In fact, there were several villagers around Mo Li, and they all came from the direction of the village chief's house.

In a panic, Zhang Dezi just wanted to get away as soon as possible. He didn't even look at it. He pointed and said, "Someone in his family was an official in the Chu Dynasty, and then fled to our small place. My father said before that he brought several mouthfuls with him." Big box!!"

The old Confucian scholar glanced at Mo Li, thinking that this son is really not an ordinary person.

Poor households in the countryside cannot support such people.

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

"This young man just came to our village yesterday. How do you know what his ancestors did?"

Zhang Dezi was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the person he was referring to was Mo Li.

The old village chief came over panting, supported by his son, his beard shaking with anger.The other villagers didn't react, but he was clear about what he did as an official in the Chu Dynasty. Isn't this his own family's business?

"Zhang Dezi, you're out of your mind!"

The old village head was heartbroken. He vaguely felt that the old Confucian scholar who had arrested Zhang Dezi was very strange.

They are a small village, and they can't even offend the tax collectors. Every year, the corvee has to be paid up and down, and some money can be put in so that the villagers can come back whole, instead of having their arms and legs broken, or people coming back out of shape. After a serious illness, he died immediately.

"...What nonsense are you talking about?" The village chief looked at the old Confucian student uneasily.

He didn't dare to see it too clearly, and hoped that this person would not have any big background.

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

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

When Mo Li heard the word Jinsi, he was sure that Zhang Dezi heard what he said last night, and Zhang Dezi mistakenly thought it was something from the village head's house.

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

If he had kept the golden silk armor tighter and paid more attention to this thing, there would be no accident like today.

At this point, it is necessary to find out what Zhang Dezi was talking about outside, how many people heard it, and what is the origin of this old Confucian scholar? Did he also come here for the golden silk armor?

While thinking, Mo Li watched his surroundings out of the corner of his eye, he was looking for a gerbil.

——Not on the ground, not in the corner of the wall.

Except for the villagers who went out to go to the market, as well as women and children with disabilities, almost all the rest of the village came. With such a big commotion, it is impossible for Meng Qi not to notice the situation here. Could it be that he was caught by something?

Mo Li has no experience in the world. Although his expression is normal, he secretly pays attention to the behavior around him, but he can't hide it from those who are interested.

The old Confucian scholar squinted his eyes and smiled, obviously thinking that Mo Li had a guilty conscience and wanted to escape, and the so-called composure was just an act of force.No matter whose family's younger generation it is, how did they know about it? Since they are afraid, it means that they have no great skills.

Mo Li had no idea that the other party had already thought so much, he was worried about the gerbil.

Meng Guoshi is better than him in martial arts, so there is nothing to worry about, but the gerbil is different.

What if the gerbil suddenly couldn't transform back into human form?What should Meng Qi do if his condition flares up again and he faints on the spot?

The more Mo Li thought about it, the more he felt that it was inappropriate to let the gerbil go out to inquire about the news. When he was upset, he suddenly saw a familiar figure strolling on the wall next to him.

"..."

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

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

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

A villager instinctively picked up a bamboo pole and was about to hit it. The fat mouse quickly jumped onto a tree by the wall and hid itself in the leaves, completely out of sight.The villagers were shocked and thought, this mouse is so fat that it seems that it can't walk, why it suddenly becomes sensitive and can't even hit it?

Yes, Meng Qi made a special appearance in order to prevent Mo Li from worrying. He thought he was pacing calmly and gracefully, but in the eyes of the villagers, he was too fat to run.

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

"...No, it's not very big, just 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 Confucian scholar let out an angry roar, his voice was infused with inner strength, ordinary people couldn't stand it, they only felt as if someone had hit their head, their ears were buzzing, the world was spinning, and there were a few weaker people who fell directly fell to the ground.

Mo Li instinctively resisted with internal force, so the villagers around him and behind him were fine.

The old village chief was shocked when he saw the crooked villagers, and knew that he had met a "skilled person", that is, the kind of Jianghu people often mentioned by storytellers, who could tear down restaurants and kick over a building if they didn't agree with each other. Street stalls.

How can this be offended?

