"Xiaomu, what is your mission? It's so mysterious, huh!" Lingdang reluctantly complained in Muziyun's ear.
Mu Ziyun's face was still green. He held up the wooden sign and found that Fang Tianmu was still walking fifty feet away from them. He suddenly felt resentful and said angrily: "This is that kid's mission. I don't care. I have to hand over the treasure, and he has to help."
Huzi was also full of questions and said, "Brother Fang, why are you so far away? Have we done something wrong?"
Before dawn, several people had arrived at Makino. After leaving the temple, they returned to human form. Most of the residents of Makino were agricultural workers, and they were basically mortals. A few Long people lived in seclusion here after getting tired of the world.
Even before dawn, there were already many passers-by, and most of them were heading towards Mianzuo. They were all wondering why so many people went to Mianzuo, a city with no rules. There were also a few people holding wooden signs, walking the same path as them.
When the sun rose, I saw mortals going out. Bell stopped one and asked: "Uncle, is there a big iron man in Makino?"
"I recognize you, you recognize me." The man was very enthusiastic, and his clothes were mostly covered with mud. "He is the only one who forges iron in the whole Makino. In the past, we had to spend a lot of money to find an organization to replace our iron tools. It was also very dangerous. Since having him, we have become much more worry-free.”
"Where is he?"
"It's easy to find. Baby, look over there." The man pointed in the direction. "He wants to burn the stove, so the smoke rises earliest. Just look over there."
"Thank you uncle"
Lingdang ran back to the others and muttered: "It seems that this blacksmith has a good reputation in Makino. He must be a good person."
"No." Fang Tianmu suddenly appeared next to him, startling the three of them. He stared at the smoke and said, "The energy is very high."
"Energy? I can't feel it?" Ling Dang said, touching the bell on his ear.
"Hey! Boy!" Mu Ziyun shouted with eyes wide open. Fang Tianmu turned into a black phantom and stood fifty feet away in an instant.
"Bah!" Mu Ziyun said angrily, "What the hell!"
Whispering, a sound suddenly came from the right, and a man in his twenties was seen running from the end of the field to the end. As soon as he came down, he carried bundles of grain and grass on his shoulders (different from Huzhou, Muzi Yunhe The tiger can only think of it as food).
The man noticed the gazes of several people, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "This is not your land."
"Oh, no, no," Huzi replied.
"That's okay, then I've completed my mission."
"Mission?" Huzi took a few steps forward. The man held up a sign and said: "The task of Liangxi Yuan is to secretly pull out a bundle of rice straw without being discovered by the owner of the land, and then send it to Liangxi Yuan."
"" Mu Ziyun slapped himself on the forehead and cursed: "What kind of useless mission is this? Who came up with the idea!"
The man laughed loudly: "I don't know either. When I first saw it, I thought Spartina was something powerful. After asking for two days, I found out that it is a crop grown in Makino, hahaha." After saying that, he said goodbye. He ran away, probably in a hurry to deliver the goods to Liangxiyuan.
The bell urged a few people, and soon they arrived in front of the big iron man's house. The oil-stained door was open, and there were many iron semi-finished products inside. After walking in, they heard the clanging of the iron. sound.
After only turning a small corner, I saw the blacksmith. He was a sturdy man in his early fifties. His skin and clothes were stained with oil, and his body was covered in streams of sweat.
Seeing several people coming, the man stopped working, wiped his hands on his clothes, walked over and asked with a smile: "Are the guests going to buy something?"
Ling Ding didn't say anything. He considered the man's appearance and asked after a long time, "What do you call him?"
"Oh, the Makino people call me Lao Tie, so the guests can just call me Lao Tie."
"Old Tie" Ling Dang nodded, "How long have you been here, and have you ever offended anyone?"
Lao Tie was startled, took a step back, looked at a few people, and laughed and said, "You are here to take my head, right?"
