When Shu Guan came back, he tried his best to look normal. Xu Chuxiang nodded to him and said:
"Thank you for your hard work. You can go back."
Shu Guan took a deep breath. At this moment, although he was anxious inside, his head suddenly became very clear.
He put down the bowl and chopsticks as if naturally, and then asked casually:
"Miss Xu, you came to us to find the Immortal Temple. Do you really want to find the Immortal?"
Xu Chuxiang raised his head and glanced at him. After all, he had just drank the fish soup, and the young man had washed the bowl very diligently. At this time, he couldn't be too repulsive to others, so Xu Chuxiang smiled slightly and said:
"Then do you believe there are immortals in this world? Do you think your ancestors more than two hundred years ago were really sent to this valley by immortals?"
Shu Guan touched his head and said like a normal and simple country boy:
"I don't know. No one in the village has seen the immortal. However, one of our ancestors wrote down in detail what happened when they encountered the immortal. That note has been kept in our village."
Xu Chuxiang's eyes suddenly lit up.
To be honest, she was really curious about whether there were immortals, otherwise she would not have followed Professor Holt here this time, nor would she have asked Han Biao that question just now.
It's a pity that Shi Zibin's manuscript has been lost. Unexpectedly, there is a written record of an eyewitness who saw the immortal in this mountain village, which immediately greatly increased Xu Chuxiang's interest.
"Where?"
"It's in the ancestral temple in our village. If you want to see it, Miss Xu, I can take you to see it now."
Shu Guan said with a smile.
But there was an imperceptible tremor in his laughter.
Agree quickly, agree quickly, otherwise it will be too late.
Shu Guan's heart was anxiously urging.
Xu Chuxiang raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was just over nine o'clock. For a night owl like him who often goes to bed at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, it was still very early.
"Then please take me to see it."
Xu Chuxiang stood up.
…
After walking through the grain drying field and entering the village entrance, Shu Guan's pace became faster and faster.
Of course, he was not taking Xu Chuxiang to the ancestral temple in Taoyuan Village, but in the direction of Zhang Yadan's house.
Shu Guan had already thought about it just now. If Larsen wanted to harm Zhang Yadan, he would not do it directly on the road. After all, as long as Zhang Yadan shouted, everyone in the village could hear it, and Larsen would definitely not do it either. Would you like to make such a big deal out of things?
Most likely, that Larson should have followed Yadan home before entering the house and attacking Yadan.
Fortunately, Yadan's home is not far from the entrance of the village and will be there soon.
Han Biao, who was following him, had some doubts in his eyes. From the young man's footsteps, he could tell that the young man was in a state of confusion.
Just when Han Biao was about to ask the young man if something had happened, a gunshot was heard from the house in front of him, breaking the tranquility of the village at night.
Before Han Biao had time to think about why there were gunshots in the village, he saw the young man rushing over with a speed that even Han Biao was frightened. He rushed to the house where the gunshots came from. , crashed directly into the door.
There was just a click, and the door bolt, which was as thick as a child's arm, was knocked into two pieces, and even the thick wooden door was shattered like pieces of paper.
Han Biao was slightly startled, not expecting that young man to be so strong.
If you can't break the door bolt, a martial arts practitioner with seven or eight years of martial arts can do it.
But to smash the entire wooden door into pieces, only a master of Bajiquan with more than twenty years of martial arts might be able to do it with a killing move like Tieshan Reliance.
Just when Han Biao was in a daze, another gunshot sounded inside the house.
Han Biao's expression changed.
"Miss, stay outside and don't go in."
He roared, his Dantian was strong, he opened his arms, bent his legs slightly at the knees, and then kicked the ground with both feet, and several turtle shell-like cracks suddenly appeared on the stone slab under his feet.
The next moment, Han Biao "flyed" out.
Maybe it's an exaggeration to say that it's flying, but at this time Han Biao's body was really like a big goose flapping its wings, jumping forward a dozen meters, and then the moment his body fell, Han Biao took a deep breath. With a breath, he kicked the ground with his feet again, so his body "flyed" up again and flew into the house.
The place where Han Biao was standing just now was more than 20 meters away from the house. Then it took him two breaths to cross the distance of more than 20 meters, almost following the rural boy. Behind him, he rushed into the house.
Eight steps to catch the cicada!
A long-lost inner martial art of lightening one's body.
At the earliest time, Han Biao heard from Yang Wudi of Yanjing that there was such a skill in the past, but no one knows it anymore.
Until a few years ago, he met the young man named Mu, who taught him some things, including the eight-step cicada-catching Qinggong that no one else knew in the great martial arts world.
But in the mouth of the young man named Mu, this was just the most superficial thing.
