Chapter 59

Feng Jun was lying in a long grass, quietly observing the small village at the foot of the mountain.

He has been in the wilderness space for 20 days. Three days ago, he found a small village at the foot of the mountain.

The village is very small, about 20 families, more than 100 people, with more than 1000 mu of land. The fields are irrigated by mountains and streams. There are fruit trees, breeding, and more than 10 young people who can bow or hunt with iron forks.

Not far from the village, the mountain stream converges into a small lake, 50 or 60 mu in size, but no one is fishing.

People's clothes are similar to those of the Ming Dynasty, with two pieces of costumes and accents similar to the Haozhou dialect in the real world. It sounds rather laborious. Speaking It's more difficult, at least for Feng Jun, because he stayed in Haozhou for a long time.

Of course, for Feng Jun, he is more concerned about the other side's force index. If he uses the force of "one hand blows out, and the vitality of a hundred miles is exhausted", he can only choose the extremely cautious way of contact.

It's OK. People here have the same force value as those in the Ming Dynasty. Some people get up in the morning to fight, but that's what happened. Feng Jun thinks that his force value can be ranked in the top three in this village.

The only bad thing is that all the people here have long hair, so do women and men, with their hair in a bun - it's so much like the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Jun's hair is short. Although he has been here for three months, his hair hasn't grown very long. If he wants to have a similar bun, he thinks he needs to keep his hair for at least two years.

That's a lot harder.

Of course, there are wigs for sale in real life, but Feng Jun also saw that when the men in the village are playing, the bun is often one of the attack points. Once they grasp each other's bun, they are easy to fall to the ground.

Feng Jun can't imagine the day when someone reaches out his hand - eh, I've taken his hair off?

So he didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't want to go back to earth and make similar clothes. If it's a little different, it's a little different.

So he went back to the top of the mountain, covered his temporary shelter, held an iron bar in his hand, filled himself with all kinds of weapons, carried a backpack on his back, and went around to the other side of the mountain, intending to detour into the village.

This round is at least 40 Li, but for Feng Jun, it doesn't matter. It's only seven or eight Li from the top of the mountain directly down to the village, but his materials are easily exposed.

When we got seven or eight miles away from the village, there was a sheep's intestines trail. It was just a path trodden by people, but the road was fairly flat, but it was rather winding.

When he walked more than three miles on the path, at a corner, he heard the sound of weapons colliding and people shouting.

Feng Jun stops, hands and feet, and quickly climbs up a big stone. When he looks up, he finds that a man and a woman are fighting. The man is in his forties, and the woman is in her early twenties.

Both of them had knives. The woman used firewood knives, and the man used machetes. However, the woman actually blocked the man's attack and could fight back two swords occasionally.

"Is that her?" Feng Jun's brow wrinkled. This woman is from that small village. He saw through the telescope that there are five members in a family, including her parents and two younger brothers.

Her father broke his arm and could hardly see him do it, but the woman was very skilled. She not only practiced martial arts by herself, but also urged her two younger brothers to practice martial arts.

Feng Jun asked himself that he was not her opponent if he only said tricks. Of course, if he was fighting for life and death, he had to say something else.

However, he listed her father as a target he could not fight, although he had never seen the middle-aged man fight.

As for the man who cut with her, he had no impression.

While the woman was waving a firewood knife, she was yelling, but the man was smiling and talking triumphantly. A machete was waving easily, and it seemed that he had more strength.

After watching for a few minutes, Feng Jun found that women are not rivals. First of all, women's endurance is not as good as men's. secondly, the man still has a sword on his back, which he didn't pull out.

After a while, the woman's hair was scattered, her face was flushed, and her back was a little weak. However, the man still waved his thick back machete and said something with a smile.

"NIMA You speak too fast, "Feng Jun said with a gnawing tooth. He didn't quite understand.

The more she fought, the more desperate she was. She found a Yaling bamboo shoot here today. It's just a gratifying harvest. I didn't expect a man to come up from the foot of the mountain and say that he planted it.

Even children could not be coaxed by this. There was only one village in Xiaohu village seven or eight miles away, and she knew almost all the people in the surrounding villages - at least she knew all those who had such skills.

The man asked her to put down the bamboo shoots, of course she would not agree, the man said that in this case, not only Yaling bamboo shoots, you also stay, accompany me to have a good time.

