Mu Qingshan looked extremely depressed. He looked around and found that he had actually avoided the foot of the mountain. He looked around and looked around, and there was no idea where to go.

"Muqingshan!Muqingshan!" A familiar call came from behind, which made Muqingshan's heart beat even more. He quickly turned around. Thank God, it was the little demon.

The little demon, carrying a silver-white medicine box in his hand, rushed to Mu Qingshan in a few steps, and asked anxiously: "How is it? Is it okay!"

Mu Qingshan shook his head quickly and asked in a deep voice: "Did you see other people? I saw Xu Kaiqiang buried the mudslide, alas! I can't save him!"

The little demon also frowned and said, "Don't blame yourself, no one can do anything about natural disasters.

Su Hai also went there, and at the last moment, he handed me the box."

After saying that, the little demon gently lifted the silver-white medicine box in his hand and said, "Twenty million, this is the most important box. Will we still give it to you? You have the final say!"

Mu Qingshan felt sad when he heard the news that Su Hai had also passed away. The soldier with thick eyebrows and wide face, with a straight waist, died here at any time. It was a pity. However, this sudden natural disaster caused the hundreds of bandits who had the upper hand to die completely. Objectively speaking, it was beneficial to Mu Qingshan and his group.

Mu Qingshan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Send it! Of course we have to continue to send it!" Mu Qingshan made this decision not entirely based on his passion. It is important to keep his promise. The problem is that if the box of medicine is not delivered to Yuan Bingguang, the two of them may not be able to turn back and return to the country based on their current situation. There is only one way forward.

The little demon nodded and said, "Okay! I'll listen to you."

The two recalled Su Hai's explanation during his lifetime and headed north along the mountains, they should be able to reach Su Bingguang's territory.

There were puddles everywhere under his feet, and insect corpses were everywhere. From time to time, some of the corpses buried in the mud could be identified. Mu Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known this, why would he have to kill him? Compared to the unpredictable Tianwei Mo of nature, the struggle for humans is nothing. The two of them walked for more than half a mile, and suddenly heard a sound coming from their heads.

Looking up, I saw a clay man sitting on a big branch. The weak streets waved their hands and said, "It's me! I'm Tang Ye, hurry up and help me down!"

The two of them were immediately overjoyed and their teammates were alive. Mu Qingshan quickly climbed up the tree in a few seconds and lifted Tang Ye down.

He took a handful of water in the puddle on the side of the road and washed his face. Tang Feng said in a hoarse voice, "Fuck his mother, I heard a bang, and I was arrived all the way through the streets by mud flow. Fortunately, I hung on the tree, otherwise I would become a living turtle if I buried it in the mud. Are you the two of you? Where are the others?"

Mu Qingshan and Xiao Yaojun looked silent, and Tang Ye immediately understood the situation.

No more talk. The three of them headed north, but their eyes kept sweeping back and forth from anywhere, hoping to find other teammates. Unfortunately, they got nothing. The three of them went further and further, and the possibility of finding their companions was getting smaller and smaller.

After Mu Qingshan and the other two left for about half an hour, a shocking roar came from the mountainside. A mud shell in a raised position suddenly exploded, and the mud covered in mud, Pu Cunhu jumped out from the inside with the two Ming medicine boxes. The two sisters Zhang Siqi and Zhang Siyu came out, and the last one came out was Liu Anran, who was also holding the medicine boxes.

"Everything is over!" Sister Zhang Siqi shouted excitedly. Sister Zhang Siyu looked at the changing environment around her and couldn't laugh no matter what.

At the critical moment, thanks to Park Cunhu, although this man was thick, he was really thick and thin. He took three girls and couldn't escape when he saw that there was a hole next to him, so he let several people get in. Then he and Liu Anran blocked the entrance of the cave with three boxes. When the mudslide rolled through the entrance of the cave, the pressure was so great that he almost killed Park Cunhu. Fortunately, he and Liu Anran were both masters of internal families with long veins. With the joint efforts of the people, they resisted the entrance of the cave, and survived. After breathing a few breaths of fresh air, Park Cunhu couldn't wait to ask: "What should we do now? Where are we going? Do you have any opinions?"

