In fact, there are a few villagers around Mo Li, and everyone came from the village chief’s house.

In a panic, Zhang Dezi just wanted to get out as soon as possible. He didn't even look at it. He pointed and said, "Someone in his family had been an official in the Chu Dynasty. Later, he fled to our small place. My father said before, "I brought several big boxes at that time!"

The old Confucian scholar's eyes swept over Mo Li, thinking that this son is indeed not an ordinary person.

The poor rural households cannot raise such people.

The villagers beside him were shocked and angry, and couldn't help but say, "Zhang Dezi, what are you talking about?"

"This little boy just arrived in our village yesterday. What did his ancestors do? How do you know?"

Zhang Dezi was stunned. Then he realized that the person he was referring to was Mo Li.

The old village chief came over panting, and was supported by his son, and his beard shook with anger. Other villagers did not react, but he knew what he had been an official in the Chu Dynasty. Isn’t this his own business?

"Zhang Dezi, you are so confused!"

The old village chief was heartbroken, and he vaguely felt that the old Confucian scholar who captured Zhang Dezi was very strange.

They are in a small village, and even the officials who collect taxes cannot afford to offend them. They have to handle some labor service every year and stuff some money to get the villagers back in a hurry. Instead of being broken by their arms and legs, or being thin and getting sick, they are gone.

"...What are you talking nonsense?" The village chief looked at the old scholar uneasy.

He didn't dare to see it too clearly, and he hoped that this person would not have any big background.

The old Confucian scholar still focused on Mo Li.

Among a group of villagers, Mo Li can be said to be out of place and extremely calm.

When Mo Li heard the word "golden silk", she must have heard the words last night by Zhang Dezi, and Zhang Dezi thought it was something from the village chief's house by chance.

Mo Li's expression remained unchanged, but she felt a little regretful.

If he had kept the golden silk armor tighter and cared about this thing, he would not have had this accident today.

Now, we must figure out what Zhang Dezi is talking nonsense outside, how many people have heard it, and what is the origin of this old Confucian scholar? Is it also for the golden silk armor?

Mo Li was thinking while paying attention to the surroundings from the corner of his eyes, looking for gerbils.

——No on the ground, nor in the corners of the walls.

In addition to the villagers who went out to the market, there were also women and children with mobility difficulties. Almost all the remaining people in the village came. With such a big disturbance, it was impossible for Meng Qi to not see the situation here. Was he stuck with something?

Mo Li has no experience in the world. Although his expression is nothing, he can't hide his behavior from secretly paying attention to his surroundings.

The old scholar squinted his eyes and smiled, obviously thinking that Mo Li was guilty and wanted to escape. The so-called calmness was just forcibly pretending. No matter whose juniors were this, how could they know what to do here? Since they were afraid, it means they didn’t have much ability.

Mo Li had no idea that the other party had thought so much, and he was worried about the gerbil.

Master Meng has higher martial arts skills than him, so he has nothing to worry about, but the gerbils are different.

What if the gerbil suddenly cannot turn back into human form? What if Meng Qi's condition is re-exercise and faints on the spot?

The more Mo Li thought about it, the more he felt that his previous practice of letting the gerbil go out to find out the news was inappropriate. When he was upset, he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking on a wall next to him.

“…”

The round and chubby gerbil walked slowly along the earth wall and walked over again, and then again.

Not only Mo Li saw him, but others also noticed it, including the unknown old Confucian scholar.

Because this fat mouse is so arrogant, how can there be such a brave rat? It's still so fat! Could it be raised in a rice jar?

A villager instinctively picked up a bamboo pole and was about to beat it. The fat mouse jumped to a tree beside the wall and hid in the leaves. He could not see it at all. The villagers were shocked and thought, the mouse was so fat that it seemed that it could not even walk on the road, why did it suddenly become sensitive and unable to beat it?

Yes, in order not to let Mo Li worry, Meng Qi appeared on purpose. He thought he was walking calmly and elegantly, but in the eyes of the villagers, he was eating too fat and unable to run.

"Whose rice jar was robbed? I saw a big rat!"

“…No, it’s not big, it’s very fat!”

"No, I want to go home and have a look!"

The villagers were nervous and almost forgot about Zhang Dezi.

"Stop it!"

The old Confucian scholar roared, and his internal strength was poured into his voice. The ordinary people could not bear it. They only felt that their heads seemed to be hit by someone, their ears were buzzing, and the sky was spinning. Several people with weak constitutions fell to the ground.

Mo Li instinctively fought with internal strength, so the villagers around him and behind him were fine.

When the old village chief saw the tilted villagers, he was shocked and knew that he had met a "expert", which is the kind of gangsters who often talk about, who could demolish restaurants and kick over stalls on the streets if they had a disagreement.

How can I afford to offend this?

The old village chief quickly held down his son and said in panic: "This...this person..."

Because I can't call him a hero, or a hero, the village chief could only ask, "Is this the Lord here to find something? Our village is small and poor, and there is really nothing."

"nonsense!"

Zhang Dezi suddenly jumped up, pointed at the village chief and whispered loudly, "I heard it very clearly last night! Dear fellow villagers, do you know why the thief came here just for his treasure! It's golden silk... Anyway, it's golden, very valuable! I think this guy who came to our village yesterday was also for this!"

