Campus belle's cultivation master

The villagers of Wutou village have been farming and hunting for generations. They are diligent in training, and their skills are far from ordinary people. With Sang Jiu's voice falling, the few young people in the house stepped forward and pulled out the bright firewood knife. Even the children hiding in the nearby attic bent their bow and arrow, pursed the corners of their mouths and aimed at the round head below.

The atmosphere is tense.

Sang Jiu said in a deep voice, "we don't want to embarrass you. Let's go. Don't step into the stockade any more, or something unpleasant will happen."

Between his words, he fixed his eyes on Miyamoto Saito and said, "especially this Dongyi man."

Miyamoto Saito's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He took a small step forward and opened his mouth. Just as he wanted to say something more, a big hand came from behind and pressed his shoulder.

Miyamoto turned his head and saw a square face with Chinese characters. The old man's head was slightly bald, his eyebrows were very shallow, and a wisp of goatee under his jaw was sparse.

"Master." His face changed and he was slightly embarrassed. I don't know whether it was due to the etiquette of Dongyi people or the respect of the old man.

"Well." The old man nodded slightly, crossed Miyamoto Saito's side and came to the forefront. He confronted the villagers of wutouzhai. "Mr. Miyamoto is my friend. He is working for me. He does not represent Dongyi, and we do not represent Dongyi. His behavior has nothing to do with his blood. Please do not misunderstand him. "

Only a few days later did sang Jiu know the old man's name, Wang Yuanlang.

But at that time, sang Jiu only felt anger. He couldn't understand why the Chinese wanted to get involved with Dongyi dog, so he threatened in a vicious voice: "if you don't go away, don't blame us for being rude!"

Whew!

A feather arrow swept through the air and nailed to the ground in front of Wang Yuanlang. The child standing in the distant attic, holding the empty bow, staring at the people below, choked his neck and was full of provocation.

Wang Yuanlang looked at the arrow in the earth and said in a cold voice, "if you cooperate, it's convenient for others and for yourself. If you don't cooperate, don't blame me for being rude..."

"I'm tolerant enough of you." Sang Jiu waved his hand directly, and several young villagers behind him rushed up with firewood knives

"Don't think too much of yourself!" Wang Yuanlang's mustache trembled, his cheek was hideous, and he threw his sleeve.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind on the ground, and a fierce force swept away. Several village names who rushed over screamed, threw away their firewood knives and flew out.

Even sang Jiu, who was a little closer, was affected. He staggered for several steps, and could not help sitting on the ground, his cheeks turning blue and white

The villagers behind were startled and rushed to help the respected old village head up

"Father Sangjiu!"

"How are you?"

Sang Jiu didn't answer. He raised his rough hand and pointed to Wang Yuanlang. His eyes widened and his face was full of fear. He seemed to see the most incredible thing in the world

"You... You are a practitioner!"

He lived for more than ninety years. At such a big age, he had experienced the darkest and most terrible years in southern Xinjiang. Naturally, he knew many unknown secrets.

"Oh, you old man, you have some sense." Wang Yuanlang disdained to sneer, "since you know my identity, you should know my means. If I really want to kill all of your stockade, it won't take much effort! "

The villagers who fell out got up from the ground and gathered together with others. They were greedy and angry.

Wang Yuanlang knows that he can't stop these guys in front of him if he doesn't show some real skills. So he once again raised his hand, and the turbulent spirit roared out, turned into a sharp silver gas blade, swept across the sky, and suddenly cut to a small bamboo loft opposite.

Boom!

The roof of the small attic was cut off by this gas blade. The child standing very close to the attic screamed, "ah ah," and fell directly from it, showing his teeth in pain.

Such means are unpredictable. All of a sudden, the villagers in the stockade, young and old, all had a deep fear in their eyes.

"Stop it! Stop it Sang Jiu yelled in a hurry, humiliating, "what are you going to do?"

Seeing that the scene was under control, Miyamoto straightened his collar and walked over with a smile: "ha ha, don't get me wrong. We are not evil people. On the contrary, we are friends. "

As his voice dropped, he waved again.

Then a strong man swaggered to the middle with two suitcases. He stood still, threw the suitcase on the ground and kicked it.

The suitcase burst and the red banknote fell to the ground, which made the villagers dumbfounded.

They have never seen so much money in their life!

How much is this? Hundreds of thousands? Or millions?

"Folks, we are scholars who came all the way from Yanjing to do archaeological research in western Yunnan." Miyamoto held up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and arched his hand with an affectation. Not only did he not have the spirit of the world, but he seemed to be neither human nor ghost. "In the next few days, I'm going to trouble you. We need food, water and a place to live. This money is what we pay to the stockade. "

The villagers' eyes twinkled, and many of them were moved.

This is a red bill. Almost no one will not be moved. With so much money, maybe the children who work outside need not work so hard.

But the villagers did not dare to make their own decisions. They all turned their attention to the white haired sang Jiu and wanted to hear the stronghold leader make a decision.

"What do you think?" Wang Yuanlang fixed his eyes on Sang Jiu's wrinkled face, and his words were full of threat.

Sang long pondered for a long time, finally sighed deeply, forced to nod helplessly.

He has known for a long time that the other party's purpose is absolutely not simple. Although western Yunnan is located in a remote area, it has a very long history of civilization, and occasionally there are some archaeological teams.

Sang Jiu has received archaeologists for more than one time. He knows that this profession is also a national meal. He has never seen such a generous master.

If things go wrong, there will be demons.

But under the circumstances at that time, he didn't have the courage to refuse the threat of Xiuzhen strongmen

Perhaps in Sang Jiu's heart, there was a bit of greed. After all, in the face of so much money, compared with the prosperity of the whole village, a little concession is nothing.

Until these people settled down in the stockade, located the site, began to dig day and night, and finally dug out something extraordinary