Both Zhang Siqi and Zhang Siyu were confused and had never seen such a big scene. It was really difficult to answer if they had to ask them where they were going.

Liu Anran sighed lightly and replied: "There are only two ways to choose from. The first is to return to the border line, and the second is to continue moving forward and meet General Su Bingguang."

Zhang Siqi said in a very slight voice: "I want to go home!" Zhang Siyu frowned and pulled the corner of her sister's clothes. No wonder the two sisters wanted to retreat. They just escaped from death and were physically and mentally exhausted. The most wish they wanted to achieve was of course to go home. It should be so pleasant to go back to their safe home and lie on their own bed.

Liu Anran shook her head and smiled bitterly: "It is not easy to go back to the border. Even if we are lucky enough to encounter enemy reinforcements on the road, just such a big incident happened and hundreds of troops were wiped out. The atmosphere on the border must be tense and the guards are very strict. We may not be able to get out. Keep moving forward and see Lu Bingguang, maybe there is still a chance of remnant life."

Park Cunhu nodded and said loudly: "So many people have died, this batch of medicine must be delivered. And I have a feeling that Mu Qingshan and the others may not all die here. We have a way to survive. That kid should not be much worse than us. Maybe they have already set out! Go to Su Bingguang's territory, with the same goal, and you will definitely see Mu Qingshan and the others." Park Cunhu knew very well that his teammates might not have such a good life. He happened to find such a cave, but people must give themselves hope, as long as they did not see their companions' corpses.

If you are alive, just think they are still alive.

The four of them simply sorted out their luggage. Park Cunhu carried two large medicine boxes on his shoulders and took the lead in traveling north. The four of them were already half an hour slower than Mu Qingshan and the other two. In addition, there were two girls with ordinary physiques, the gap with Mu Qingshan and the others was getting bigger and bigger. A total of seven people in the team survived the natural disaster. What was heartbreaking is that Su Hai, Jian Nan and Wang Zebing were buried here.

Mu Qingshan, Xiao Yao and Tang Ye were heading north. When this big change occurred, the three of them were just rushing to the road and were in no mood to speak. They crossed another ridge and looked at a small village below, with a few acres of land, just like five or six families.

Xiao Yao said with a note: "Let's go to the village below to replenish some water and food. We are so sad that we should wash it." Xiao Yao has always been a priority in life. Most of the reason why he wants to enter the village is afraid that he still wants to take a bath.

Mu Qingshan was a little hesitant. He originally planned to go straight to General Su Bingguang's headquarters, but only the constant movement was on the road. The feeling of frustration and powerlessness in his heart would be slightly relieved. Although there was no rational basis, Mu Qingshan still felt in his heart that the natural disaster just now had some connection with him.

Tang Ye seemed to see through Mu Qingshan's hesitation and said, "Don't worry about any problems with this kind of village. This should be the most primitive village in the Golden Triangle. They should be real farmers rather than soldiers. Otherwise, just building the village at a low point in this mountain is the stupidest way to do it, both offense and defense are not good. I will speak the local dialect here, and I will speak later."

Mu Qingshan nodded reluctantly, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, no matter what.

You have to eat rice, otherwise it will be more troublesome if you don’t keep your physical strength.

The three people covered in mud slowly slid down the hillside and reached a nearby place. Only then did they see that the village seemed to be doing some memorial activities. More than 20 villagers gathered together, kneeling and worshiping at something that looked like a large stove, and there was a fire in the stove.

Seeing outsiders descending from the hillside, the villagers stared at the three people who were getting closer with a vigilant look.

Tang Ye walked in front and shouted loudly at the closest villager: "What stupid is the clay master? (What kind of village is yours here?)"

The villagers were startled by Tang Feng and hurriedly avoided them and returned to the crowd in a few steps. The crowd immediately ran to the village.

