Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 79|If you get to wake up and thunder

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Actually, there are a few villagers around Moli, and everyone came from the direction of the village chief’s house.

In a panic, Zhang Dezi just wanted to get out as soon as possible. He didn’t even look at it, and said: “Someone in his family had been an official of the Chu Dynasty and later fled to our small place. My father said before that he brought I took a few big boxes!!"

The old scholar glanced over Moli, thinking that this son is indeed not an ordinary person.

The poor households in the countryside cannot support such people.

The villagers on the side were surprised and angry, and couldn't help but say: "Zhang Dezi, what are you talking about?"

"This little man just arrived in our village yesterday, what did his ancestors do, how do you know?"

Zhang Dezi was taken aback, only to realize that he was referring to Moli.

The old village chief came over, panting, and his beard was shaking with anger while being supported by his son. The other villagers didn't react, but he knew what he had been an official of the Chu Dynasty, isn't this a matter of his own family?

"Zhang Dezi, you fainted you!"

The old village chief was heartbroken. He vaguely felt that the old scholar who had captured Zhang Dezi was very strange.

They are a small village, and even the tax collectors can’t afford to offend them. Every year, they have to take care of the corvee. Only by stuffing some money can the villagers come back wholeheartedly, instead of being smashed, broken arms, broken legs, or skinny. After a serious illness, he just disappeared.

"...What nonsense did you say?" The village head looked at the old scholar anxiously.

He didn't dare to look too obvious, and he hoped that this person wouldn't have a big background.

The old scholar's attention is still on the ink carp.

Among a group of villagers, Moli can be said to be out of place and extremely calm.

When Mo Li heard the word "jinsi", he must have heard what Zhang Dezi said last night, and Zhang Dezi mistakenly thought it was from the village chief's house.

Mo Lei's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little regretful in his heart.

If he tightened the golden silk armor a little more tightly and cared a little bit about it, there would be no accidents like today.

Up to now, we must figure out what Zhang Dezi was talking about outside, how many people have heard it, and what is the origin of this old scholar, is it also for the golden silk armor?

Mo Lei was thinking about it while watching his surroundings from the corner of his eye. He was looking for the gerbil.

——Not on the ground, nor in the corners of the walls.

In addition to the villagers who went to the market, there were also women and children with limited mobility. Almost all the remaining people in the village came. With such a big movement, Meng Qi couldn't fail to notice the situation here. Could it be that he was caught by something?

Mo Li has no experience in Jianghu. Although he has no expression on his face, he secretly pays attention to his behaviors around him, but he can't hide his intentions.

The old scholar squinted his eyes and smiled, apparently thinking that Mo Li wanted to escape with a guilty conscience. The so-called calmness was just a forced pretence. It doesn't matter how the younger generation of this family knows here, since I'm afraid, it means I don't have any great skills.

Mo Lei didn't know that the other party had thought about so much, he was worried about the gerbils.

Meng Guoshi's martial arts is higher than him, there is nothing to worry about, but the gerbils are different.

What if the gerbil can't change back into a human form suddenly? What should I do if Meng Qi's illness recurs and faints on the spot?

The more Mo Li thought about it, the more he felt that his previous practice of letting the gerbils go out to inquire about news was improper. When he was upset, he suddenly saw a familiar figure strolling on a wall next to him.

"..."

The chubby gerbil walked slowly along the earth wall, then walked over again, again and again.

Not only Mo Li saw him, but other people also noticed, including the unidentified old scholar.

Because this fat mouse is so arrogant, how can there be such a bold mouse? Still so fat! Is it raised in a rice tank?

A villager instinctively picked up a bamboo pole and was about to fight. The fat mouse quickly jumped onto a tree by the wall and hid in the leaves, completely out of sight. The villagers thought in shock, this mouse was so fat that it seemed that it couldn't move on the road. Why did it suddenly become agile and couldn't hit it?

Yes, Meng Qi deliberately showed up in order not to worry Moli. He thought he was pacing calmly and gracefully. In fact, in the eyes of the villagers, he was too fat to run.

"Whose rice tank was stolen? I saw a big mouse!"

"...No, it's not very big, it's very fat!"

"No, I want to go home and have a look!"

The villagers became nervous and almost forgot about Zhang Dezi.

"Shut up!"

The old scholar roared, and his voice was filled with internal strength. Ordinary people couldn't stand it. They only felt that their heads were smashed, the ears buzzed, the sky was spinning, and there were a few people with weaker physiques. The man fell directly to the ground.

