The word "gold" appears twice,

Presumably things are not that simple.

Jingqian sat on the futon he had been sitting on that day, holding his cheek and thinking:

The same word "gold" appears on the flag for the first time and appears on the wall of the City God's Temple for the second time. What does it imply?

"Jinggan, why are you so dazed?"

"Oh, I didn't find the writing on this wall when I came here before."

"You mean the word 'gold'?"

Jingqian turned around and replied with firm eyes.

The scholar fell into deep thought,

Positive yellow flag, eight prisms, and the word "gold".

All the references are inseparable from the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty.

It is understood that Zhenghuang Banner has a very high reputation, and the eight-sided bronze mirror can only be found in the imperial palace.

If the scholar realized something, he said: "Jingqian, did that Taoist priest ever tell you what relationship he has with the Qing Dynasty?"

"That's not true. Judging from his skills, he seems to be a very ordinary person."

The scholar asked: "Then what is strange about him?"

"It's his arm!" Jinggan said as he recalled, "Yes! His arm was originally said to be injured by Lao Kan'er during the fight in Xuejiazhuang and was disabled!"

The scholar bit his lip and murmured, as if he remembered something: "Is his broken arm still connected to the veins?"

"You...how did you know? Yes, when I saw it, his upper arm and lower arm were still connected!" Jingqian was shocked when he saw the scholar reveal his truth.

"The long-standing method of shrinking bones!"

As early as the Ming Dynasty, the Spanish fleet expanded and negotiated with the Ming army. Later, due to the Ming Dynasty's strong ships and powerful artillery, it gave up its ambition to cross the ocean.

Until the Qing Dynasty, the Spaniards gradually opened a very small trade with the Qing court. On the way, Spanish martial arts experts called tributes crossed the ocean and presented the Qing court with their exquisite local martial arts and contortion techniques.

The Qing Dynasty did not bother to learn his skills because of his small country's strange skills. Later, he was favored by the Chaha family. After many requests, he created a bone shrinking method with his gentle and strong internal strength.

"Is it the Bone Shrinking Kung Fu, which was rumored to be an exquisite technique at that time but no one knew about it?" Ma Jun patted his thigh and sat up.

"Exactly! Jin, the surname used by the Chaha family to integrate into the exchanges with the Central Plains!"

Jingqian lowered his head and said to himself: "That's not right. That sounds like what he said."

"He told you half truths and half lies. The better people in this world are at fabricating such lies, the more immeasurable their thoughts are."

The scholar continued: "For most of the year, there is no one in the Chenghuang Temple. Is it possible that no one from the village at the foot of the mountain comes up the mountain?"

"Look at the collapse of the back wall, you can see from the inside out. Does anyone dare to come up?"

"Impossible, I doubt something happened here. The person who sang when we went up the mountain just now was abnormal!"

The three of them left the Chenghuang Temple,

Go around the path and walk from behind the mountain.

From a distance, the village looks like neatly arranged bricks.

The three of them had never seen such a building before and walked quickly to the front of the village.

When the people in the village saw the three of them, they seemed to have seen a ghost. They dropped what they were doing and ran away.

"Let's go, find someone to ask." Ma Jun strode in with a sword on his back.

The scholar just raised his hand to stop him, but Ma Jun had already entered.

In desperation, Xiu Cai and Jing Qian both removed the knives from their backs before following him.

Passing by three or four houses, there was not a single soul in sight, and I had no idea what these villagers were afraid of.

When the three of them were feeling worried, they saw an old woman sitting under the eaves of the house in front of them.

"Auntie, don't be afraid, what kind of village is this?",

Walking under the eaves, Jinggan asked.

But the lady looked horrified, twisted her body back and covered her eyes with her hands: "Don't kill me! I can't see anything!"

"Auntie, we won't kill you. We are hunting on the mountain." Xiucai stood in front of the old man, saluted, and continued to ask: "Auntie, what exactly happened here?"

The old man still didn't dare to look back: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything!"

The three of them were puzzled and looked at each other.

After a while, Ma Jun felt eyes staring at them from behind.

As soon as I turned around, seventeen or eight young men with hoes and shovels in their hands sneaked around from behind.

Ma Jun was angry for a moment, grabbed the old man, and shouted loudly: "I thought you were good people, but it turns out you are doing murder, deceiving us, and then instructing them to attack!"

In desperation, the old man knelt down on his knees, crying and begging for mercy: "Master, please let us go!"

The three of them were stunned by the scene in front of them. Ma Jun shouted: "What tricks are you still playing?"

At this time, someone in the crowd raised a hoe and shouted: "Don't believe it, I just saw them on the mountain, they came from the other side of the river!"

Ma Jun's reckless behavior made the old man fearful, while the villagers seemed even more distrustful of the three of them.

The scholar angrily stepped forward, pulled Ma Jun away, and helped the old man up from the ground.

The old man stopped crying, looked at Xiucai and Jingqian, and slowly walked out from under the eaves.

He said to the villagers: "Everyone, please put down what you are holding. If they really came to kill people, they would have attacked us long ago. We have made a mistake."

One of the villagers shouted loudly: "You never know that the person I saw that day was wearing such clothes."

At this moment, all the villagers began to waver,

After whispering and discussing, a middle-aged man in the leader said: "Then who are you? Why are you wearing that layer of skin!"

"Say! Speak quickly!"

The villagers were still wary of the three of them.

"Fellow folks! Please listen to me. The three of us are from the Luosang tribe, and we will not harm you!" The scholar had no choice but to inform the villagers of his identity.

"What? People from the Luosang tribe!"

Upon hearing that the scholar said he was from the Luosang tribe, the villagers became even more hateful and fearful.

Some people who had put down their farm tools picked up the hoes on the ground.

Xiucai was even more confused. Not only Xiucai but also Jingqian didn't react for a long time.

The three of them looked at each other and thought: In the past three years, the tribe has never carried out large-scale activities in any field. Why are the villagers so afraid of the Luosang tribe when they mention it?

"Everyone, please listen to me. I am Zhang Keming, the captain of the Luosang tribe. Our Luosang tribe never massacres people. You have misunderstood!" the scholar explained.

Seeing the large number of people, the leader straightened up and sneered: "Misunderstanding? Is it possible that so many people will misunderstand? Ask the lady next to you how her three sons died!"

The three of them couldn't argue. Jinggan bowed to the old man and asked: "Old man, this decision is crucial. You can't tell lies. We will give you justice!"

Before the words were spoken, the old man buried his head and burst into tears.

Then he looked at Jingqian and said: "My little son, my little son is as old as you, he..."

The old man cried again, touching Jinggan's cheek with trembling hands,

The villagers outside were panicked and wanted to dissuade him, but they did not dare to step forward.

The old man continued: "My child, he was caught by Luosang's people in collusion with the warlords, taken to the river and stoned to death."

The old man took out a burnt bone from his arms and said: "This is my little grandson, my little grandson, he is gone!"

As he spoke, the old man slumped down and sat on the ground.

Jinggan hurriedly helped him up and handed over a handkerchief: "Madam, don't be excited. What's wrong with your little grandson?"

"That day, when I came out of Liang Dunzi's house on the village, I saw the fire everywhere and the sound of crying. I hurriedly walked around from the dry well to my house. From the outside, I saw that the house was in a mess. I stepped on the rocks and turned over After passing the window, I saw, I saw..."

"What did you see?"

"My grandson is only four years old, and when I took it out of the pot, there was only meat and bones left!"
Chapter completed!