The three major sects of Chunqiu County spoke at the same time, but local small families did not dare to provoke them. The sects that came from other places were hard to defeat local snakes, and they did not dare to make any difference for a while.

The noisy atmosphere was instantly quiet, with only the laughter of the man wearing a sword and the man with a scimitar hanging on his waist.

At this time, a tender voice suddenly sounded, which was particularly prominent among the laughter of the two men.

"Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and learns to bark there. Brother Xing Zhen, go and dig out their tongues."

What he spoke was Yixia who was woken up, and she was confused and blurted out of her dreams.

The first thing I was dissatisfied with was the puppies. I thought to myself that you are really enough, and you can make fun of everything first.

Then there was Ying Gou Sheng and Wan Erlangzi's surprise. The laughter stopped for a moment. The one who spoke rudely was a child of 17 or 8.

Then he laughed in anger and became more and more arrogant.

Yixia, who was confused, muttered very dissatisfiedly: "Noisy."

Young Master Cui Wenxuan was actually awakened earlier than Yixia and knew everything was happening around him.

No longer as timid as usual, I suddenly had the courage to raise my hand and cover Yi Xia's mouth.

Ying Gou Sheng and Wan Erlangzi were originally intended to wait for the oldest Xing Zhen to speak.

But seeing the man with swordsman remained silent, the two gradually lost patience. They stood up one after another, Ying Gou Sheng pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and bent Erleenzi to hold the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The two of them smiled sinisterly and had bad intentions, and then they seemed as if no one looked at each other.

Ying Gou Sheng asked with a strange smile: "What should I do?"

Wan Erlangzi replied tacitly: "What else can I do? Just do it!"

The two of them did not take a pale man seriously. So what if they bear the sword? In places like Chunqiu County, any young man who can easily pull out a sword likes to wear swords.

They moved forward slowly, and each sword made a sound one after another. It seemed that they had agreed in advance, and each one was about a short time away from his body.

At this time, a tall old man came out. He was not young anymore, and his waist was slightly bent.

The old man slowly walked between the two great men, Xing Zhen and others, and persuaded him with a local accent in Chunqiu County.

"Gou Shengzi and Erlangzi, are you two promising? You are quite a big man and you are getting better and better. Why are you bullying the villagers in the country and being able to bully people from other places?"

The old man was not a warrior or a god cultivator. He was quite tough and stood between the two sides.

The old man continued to say to himself: "The people of Chunqiu County are hospitality, but they are ruined by you rat shit."

"I'm here today, old man, I'm here. You two will stand at attention, don't just show our eyes."

Seeing that the two big men had no intention of giving up, the old man was angry first: "Is it a bitch who is raised, and he dares to prick him when he grows up? Believe it or not and go back and confiscate your land, so that you two bastards and your family will go hungry."

"What's the matter? The gang will make money and don't care about the land? Yes, I'll ask my son to take some yamen runners to your house to talk in person."

When talking about the old man's son, Ying Gou Sheng and Wan Erlangzi dared not act rashly. They shrank their necks and retreated back to their original position and left a harsh sentence.

"Give the county magistrate a face, my brothers and others think nothing happened tonight."

Immediately, Ying Gou Sheng looked at Xing Zhen angrily, and said viciously: "Boy, have some eyes, don't fall into my hands."

In fact, Xing Zhen was silent because he couldn't stand the behavior of these people. He had an impulse in his heart and wanted to teach them a lesson.

In the Kuanglong Continent, Xing Zhen’s cultivation is inferior, but in this Qisha world where spiritual energy is scarce, Xing Zhen can be regarded as a master.

The three burly men have not yet taken Xing Zhen seriously. As for the sect behind them, it is okay to scare the local people.

Xing Zhenyi's Ranger, at worst, you can pat your butt and leave without fearing the local tiger.

At this time, Zhan Laobiao, who had returned, came back, not only with wine but also with meat. This guy was just as good at observing his expression and did not realize that the atmosphere was wrong at all.

When I saw the hunchbacked old man, I respectfully bowed my fists and said: "It's rude and rude. Mr. Guan is here again. Should I drink some together?"

The old man surnamed Guan curled his lips and refused without hesitation.

Zhan Lao Biao didn't take it seriously and went straight back to eat and drink with his two companions.

As the father of the county magistrate, the old man surnamed Guan did not have the slightest temperament of an official. He was simple and spoke in dialect, exuding a strong local atmosphere.

Walking to Xing Zhen, he pulled away the nearby local people, there was nothing to pay attention to, and sat down on the ground.

The old man apologized a little: "Don't be surprised by my little brother. Our Spring and Autumn County has a good local custom. Now we are looking at a few individuals, so don't take it to our hearts."

"Just a few gangsters, they joined a gang formed by people from other places. Their tails were soaring that they didn't know what they were doing."

"As the father of the local parents, the old man has the obligation to compensate Xiaoyou on behalf of Chunqiu County."

After saying that, the old man really clasped his fists and had the intention of bent down slightly.

The old man surnamed Guan came with kindness and was an elder again. Zheng really couldn't bear such a gift.

He quickly raised his hand to stop the old man's movements and smiled sincerely: "Senior, I'm sorry, I should thank you for your kindness."