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

Because I really can’t call him a hero, and it’s not right to call him a strong man, so the village head could only bite the bullet and ask, “Your Majesty, are you looking for something? Our village is small and poor, so we really don’t have anything.”

"nonsense!"

Zhang Dezi jumped up suddenly. He pointed at the village chief and said loudly, "I heard it really well last night! Folks, do you know why the snitch came here? It's just for his family's treasure! It's gold wire... Anyway It's gold, very valuable! I think the guy who came to our village yesterday was also aiming at this!"

The villagers were shocked, not because the village head had a treasure, but how did Zhang Dezi know about it, 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, and he didn't even look at Zhang Dezi more.

The old Confucian scholar stroked his beard and said contemptuously: "Junior, who are you from?"

"Isn't it impolite for you to ask people instead of declaring your family name?" Mo Li waved at the village chief, signaling them to leave quickly.

"Hmph!" The old Confucian scholar snorted heavily, and said arrogantly, "I see who dares to leave?"

Mo Li knew that this person was after Jinsijia, even if this was resolved, there was still another one in the ancestral hall, and he didn't know what Zhang Dezi was talking about outside, so he simply decided to take this matter over.

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

The ink carp looked up at the canopy where the gerbil was hiding, and then said coldly: "Men don't talk dark words, your Excellency is probably here for the golden silk armor!"

The old Confucian scholar's eyes lit up, revealing an expression that really did.

"Junior, since you are a caring person and have chased here, as long as you hand over the golden silk armor, I will let you live." The old Confucian scholar kicked Zhang Dezi away who wanted to say something, and the latter fell I fell out and didn't get up for a long time.

Zhang Dezi's daughter-in-law was called out. She was wearing tattered clothes. Seeing this scene, she hurried over to help Zhang Dezi.

"From Dezi's family, what's wrong with you? Why are you dressed like this?"

The woman wept and said nothing, Zhang Dezi vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and passed out immediately.

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

It was the village chief's son who went over to question her, and the woman cried and told about Zhang Dezi's gambling.

"That's right, this guy lost all his money in the gambling house. He yelled and immediately found a pawn for the treasure, and came back to find the book. If others didn't believe it, he swore that there were thieves in your village and a golden silk treasure. I even pawned a small golden toad half a year ago, which looks like it was dug out of the soil." The old Confucian scholar looked at the crowd with a malicious smile, as if he wanted to see the reaction of the villagers.

As a result, he didn't wait to accuse each other, nor did he see scuffling and cursing, only the incredulous eyes of the villagers.

Although the villagers don't know what the village chief's house has, let alone what the golden silk armor is, they are not stupid.How much trouble Zhang Dezi would bring to the village by talking nonsense like this outside.

Because Zhang Dezi disguised himself very well on weekdays, everyone in the village was very close, no one would have thought that Zhang Dezi was such a person.

Mo Li wanted to lure this person away, so he said, "There is no golden silk armor in this village, and no one knows about it. In fact..."

The old Confucian scholar stretched out his figure, pointed at him with an eagle hook, and grabbed it abruptly.

The ink carp avoided it easily, but the old Confucian scholar was a little surprised, but he still sneered and said, "You junior, your lightness kung fu is pretty good. It's a pity that your rhetoric is useless to me. The golden toad pawned by this gambler is a feng shui object of the Tibetan Fengshui Temple. The Golden Silk Armor has nothing to do with them!"

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

Instead of letting people guess the whereabouts of the golden silk armor, it is better to find someone who gets the treasure and completely save the village from trouble.

With murderous intent in his eyes, the old Confucian scholar said strangely, "That's good! I'm saving the old man's trouble!"

At this time Zhang Dezi was woken up by his wife, and he opened his mouth to scream.

"Kill it! Kill it! There's a lot of blood!"

When he saw the old Confucian scholar, he flinched in fright and cried to the villagers after regaining consciousness: "He, he killed everyone in the gambling house! And the people in the pawn shop! I don't want to, run away!" !"

Everyone was in an uproar, and Zhang Dezi picked up the woman and ran away. He tripped several times and his head was bleeding from the fall.

The old Confucian scholar raised his hand and just slapped him, Mo Li directly stopped him, and the two of them passed a dozen moves in an instant.

The other party's moves are vicious and vicious, and the ink carp's moves are impeccable, and even a little more than a little more comfortable.

