When all the gold bandits saw Taoist Wuji coming up, they immediately surrounded him.
The little leader of the golden bandit came up to him, hurriedly lit a pack of cigarettes and handed it to him, "Third Leader, why did you go back to the village today?"
"Why, can't I go back to the village?" Taoist Wuji's face was stern, and he looked very unhappy.
"Third Leader, what are you talking about!" The young leader of the Golden Bandit was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly explained, "I am happy to see the Third Leader back, but he is too stupid and can't speak..."
"Okay, as soon as you stick your butt out, I know what you want to do!" Taoist Wuji's face changed, he looked at the golden bandit leader with a smile and said, "Okay, don't be poor, take me to see big brother quickly. , a distinguished guest is coming."
The little leader of the Golden Bandit looked at Duan Wenjun, and when his eyes fell on Lin Shuer's face, he seemed to be shocked by her beauty, and showed a silly smile on his face.
"You kid, what are you looking at? If you don't want to die, don't look around!" Taoist Wuji shouted angrily, "Why don't you lead the way!"
The little leader was shocked when he heard this and did not dare to look any further. He hurriedly led the three of them towards the back of the cliff.
Within a few minutes, they came to a wooden cottage.
The golden bandit's cottage is far from as solid and luxurious as Duan Wenjun imagined.
In fact, their copycat is worse than Zhao Dachui's copycat on Moon Island.
A shabby-looking wooden wall surrounded a group of wooden houses, as if the wind would blow them down directly.
Duan Wenjun couldn't help but be stunned.
Isn't this Mr. Ma's gold bandit known as the richest bandit in Dashun?
Why is this cottage so dilapidated?
Just when he was surprised, the dilapidated village gate opened wide, and a rough voice rang out, "Lao San, you are finally back!"
Before seeing the person, smell the person first.
Immediately afterwards, a burly man led a group of people to the door.
"Brother, it's me. Are you okay?" Taoist Wuji also quickly ran towards the gate of the village.
Brothers are extremely happy to meet each other.
When Duan Wenjun and Lin Shuer walked in, Taoist Wuji was hugging two men tightly.
Both men are not young.
The head of the family, Mr. Ma, is about two meters tall, but his hair and beard are already gray, and his face is covered with wrinkles like pine bark.
His body was fat and his face was full of flesh. A scar pierced his face diagonally, from his right temple across the bridge of his nose to his left cheek.
It was like a giant centipede lying on his face, giving people a chilling feeling.
Yun Zhongdiao, the second head of the family, is a very gentle-looking Confucian scholar.
He wore a white turban on his head, a set of white Confucian robes, and held a feather fan in his hand.
At first glance, this figure looks a bit like Zhuge Liang in the TV series.
It's just that Zhuge Liang's face is too dark.
He is so dark that he can compete with Bao Zheng.
Especially, a rough face with a Chinese character, a big beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes...
His body shape and face, coupled with the white clothes, are really unflattering.
Duan Wenjun had just finished looking at the two of them, and Taoist Wuji had separated from them and introduced Duan Wenjun to them. "Eldest brother, second brother, let me introduce it to you. This is Mr. Duan, the son of Jiu-faced Xiao, and his Fiancée, Miss Lin.”
"Oh?" Mr. Ma frowned, "Why, aren't Jiu Mianxiao and his wife coming? Why are his son and daughter-in-law here instead?"
"When I went to pick up Jiu Mianxiao, something happened." Taoist Wuji's face suddenly became extremely solemn. "The couple found out some secrets of the Alchemy Sect, so they need to stay there for more time."
Seeing Mr. Ma's unhappy face, Duan Wenjun hurriedly said, "My father knows that the master is eager for alchemy, so he asked his nephew to come over first to assist the master."
"Oh? My nephew also knows the art of alchemy?" Ma Sanye finally showed a bright smile on his face.
Duan Wenjun smiled lightly and said, "I understand a little bit!"
