Wuyu and his party walked over the mountain to the small mountain village until the sun was getting thicker. This small mountain village was built on the mountain. A main road paved with bluestones spread to the middle of the mountain. On both sides of the road were extremely dense trees. The house style is old, and occasionally you can see buildings from the late Qing Dynasty.
The man said enthusiastically: "Our population here is not as large as before. Many young people have gone out to make money. It turns out that we are also a big village."
He grabbed the middle-aged woman and said, "Go back quickly and cook some food to entertain these friends. Kill a chicken and then go to Mr. Miao's house to buy a fish."
"Hey, wait!"
Fatty Wang stopped the middle-aged woman. Just when they thought Fatty Wang was going to shirk, they saw Fatty Wang take out two hundred yuan from his pocket and stuff it into the man's hand: "Here, this is the food expenses for the three of us. Please make something delicious, our young master is a picky eater."
The man tried to refuse, but was unable to resist Fatty Wang's strong force. The middle-aged woman trotted away even more enthusiastically.
They were talking when suddenly!
A very close sound sounded, like the sound of iron falling to the ground.
"bump---"
"Brother Immortal...!"
The young man walked along the long bluestone road with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed. With just such a startling glance, an old man with white hair like snow was stunned for a moment by such a casual glance. The iron pot in his hand slipped weakly, and then he shouted out such a title.
The excitement and enthusiasm that had been suffering for years poured out in an instant.
For a moment, the four people all looked at the old man.
"What? Brother Immortal...?" Fatty Wang's mouth twitched. Which one of them is good enough to be this old man's...brother?
The old man ignored everyone, his complicated gaze fell directly on Wu Yu, and even trotted over, climbed over the fence and stood directly on the terrace dozens of centimeters above the road, bending down to look at Wu Yu.
"It's so similar..." The old man's hands trembled with excitement.
"Who do I look like?" Wu Yu frowned slowly, and a hunch came to his mind... Could this person know the man named Xie Chen again?
How similar is he to that Xie Chen, and what kind of rare white moonlight does Xie Chen make these old men still miss after they reach this age...
Wuxie and Fatty Wang both frowned and glanced at Wuyu, obviously not understanding what the old man was causing.
And the middle-aged man said in surprise: "Uncle Miao, what are you doing?! What kind of fairy brother? Even if this young man is handsome, you won't be so exaggerated when you are old..."
Judging from the man's tone, this old man's status in the village is not low.
"Like a fairy-like figure..." Miao He looked at Wu Yu intently and ignored the middle-aged man's words. He suddenly sighed and felt a little disappointed, but his eyes still fell on Wu Yu. His eyes could almost be said to be superior. {Greed}: "You are not him..."
The old man looked at the young man {greedily}, looking through the young man at the man he once was.
This kind of gaze makes people more curious.
"Old man, can you chat with us?" Wuxie stepped directly onto Miaohe's yard, as if determined to have a long chat: "Who does our brother look like?"
"Yes, old man, you are so shocked, at least explain it to us clearly." Fatty Wang also said.
Wuyu sat directly on the fence of the terrace, waiting for the old man to tell stories.
Miao He was not willing to talk to Wu Xie and Fatty Wang at first, but when he looked at Wu Yu who was sitting down, his face made him refuse to drive away the guests and he couldn't say anything.
So similar, maybe this boy has a close relationship with the man from before... "Boy, do you know a man named Xie Chen?"
It was really that name. Wu Yu looked at Miao He with a subtle look. What did Xie Chen do again? "You know a little bit."
Miao He's eyes lit up, and then he told them a story.
That was 73 years ago.
Miao He is still a 12-year-old child.
This young boy has the energy to jump up and down, and he is no exception. After being impressed by his fifteen or sixteen-year-old friends, he showed off his determination to go hunting in the woods after catching prey.
After sneaking into the mountains for a day, I was unlucky enough to encounter a pack of wolves. The roars and bites of dozens of wolves almost drove Miao He to collapse.
Fear and pain were tormenting him.
He was biting his lip, holding the machete he took from home and swinging it around wildly. The blood from the scratched or bitten wounds on his abdomen and back stimulated the wolves even more.
This person is destined to be the food in their mouth.
"Ouch!!!"
The Wolf King roared with bloody excitement.
"Tsk, where did this poor little guy come from?" A young man's voice floated into Miao He's ears, like a holy voice.
Miao He followed the sound, and at this moment he seemed to see a god descending to earth.
The young man is wearing a white robe, with picturesque features and elegant outlines. His long black hair is held up by a wooden hairpin. When he raises his eyes to look at you, the sun and the moon are eclipsed and he is the only one left. No words in the world can describe him. description.
While the man was talking and laughing, he casually grabbed a handful of leaves beside him, and the next second, countless leaves flew out of his hands!
It seemed as if it turned into a sharp weapon in an instant, and pierced the bodies of the wolves like a knife in less than a second. In an instant, two-thirds of the wolves fell to the ground, dead!
Even if the remaining wolves didn't have brains, they were too frightened by this turn of events to dare to move!
"ah…!"
Miao He was so shocked by this scene that his jaw almost dropped. He didn't dare to turn his eyes, and he didn't notice when two young men appeared again.
"I said, Mr. Xie Da, you are always so straightforward, why don't you give us young people a chance to express themselves? This makes me and the mute seem to have no sense of existence." The man who spoke was full of ruthlessness, and his shoulders were He has well-layered hair, deep facial features, and is really handsome. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He stands as if he has no bones and wants to lean on Mr. Xie's shoulder.
As a result, someone put a finger on his forehead, making him unable to get over.
"Xiao Hei." Mr. Xie's voice was gentle, but his words were particularly cruel: "If you lean on me again, I won't mind making it impossible for you to walk."
Another man who was calm and cool suddenly took a step around, from Mr. Xie's left to the right, and inserted himself between Xiao Hei and Mr. Xie, successfully separated the two people, and reached out to push Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei was pushed back two steps, and looked at them with a smile and said: "Then sir, do you want to hug me? If you insist on doing so, I don't mind. Who makes you the elder? Where are we juniors?" Dare to say a word of no." This ungrateful voice sounded like naked teasing.
Mr. Xie sighed and suddenly took two steps forward. Miao He didn't even see what was going on. Mr. Xie grabbed Xiao Hei's wrist and clasped it behind Xiao Hei's back. Xiao Hei turned around to look at Xie. Sir, the two of them looked at each other.
Then I heard Xiao Hei say seriously: "Xie Chen, I was wrong."
The young man who pushed someone said, "You really deserve a beating."
