First of all, Zhou Li felt that he was not an exhibitionist.
But there was no way. During the twenty years he lived in the Ming Dynasty, Zhou Li discovered that the most consumed thing as a Ling Qi master was not weapons, nor lime and poisonous powder, because these things may not be used every time.
However, clothes are really one-time consumables, and the wastage rate is extremely high. When Ximen Chuixue came, he had to have his pants stripped off and then challenged Ye Gucheng without his shirt.
Of course, Zhou Li would not say this to the old village chief. At present, he only showed a simple and straightforward image of being greedy for money. Not taking off his silver clothes is what he should do as a scumbag now.
After seeing Zhou Li's greedy face that would rather expose his perfect body like a marble sculpture than take off his silver clothes, the village chief's face suddenly smiled like a washed chrysanthemum, bright and happy. The villagers gathered around Zhou Li were also chatting happily, seeming to express that it was a great blessing for the village to have such a scum join them.
Boom.
Zhou Li's ears suddenly twitched, and then he looked covertly into the crowd. When he saw the familiar and beautiful woman smiling stiffly at him, he immediately returned a meaningful smile, then patted his waist three times and turned his head.
"In that case, let's go."
The old man paused his crutches and stood by the street outside the barn. His eyes drifted to the bright oil lamp behind Zhou Li, and he said, "The next level is to go to my house."
Lao Deng, I advise you to think clearly.
Zhou Li didn't say anything, but his clenched fists were ready to go. Once this old man wanted to perform something like "Let me see you are perfectly developed", he would simply set the village on fire. Then burn the idol.
But fortunately, Lao Deng just gasped loudly, and there is the following:
"The last level of the three levels of Qian is called Drinking Immortal Gold."
The old man stood in front of Zhou Li with his hands behind his back, facing the end of the street, and said slowly:
"This fairy gold is very precious. An ordinary family can only have one chance to drink fairy gold once a year. Therefore, you need to go to my home with me to get the fairy gold."
"Okay, okay."
Zhou Li acted like a fly rubbing his hands and asked cautiously: "Can this fairy gold be sold?"
Seeing Zhou Li's cute face with street light written on the left side and scum written on the right face, the old man smiled and patted Zhou Li on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"Don't be impatient. A scum like you...Zhonglongfeng is definitely my successor as village chief. When the time comes, if you take over my position as village chief, will you still worry about the immortal gold?"
After finishing speaking, the old man looked around, waved his hands impatiently, and shouted:
"Stop looking, have you all eaten? Hurry up and make a fire to cook, and let the smoke rise to a liter. Don't let the young master think that we are a poor village. Hurry up!"
After dismissing the crowd around him, Zhou Li reluctantly glanced at the beautiful woman who winked at him. Seeing this, the old man on the side asked with a smile:
"Sir, this beautiful woman is not simple. She is a famous widow in our village. She killed three husbands. You just..."
He looked at Zhou Li's hand on his side, a faint trace of light flashed in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Patting your waist three times, what does it mean?"
Hearing this, Zhou Li was stunned. After a moment, under the old man's half-smiling gaze, Zhou Li frowned, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, old gentleman, you don't have the wisdom to look at you."
"I patted my waist three times. Didn't this mean she would knock on the door in the middle of the night?"
The old village chief was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed suddenly, and the original wariness in his eyes dissipated a lot. He smiled and shook his head, sighing: "You are a young man after all. I am an old man, I don't understand, I don't understand..."
After saying this, the old village chief asked Zhou Li to go to his home first. After a moment, looking at Zhou Li's never-turning back, the old village chief's eyes flashed with confusion and solemnity. Then he waved, and a man with pointed ears and monkey cheeks came to his side.
After tilting his head and listening carefully to what the village chief said, the man with pointed ears and monkey cheeks quickly left the place. And the old village chief also walked in the direction of his home.
The old village chief's home is located near the mountain in the village, on a higher ground, and it is the only small building with three floors.
When Zhou Li and the village chief entered the house together, Zhou Li found that dozens of mountain god statues of different shapes were placed in the main hall, all staring at him. These wooden mountain god statues were crying and laughing, and some were taking out gold hearts and silver lungs and holding them in their mouths. They all looked at Zhou Li as if the sculptures were alive.
"I usually like the art of carving. These are my humble works."
The old man looked at Zhou Li, grinning slightly and smiling kindly, "The mountain god is as kind as a mountain... We can't forget his contribution."
"Yeah yeah."
Zhou Li blinked, and the lifelike feeling of those sculptures suddenly dissipated and turned back into a group of dead objects. He leaned back slightly and then said, "Then what are we going to do next?"
"I'll go get the immortal gold first, please wait for me for a moment."
The village chief warned Zhou Li, and then slowly walked upstairs. Zhou Li stood at the door and looked at it for a moment, with something strange flashing in his eyes.
All the windows here face the mountains.
Zhou Li raised his head and looked. Outside the glass facing the door, a kind and kind mountain god was staring at him with a smile. In fact, if he looked carefully, there was no mountain god there? It's just a pattern formed by a pile of scattered stones stacked on the cliff.
After blinking, the dim windows that exposed no light to the mountain returned to their original appearance. Zhou Li secretly circulated the spiritual energy in his body and found nothing unusual.
At this moment, a sound of stepping on the floor sounded from upstairs. After a while, the village chief, holding a gold cup in his hand, walked up to Zhou Li with a hunched body, squeezed together with folds on his face, and said with a mouth full of gold teeth:
"Master Zhou, please."
"Just drink like this?"
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment, thinking that this aspect would also change. He lowered his head, and the viscous gold liquid in the golden cup seemed to be flowing. A refreshing fragrance made people feel refreshed, and the hidden sweetness was enough to evoke a person's instinctive desire.
"Yes, just drink it."
Nodding, the village chief asked with a smile: "Master, do you have any concerns?"
"this···"
Zhou Li glanced out the window, then thought about it and said, "Can I drink this gold?"
"Haha, the young master doesn't know something."
Shaking his head with a smile, the village chief whispered: "The gold in this cup is not ordinary gold, but the immortal spirit energy condensed by the mountain god. This is immortal gold. Take a sip, and your whole body will be clear, and you will feel like you are soaring. If you get a taste of it, even if I offer you the elixir in exchange, I'm afraid you won't be able to part with it."
"So delicious?"
Facing the confused Zhou Li, the village chief smiled and said decisively: "It's so delicious!"
"Oh~~~"
Zhou Li had a look of realization on his face, and then he looked out the window again. When the last ray of sunset disappeared from the window sill, he faced the waiting village chief and smiled.
"Then I'm welcome."
"Oh, why are you so polite?"
The old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It will be a village soon..."
Step back with your left foot and lift your right leg heavily. At the same time, a gust of wind suddenly blew through the house.
A dozen chickens and eggs.
Looking at the man in front of him, he covered his lower body and slowly fell to his knees. The expression on his face was distorted by pain. He couldn't even cry out in pain. He could only make a whooshing sound with his throat, like an old man draining a toilet.
Zhou Li stretched out his hand and stuffed a ball of cloth directly under the other person's tongue. Then he showed a kind face and said softly:
"Now that you say so."
"Then I'm really rude."