The woman was so angry that she couldn't be kind. She took out the knife to fight each other. She didn't think that the fighting power of the other side was beyond her imagination. She was not an opponent.The mountain people here are very fierce. As a woman, she dares to walk alone in the mountains. Besides her own force, she is also close to the village.

It's too far away for her to go alone, not to mention her. Even the young men in the village dare not go alone. You know, there are beasts in the mountains.

She couldn't beat each other. She wasn't very worried. She thought maybe the people in the village would pass by. After all, the village was only four or five miles away from here, and she was still on the way to the village.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no one passing by in the village, but her strength couldn't keep up with her. In this way, her mentality was a little unbalanced, and her Parry became more and more embarrassed.

The next moment, her mind a trance, the other side's chopper from her side, cut off half of her skirt.

She was more and more flustered. She looked around. She didn't want to see a strange young man standing on a big stone not far away. Not only did she have short hair, but also the style of clothes she had never seen.

But at this time, where did she think so much? He immediately yelled at Feng Jun.

Watt? Feng Jun is a little dazed. What are you talking about?

The middle-aged man is very experienced. He doesn't fall into a dilemma because of the woman's shouting. He just slows down his attack a little, and then looks over.

At this, he was slightly surprised. NIMA There's a man out there? This girl is not lying to me.

Feng Jun thought about it, pointed to his nose and yelled out three words, "speak slowly."

His pronunciation is very strange, however, he has tried to pronounce in Haozhou dialect.

The woman heard this strange pronunciation, pondered for a while, then reflected what the other party was saying.

It turned out to be a stranger. She guessed the identity of the other party, so she slowed down and said out loud, "you, help me, beat him, Yaling green shoots, divide equally!"

Feng Jun understood. Although he didn't know what Yaling green shoots were, he had been observing for a long time. He guessed and asked Meng, and basically knew what the other party was saying.

This woman should have found something good. Men want to rob women, and they also want to take women. Now women want to share with him the good thing called "Yaling green shoots".

Feng Jun is not very interested in that good thing. He wants to help and integrate into this small mountain village first.

So he shook his head, "I'm not interested in Yaling bamboo shoots. I just want to make sure that you need help, don't you?"

The middle-aged man was worried. His hand was tight, and his sword skills suddenly became faster. At the same time, he yelled, "little guy, as long as you don't mind your own business, this woman belongs to you, and Yaling bamboo shoots belong to me!"

Women for me? Feng Jun is really not interested in this woman. She can make do with her face. In the world, she can score nearly 70 points - it's because she is young, and her youthful vitality is a plus.

But her figure is very strong, right, not plump but strong, with thick legs and thick arms. Feng Jun doesn't like this kind of strong type.

Moreover, although he can also go to bars and hook up netizens, it's the restlessness of young people. He doesn't like to force women at all, and even hates this kind of people very much - if you can't hook up beautiful women, it's because you don't have the ability, and using strong is rubbish.

When the woman saw him asking questions, she was too busy to answer in a loud voice, "it's necessary to share your half. Otherwise, you can go to the village and help me shout."

This sentence she said faster, Feng Jun thought about it for a while, then guessed the meaning of the other party, so he yelled, "well, how long do you think you can persist?"

As soon as the middle-aged man heard that the young man had to intervene, he was immediately annoyed, "boy, do you want to die?"

"I don't like the way you talk," Feng Jun snorted and took off his powerful crossbow from his shoulder.

The woman certainly has not seen this kind of high-tech product, but only from the appearance, she guessed what it was, so she yelled, "don't kill him, catch him alive."

While shouting, she jumped to one side, she was not sure how clever the other side's shooting was, she didn't want to be hurt by mistake.

The middle-aged man was also distracted to observe Feng Jun. he was shocked when he saw that the other side had taken out a crossbow. He never dreamed that the other side's shining iron shelf hanging on his shoulder turned into a crossbow.

"Treasure," he said, a greedy look in his eyes.

Of course, he knew in his heart that even if he found the treasure, he had to have a life to enjoy it.

Seeing that the woman retreated, he turned around and ran without hesitation. He was still shouting, "boy, you wait. You dare to do something bad to Huang Fengling. You're dead!"

Feng Jun did not want to, pull the trigger, a short steel arrow shot out, directly nailed to the other side's left leg.

The middle-aged man used his body method to avoid the crossbow, but his judgment was wrong. He thought that the crossbow, which was only two feet long, would not be too powerful, so he didn't look back.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by an arrow.

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