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"Scholar, formerly known as Liu Liang, is proficient in computers and other electronic products, proficient in melee combat, and proficient in various weapons and equipment." After listening to Jiang Chen's words, the scholar still stood up slowly.

Looking at the thick calluses on the scholar's hands, Jiang Chen understood that the person in front of him was not simple, but he didn't say anything, but silently looked at the next person.

"Camel, proficient."

The five introduced them one by one, and Jiang Chen had a preliminary understanding of them.

He didn't doubt their abilities, because they were brought by Mo Qiong'an.

"Have you five made a decision? After entering the Eight-faced Pagoda, you will either die in defending your home and defending the country, or you will die. There is no quitting, because there are too many things involved in it. There is only one word for forced withdrawal, death. "Jiang Chen reminded them again.

"No regrets." The five stared at Jiang Chen, because the strong man was finally convincing.

"Okay, Mo Qiong'an, you sort out the materials of the five people and report them to the Jiangnan headquarters in a while. I want them to give instructions as soon as possible." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"No problem, leave it to me." Mo Qiong'an was relieved and said happily.

"Everyone don't run around in the afternoon, accompany me to do something." Jiang Chen ordered.

"Boys, what are you looking at, follow me, this is not our stronghold." Mo Qiong'an greeted.

Ten minutes later, I saw several people standing neatly at the door with a bag on their backs.

Back at the base of the Eight-faced Stupa, Mo Qiong'an distributed dormitories to several people, explained some rules at the same time, and went there to report.

It wasn't until noon that Jiang Chen temporarily finished the work at hand.

"Jiang Chen, what are you going to do in the middle of the day?" Mo Qiong'an came over, not understanding why Jiang Chen called five people to go.

"What's the number today." Jiang Chen tapped on the table with a pen.

"The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month." Mo Qiong'an looked at the calendar and said.

"That's right, it's the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month. It's time for us to visit our brothers' homes. It's Chinese New Year, so we must buy some new year goods." Jiang Chen said with a sigh.

Hearing what Jiang Chen said, Mo Qiong'an immediately shut up.

Indeed, on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the days always pass quickly, and the Chinese New Year will soon be here.

"Okay, three cars is enough." Mo Qiong'an said.

"You're determined. I'll go to the mall later. If you need anything, please remind me. This first year will be a good one, won't you?" Jiang Chen rubbed his face, which made him sober up a lot.

After going to the shopping mall, Mo Qiongan came directly to a big sweep.

The three off-road vehicles, except for the seating space, were fully loaded, and even hired a box car at the back, which contained a lot of New Year's goods.

In one afternoon, seven people ran to nearly [-] places and distributed the New Year's goods in their hands to the families who had died.

This afternoon was a baptism, a spiritual baptism, for the five monks and scholars.

Looking at this last family, Jiang Chen rushed over directly with the monk and the scholar.

"Yang Yunfei, one of my most familiar subordinates, in the battle of Tianling Mountain, in order to let me destroy the yin and yang and forbearance, he forcibly created opportunities for me with his body. He is only 23 years old this year." Chen murmured.

Neither the scholar nor the monk spoke, but just listened silently.

After a long time, Jiang Chen breathed out a dirty breath and said: "I tell you this, not to show off how brave they are, because there is no need to show off, I just let you understand a truth, in the Eight-faced Pagoda Only after life and death, after life and death, can you enjoy the glory you deserve."

"Brother Chen, we are not afraid of death." The monk replied subconsciously.

"I know, well, take your things with you, let's go down." Jiang Chen greeted and got out of the car directly.

Yang Yunfei's home is in a remote mountain village in Jiangcheng. This place is at the edge of Jiangcheng, surrounded by mountains.

Because of the terrain, it is colder here than in Jiangcheng.

Looking around, there is nothing but a yellowish red lantern at the entrance of the village.

According to the address left by Yang Yunfei, Jiang Chen brought the scholar and the monk into this small village.

Standing at the entrance of the village, I realized that there are only dozens of households in the whole small village. Perhaps because it is Chinese New Year, there are few people on the road in the village.

"Auntie, ask, where is Yang Yunfei's home?" Jiang Chen asked someone softly.

"Yang Yunfei, why are you looking for him? Is this kid doing something outside? Let me tell you, it's not bad. He usually helps us with work when he comes back. You can't trouble him." The aunt looked at the monk over there with a wary face. There was no way, this bald head matched with the sloppy face, it is not a good person to let anyone look at it.

"Auntie, we are Yang Yunfei's friends. It's not the Chinese New Year. Let's come and see him. I don't know where his home is." Jiang Chen pointed to the New Year's goods next to him and said.

Perhaps it was because of Jiang Chen's kind face that the aunt pointed to the bare mountaintop in the distance and said, "Yang Yunfei's house is on the top of the mountain over there, and he moved there a few years ago."

"On the top of the mountain, isn't it in the village?" Jiang Chen looked at the distant mountain in surprise, but it wasn't close.

Wang Shan runs to death, Jiang Chen understands this truth.

"No, Yang Yunfei's family moved as early as three years ago and lived on the mountain. A fortune teller said that Mrs. Yang's body is suitable for living on the mountain. For the sake of Mrs. Yang's body, Yang Yunfei moved there directly. By the way, there is a Taoist temple over there, and the old fortune-teller is inside." The aunt explained.

"Thank you, you are busy, save this bag of candies for the little grandson." Jiang Chen handed over a bag of candies next to him.

"You are polite, young man, you are really polite." The aunt said so, but she took the bag of candy skillfully.

Jiang Chen and the others had no choice but to rush towards the top of the mountain over there. The monk on the way said differently: "Is there still people who believe in this now? If you are sick, you should go to see them. These fortune tellers and sorceresses are all deceitful."

"There is no way to do this. Thousands of years of bad habits can't be changed in a short time. In many places like here, you still go to witches and Taoist priests when you are sick. Just get used to it." The scholar said softly on the side.

Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "Okay, let's not talk about it. From what I know about Yang Yunfei, he shouldn't be so stupid. There must be some reason for it. We'll know when we get there."

"Yes." Seeing that Jiang Chen had let go, neither the monk nor the scholar talked about it anymore.

After walking for a full hour, Jiang Chen finally reached the top of the mountain.