Jingling Bell The telephone rang. Lu Zhi looked at it and drew the connect button.

"Hello, is it real Qingzhi? Can you hear my voice?"

"It's clear that you are the leader in his mouth. What can I do for you?"

"Ha, the sect leader or something is just what those guys call at will... The boy's name is Ma Xianhong, the village head of biyou village."

"We didn't have any malice when we found Qingzhi real person this time. On the contrary, the boy came with sincerity and expected to have the honor to invite the real person to visit our biyou village and have a look."

"- I don't know. You think we have picturesque villages and beautiful rivers, and we are in harmony with each other. We are willing to stay and become our partners."

"Oh?" Lu Zhi said with a smile, "biyou village, sect leader, concept, partner? How do you feel that these words are combined, which seems to have a sense of both evil cult and MLM?"

"I'm really not young, but I won't be fooled by you in a few words. After all, the public service advertisement 'beware of the temptation of high profits and beware of MLM traps' is broadcast on TV every day."

“.....” Ma Xianhong on the other end of the phone also looked embarrassed.

He has already told his people many times. Don't call him the leader of the cult all day outside, and don't act like a MLM person who catches people to preach. As a result, those guys just don't listen.

Now, I've been teased and teased by people.

"Cough... Immortal Qingzhi, you are joking. We biyou village are a group of like-minded companions who come together and work hard for the same goal..."

"Don't you think it's more like a strange sect or MLM organization?"

Ma Xianhong: "..." It seems so.

Lu Zhi said, "well, no kidding. Let's talk about it. What conditions and words are you going to use to move me to your biyou village?"

After Ma Xianhong was silent for a few seconds, he said helplessly, "to be honest, boy, I really can't think of any conditions to impress you."

"After all, an elder like you has already reached the point of following your heart. How can you change your decision because of other people's conditions and words."

"So I can only try my best to express our sincerity to you..."

"The real person should be very upset these days. After all, he has to face the intrusion of those unknown generations all day. Even if the real person is not afraid, he should already be a little upset."

"So why don't you come to our biyou village to stay for a few days? We dare not say to protect the real person, but at least we can stop those tireless flies for the real person and let the Taoist priest clean for a few days."

Lu Zhi looked a little moved. After listening to Ma Xianhong, he really thought about it.

As he said, Lu Zhi has been harassed by several groups of different alien forces in recent days. He is very annoyed.

And it can be predicted that the news that he is in Tianjin has spread all over the alien world. It is estimated that more annoying guys will come later.

So it seems good to take advantage of the opportunity to hide in biyou village of Ma Xianhong for a few days.

In addition, Lu Zhi is also very interested in the village head Ma and the Qu Tong behind him.

Especially Qu Tong, what kind of secret is hidden in that mysterious woman. Even Lu Zhi doesn't know. Now that the other party has found the door, Lu Zhi doesn't mind taking the opportunity to investigate.

"When you say so, I have some interest.. OK, I'll go to your biyou village to have a look."

"It's great that Qingzhi real person can promise... Please give the mobile phone to the person in front of you, and I'll tell him to bring the real person back."

...........

Five days later, in a deep mountain in Guizhou.

"Immortal Qingzhi, look, the building complex at the foot of the mountain is where our biyou village is located."

Lu Zhi nodded. Standing on the top of the mountain, he could clearly see the people and buildings in the village below.

They went down the mountain and soon reached the foot of the mountain. Ma Xianhong and others from biyou village had come to the foot of the mountain to meet them early.

"Hello, immortal Qingzhi. Welcome to our biyou village."

Lu Zhi took a look at the man who made a noise. He saw that he was wearing a medium long hair, a white robe, beads, necklaces and many other magic tools. At a glance, it was impressive.

This person is naturally the head of biyou village, Ma Xianhong.

Lu Zhi takes another look at the people who follow Ma Xianhong. They are also full of energy. Obviously, they are not ordinary people.

He smiled and said, "thank you for inviting me. I'm so polite. I'm here to salute you."

"Ha ha... Immortal Qingzhi is an elder. We should welcome him."

"Real person, please!"

After a few polite greetings, Ma Xianhong raised his hand and invited Lu Zhi to go to the village. Lu Zhi nodded and returned with the people.

Looking at the scene in the village all the way, Lu Zhi was surprised. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this magnificent biyou village seemed to have just been built.

However, in this deep mountain, there are no building materials, no suitable construction tools and manpower. It is conceivable that it is difficult to build such a large village in a short time.

After seeing the numerous humanoid puppets who appeared in the village from time to time, holding all kinds of wood or stone materials, walking back and forth in the village to repair houses and buildings, Lu Zhicai reflected how the village was built and recalled some information about Ma Xianhong in the original book.

Ma Xianhong is also one of the eight magic skills. He is the successor of all kinds of magic tricks. He has the ability of far more than ordinary tool refiners. He can not only easily mass produce many magic tools in a short time, but also have the ability to make puppets.

"Is the real person curious about these 'flowers'?"

Seeing Lu Zhi staring at the puppets, Ma Xianhong asked aloud.

Lu Zhi nodded: "the sophistication of these puppets is very rare. Even the poor Tao is the first time to see them."

When Ma Xianhong heard Lu Zhi's praise, he just smiled and said proudly, "it's just some mass-produced ordinary dolls. It's not worth such praise."

He is not bragging. For him, these ordinary puppets like flowers are just mass-produced goods that can be made as much as he wants as long as there are enough materials.

Lu Zhi took a look at him and said, "village head Ma has extraordinary means. I'm afraid even those masters of Wuhou sect or Luban sect will feel ashamed to see such exquisite and meticulous puppets. In village head Ma, they can produce in mass at will."

"If what I expected is good, village head Ma, you... Should be one of the eight magic skills and the inheritor of all kinds of magic tricks?"

Ma Xianhong said with a smile: "the immortal has good eyesight! Yes, I am the successor of the divine machine!"

He admitted it directly. He didn't seem to worry that Lu Zhi would become greedy because of the eight wonders.

Lu Zhi was also a little curious: "village head Ma, you admit it so happily. Don't you worry about my bad thoughts?"

Although this is biyou village and Ma Xianhong's base camp, if Lu Zhi is really greedy and wants to seize the magic machine, Ma Xianhong has no ability to resist.

"Can the elder?"

Lu Zhi glanced at him and smiled without saying anything.

Ma Xianhong also smiled: "although it's still the first time for me to meet with my predecessors, I know how much I am. Otherwise, I won't specially invite my predecessors to visit biyou village, will I?"

"And..." Ma Xianhong looked at Lu Zhi and said seriously, "if the elder is really interested in the boy's magic tricks, the boy will tell the elder about this unique skill."

Lu Zhi picked his eyebrows, and he could feel it. Ma Xianhong was serious. If Lu Zhi spoke, he would really dedicate his divine machine to himself.

"I'm more and more curious now. What kind of person are you..."

Although only a short contact, Lu Zhi has felt a strong personality charm from Ma Xianhong. Such a person It's more and more like the leader of a pyramid selling cult.