The old man waved his hand: "What seniors are not seniors? We rural people don't promising this. If you can watch it, call me Lao Guan and Guan, just don't mess with those seniors' mouth twisters."

It is not difficult to see that while the old man is hospitality, generous blood flows in his bones.

It is not judged by the words just now, but by the natural expression of the old man's personality and the turbid but not dirty eyes, it can be concluded that the old man is not artificial.

Not to mention Xing Zhen likes to deal with such people, almost all people with personality like to deal with such people.

The name Lao Guan is rude and rude, and others are generous, and they cannot use other people's generous as an excuse to corrupt etiquette.

Xing Zhen changed his words and said, "What did Mr. Guan say? Junior, no, boy, I sincerely thank you."

"On Mr. Guan, I saw the heroic spirit of this black soil. I am ripe, and there is wine in the gourd. Can Mr. Guan drink with me?"

Mr. Guan blew his beard for no reason and stared at him: "If you have wine, why don't you take it out earlier? You are not authentic, too authentic."

Xing Zhen laughed loudly. The more Mr. Guan disappeared, the more friendly he felt.

Immediately took out two white bowls, and there was no food to serve. The old and the young still had fun.

It’s not that Xing Zhen is really a drunkard, drinking alcohol regardless of occasion is the first. Instead, the wine in the ragged gourd can restore internal strength and heal damage and strengthen the body.

Naturally, it can also change a person's physique, otherwise why did Generals, Ji Leng, Su Qingyi and Shang Luoqi have much better roots than other children in the town.

I really couldn't understand the past. After I lost my memory, someone told him about these old friends again. The relationship was shallow, which was equivalent to a third party watching.

The so-called authorities are confused and bystanders are clear about them, and some things that have not been considered before emerged one by one.

It can change the physical condition and naturally prolong life.

The old man is kind to Zheng Zhen, but Zheng Zhen doesn't say anything, but secretly gives Mr. Guan a reward.

Mr. Guan smacked his lips and gave him a thumbs up: "The wine is good. Is my friend who is here to come to see the competition to attract kinship and engage in a fight against the River God?"

Xing Zhen admitted: "Mr. Guan misunderstood. I want to go to the countryside county on the border."

Mr. Guan was shocked when he heard this: "Do you have to go? The country thieves are in danger. If it is not necessary, I advise you not to go."

Xing Zhen asked in confusion: "Please tell me clearly, what's wrong with the countryside?"

Mr. Guan stroked his beard and said proudly: "You have heard of the Guangming Cult. The leader of their sect is Yang Qi, a famous figure."

"I heard that I have recently issued a decree to kill the Japanese, leading the Guangming Cult and the Japanese clan to fight. The real lady is so happy that it would be better to kill all the Japanese beasts."

When Mr. Guan mentioned Yang Qi, he looked proud and said proudly: "Yang Qi knows, the person who came out of our Chunqiu County. He is the proposition of our Chunqiu County. None of the three behind him are none of them."

Yang Qi, the second devil on the list of Demons, naturally heard of Xing Zhen. He was named after the word Demon, so there must be something that people in the world cannot accept.

Xing Zhen was a little confident and whispered: "Old Guan, do you know that Yang Qi is the devil?"

When Mr. Guan heard this, he laughed: "What's wrong with the devil? I've known it for a long time. Whoever says that the devil must be scary. The more devils that can kill the Japanese tribe, the better."

He patted Xing Zhen on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Something is not something, don't listen to people, go and think about it yourself. You should also go to the suburbs and count them. Then you will go and see it yourself."

By the way, Mr. Guan has never met Yang Qi himself. He admires him because he is unavoidable when he persuades him.

Then he added: "Maybe Yang Qi has a little bad behavior, but it doesn't matter, killing the Japanese is good."

Xing Zhen was so ashamed that he couldn't expose Mr. Guan in the middle of his fists and said respectfully: "Thank you Mr. Guan for your reminder."

The latter was quite talkative, moved his butt closer to Xing Zhen, took out the empty white bowl and said directly: "It's gone."

Xing is really good at it, and he will not feel sorry for the money for alcohol at this time. He smiled and made up a full bowl.

Mr. Guan, who got the delicious white wine, also smiled even stronger. He said: "I tell you, you should pay attention to going to the suburbs..."

The old man whispered, the young man listened carefully, and the wine was very enjoyable here.

The three burly men over there were completely opposites, their voices were noisy and they looked at each other. After a few glasses of wine, they looked around.

The young women in the temple were scared away, and the three burly men turned their eyes to the bronze slabs.

The sculpture art of the temple statue is absolutely first-class, and the three-dimensional skirt of the temple statue is swaying.

Zhan Laobiao instigated: "Hey hey, do you have the courage to touch it?"

Ying Gou Sheng was vague with his tongue: "I dare not do anything, I have wanted to touch it for a long time."

Wan Erlangzi was even more direct, shaking and pounced on him. His palm slid up along the trunk of the temple statue, and he reached a raised place, looking intoxicated.

"It's so thin and slippery. Why don't you two try it quickly?"

Wine enhances the courage of bears and people with courage.

Guan Laoshi couldn't stand the ridiculous behavior of these people, so he pulled Xing Zhen to urge him: "Follow me and go to my house to sleep. You have two little kids here, so it's not advisable to see these messy things."
To be continued...