"Brother, the tiger father has no dog son. The Nine-faced Owl is the mainstay of the alchemy sect, and his alchemy skills are unparalleled. Mr. Duan has received the true inheritance from his father, so he is naturally proficient in it." Taoist Wuji added.
"The reputation of the Nine-faced Owl is resounding throughout the world. We brothers have admired it for a long time!" Yun Zhongdiao looked at Duan Wenjun and said, "I think Mr. Duan must be very important in the Alchemy Sect."
Taoist Wuji once said that in the alchemy sect, there are not many people who can truly learn and master the art of alchemy.
Moreover, they also have a special requirement, that is, they must be over twenty-five years old.
Therefore, it stands to reason that Xiaochunzi, the son of Nine-faced Xiao, that is, the little Taoist priest, does not understand alchemy.
However, Duan Wenjun felt that if he entered the mountain, he must have some use value for the village, so that he could do it cheaply, so he claimed to understand this alchemy technique.
After all, this must be what Ma Sanye values most.
However, Taoist Wuji once told Ma Sanye and Yun Zhongdiao about some of the rules of the Alchemy Sect.
Therefore, it is impossible for Yunzhong Diao not to know.
Duan Wenjun knew that since he asked this, he must not believe him.
Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on his face, "Second Master, are you kidding! The rules of the Alchemy Sect are very strict. It is impossible for me to learn alchemy normally at my age. Otherwise, my father would also We will never get into this situation with the Alchemy Sect again.”
"Oh, so, could it be that your father's departure from the Alchemy Sect has something to do with Mr. Duan's learning of alchemy?" Yun Zhongpeng was stunned when he heard this.
Duan Wenjun did not answer him, but chose to acquiesce.
Here, silence is better than sound.
"Shan Fengshan will be even more powerful if he can get help from Mr. Duan." Mr. Ma laughed heartily, "Mr. Duan, please come in!"
Mr. Ma was at the front and walked towards the reception room of the village. Yun Zhongdiao no longer had any doubts and followed Taoist Wuji to the left and right, guarding Duan Wenjun and Lin Shuer and followed closely behind.
Shan Fengshan's cottage looks a bit depressed.
This place is not full of people like Moon Island. On the contrary, the entire Dazhai is empty. Except for the golden bandits who were guarding the mountain pass and the gate of the village just now, and the people who were guarding the mountain village, no one else can be seen.
Coming to the living room, there were several large pots of meat and bones on a huge wooden table.
There are also several jars of wine and several wine bowls.
The wine bowl is already filled with wine.
Above the wooden table is a large chair covered with tiger skin.
Mr. Ma took the lead and sat down on the tiger-skin chair, then called for everyone to follow him.
Yun Zhongdiao and several leaders of the village sat under the left head, while Taoist Wuji, Duan Wenjun and Lin Shuer sat under the right head.
Mr. Ma looked very happy and took the lead in picking up the wine bowl on the table. "Young Master Duan's visit to Dan Fengshan is really embarrassing for us. What are you doing?"
Halfway through, he turned his head and looked at Yunzhong Diao.
Yun Zhongdiao was stunned for a moment, then came up to him and whispered.
Mr. Ma laughed heartily, "Yes, the fennel is shining! The fennel is shining! Come, I'll give you a bowl of it for Mr. Duan and your lady."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Master! My father said that the Master is willing to take in our father and son. That is the great kindness of the Master to our father and son." Duan Wenjun hurriedly raised his wine bowl in return. "Shan Fengshan is rich in gold mines, and our father and son happen to be proficient in it." The art of alchemy, this is the combination of powerful forces, which will definitely create a bright future for Shan Fengshan."
"Young Master Duan and his son don't mind our little Shanfengshan Temple's willingness to come. This is our blessing!" Ma Sanye laughed. "Young Master Duan is right. We are joining forces. As long as we can make alchemy by ourselves, when the time comes, I'm afraid at least 10% of Dashun's gold came from our Shanfeng Mountain..."
