Although this man spoke Mandarin, his accent was so strong that it was difficult for Ding Li to understand him. If Jiang Yang hadn't told Ding Li that the wizard here was called Lao Si, Ding Li would have been a teacher in the school.
Maybe you still have to wonder when did the teacher become so awesome?
Ding Li didn't even blink: "Hey, I'm Lao Si! Why, it doesn't look like it?"
Everyone who heard Ding Li's words turned pale. Fortunately, this is not a place with very closed-minded folk customs. Otherwise, they might have beaten Ding Li after hearing this nonsense.
"Lao Si is our wizard, don't make fun of us!"
Ding Li poked his finger under the arm of the person holding him, and the person just felt his arm go numb and let go. Ding Li said, "I'm not kidding!" He took out a talisman from his arms and held it in his hand.
In a flash, the talisman was lit and stuffed directly into the mouth of the man lying on the ground.
The possessed man, who was foaming at the mouth, was stuffed with a half-burnt piece of talisman paper, and it was as if he was electrocuted. He stared at Ding Li fiercely.
Ding Li knew that he couldn't deal with this thing with a piece of talisman paper, so he was prepared for it. A thin needle appeared in his hand, inserted into the middle of the man's body, and shouted: "Who are you, a monster, you dare to go up to me?"
To the point of harming people?"
Ding Li, this is the serious Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, which is the approach of negotiating first and then going to war. It is called courtesy first and then fighting. You should first listen to what the approach is. If it were not for this place in western Hunan, you would not know the situation.
There were too many, and Ding Li simply destroyed these Mayang ghosts.
That Mayang ghost was quite powerful. The fine needle made a sound and was ejected from the flesh by a stream of yin energy.
"Eh." Only then did Ding Li realize that this evil middle-aged man only had one finger left. Who knows what accident happened to cause this?
People nearby saw that Ding Li seemed to have some ability, and some people said: "Brother, this is a Mayang ghost, your fingers, toes and eyebrows will fall off. Can you do it?"
What kind of Mayang ghosts are they different from the ghosts in Han Dynasty? Ding Li grunted, and Huang Yue also squeezed into the crowd: "Boy, are you okay? If not, I will do it. Ha, even the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate
It’s all been used!”
Ding Li rolled his eyes. No matter how different the ghosts are, the principles are the same. They are nothing more than yin and yang. Ding Li didn't bother to ask any more questions. He simply pulled out the dagger and thrust it into the middle-aged man's nose. He asked bluntly: "
Should you go by yourself, or should I send you away?"
The fierce light in the middle-aged man's eyes showed fear when he saw the dagger.
This dagger is a serious magical weapon. Ding Li has been practicing it for so long. It is full of spiritual energy and makes a buzzing sound when it is inserted into the ground.
Huang Yue was jealous. The last time he saw Ding Li using the copper coin sword, he didn't know that Ding Li had such a treasure. What a good guy, what a good guy!
Where did this brat get so many big things?
Ding Dingli's dagger buzzed, and all the people watching the excitement were mute, not daring to make a sound, and looking at the dagger in fear. Even under the sunlight during the day, a faint white light was visible.
Flashing.
The fierce light in the middle-aged man's eyes slowly faded, and his eyes became clearer. He shook his head and slowly asked: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?"
"Wow," the surrounding area was boiling like boiling water: "This young Lao Si has the ability to surrender to Mayang ghosts!"
"It's amazing, it's amazing. Even our boss here has to say nice things to Mayang Gui before he can be coaxed to leave!"
"Is this a Han? He doesn't look like the people from our mountains!"
There was a lot of noise and chatter all around. Ding Li was so proud that he wanted to bow down like a gangster...
At this time, Jiang Yang stood up and greeted everyone around. The dialect of Xiangxi is difficult to understand. Even if the people who looked at him just spoke Mandarin, Ding Li would have to listen and guess.
I don’t know what Jiang Yang said to those people, but Ding Li was dragged to the room to drink because he was so dizzy. Of course, Jiang Yang and the others were no exception, they were two tall foreigners.
These simple mountain people looked a little scared.
Ding Li originally thought that it was the evil middle-aged family who insisted on dragging them to drink, but it turned out that it was his uncle who had the highest status in the village and invited them to drink.
It's mid-afternoon, I don't know what to drink, everything is buzzing, and I can't understand what I'm saying. At any rate, I just spoke more slowly, and I could barely listen to the words, but now I just feel like my head is
They're all a bit bigger.
When a group of people arrived at Uncle Tian's house, Ding Li didn't realize it before he was handed a big buffalo horn filled with rice wine.
Ding Li felt a little confused when he looked at the buffalo horn in his hand. How much kilograms of horn wine was there? Ding Li looked at the people around him who were looking at him eagerly, as if they were waiting for Ding Li to drink.
Ding Liguan's temper also increased. He had heard Wan Zizi and the others say a lot about running around in rivers and lakes. Anyway, those who can drink are good men, and those who can't drink are weak. Especially in the rivers and lakes, it is important to make a living in the rivers and lakes.
To toast you but not drink is to look down on others, don't blame others for falling out. This is to toast to you and not to drink as a penalty! Although I don't know the rules in this mountain, I think it's similar.
Ding Li thought of this and took the horns generously. He felt a little regretful that he had known about this. He would prepare some hangover medicine first. Any man who travels around the world would be drunk to death if he didn't carry a few hangover medicines with him.
How many times? Wan Zizi told Ding Li these things.
Ding Li gritted his teeth. At first he was still thinking that the horn wine was luckily rice wine. Little did he know that the rice wine would feel as pungent as a knife and cut his throat as soon as he took it in. The alcohol content was over forty or fifty degrees at least!
But this is really because Ding Li underestimated the local rice wine. According to Jiang Yang later, the rice wine here can be directly ignited and has over 60 degrees?
Ding Li's drinking capacity is pretty good, but this is the first time he has experienced such a fatal drinking method. Halfway through the drink, everyone was already dizzy. He was such a shameless guy that he just drank up the entire bottle of wine.
At this time, Ding Li could only smile stupidly, looking at the people around him with their thumbs up, as if they were welcoming a hero happily... and then Ding Li didn't know!
When Ding Li woke up with a groan, he had a severe headache and his throat was so dry that it could grind a knife. Ding Li groaned with difficulty, which immediately alarmed a little girl lying in front of his bed.
The little girl seemed to be a local. She was fifteen or sixteen years old. She looked really beautiful. Her eyes were as clear as a mountain spring. She looked very much like the famous fairy sister in the future.