"My stupid master is going to help me? (Who is your village chief?) Tang Ye pointed and pronounced while gesturing, and the villagers all showed a look of being facing a great enemy.

At this time, an old man who seemed to be nearly 70 years old but was full of energy pushed away the crowd and strode forward, asking in an accent that seemed to be in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas of China, "Guests, where are you from? Where are you going?"

When Tang Ye heard the old man's words, he was stunned at first. Unexpectedly, the other party's Chinese was more authentic than he forced to do. Those few words just now were in vain.

Tang Ye was about to answer, but the little demon rushed forward, pulled him apart, then bowed to the old man and said, "The old man has disturbed us. We are guests from the Golden Triangle. Because of the earthquake just now, we got separated from our friends and accidentally came here. Please give us some convenience and tell us where this is and just point out the clear road. We will set off for a while and we will set off. We will not cause any trouble to your village."

The old man stroked his long beard and said calmly: "I am in this mountain, and I don't know where the clouds are deep.

If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune. Our village is worshiping the mountain ghosts. Since you are destined to come and the visitors are guests, please go to the village to rest for a while."

When Mu Qingshan heard the old man's words simple and elegant, he was secretly shocked. He didn't expect that he could meet such an old man in such a place. The old man's eyes were soft but bright, with a childish face and white hair, and no old look. It made people unable to tell how long he had lived, just like a god in a book.

What’s strange is that the little demon was so serious that he bowed to the old man again, gave a gift, nodded and said, “This will disturb your village.”

The old man smiled but didn't say anything, turned around to lead the way, and the villagers made a way. Only then did they see the half-boys who had run into the house before, holding their hunting rifles and driving the hunting dogs. Seeing the old man bringing these three clay men into the village, they then grabbed the dog leash and looked at Mu Qingshan and the other three.

Seeing this, Tang Ye took a deep breath and couldn't help but mutter softly: "It's so dangerous, I almost got slaughtered and fed the dog."

The three of them followed the old man into the village house, walked through the outer courtyard full of firewood, and entered the inner hall. The four of them sat down separately, and immediately two dark-skinned local children came up with tea and respectfully held them in front of the four.

Mu Qingshan and Xiao Yao took the tea bowl casually and placed it on the table. Tang Ye held the tea bowl with one hand, touched the head of the child who handed the tea with the other hand, and thanked happily. Tang Ye thanked him for a long time. Suddenly, he found that the two children had no reaction. He looked at him blankly and was so scared that he took a small step back.

At this time, the old man's voice sounded beside him: "There are all natives in this village except me. They don't understand the Demonic language and can't understand what you are saying." After saying this, the old man muttered a few more words in the local language that the three of them could not understand at all. The two children nodded repeatedly and retreated.

Seeing that the three of them were puzzled, the old man smiled and said, "A guest came from afar, I asked them to prepare some meat and treat you all!"

As soon as he heard that there was food to eat, Tang Ye jumped up and said loudly: "Where is the kitchen? Can you let me go with them? When it comes to making Lai, I have some tricks. What do you want to eat? I will make a few special ones for you!" Tang Ye's words were out of professional habits, fearing that the things these villagers made were not to the right taste, and on the other hand, they were also worried. They were afraid that these natives would be fooled by food, so they had to be careful.

When the old man heard that Tang Feng was going to cook and roast lace, he smiled and said happily: "I haven't eaten authentic Chinese food for a long time. Is this friend interested? Turn left to the kitchen. Go and see what ingredients are there."

Tang Ye strode behind the two indigenous children without any hesitation, turned left and entered the kitchen.

The little demon raised his brow slightly, turned his body to the side, and said to Mu Qingshan: "Mu Qingshan, please chat with the old man. I'll go find some water and take a shower. I'll call you later."

Mu Qingshan knew that Xiao Yao had always loved cleaning, so he had to nod. Xiao Yao also got up and went out, leaving Mu Qingshan and the old man in the hall.

Mu Qingshan smiled kindly at the old man, and didn't know what to talk to him for a moment.