The villagers were very shocked. It was not because the village chief had a baby, but how did Zhang Dezi know about this, and how did the thief know about it? Xiaolang, who came yesterday, was easy to talk to, and he didn't look like a bad person!

Mo Li didn't say anything, and he didn't even look at Zhang Dezi more.

The old Confucian scholar touched his beard and said contemptuously: "Junior, who are you?"

"Isn't it rude to ask people instead of telling you, but instead asked them?" Mo Li waved his hand at the village chief and signaled them to leave quickly.

"Hmph!" The old Confucian scholar snorted heavily and said arrogantly, "I think who dares to leave?"

Mo Li knew that this man was coming for the golden silk armor. Even if he solved this, there was one in the ancestral hall. And he didn't know what Zhang Dezi was talking nonsense outside, so he decided to take over the matter.

After all, he brought the golden silk armor here and was accidentally seen by the thief.

Mo Li looked up at the gerbil hiding tree canopy, and then said coldly: "The wise man doesn't say secret words, I'm afraid you're here for the golden silk armor!"

The old scholar's eyes lit up, and he showed a look that was indeed like this.

"Junior, because you are also interested and have chased you here, as long as you hand over the golden silk armor, I will let you go." The old Confucian scholar kicked Zhang Dezi away, who was still trying to say something, and the latter fell out and didn't get up for a long time.

Zhang Dezi's wife was called out. She was wearing tattered clothes. Seeing this scene, she hurried over to help Zhang Dezi.

"Does, what's wrong with you? Why are you dressing up like this?"

The woman shed tears and said nothing. Zhang Dezi vomited two mouthfuls of blood and fainted.

She shouted in panic, but none of the villagers came to help, and they were busy saving the person who had just been shocked by the sound.

But the village chief's son went over to ask, and the woman cried and told Zhang Dezi that he was gambled.

"Yes, this guy lost all of his money in the gambling house, and shouted that he immediately found a treasure to pawn the goods and came back to make a comeback. If others didn't believe it, he swears about the thief in your village and a golden silk treasure. He also pawned a small golden toad half a year ago, as if he was dug out of the soil." The old Confucian scholar smiled maliciously, as if he wanted to see the villagers' reactions.

As a result, he did not wait to accuse each other, nor saw the fight and scolding, only the villagers' incredible eyes.

Although the villagers don’t know what the village chief has, and they don’t know what the golden silk armor is, they are not stupid. Zhang Dezi’s nonsense outside will cause much trouble to the village.

Because Zhang Dezi pretends very well on weekdays, everyone in the village is very close to each other, and no one would have thought that Zhang Dezi was such a person.

Mo Li wanted to lead the man away, so she said, "There is no golden silk armor in this village, and no one knows this thing. In fact..."

The old Confucian scholar unfolded his figure, turned into an eagle hook, and grabbed it suddenly.

Mo Li easily avoided it. The old Confucian scholar was a little surprised, but he still sneered: "Your junior is good at ease. Unfortunately, your words are useless to me. The golden toad that gamblers pawned is a Feng Shui object of the Feng Shui of the Cangfeng Temple, and the golden silk armor cannot be separated from them!"

"The golden silk armor is in my hand. If you want to take it away, just come!" Mo Li said decisively.

Instead of making people guess the whereabouts of the Golden Wire Armor, it is better to implement a person who gets the treasure and completely save the village from trouble.

The old Confucian scholar showed murderous intent and said in a strange voice: "Okay! It's saving me from the trouble!"

At this time, Zhang Dezi was woken up by his wife, and he screamed.

"Murder! Kill! So much blood!"

When he saw the old Confucian scholar, he was so scared that he retreated desperately. After coming back to his senses, he cried to the villagers: "He, he killed everyone in the gambling house! There are people in the pawnshop! I don't want to do it either, run away!"

Everyone was uproared. Zhang Dezi pulled the woman and ran away. During this period, he tripped several times and fell to his head and blood.

The old scholar raised his hand and palmed it, and Mo Li stopped him directly, and the two of them instantly passed about ten moves.

The opponent's moves are cruel and vicious, and the black carp seal moves are not leaked, and even a little eased.

The old Confucian scholar was very surprised and forced his hands even more tightly.

"The Lord intends to kill all the people here just to avoid others knowing that you have got the golden silk armor?"

Mo Li felt angry. He saw that the old Confucian scholar's martial arts were all evil ways, and the palm wind was even more fishy. He was afraid that he had no intention of leaving a living for the village at all.

"Recently, people from the martial arts world rushed to the Li Emperor's Mausoleum. Are you killing people so randomly? Should you silence or attract others' attention? It's so stupid and evil! "

Mo Li's anger only brought laughter from the old Confucian scholar.

"Junior, if you burn something like a corpse, who can still see who left the fatal wound? Will anyone know why they died? Since you hit me today, you will blame you for being unlucky and having a short life and a short blessing!"

As he said that, he was no longer reserved, his power was like a tiger and his moves were fast.

Each move is fatal, very tricky and cruel.

The old Confucian scholar had very high martial arts skills, and he had practiced internal strength for at least a long time. During the dodging of Mo Li, he suddenly broke two trunks.

The tree fell, but the gerbil disappeared.
To be continued...