"I'm a person who can't bear to be asked for by others. Forget it, let me teach you a few of the most superficial techniques. Whether you can master them and how far you can master them depends on your own destiny."
These were the exact words that the young man named Mu said to him at that time.
…
Han Biao rushed into the house.
The moment he entered the house, the scene he saw in the house was this:
There were two corpses lying on the ground, one male and one female, lying in a pool of blood, their appearance unclear.
The beautiful mountain village girl who had a pleasant conversation with the young lady just now was being pinned to the ground in disheveled clothes and struggling desperately.
The person holding the girl down was a big white man. Han Biao vaguely remembered that his name was Larson.
Larsen held the girl down with one hand, and held a submachine gun in the other hand. With a sinister smile on his face, the muzzle of the gun was pointed forward, and his finger was on the trigger, ready to pull it.
He was aiming his gun at the pockmarked boy who had just rushed in ahead of Han Biao.
The pockmarked boy seemed very angry and was charging towards Larson like a tiger.
This is what Han Biao saw the moment he "flyed" into the house.
Han Biao, who has been on the run for decades with his sword licking blood from the sword, and experienced countless near-death situations, thought about what he would do next in the next moment. things, and the order of those things.
Han Biao exhaled suddenly and roared like spring thunder again.
It was this roar that made Larsen's body stiffen as he was about to pull the trigger, and his finger on the trigger slowed down just a little bit.
Han Biao, who was in the air, kicked his left foot on the door frame. His body suddenly changed direction and accelerated. In the blink of an eye, he surpassed the pockmarked boy and landed in front of him.
Then Han Biao grabbed the young man's arm and moved it to the side.
The other hand fell on the belt around his waist and pinched the handle of a flying knife with his thumb, index and middle fingers.
At the same time, Larsen had recovered from Han Biao's loud drink just now, but his eyes were still full of red threads, showing a strong sense of madness and drunkenness.
He came here after drinking a lot of wine.
In the eyes of white people, the Chinese almost all look the same, so he didn't recognize the two people who appeared in the house at this moment, and he didn't even recognize Han Biao's identity. villagers.
Larsen pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"go!"
At the same moment when Larsen clasped his finger, Han Biao let out a third loud shout. The arm holding the flying knife suddenly moved forward, and his wrist shook slightly.
A ray of white light flew out from Han Biao's fingers.
A scream came from Larsen's mouth.
These two things happened at the same time.
What happened next was a "click" sound, and a flying knife appeared on the opposite wall, inserted deeply into the wall, and only the handle was exposed.
Then the submachine gun in Larsen's hand fell to the ground, but it was broken into two halves starting from the muzzle. At the same time, one of Larsen's fingers fell.
With one strike, the steel barrel of the gun was split. You can imagine how terrifying the power of Han Biao's flying knife was.
Not long ago, Han Biao told Xu Chuxiang that no one could shoot him in front of him.
Han Biao did not brag.
Perhaps his throwing knife is not as fast as bullets, but the speed at which he draws the knife is much faster than a normal person's shooting speed.
Larsen held his broken finger and rolled on the ground crying in pain, but Han Biao shook his head regretfully.
Just now, he originally wanted to remove one of the palms of the white mercenary.
As for only cutting off one of the other's fingers in the end, it wasn't because Han Biao suddenly changed his mind, but because he originally wanted to pull the young man behind him, but he didn't.
It was precisely because of this misjudgment that there was a slight deviation in the force of his knife, so that in the end he only cut off one finger of the white mercenary.
"father!"
"mother!"
The girl from the mountain village who was finally freed from Larson's clutches struggled to stand up. She didn't bother to arrange her clothes, and with a cry of sorrow, she ran towards the bodies of the man and woman lying in a pool of blood.
Han Biao frowned immediately and looked coldly at the white mercenary who was still howling on the ground.
Introductory adultery*, murder of parents, damn it!
He was thinking about killing the white mercenary with a flying knife.
At this moment, a huge force came from his palm, but the pockmarked boy broke free from his hand and walked towards the girl.
…
Shu Guan silently walked to Zhang Yadan and took Zhang Yadan, who was kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly, into his arms.
Just like when the old cripple was buried, Zhang Yadan hugged him.
Over the years, Shuguan has been eager to go out, or he hopes that outsiders will discover this small mountain village hidden in the mountains.
Now, people from outside are coming.
So Taoyuan Village is no longer a paradise!
Shu Guan's mood no longer had the same excitement that he had had since this morning when he saw the hope of going out, only a bleak feeling remained.
Then he lowered his head and whispered something in Yadan's ear.
"I won't let them leave this valley."