The old man looked up and down Mu Qingshan with interest, and finally said, "Brother, where are you from?"

Mu Qingshan felt a little embarrassed by his sight and replied casually: "We came from Xijing. Do you know this place?"

The old man laughed and said, "Of course I know that when I was in the army, did the walls in Xijing still exist?"

Mu Qingshan nodded and replied casually: "The city wall is still there, and now it has become a tourist attraction. People buy tickets to visit every day. If you have time, you can go back and take a look."

Originally, Mu Qingshan just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect that the old man would start muttering alone.

"I dare not forget my family and country, and my fallen leaves return to my roots. My hometown is unforgettable. Do you want to go back and take a look?

It’s not easy! Little brother, do you know where we are now stepping on our way?”

Before Mu Qingshan could answer, the old man continued to say to himself: "This is an abandoned land. We are all abandoned by our family and country. It is difficult to go back!"

Mu Qingshan was infected by the old man's emotions and couldn't help asking: "Old man, why do you say that? Is it really that difficult to go back?"

The old man shook his head and sighed, and replied, "You are too young and don't know the background of the Golden Triangle. I'm afraid you won't believe it when I say it. Lao Mo, I am over 130 years old this year. My ancestral home is from Mianyang, Sichuan. I was once the street guardian of General Bai Chongxi of the Kuomintang. After Chiang Kai-shek retreated to Taiwan, I came here with the defeat of the Guangxi clique. More than a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye, as if yesterday."

When Mu Qingshan heard the old man telling his home, he was a little stunned. How could there be a person who lived to be 130 years old in this world, and he was so energetic that he didn't look like an elderly person at all. However, when he heard his deep affection, he was a little bit doubtful.

When the old man saw Mu Qingshan not believing, he said calmly: "Brother, you are also a person with real skills. I don't need to hide anything. Sixty years ago, Lao Mo had already practiced my qigong to the level of a world-class master. I stayed in this small village and isolated from the world, so I could naturally live longer. Most of these indigenous people were simple and kind, and they just rely on slash and fire and hard work. I stayed here to help them develop their families. Although they were lonely, it was also a merit."

Mu Qingshan nodded repeatedly when he heard this. These words were very suitable for his own preferences. Even if he had peerless martial arts, he might not necessarily become famous. As long as he did what he liked, even if he was just to protect a village and a village, or even a girl, he was also valuable.

During the time when Mu Qingshan and the old man had a question and answer, the little demon had already returned from a shower. Unlike the usual meticulous and exquisiteness, the little demon just washed the sludge on his body and hurried back to the hall because he was always worried that Mu Qingshan would face the mysterious old man alone.

The little demon walked into the hall and shook his hair while smiling: "Mu Qingshan, you can take a shower too. There is a well when you go out of the yard and turn right. The water quality is very good!"

Mu Qingshan also realized that his body was too dirty. He sat on someone's chair and made the seat dirty. So Mu Qingshan stood up, bowed to the old man, and said, "Old sir, please talk to my friend. He knows more than me, I'll go take a shower."

When Mu Qingshan walked out of the hall, the little demon sat on Mu Qingshan's position with a smile and said, "Old sir, you are having a very speculative chat with my friend. Why don't we play chess?" It turned out that the little demon was sharp-eyed and saw two boxes of Go pieces and a rosewood chessboard on the partition under the table. The old man smiled indifferently, and took out the chessboard from under the table, while saying lightly: "Although you are an alien, as long as you don't have the intention to harm others, it's nothing to play chess with you."

As soon as the sentence was said, the little demon's eyes immediately became extremely sharp. He stared at the old man and said word by word: "How did you know? Have we seen it before?" The little demon's tone was extremely cold at this time, and the meaning revealed was as if the old man would immediately turn over the table and take action without a good answer.

The old man looked mysterious and said lightly: "Don't be nervous. You are old and you will naturally see more things. This is nothing strange. I have never seen you before, and I don't want to care about your affairs. You should take care of yourself." Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember to help promote it! This site is!
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