This man was not acting arrogantly, he should be a man of good character. Liu Xiaolou watched this man go away, full of respect, and held his hands behind him as a gift.
But in the evening, when it was getting dark, the bad guy appeared. He suddenly rushed out of the forest, rushed to the edge of the field, slashed a few times with his sickle, turned around and ran away, unable to catch up.
Liu Xiaolou, who was at the third level of Qi refining, had not yet reached the point where the flying sword could leave his body. He could only roar twice at the opponent's back and jump on his feet to curse him with "Hua Zi".
The last piece of the spiritual field was so depressing that it was robbed more than ten times. Especially the last time was even more depressing. The opponent's cultivation level was obviously two steps higher. He stayed on the edge of the field and refused to leave. Liu Xiaolou rushed forward and tried his best several times but failed.
He couldn't beat him, and scolding him was of no use. The other party just covered his head with a black scarf and reaped the harvest. He took away two points of his land, then tied it up in a leisurely manner, packed it up, and took it away. There was no way around it.
Fortunately, this was the last piece of his spiritual land that he had to bear. Twenty kilograms of it was taken away from him one after another, but it had nothing to do with the overall situation. It was just used as food for the dogs.
After delivering the spirit grain that night, there was only about a hundred kilograms short of the delivery amount. There were four bags of spirit grain buried in the secret place, weighing about three hundred kilograms. Of course, he couldn't pay it all at once. When he finally handed over the grain tomorrow night, he planned to hand over another thirty or fifty kilograms. If he didn't finish the amount, he would use money to pay it, just like spending money to buy rice. One kilogram of spiritual rice. Although the price of two taels of silver is high, it is not something you can buy if you want to.
Back in the field, Liu Xiaolou adjusted his breathing for half an hour. Taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, he put on a black scarf and a bamboo hat.
What others can do, I can do too!
The target had been set long ago. It was at the southeast end of the valley. When Liu Xiaolou delivered grain every night, he would pass by the mountain and he could see which spiritual fields in the valley had not been harvested. There is a large spiritual field at the southeast end, more than four acres of land. The spiritual rice is still growing neatly, which is quite conspicuous.
Standing on the mountainside, I watched for a long time under the moonlight. The spiritual field was quiet and quiet, and there was no one around. I don't know if the Zang family didn't assign help, or the helpers who were assigned here didn't have time to harvest. In short, this is it!
After waiting patiently for a long time, when a dark cloud passed by and blocked the bright moonlight, the night suddenly became a little darker, and it was even darker below the valley, making it almost impossible to see my fingers.
"Let's go!" Liu Xiaolou encouraged himself and jumped down, as fast and as powerful as a tiger!
After a few ups and downs, we descended to the foot of the mountain, bent over and rushed quickly, and soon arrived at the edge of the field.
As expected, I couldn't see my fingers, which was a good time to steal rice.
Liu Xiaolou tiptoed into the field, not knowing where he was. He endured the thorns of the awns, threw out the blurred fragrant tendons, and immediately began to pull out the rice. He pulled up a clump and threw it into the basket behind him. Stuffed.
I took a few steps back to exit the paddy field and almost tripped over a field stalk behind my feet. I was really embarrassed, but I didn’t care about that much at the moment. I poured out the rice straw in the basket on my back, tied it with a rice straw, and temporarily piled it on the field ridge. .
He returned to the field and continued working, going back and forth many times and cutting five or six bundles in a row.
While working, I looked up at the sky. The dark clouds in the sky were about to drift away and the moonlight would be revealed again. At that time, it would be best to retreat to the mountainside and wait for a good opportunity before going down the mountain.
While he was thinking about it, the blurred fragrant tendon swung forward, but it was empty and was not wrapped around the rice straw.
Without thinking about it carefully, the blurred fragrant tendons were thrown farther away, and this time they were entangled. Liu Xiaolou poured his true energy into the fragrant tendons and returned to the area...
A soft cry sounded at the foot: "Ouch..."
Liu Xiaolou was stunned, and when he took a closer look, what he pulled back was not a rice straw, but a human figure!
The dark clouds passed by, and the moonlight shone again. This time, I could see clearly that he was a human being, with his own mysterious fragrant tendons still wrapped around his ankles.
Looking at the rice fields, there are rice thieves covered in black scarves everywhere, like headless flies, panicking and scurrying around in the moonlight.
The man whose ankles were wrapped sat up half of his body, went to grab the Milimixiang tendons, and looked angrily at Liu Xiaolou: "You're a bastard, don't you have any eyes?"
Liu Xiaolou was also frightened and had no time to fight with him. He took back the fragrant tendons and returned to the field ridge in a few steps. He grabbed the rice ears that he had harvested and stuffed most of them into the basket on his back. Each of his hands, which could not hold the stuff, carried a few bundles. , quickly ran into the forest.
When I climbed to the mountainside, I panted and looked back. There was no one on the rice field. It had been harvested to pieces. The originally brand-new rice field was full of rice. Now only a small half of it was left. If a dog has chewed it, it will usually look bad.
"These rice thieves are so stupid!" Liu Xiaolou spat bitterly and looked at the ruined rice fields with regret. After hesitating for a moment, he finally left.
There were too many thieves eyeing this rice field, and the owner's family would be alerted without warning. Then the stolen goods would be taken away, but the gains would be outweighed by the losses.
I found a secluded place to count the harvest. There were five bundles in the basket on my back, three bundles in each hand, a total of eleven bundles. The harvest was good!
Huh? Eleven bundles? If I remember correctly, I only harvested five or six bundles, right?
After careful identification, it turned out that six of the bundles had been uprooted and done by me. The remaining five bundles were half-cut from the rice stalks and were obviously much shorter. I don't know who did it.
This unexpected gain calmed Liu Xiaolou's panic and made him feel much better.
He immediately started to remove the ash from the ears, and got almost seven or eight pounds. He put it into the backpack with satisfaction and rushed to the next target.
The next spiritual field is a little more remote. It is hidden in a corner of the mountain. It only has more than one acre of land and is relatively long and narrow. When viewed from the mountain, it is blocked by a large tree next to it, making it difficult to find it. If he hadn't gone to relieve himself when he passed by the day before yesterday, Liu Xiaolou would not have noticed it.
When he reached the top of the spiritual field, Liu Xiaolou jumped down, landed on the tree branch, and gently opened the branches to check for movement.
Seeing this, my heart sank.
Someone has already come to this spiritual field. They have just begun harvesting about a portion of the land.
Liu Xiaolou was a little annoyed, but also a little unwilling. He looked at it under the moonlight and saw that this person was a female cultivator. Her age was indistinguishable, but she had a graceful figure. The key was that she did not have a black scarf covering her face. She was generous and generous. Harvest with a long sword.
Since he is not masked, it means that this spiritual field is contracted by someone else, and the technique is not to wield a sword in the air, which means that his cultivation level has not reached the high level of Qi refining, that is, he has not reached the eighth level of Qi refining - of course, the eighth level of Qi refining Few experts are willing to come over and help.
Looking at it for a moment, I found that her long sword never emitted sword light. Otherwise, why would she be so embarrassed when cutting the rice ears? In other words, his cultivation level has not reached the middle level of Qi Refining, which is above the fifth level.
if it is like this......
Isn't this another good opportunity?
Liu Xiaolou covered his head with a black scarf again, quietly jumped down from the tree trunk, and tiptoed to the edge of the field.
There were still a few feet away from the field ridge, so the cat lowered his waist and crawled over on all fours.
