Chapter 742: Arrived in the Valley of the Wind

The woman's shrill shout was like an alarm to wake up, and it immediately attracted the attention of many people.
The Wang family grabbing rice had already knocked the boss's wife into a faint with the fastest speed, but it was still too late.
In an instant, many swordsmen appeared around the Midian, smiling slyly at the Wang family.
"Quickly, run with something!"
The leader greeted them, and the four of them ran away after carrying dozens of catties of rice.
They kicked a hole in the wooden house of Midian, and all four of them escaped from here.
"Chasing!" Those knives followed closely.
The people who came out of the Wang family this time were all masters who ran extremely fast, but they always carried a load on their bodies. The front was okay, but as time went by, their physical exertion was severe, and they were chased by people behind.
"No, if you can't run away like this, the three of you run separately, I'll go back first." The leader anxiously commanded.
"Understood." The other three people didn't doubt that he was there, and ran to different places.
The group of swordsmen behind watched the four soldiers divide their ideas, and shouted.
"Fuck! Chase separately, no one is allowed to run away."
The route that the leader chose to escape was the direction he came from, and when he was about to wrap up, he dodged three times, one long and two sections, which was a secret sign.
A gap appeared on the soil bag in an instant, and only the young man in the lead could see this gap, which was in a blind spot in the sight of those swordsmen.
Pretending to have fallen, the figure of the leading young man disappeared behind the soil bag. He quickly threw the rice on his body into the hole, winking, and instantly handed out two rice bags from the hole, and the young man picked up the two rice bags and spread his legs. He ran, and the gap in the soil bag was sealed again.
Those knives behind quickly chased after him.
The four had a plan. If they were found, they would divide the soldiers into four groups and then send the supplies back in sequence.
Everyone is like the previous young man. If one succeeds, he will be replaced by the other. In the end, all the rice they robbed was returned to the bag. The four reunited, and they could understand the meaning of each other in their eyes. The task has been completed.
"Okay, delay as much as possible."
Choosing a random direction, all four of them carried two rice bags and ran wildly.
"I can't run away." A young man looked ahead. I don't know when a group of swordsmen had already stood there. Now it can be said that there are wolves in front and tigers behind.
"Fight!" the leader young man shouted, "Death is also a backstop!"
"Kill these grandchildren!" The four tossed the rice bag casually, took out the short knife from their waist, and rushed towards the group of knives.
The leader of the swordsman put his arms around his chest, and smiled disdainfully when he saw the four people who rushed forward.
Withdrawing a knife, Hanmang flashed and pointed forward, "Kill them!"
"Kill!" A group of swordsmen also swarmed towards the Wang family.
These swordsmen are all descendants of the aristocratic family. Although they are not as inherited and complemented as the Wang family, they are numerous. Where the four of the Wang family are opponents, three of them were chopped down by the opponent at the moment of contact, and one was with limbs.
"Huh, dare you to come out and buy rice?" The leader of the swordsman sneered and opened the bag of rice with a knife. To his surprise, it was not rice, but full of sand.
"Fuck!" A slap was slapped on the face of the young man from the Wang family, and the leader of the swordsman knew that he had been tricked. "Say, where are your Wang family gangsters hiding!"
"Bah!" A spit of thick sputum was spit on the face of the leader of the swordsman, and the young man of the Wang family stared at him tightly, "If there is a kind, kill Laozi!"
Wiping off the thick phlegm on his face, the leader of the swordsman kicked the young man with a big foot, and the steel knife in his hand was directly cut on his wrist, and blood spurted out instantly.
The pain of the broken arm made Wang's youth shout out in pain, and his entire face began to become distorted.
"Say!" The leader of the swordsman stepped on the wound of his broken arm and smashed hard.
"I! Fuck! You! Great! Lord! Go home and ask your mother!" Wang's youth gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"Then you can go to death!" The leader of the swordsman lifted the knife and fell, and the young man of the Wang family fluttered his head. When he died, his face was still hideous.
Time passed bit by bit.
Under the dirt bag, the two disciples guarding the gate have been listening carefully to the movements above.
"It's been so long, they can't come back..."
...
In the evening, a man and two women walked into the Valley of the Wind. The scene inside surprised both Lin Fan and Wang Man. Lin Fan was okay. He didn't say anything in order to pretend that he was really a guard.
On the contrary, Wang Man looked interested, "Xiaoyi, why is the construction here the same as the filming of costume films?"
"Traditions left by the major families." Xiaoyi replied, "In order to protect the disciples of the ancient martial family from the temptation of external money, they were specially built in this way so that they can practice with great concentration."
"It turned out to be so."
Wang Man was thoughtful, as if he had suddenly reacted to something. She peeked at Lin Fan and saw that the latter was still calm. She patted her chest and winked at Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi also noticed her failure, and she closed her mouth.
In Wang Man's explanation to Lin Fan, Xiaoyi was the bodyguard she looked for from outside, but how could the bodyguard outside know about Fenggu?
These little movements of the two naturally fell in Lin Fan's eyes, but he did not expose them.
Since meeting last night, he felt something was wrong with Xiaoyi, and knew that her identity could not be as simple as Wang Man said, and it was even less likely that Xiaoyi was a member of the Wang family, because as long as it was a disciple of the Wang family. , Seeing Lin Fan will know his identity.
Following them like a second fool, the three of them found an inn to stay.
It's not only the architectural style and the ancient style, but even the people's speech is also literal. Normally, it is expressed in five to ten words in the dunya, and it is about two to three characters here.
For example, if you ask someone if you want to go to dinner together, it will become, reaching out in the direction of the restaurant, with only one word in his mouth, "Please."
The communication depends on guessing.
For this, Lin Fan and Wang Man, the newcomers, are not very used to it.
After casually ordering food and returning to their respective rooms, Lin Fan found that there was no signal from his communicator.
"How is it possible?" You know, "It's so simple?" The communicator has a special satellite hanging in the sky, and the world can talk. Unless he actively turns on the jammer, it is impossible to have no signal.
"what's the situation?"
Just as Lin Fan was playing around with the jammer, Wang Man opened the door and walked in.
"I'm resting, why don't you invite me?" Lin Fan said with closed eyes in a posture of sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed.
"I'm looking for you for something." With a smile on his face, Wang Man leaned over to Lin Fan, "You don't practice qigong, talk to me."
"You..."
"speak nicely."
"What's the matter with you?"