One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

Biyou Village is built against the mountain, which is covered with lush green bamboo and towering trees.

A stream emerges from the cracks in the rocks high up on the back mountain, flowing gently along the terrain, passing by the well-arranged blue tiles and white walls, and running through the entire village.

A huge rock lies across the entrance to the village.

The words “New Cut” are engraved on it, the handwriting is messy but sharp!

Ma Xianhong sat on the ground with his back against a large rock, barefoot.

He wore a white robe, with a bandage of the same color wrapped around his forehead, and a beauty mark under each of his eyes.

"Master."

Jin Yong, one of the "superior talents," stood beside him, his physique as robust as a small mountain.

He stared at the only dirt road leading to the village and asked:

"Is this distinguished guest really that capable? Is it worth us all standing here in this cold wind for so long?"

Click.

Ma Xianhong held half a washed cucumber in his hand, chewing it slowly and deliberately.

"He overwhelmed all the heroes at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, and after descending the mountain, he defeated Chen Jinkui, one of the Ten Elders, in a single move... Tell me, isn't he capable?"

Jin Yong frowned, crossed his arms, and remained silent.

Ma Xianhong smiled and shook his head:

"I know that your younger brother, Jin Meng, was punished by him during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony for doing something indecent in the woods... You want to get revenge."

"Hmph! If he hadn't tied Xiao Meng to the tree all night, would Xiao Meng have lost to that sickly Wang Ye?"

Ma Xianhong continued chewing his cucumber with a steady gusto, his tone calm:

"Well... let me put it this way, although he is my honored guest, I have no say in matters like sparring in private..."

But let me make this clear: if you get beaten up, don't expect me to stand up for you!

Jin Yong's knuckles cracked, and blue veins bulged, but his expression relaxed.

"Don't worry, Master, now that you've said that... I know what to do!"

"I'm telling you, Master..."

in the crowd.

A fair-skinned girl with shoulder-length short hair suddenly spoke up:

"I heard that this Master Zhou used to work as a security guard at Longhu Mountain... Is that true?"

She was wearing a plain white T-shirt and denim shorts.

Her two legs were straight and long, so slender they made one dizzy.

If it weren't for the sheathed dagger at his waist, he would look like a recent graduate who has just stepped out of school.

The girl rested her chin on her hand, her eyes lively and bright; she was undoubtedly the most beautiful girl in the entire Biyou Village.

Ma Xianhong nodded: "That's right."

"However, it's said that the security guard position was just a cover for him..."

In reality, he was the closed-door disciple secretly trained by the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei for over a decade.

Ma Xianhong suddenly turned to look at the girl, a smile playing on his lips: "By the way, Fu Rong, I also heard that he's currently single!"

"Tch~" Fu Rong turned her head away and rolled her eyes:

"What does this have to do with me!"

Fu Rong, with a look of disdain, stared straight ahead at the mountain path and loudly announced:

"From the day I entered the village, I had already... sealed my heart and locked away my love!"

"Eek~~~~"

The surrounding villagers burst into laughter.

Having known you for so long, who doesn't know that you, Miss Fu, are famously love-struck, falling for someone's tricks every single day?

Fu Rong ignored the commotion. In her brain, which was about the same size as a koala's, a fragmented memory surfaced—

Speaking of security guards at Longhu Mountain, I actually know one...

Although it was only for one short night...

Remembering that person's arrogant face, Fu Rong shook her head vigorously.

"I'm dreaming! With his pathetic skills, he couldn't possibly be the same person the village chief is talking about!"

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

With a comical "putt-putt" sound, plumes of black smoke appeared at the edge of the field of vision.

A gentle breeze blew in, carrying with it the smell of diesel fuel...

Ma Xianhong's spirits lifted, and he immediately stood up:

"They're here!"

next moment.

A red and black farm tractor, trembling and bumping, slowly drove up the dirt road.

*Pitter-patter-patter-patter—Squeak!*

The tractor driver pulled the handbrake and brought the tractor to a stop in front of the stone tablet!

The car swayed three times.

Zhou Yan wiped the mud and cigarette ash off his face, pressed one hand on the carriage partition, and leaped into the air, landing firmly on his feet!

Behind him, Qiu Rang and the others also got off the car one after another.

"Thank you so much, fellow villager!"

Careless.

Zhou Yan really didn't expect that more than half of this 100-kilometer journey would be a dirt road!

Along the way, he changed to three different modes of transportation: taxi, oxcart, and tractor. It took him nearly four hours to finally reach his destination!

At the village entrance, Ma Xianhong, dressed in a white robe, opened his arms and strode forward to greet them.

"Brother Zhou! Hahaha!"

Ma Xianhong put his arm around Zhou Yan's shoulder, "We've been waiting for you... Come on, come on over here!"

Ma Xianhong greeted the crowd, "This is Zhou Yan, Master Zhou!"

He didn't care at all about the mud on Zhou Yan's body, and seemed very familiar with him.

With one arm around Zhou Yan's shoulder, he pointed to the 'villagers' behind him:

"These are all my like-minded friends! Come on... let me show you around!"

Zhou Yan looked in the direction Ma Xianhong was pointing.

Ahead, the black and gray tiles, built along the water, spread out in layers on the hillside.

With its birdsong, fragrant flowers, and pleasant air, it truly is a paradise on earth.

He turned his gaze back and began to examine the group of people who had come with Ma Xianhong.

They all looked unremarkable, but they were clearly all "trained martial artists".

Unsurprisingly, this group of people are all so-called "highly gifted"!

Wait a moment...

Suddenly, Zhou Yan's gaze locked onto the long-legged hot girl in the crowd, wearing a white T-shirt and denim shorts!

His smile suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and he blurted out:

"Rong... Sister Rong?!"

Along with Ma Xianhong, the surroundings instantly fell silent!

The mountain breeze rustled through the bamboo forest, making the leaves whisper in the wind.

Sister Rong?

In this Biyou Village, who else has "Rong" in their name?

Fu Rong crossed her arms, trying to appear calm, but her face was actually flushed red.

"Ah, isn't this Brother Jing!"

She spat out those words through gritted teeth...

Zhou Yan, right?

At least I told him my real name... This bastard didn't even have a real name!

Ma Xianhong was stunned for a moment. He looked at Zhou Yan, then turned to look at Fu Rong.

"You two..."

Before he finished speaking, men, women, and children throughout the village exchanged glances. A look of sudden realization simultaneously appeared on everyone's face!

"oh--!"

"Oh no, he's a jerk!"

The cacophony of voices rose to the heavens!

Fu Rong's forehead veins throbbed, and her face turned completely red.

"Oh what?!"

She stomped her foot in anger, turned around, pushed through the crowd, and ran wildly into the village!

"Rong... Sister Rong, wait for me!!!"

A little boy with two braids rolled his eyes and followed Fu Rong off...

Everyone in the village knows that Fu Rong had made some bad friends and met a few scumbags who swindled her into taking out a lot of online loans. Unable to repay them, she fled to Biyou Village to seek refuge...

It's not hard to tell from the way the two of them met just now...

This Master Zhou... is clearly one of them!

A burning passion for gossip is raging within me...

The little one moved swiftly, his eyes blazing with energy!

Wu Kui... Keep it up!

You are now the hope of the whole village!