Several people were stunned, not knowing how to answer. Lao Tie waved his hand and said: "Don't mind. Every time the list is announced, someone comes to kill me. This task is not difficult. Most of the people who thought it were successful have succeeded."
"Huh?" Lingdang looked at him puzzled.
Lao Tie continued: "I was originally a member of the Liangxi courtyard. I was tired of the secular world. I lived here in seclusion twenty years ago and made a living by blacksmithing. The old courtyard leader wanted to force me to go back, ha, so I always Let someone take my head."
"Aren't they afraid that you will really be killed?" Huzi asked.
Lao Tie grinned and stretched his waist, "I still have some ability to protect myself, so let's do this." He took an iron sheet, put a film on it with a finger, and tossed it to make the iron sheet float in the air. Lao Tie said: "If you rupture this membrane, even if you complete the task, taking this iron sheet with you will still allow you to enter Liangxi Courtyard."
"Really?" Ling Dang looked at the iron sheet in the air suspiciously, took out the small bow, and pulled the fourth string. Immediately a spirit beast ran out. It was as tall as a man and looked like a mantis, but the two blades in its hands were The one facing upward was still no different from a ghost. The mantis sprinted for a distance and passed by the iron sheet, but the blade had already cut into it. Unexpectedly, the film outside the iron sheet was not damaged.
Lao Tie showed his yellow teeth again, clasped one finger and said, "This is the last chance. If you keep cutting, you won't be qualified."
Bell snorted, stepped into the soul beast, and personally controlled the soul beast to focus all the energy on one point, and then rowed towards Ironhide. This time, not only was the film broken, the iron sheet was also cut into two pieces.
Lao Tie picked up the iron sheet and chuckled: "Okay, that's a bit of a skill."
"Forget it?" Lingdang was very dissatisfied and immediately said that he would do it again, but Lao Tie didn't give him a chance. He put the iron sheet into Lingdang's hand and said, "This iron sheet is equivalent to my head. Let's go, I still have it." It’s a lot of work.”
The few people didn't move and looked at Lao Tie quietly. Lao Tie's eyes were deep and he asked with a smile: "What? I really want to take the head."
With a whoosh, Fang Tianmu was the first to run away. He jumped out of the yard without looking back. Huzi also reacted and ran out holding the bell with Mu Ziyun.
"It's so awkward." Lingdang lowered his head and muttered, "Xiaomu, tell me, can the four of us beat him."
"There are three of them. One of them ran away early. Hehe, I can't beat him. That guy looked stupid, but as soon as I looked at him, I felt so panicked that I couldn't help but want to run away."
"Tch, it's really useless." Lingdang made a face and ran to Fang Tianmu again.
Just as Mu Ziyun was about to start, Hu Zi suddenly came over and said, "What is your mission? There are still two or three miles to the Jiuxian Bridge. After crossing the bridge, you will be at the entrance of the temple. Do you want to buy something too?"
"Fang Tianmu!" Mu Ziyun suddenly rushed out. Fang Tianmu, who was walking dully, rushed forward without looking back. He was going very fast. Mu Ziyun's feet were on fire and his hands were smoking. He followed behind. Bu Li, Hu Zi and Ling Dang thought something was wrong, so they followed after him flying and jumping.
Fang Tianmu was also surprised. He stopped immediately when he reached the bridge, then walked silently to the side, about fifty or sixty feet away, and sat on a tree, with his back to a few people.
"Huh?" Lingdang was even more surprised, "What happened to you two? Please tell me."
At this time, the sun has risen, and there are more and more people on the bridge. Mu Ziyun squatted by the bridge with a green face, staring at Fang Tianmu's back.
Huzi became anxious and shouted, "What's going on!" Muziyun got annoyed, took out the wooden sign and threw it on the ground.