Mo Lei instinctively contends with internal force, so the villagers beside him and behind him are all right.

The old village chief was shocked when he saw the crooked villagers. He knew that he had met a "superior", the kind of quack people often said by storytellers, who could demolish the restaurant if they didn’t agree. Kick over a stall in a street.

How can this be offended?

The old village chief quickly held down his son and said in a panic: "This...this..."

Because I really can’t call it, it’s not right to call it a hero, it’s not right to call it a strong man, the village chief can only bite the bullet and ask: "Is this a good driver? Our village is small and poor. There is really nothing to do. ."

"Nonsense!"

Zhang Dezi suddenly jumped up. He pointed to the village chief and said loudly, "I heard it so real last night! Folks, do you know why the thief came, just for the baby in his family! It's Jinsi ...Anyway, it's gold, it's very valuable! I think this guy who came to our village yesterday was also for this!"

The villagers were shocked, not because the village chief had a baby, but how did Zhang Dezi know about this, and how did the snitch know about it? Xiao Lang who came yesterday is very talkative, not like a bad guy!

Mo Li didn't speak, he didn't even look at Zhang Dezi more.

The old scholar rubbed his beard and said contemptuously: "Junior, who are you under?"

"Zunjia doesn't report his family, but instead asks people. Isn't it rude?" Moli waved his hand at the village chief, motioning them to go quickly.

"Huh!" The old scholar hummed heavily and said arrogantly, "Who would dare to leave, I see?"

Mo Li knew that this person came for the golden silk armor. Even if this was resolved, there would still be one in the ancestral hall, and he didn't know what the nonsense Zhang Dezi was talking about outside, so he simply decided to take the matter.

After all, he brought the golden silk armor here and was accidentally seen by the thief.

Moli looked up at the crown of the tree where the gerbil was hiding, and then said coldly: "Ming people don't talk secretly, you are afraid that it is for the golden silk armor!"

The old scholar's eyes lit up and he showed an expression like that.

"Junior, it seems that you are also a caring person and you have caught up here. As long as you hand over the golden silk armor, I will let you go." The old scholar kicked Zhang Dezi away, who was still trying to say something. The latter fell and did not get up for a long time.

Zhang Dezi's wife was called out. She was wearing tattered clothes. Seeing this scene, she hurriedly ran to help Zhang Dezi.

"Tokuko's family, what's wrong with you? Why do you dress like this?"

The woman was weeping and silent, Zhang Dezi vomited two mouthfuls of blood and fainted directly.

She yelled in a panic, but none of the villagers came to help. They themselves were busy saving the person who was stunned by the sound just now.

It was the village chief’s son who went over to ask, and the woman cried and said about Zhang Dezi’s gambling.

"Yes, this guy lost everything in the gambling house, yelling that he immediately found a baby **** and came back to flip the copy. If others didn’t believe it, he swears and swears about the gangsters in your village and a golden treasure. He also pawned a small golden toad half a year ago, like it was dug out of the soil." The old scholar smiled maliciously and looked at everyone, as if he wanted to see the villagers' reaction.

As a result, he did not wait to blame each other, nor did he see scuffles or scolding, only the villagers’ unbelievable gazes.

Although the villagers don't know what the village chief's house is, let alone what the golden silk armor is, they are not stupid. Zhang Dezi's nonsense outside will cause much trouble to the village.

Because Zhang Dezi usually pretends very well, everyone in the village is very close. No one would have thought that Zhang Dezi was such a person.

Moli wanted to lead this person away, and said: "There is no golden silk armor in this village, and no one knows this thing. In fact..."

The old Confucian student stretched out, pointed at the eagle hook, and grabbed it suddenly.

Mo Li easily avoided, the old scholar was a little surprised, but still sneered: "You junior, light work is not bad. Unfortunately, your rhetoric is useless to me. The golden toad pawned by this gambler is a hidden style. Fengshui things and golden silk armor can't be separated from them!"

"The golden silk armor is in my hand, if you want to grab it, just come!" Moli said decisively.

Instead of making people guess the whereabouts of the golden silk armor, it is better to implement a person who gets the treasure and completely save the village from trouble.

The old scholar showed killing intent and said strangely: "It's good! I'm saving the old man!"

At this moment, Zhang Dezi was woken up by his wife. He opened his mouth and yelled.

"It's killing! It's killing! A lot of blood!"

