people who lived for life before, but Lu Qi didn't comment on their good or bad, after all, Lu Qi didn't know anything about what they had experienced before. He can only secretly warn himself in his heart that no matter what kind of setbacks he faces in the future, he can't lose the direction in his heart and become such a person.

Turning around, Lu Qi looked at Yang Xing and Yan Ge in the room. Because there was only one decent house in the stockade, and all three of them were going to spend the night here, all three of them lived here. Fortunately, they are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and they don't care about this kind of thing. However, the big bed must have been given to Yan Ge, and it happened that the door was broken by Lu Qi, and there were two more bed boards for Lu Qi and Yang Xing.

However, as soon as he subdued these bandits, Lu Qi didn't feel at ease and slept here. The three of them discussed it for a while, and planned to keep vigil in shifts, in case people would eat black at night and serve a pot. Yan Ge guarded first, Lu Qi and Yang Xing lay down early, and fell asleep after a while.

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The moonlight turned the earth into a sea of silver, and the empty forest was dead. There were only three or two bandits left in the Qinghu Village who were still keeping vigil, and the rest had already gone to bed early. Suddenly, six sturdy figures appeared under the mountainside. One by one, they set up smart light skills, as if antelopes were running in the direction of the cottage.

"The owner of the village, is what the Jinhua lady said credible? What if she tricks us into taking something and doesn't take us in search of treasure?" said a tall, lanky young man.

"Hmph, don't worry, forgive her and don't dare! Although that Jinhua is a person who buries the flower road, I am also Dean Huang's person anyway. If she dares to deceive us, Dean Huang will naturally destroy her Jinhua Village. At that time, even if she runs away, the punishment in the funeral flower path will be enough for her to bear. After we went back and got the happy order after a while, we followed her inch by inch, and she couldn't play any tricks. If she obediently took us there, then it would not hurt to give her the happy order, after all, with our current strength, we would not be able to enter the happy forest. It's better to keep the token for some benefits, and ten birds are in sight than one bird in hand!" said the horse-faced man who was called the owner of the village, with a look of complete control.

If the treasure is real, then we don't have to live a life of licking blood from the knife edge after dividing the money. Haha!" the tall lanky young man snapped his ass.

When the horse-faced village owner heard this, he laughed and didn't reply, not knowing what he was thinking. The six of them continued to walk forward, and after a while, they walked to the gate of Qinghu Village, looking at a few bandits sleeping by the fire, one of them smiled and said: "Look, the owner of the village, these stupid pigs still know how to keep vigil!"

The owner of the horse-faced village smiled slightly, and just wanted to say something. A voice next to him interjected: "No! Look, why is the light still on in your house?"

The rest looked up, and sure enough, the door of the largest thatched hut was open and the lights were on.

"Bastard! It's really lawless, you dare to steal Lao Tzu's things! Kill me by copying the guy!" the horse-faced village owner roared in shock. After saying that, he only heard a loud sound, he drew the scimitar behind his back and swung it angrily at the three minions a few times. Several crescent-like silver rays opened like flowers, and the sharp blades slashed through the necks of the three minions almost simultaneously, instantly beheading the three minions who were still asleep. The three minions died quietly before they could make a sound.

After doing all this, the anger of the horse-faced village owner seemed to be lighter. He walked towards his room with a gloomy face, and the five people behind him also quickly drew their knives and crossed the corpses of the three minions and followed the horse-faced village master.

At midnight, it was already Lu Qi keeping vigil, he raised a lamp for himself and cut a pot of tea. Sitting at the desk of the former owner of the village, looking at the few strange things he left behind. Looking at the bill, Lu Qi found that the owner of the village would hand over forty percent of the looted property to a person named Huang Gongzi every month. It looked as if it was an offering, just as he wondered what was going on. Suddenly, a sense of crisis enveloped him, and there was a poof. A man fell from the roof, and a glittering scimitar slashed straight at his neck, and in an instant he was less than a foot away from Lu Qi.

Looking at the cold blade, his instinct told him that it was a sharp-grade weapon.

Hide! You must hide! If you don't hide, you will die!