Taoyuan Xianzhuang

Chapter 474

In the evening, Qinghegou lies quietly and peacefully in the arms of Taiqing Mountain and Dazui Mountain, watching the sunset on the west mountain.

Under the old willow tree in the west of the village entrance, the homeless man caressed the dry and cracked bark and stared up, feeling absent-minded for a while.

Soon, he began to mutter to himself, talking in a rambling manner, but unfortunately there was no one around him, so he could only tell himself what was on his mind.

Sunset over the long river.

The newly built concrete pavement reflects the red glow of the setting sun, sparkling like a long river.

At the end, a thin and lonely figure came slowly, alone, indifferent and lonely.

It was a 34-year-old middle-aged man with long hair and an ancient sword on his back. He was so chic, like a wandering swordsman.

The man walked to the willow tree, frowned and looked at the homeless man beside him, a strange color flashed between his brows, his eyes lingered on the homeless man for a few seconds, and he walked into Qinghegou with a puzzled expression.

"Hello, is this Qinghegou?"

"Yes, young man, who are you looking for?"

The man with the sword on his back caught a random villager at the entrance of the village and questioned him. He took out his mobile phone and played a video, "I'm looking for him, is this from your village?"

The villagers squinted their phones for a while, then shook their heads and said, "I don't know."

The man said: "Look carefully, are you sure you don't know him? I asked all the way, and some people said that he is from Qinghegou, and his name is Yang Xiao."

"Yang Xiao?"

The villager frowned, shook his head and said, "No, there is no one named Yang Xiao in our village, you have found the wrong one, so, you follow this road all the way south, there is a Xiafang village, you can ask if it is a Xiafang village. People from Fangcun."

The man took back his cell phone and nodded to the villagers to thank him, "Okay, thank you."

After the man left, the transport vehicle of Yang Xiao's farm drove over from the west.

Zhao San was driving the car, and Li Haijun was sitting in the passenger seat.

The two of them went out to see the farmer and came back.

"Grandpa Zhang, who was that man just now? He was dressed so strangely."

When passing by the villagers, Zhao San stopped the car and looked to the south. The man with the sword on his back was walking towards Xiafang Village alone.

Villager Zhang Sanfa is an old man in his 60s, leaning on a cane, shaking his head and saying, "I don't know, that man is too strange. He came to look for Xiaoxiao. I saw him dressed like he was singing in a big show. I can’t tell him if I hold a sword. So I let him go to the south. Who is he? Xiaoxiao’s friend?”

"I don't know, I haven't seen him. I don't know what he's here for, just leave him alone. By the way, Grandpa Zhang, have you seen that person?" Zhao San pointed at the old willow tree behind him again.

"Who is that man? What are you doing?"

"I don't know. I heard from Brother Jinjin that that guy showed up a few days ago. Who knows what he does. He must be a psycho who ran out of some village. He will be gone in a few days."

Zhao San looked at it for a while, and said: "Okay, Grandpa Zhang, you can rest, I'm leaving."

"Hey, all right."

Just as Zhao San was about to start the car, he heard someone knock on the door a few times. He raised his head and found that it was the man with the sword on his back.

Didn't he go south?
Why are you back?

"busy?"

Zhao San snorted and looked at him curiously.

"Brother, let me ask, do you know this person?"

The man took out Yang Xiao's video that went viral all over the Internet again.

Zhao San glanced at Zhang Sanfa on the side of the road, rolled his eyes, shook his head and said, "I don't know him, I haven't seen him before. What do you want him for?"

The man said lightly: "It's okay, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he did not walk towards Xiafang Village, but towards Qinghegou.

"Hey buddy."

Zhao San jumped out of the car and shouted: "Are you okay?"

The man shook his head, "It's okay, just stroll around."

Zhao Sandao: "There is no such person in our village, did you come to the wrong place?"

"I'll just walk around."

"We don't welcome outsiders in our village. If you have nothing to do, you'd better not wander around."

"But I just want to go shopping."

"Then I can't let you in."

Zhao San snorted twice and came to the man, blocking his way. "Either you leave now, or I ask you to leave."

The reason for the man's visit was unknown, and he was carrying a weapon and wearing strange clothes. He definitely wasn't here to discuss business.

Who knows what he's going to do?
For safety reasons, he must not be allowed into the village.

Li Haijun had the same opinion as Zhao San and Zhang Sanfa. He jumped out of the car and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm very sorry. The customs in our village are rather strange. Don't forget to take it to heart. The person you're talking about is a netizen. Hong, I know, but he is not from our village. Why don't you go to the south or north to look for it, okay?"

"No!" The man said decisively.

"That's really helpless, you can't get in." Li Haijun said.

"What if I insist?"

The man squinted at Li Haijun, raised his leg and walked away. Li Haijun immediately reached out to grab his shoulder, but was easily dodged by the other party, and walked seven or eight meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Hey!"

Zhao San shouted, and quickly chased after him. The corner of the man's mouth raised, he turned around suddenly, stretched out his hand into a palm, and patted Zhao San's chest.

Zhao Sansan was taken aback, turned around sharply, avoided the palm dangerously, and then took the initiative to attack, tearing at the man.

With a touch of disdain on his face, the man resorted to a move of "Pian Ruo Jing Hong", trying to shock Zhao San away, but what he didn't expect was that Zhao San avoided this move again "self-defeating".

"Oh! Master? Interesting!"

The man got serious, turned around and looked at Zhao San seriously, "Sure enough, you are a master among the people. I never thought that you, a truck driver, would have such good skills."

"You are crazy. I warn you, leave quickly, otherwise you will not be able to leave later."

"It's okay to leave, but you have to beat me!"

The man's palms were like a dragon, biting and attacking alternately. Zhao San was as light as a swallow, dodging left and right, fighting while retreating. Gain the upper hand, you can't win, you can't lose.

In just 2 minutes, the two had gone back and forth for fifteen rounds, the battle was stalemate, and the two were anxious.

The fists and kicks couldn't be bought cheaply, the man suddenly opened and closed, forced Zhao San back with long moves, took the opportunity to draw the big sword behind his back, and the murderous aura was like a rainbow in an instant, the man's aura instantly climbed to a terrifying height, eyebrows frowned The room is filled with the color of self-confidence.

The ancient sword turned like the wind, and silver sword flowers danced out between swirls, wrapping Zhao San tightly.

Seeing that Zhao San was defeated, Li Haijun immediately pulled out a large wrench from the cab and rushed over, "Brother San, I'll help you!"

Zhang Sanfa on the side also looked anxious, walked towards the village leaning on a cane, and shouted: "It's not good, come quickly!"

(End of this chapter)