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Nanman, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, stands in the spiritual land of the south of the Yangtze River. Looking up at the dark sky, the wind and smoke are all clean, as clear as a clear water. In the long years, the beauty of Jiangnan Water Town, the tranquility of Jiangnan ancient town, the depth of Jiangnan rain lane, and the charm of Jiangnan literary heroes flow.

Small bridges, flowing water and other people flow in the south of the Yangtze River. They can't tell the true from the false. The flowing water moistens the hearts of many literary heroes.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Jiangnan is not peaceful, but there are martial arts. Gu Man'er tells Lu Beiyou that here, force is all the symbols of Nanman. As long as your force is strong enough, you can be king.

Lu Beiyou thought to himself, how casual is this king? Is he a king by brute force.

It was late at night, and there was no inn around them. They were far away from the town. They were very tired when they were on their way. It happened that there was a fire nearby. They rushed to see a small village.

It's late at night, but there are still several families in the village, which makes them not happy. When they approach, they find something wrong.

It's true that the village is surrounded by weeds. Even the houses are dilapidated. It looks so fragile that it seems that the wind can lift up the roof. Although it's late at night, there's no sound. It doesn't look like a place where people live for a long time.

They have been standing at the entrance of the village for a long time and observed that many houses are very dilapidated. I'm afraid it's not a trap.

Both of them looked at each other and saw the vigilance from each other's eyes. But now that they have all stepped here, there is no reason to retreat. Besides, their original task is more dangerous than that of this village.

They found the nearest house with a light on. The door was open. It was quiet inside. It looked like the mouth of a beast. It was wide open, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

Gu Man'er stood in front of the door and said hello politely. There was no response. They were no longer polite and went into the room with vigilance.

The house is in a mess. Even the corner of the wall has fallen a lot of soil. It looks more like a dangerous building. Lu Beiyou still thinks that they won't be so unlucky. Once they enter the house, the house collapses.

Approaching the hall, I saw a white haired old man sitting on a stool, holding a set of dark old clothes in his hand, looking at it with turbid eyes, full of deep feelings.

"Old man, old man." Lu Beiyou's vigilance was weakened when he saw that he was a declining old man. He stepped forward and gently pushed the old man's arm.

The old man thought that he was disturbed. As soon as he recovered from his memory, he saw two strange men and women break into his house.

The old man was stunned. His eyes blinked, as if they were confused.

Lu Beiyou's eyes to him blinked. His eyes were silent.

And then

"Ah, bandits, Lao Wang, Lao song, help..."

It seems that the old man finally reacts. He suddenly yells, and his hands and feet are much more flexible. Although he is very old, his voice is still very loud. Originally, only a few families could not sleep and their lights were on. Now when he heard his call, all the people at home turned on their lights and rushed to see what was going on.

Lu Beiyou was startled by his loud voice. Before he could explain anything, the frightened old man held his clothes tightly in his hands and looked at them in panic. He even nagged: "we old men don't have money. You've come to the wrong place."

After a while, Lu Beiyou and his wife were surrounded by a group of white haired old people. It was Gu Man'er who came out to explain clearly. The old man put down his hoe and other farm tools. Unexpectedly, a woman came out with a kitchen knife and stood beside Lu Beiyou. He could feel the sharpness and coldness of the dish when he was too close. This is really a group of treasure knives Old man, an old man with strong fighting power.

Gu Man'er grew up in Nanman. His strong native accent relaxed the old people who were nervous.

At this time, the village head stood up and let everyone go. The frightened old man was also relieved and looked at Lu Beiyou deeply. His eyes were very strange. Before Lu Beiyou had time to explore deeply, the crowd had dispersed.

It's really in a hurry to come and go, but at a glance, people get together, and in the blink of an eye, later generations disperse. They also followed the village head to his home.

Lu Beiyou is wondering why there are only old people and no young men in this village. He just wants to ask questions, but his intuition tells him that now is not the time to ask questions.

He sat quietly, listening to the conversation between Gu Man'er and the village head.

The village head is one of these white haired old people with dark and bright hair, but he is not young. Lu Beiyou guesses that he can be the village head probably because he is the youngest one.

The village head, surnamed Zhang, is a local farmer. When he learned that Gu Man'er had come all night, in order to show his local welcome, he asked an old woman with a kitchen knife to go to the kitchen and get food.

The old woman murmured in a low voice: "we don't have much food, and we have to give it to outsiders. Isn't this to catch us up with a dead end?" That's what I said, but I went to the kitchen.Although the old woman's voice was very small, Lu Beiyou's ears were sharp. When he heard her clearly, his face remained unchanged and his doubts deepened. However, he could feel that the villagers were not malicious.

Village head Zhang's house is the biggest in the village, and there are many rooms. After arranging the rooms for them, the old woman has finished the meal, but it's just a few sweet potatoes and potatoes.

Seeing Lu Beiyou's surprise, village head Zhang was embarrassed for a moment and quickly explained: "this year's weather is not good, and our farm income is not very optimistic. I hope the guests don't give up."

Lu Beiyou waved his hand and said, "village head Zhang is very kind. You are very grateful for taking us in. Why do you want to give up?" Then he sat down and picked up the potatoes. The sincerity in his eyes surprised Gu Man'er.

Village head Zhang was so polite that he felt a lot better. Looking at the crops on the table and the old woman's reluctance, he had to sigh.

They didn't eat much either. Gu Man'er was not used to it, but she politely finished a potato. She was afraid that the old man thought she was disgusted, so she went back to her room. They still had some dry food.

Lu Beiyou, on the other hand, had a big appetite and ate several sweet potatoes. If it wasn't for the old woman's strong desire to give up, he thought he could eat more. The old woman's eyes are too obvious. Lu Beiyou can feel her eyes stabbing his flesh and blood like a knife without looking back. When he reaches for another potato, his heart can be transmitted through his eyes.

Lu Beiyou had no choice but to stop and look at his leftover sweet potato peels. Suddenly, he remembered that the old woman had told him that they didn't have much food before dinner. He was even more embarrassed.