The old Confucian scholar was very surprised, and the tricks in his hands were more pressing.

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

Mo Li became angry. He saw that the old Confucian's martial arts were all evil ways, and his palm style had a foul smell. From the tone of his voice, he probably didn't intend to leave the village alive.

"Recently, people from all corners of the country have rushed to Emperor Li's Mausoleum. You have killed people so wantonly. Are you trying to silence them or attract others' attention? You are so stupid and evil!"

Mo Li's angry reprimand only got the old scholar a burst of laughter.

"Junior, when things like corpses are set on fire, who can tell who left the fatal wounds? Does anyone know why they died? Since you bumped into this old man today, it's your luck." Well, life is short and blessings are shallow!"

He said without reservation, his momentum was like a tiger, and his moves were fast.

Every move is fatal, very tricky and ruthless.

The old Confucian scholar's martial arts are very high, and he has also practiced internal strength for at least a year. When the ink carp dodged, two tree trunks were smashed by him.

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

Mo Li focused on the trick, because he had to be careful not to affect the villagers who were running away in a hurry. He had to carry out some tricks, and he didn't let the old Confucian scholar approach there.

The more the old Confucian student fought, the more frightened he became. He originally thought that dealing with such a junior would be easy, but the opponent not only took it, but also stopped him in place, even if he wanted to kill him, he couldn't do it.

With a feint, he took out a handful of copper coins, raised his hand and threw them out.

The copper coins are not sharpened, but they are infused with internal force. When hit on a person, the tendons and bones can be broken in the slightest, and in severe cases, they can die.

Mo Li jumped out with extremely fast movement, flicked his sleeves, and wrapped up most of the coins. If he was wearing a broad robe with wide sleeves instead of an ordinary short jacket, it is estimated that there would not even be any missing ones.

Just when Mo Li was trying to save it, he suddenly saw a figure passing by.

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

The ink carp paused, and saw that the man knocked down the remaining hidden weapons lightly, and the second move's majestic internal force burst out suddenly, making people feel that he had bumped into a towering mountain, and the old Confucian student backed away in shock.

The third trick is that the mountain collapses, as if the earth is shaking and the sky is shaking.

The ground sank three inches in unison, yellow sand filled the sky, and flying rocks danced chaotically.

In an instant, the old Confucian scholar retreated steadily with three moves, and such a posture of squandering his internal energy made him turn pale, suspecting that he had encountered a ghost, how could there be such a master in the world?

Meng Qi didn't give him a chance to breathe.

If the offensive just now was like a mountain, like a raging wave, now it is like a scorching sun.

The old Confucian scholar was sweating profusely. He barely held the thick and terrifying internal force with his hands raised flat, and his eyes were also stung—the man's outer robe couldn't bear the force, and it was broken into pieces, and then revealed a streamer-like gold.

"Gold, silk, armor!"

The old Confucian scholar said word for word, there was no greed in his eyes.

Because a hand had already appeared in front of his eyes, the old Confucian scholar backed away desperately, and the opponent followed him like a shadow.

The majestic inner strength turned into substance, oppressing the old Confucian scholar, and he couldn't use many life-saving tricks. He finally realized that it was not good, and hurried to escape.

The figures of the two had disappeared at the entrance of the village, leaving a deep imprint on the ground, and the surrounding soil was broken and rocks flew, as if two bears had fought.

The traces spread all the way, and the villagers were dumbfounded and could not speak at all.

"Who are you?"

The hiss of the old Confucian scholar came from a distance.

What responded to him was a clear and ethereal voice: "I am the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty, Meng Qi."

Then there was a scalp-numbing scream.

Everyone was terrified.

Ink Carp: "..."

Doctor Mo was in a complicated mood. He originally wanted to bear the matter of the golden silk armor on his back. Anyway, because of Mr. Jinfeng, he already had a good reputation. Come to a mysterious master here!But Meng Qi actually saw through his intention, ran back like a gerbil, put on the gold silk armor, and rushed to take the trouble away.

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

The author has something to say:

It's his debut, Meng Guoshi is about to officially become famous in the world!

It was N years late to become famous.

The history books have mentioned it briefly, the little-known teacher Meng Guo: Hmph.

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