When I saw the old scholar, I was so scared to shrink back. After returning to God, he cried to the villagers: "He, he killed everyone in the gambling shop! And the people in the pawnshop! I didn't want it either. Run!"

Everyone was in an uproar, and Zhang Dezi grabbed the woman and ran away. During the period, he tripped several times and broke his head.

The old scholar raised his hand with a palm, and Mo Li stopped him directly, and the two of them made a dozen moves in an instant.

The opponent's tricks are vicious and vicious, and the ink carp seals the tricks without leaking, and even some ease with ease.

The old scholar was very surprised, and his tricks were pressed harder.

"Zunjia intends to kill all the people here, just to prevent others from knowing that you have a golden silk armor?"

Mo Lei was angry. He saw that this old Confucian martial arts student was an evil way, and his palm wind was even more smelly. He was afraid that he didn't intend to leave the village alive at all.

"Recently, people from all over the rivers and lakes rushed to Li Di Mausoleum. Are you killing people like this, or attracting others' attention? It's really stupid and evil!"

Mo Lei's angry rebuke only resulted in a burst of laughter from the old scholar.

"Junior, the corpse burns in one go. Who can tell who left the fatal wound? Why did they die? Does anyone know? Since you ran into the old man today, blame You are unlucky, short life and blessings!"

Speaking without reservation, his momentum is like a tiger, and his moves are fast.

Every trick is deadly, very tricky.

The old Confucian's martial arts is very high, and he has also practiced a Jiazi's internal strength. The ink carp evaded, and two tree trunks were broken by his life.

The tree fell, but the gerbil was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Lei responded with full concentration, because he must be careful not to affect the villagers who ran away in a hurry. He had to carry out some tricks and not let the old scholars get close there.

The old scholar became more and more frightened as he fought. He originally thought that dealing with such a junior was a matter of grasping, but the other party not only took it, but also stopped him where he wanted to kill.

He fumbled, took out a handful of coins, raised his hand, and threw it out.

The copper coin was not sharpened, but it was infused with internal force. When hitting a person, it could break the muscles and fracture, and the severe ones would die.

Mo Lei jumped out with a very fast body, flicked his sleeves, and wrapped up most of the coins. If he is wearing a wide robe and wide sleeves instead of ordinary short clothes, it is estimated that he will not even miss the ones. There will be.

Just as Moli was trying to remedy it, a figure passed by.

The breath is familiar, wearing his own clothes and carrying his own luggage.

Mo Carp moved for a while, only to see that the man knocked down the remaining hidden weapons lightly, and the majestic internal force of the second move suddenly burst, making people feel that they had hit a towering mountain, and the old scholar retreated in shock.

The third move the mountain collapsed, as if the earth was shaking.

The ground sank three inches, yellow sand filled the sky, and flying rocks fluttered.

In an instant, the old scholars retreated with three moves, and such a posture of squandering internal strength made him pale and suspected that he had encountered a ghost. How could there be such a master in the world?

Meng Qi didn't give him a respite at all.

If the offensive just now resembled mountains and turbulent waves, now it is like a blazing sun.

The old scholar was sweating, and he barely held the terrible internal force with his hands flat, and his eyes were stinged-the man's outer robe could not stand the force, it was all broken, and then it was exposed. Golden like streamer.

"Gold, silk, armor!"

The old Confucian said every word, and there was no more greed in his eyes.

Because a hand has appeared before his eyes, the old scholar desperately backed away, and the other person followed him like a shadow.

The majestic internal strength turned into substance, and the old Confucian was overwhelmed. Many life-saving tricks could not be used. He finally realized that it was not good, so he was anxious to flee.

The two figures have disappeared at the entrance of the village, leaving a deep mark on the ground, and the surrounding soil is broken and rocks flying, as if two bears had fought.

The traces spread all the way, and the villagers were dumbfounded, unable to speak at all.

"Who are you anyway?"

The hiss of the old scholar came from a distance.

Responded to him was a clearer voice: "I am the master of the Chu Dynasty, Meng Qi."

Then there was a scalp tingling scream.

Everyone is terrified.

Moli: "..."

Doctor Mo is in a complicated mood. He originally wanted to carry the Golden Silk Armor directly on his body. Anyway, because Mr. Jinfeng, he already has a small reputation. Let the silk armor fall to a mysterious master! But Meng Qi actually saw through his intentions, ran back like a gerbil, put on the golden silk armor, and then rushed to carry the trouble on his back.

In order to disturb the muddy water, even the status of the national teacher was used.