Seeing that the situation was not good, the old calligrapher rolled his eyes and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, suppressing the Snow Centipede's gun.
He barely opened the folds of his old face and looked at Yue Qingshan with a smile:
"Oh~ After all, it's the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves ahead. This kid's kung fu is really good. His moves are neat and free. If it wasn't for his own training, I wouldn't believe him. As soon as he came in, I already knew he was the second master. I Let them discuss each other because they want the young people from the two families to get along with each other and become close to each other. I didn’t expect that the second master would survive the disaster after that incident..."
The old calligrapher wanted to continue talking, but when he saw a glint in Yue Qingshan's eyes, he immediately stopped with a smile.
Then, he rolled his eyes and cupped his hands and said: "Since we two old brothers are reunited today and we don't have a drink to celebrate, the other hilltop men will think that I don't understand the rules of the road."
After finishing speaking, the old calligrapher looked around at the beards: "We have distinguished guests today. You all go out and prepare wine and food for the second master. I will leave my old brother and nephew alone to drink tea and reminisce."
Snow Centipede was signaled by the old calligrapher to let the gangsters exit the hall, leaving only the four of them in the hall.
The old calligrapher walked up to Yue Qingshan with his sleeves in his sleeves and asked maliciously: "Second Master, what kind of wind has brought this great god like you up?"
Yue Qingshan snorted coldly: "What kind of fool are you pretending to be? Where else can Gray Rat Maowen be found except in your Gray Immortal Temple? Do you think I didn't cut down enough of your four beams and eight pillars back then, and are you planning to make up for it? If that's the case, Just go down the road and I will continue to prune the branches of your Silver Camel Village."
When Snow Centipede heard this, he immediately became angry and raised his pistol: "Then you can only die here!"
The old calligrapher pressed down the gun with a smile, looked at Yue Qingshan with gleaming eyes and said:
"Things happened back then, and it was no harm to the family. The second master didn't kill those bastards, and I didn't have the magic power today. But this time, it was your second master who hurt the Hui family's entire family of thirteen. , we naturally don’t dare to embarrass the second head of the family for confiscating the family, but we can’t afford to offend the Hui family. If we want to extinguish the Hui Fairy’s anger, we have to leave enough money to buy his life.”
Yue Qingshan saw that his son's life was in the hands of others. Even though he knew that the old calligrapher was harboring evil intentions, he still had to soften his attitude. He asked coldly: "Tell me, what's your price?"
The old calligrapher still looked unhurried, and slowly took out something from his arms, showing a sly smile like a bright treasure:
"If I want to send the immortal family away, I can't help but pay tribute. Naturally, I have to find some artifacts to worship the gods and ancestors. Do you think this is true?"
Yue Guanchao took a closer look and found that it was a waist bell used by a shaman during the divine dance. When he went to the temple fair, he had seen the shaman perform the divine dance and was particularly impressed by the bell that kept ringing around the shaman's waist, so he recognized it.
However, this waist bell is different from the rough copper bells in the country. It is unimaginably exquisite!
Not to mention whether the dazzling golden body of the bell was gold or copper, the six or seven bright red rubies on the handle of the bell made his eyes dazzled, not to mention the thin silver threads hooked on the bell. Embedded with a uniquely beautiful pattern, two huge East beads are cut in half and dotted between the patterns. The texture is warm and moist, glowing with gold under the candlelight.
Dongzhu was an imperial tribute in the previous dynasty, and only relatives of the emperor could enjoy it!
However, even such priceless treasures could not hide the evil aura that the waist bell vaguely revealed, like a strange eight-clawed spider with indescribable eyes with bright red eyes. Staring maliciously at everyone present.
Yue Guanchao couldn't help but shudder. He quietly looked at Yue Qingshan's expression and found that his expression was extremely ugly at the moment.
In addition to anger, there was also a trace of subtle fear. He no longer looked down at the old calligrapher just now, and even his body seemed to shrink back a little, as if he wanted to stay away from the waist bell.
Seeing him like this, the old calligrapher smiled slightly, put on the waist bell again, and said: "The second master, since the brothers in the village have all pulled out their incense heads (went down the mountain to disperse), everyone said that the second master is gone. I expected that my little brother would be lucky enough to see the second master alive today. Back then, you encouraged the brothers to go to Wu Coffin Town. Please go there and bring back the things that were not transported out of Wu Coffin Town!"
When Yue Qingshan heard this, his eyes were so fierce that he wanted to eat people. He clenched his cheeks and spit hard at the calligrapher: "Ah, you old bastard, you are jealous of this incredible wealth, you are not afraid of breaking it." Longevity."
The old calligrapher curled his lips: "Hey, the second master has said it. Only such overwhelming wealth can make Hui Xiantang calm down."
"Farewell, it can't be done."
When Yue Guanchao saw his second uncle walking back without looking back, he quickly grabbed him and said, "Second uncle, what should we do about the second artillery piece?"
Snow Centipede's eyes were filled with pride: "Yes, second in charge, your boy's life can't stand the wait. You might as well go back and think about it carefully. Don't rush to lose face yet."
"Go slowly, don't send me away."
After the two left, the old calligrapher picked up the folding fan wrapped in pulp from his waist, hummed a tune in his mouth, and fanned the cool breeze leisurely.
Snow Centipede put the gun in his waist: "This old guy is quite stubborn. Are you sure he will obey?"
The old calligrapher waved to him, and Snow Centipede leaned forward to his mouth. He only heard the old calligrapher say one word, bet!
"bet?"
The old calligrapher's face turned into chrysanthemums as he smiled and nodded: "Yes, we are bearded. How can we not kidnap people and break rice seedlings? If he doesn't obey, then we will be exterminated!"
The uncle and nephew left the village gate, went straight to the carriage stop, and hurried down the mountain.
On the way back, Yue Guanchao had been thinking about what the bandits from Yintuo Village had said. As soon as he got so strong that he couldn't hold the eight cows back, he couldn't help but ask:
"Second uncle, are you really a bandit?"
"So where exactly is Witch Coffin Town?"
"The old calligrapher is an old acquaintance of you?"
This series of questions made Yue Qingshan, who was on his way, irritated. He fired several shots into the woods: "Boy, don't ask questions you shouldn't!"
Seeing the ugly scene, Mrs. Ma pulled off Yue Guanchao's sleeve and said, "My child, who has something on their mind? If your second uncle doesn't want to talk about it, then don't ask further questions."
Yue Qingshan smoked a dry cigarette with a gloomy and ugly face: "Sister, let's take you back first. You have been tired along the way."
Seeing that he was worried, Mrs. Ma tacitly agreed not to ask what happened in the village, and sighed: "That's it, Brother Yue, when you go back, be careful on the way to avoid being tricked by the gangster."
It was already late at night when I sent Old Lady Ma back. No matter how Yue Guanchao asked, Old Yuetou remained silent. The uncle and nephew were speechless all the way. When they returned to Yingpanling, the sky gradually turned white.