When Ling Dang saw it, he looked at it for more than a dozen times and said, "Hahaha, hahaha", holding his stomach and laughing non-stop. After Huzi took it and looked at it, his cheeks were so full that he looked at Fang Tianmu who was sitting on a tree five or sixty feet away, and then at Muziyun who was squatting next to him. He held back his laughter and said seriously: "Muzi Yun, why don't you just sing a song, what about cutting crops, we just sing what we often sing in my hometown."
"Why?" Mu Ziyun replied: "I got the treasure, I can't do the task."
"Didn't they help us find a place to live? How about you live in Weilou? Can you enter the city without spending money?"
Fang Tianmu in the distance, with his back to a few people, nodded silently.
"No, I can't." Mu Ziyun said angrily.
"Hey? Didn't we always sing when we were two years old? We would step on haystacks and light a fire to sing."
"It just doesn't work!" Mu Ziyun stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs, attracting many looks from others.
"Let's do this." Lingdang covered her stomach and laughed and said, "You two have a fight, and the loser sings."
Hu Fangtianmu appeared next to several people in an instant, his right hand already holding the handle of the knife, his eyes stern. Mu Ziyun frowned and said angrily: "You are a ghost! Oh, are you back this time?"
"Bibi, if you lose in singing, Xiaomu, you must work hard. I actually want to see Brother Mu sing." Lingdang laughed from the side.
Fang Tianmu's murderous intent was stronger than ever. He slowly raised his head, with a cold look in his eyes. Mu Ziyun stared at him calmly. After a while, he twisted his mouth, glanced at the upper left corner, sighed, and said with his head trembling: "Okay, you have the guts, okay, you are really good, you kid, just wait." "
Then, he slowly turned around and walked towards the Jiuxian Bridge. Fang Tianmu looked very embarrassed, and jumped back to the tree fifty or sixty feet away, with his back to several people. If it wasn't so ugly, he would even want to cover his ears.
There were more and more people on the bridge. After bypassing a few people, Mu Ziyun stood in the middle, holding on to the guardrail, facing the river, his head tilted, his mouth tilted, and even his eyes were moist.
"Hurry up!" Lingdang and Huzi, with two big red faces, suppressed their smiles and shouted from below.
Mu Ziyun glanced to one side, tilted his mouth a little more, stretched his neck, and coughed a few times, "I'm cutting the grass, my heart is so hot and sweet, cough, um! I'm collecting the grass." His voice was as thin as a mosquito's groan, It felt like there were a few reptiles in my crotch, it was really itchy.
Huzi shouted from below: "You, you, you, this doesn't count, they said sing high, sing high."
Mu Ziyun's face looked like a gangster who was hung up and bullied. His face was full of dissatisfaction, but he had no ability to resist. He stretched his neck forward and touched the tip of his nose, "I'm cutting the grass. My heart feels so hot. I'm gathering the grass."
Several women passed by, and one of them whispered: "Are you sick?" A strong man passing by was the most serious. He didn't even turn his head when he passed by. He only sprayed two words: "Silly" without taking a step. Just stop and leave.
Lingdang laughed so hard that he lay down behind Huzi and was about to sit on the ground. He turned his head and shouted to Fang Tianmu: "Brother Mu, did you hear it?" Fang Tianmu was so ashamed that he pretended not to hear, like a The wooden man looked into the distance.
Bell turned back and shouted to Mu Ziyun: "Xiao Mu, he didn't hear you, your voice was too quiet."
With this shout, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Mu Ziyun's head slowly trembled like a rattle, his mouth was so crooked that his cheeks were bent, and his face turned green, red, and green. "Sister, don't blame me. I'm leaving. My brother is picking up crops in exchange for two bowls of wine."
Pfft, hahahaha, the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl holding the sword next to her couldn't bear it any longer. She stood next to Mu Ziyun, facing him, and laughed so loudly that her back was bent with her mouth wide open.
What's more, they shouted along with Ling Ding and Hu Zi, hating Mu Ziyun's voice for being too quiet. Poor Mu Ziyun's face was full of dissatisfaction and scorn, like a red watermelon, and even tears were squeezed out.
