The girl named Shui'er walked in front and led the two of them to a wooden house. Before they entered, they heard a heavy cough from inside.
Shui'er said: "The patriarch has been ill for some days and it is not convenient to talk too much, so I hope you will keep your story short. I will wait here."
"Thank you."
Yuan Futu nodded, pushed open the door and entered the wooden house with Xiaodouzi.
The wooden house was very dark, with only thin sunlight filtering through the gray window screens. You could smell the strong smell of medicine in your nose. There was a wooden table in front of the table, and there was still unfinished black medicine soup on the table.
Against the wall was a hardwood bed with a thick mattress. An old man in his sixties was lying on it. He was skinny, breathing heavily, covering his chest and coughing again.
Yuan Futu came closer, but he didn't say any polite words. Instead, he put his fingers on his wrist, but couldn't help but frowned, and said: "Is the patriarch injured?"
After coughing for a while, the old patriarch recovered, opened his cloudy and dim eyes, and said, "It's okay, who are you?"
"We are cultivators from the imperial court. We have an unkind request this time. I hope the old patriarch can be accommodating." Yuan Futu knew that it was not easy to move hundreds of families, so his attitude was quite sincere.
The old patriarch struggled to hold himself up, leaning on the yellowed wall, and said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Yuan Futu nodded and told the story about the relocation. As for the reason, he only explained that the area might be mined, but he did not directly mention the high-quality mineral veins.
The old patriarch snorted coldly, "You want us to move here? What a wishful thinking. Since you are practitioners in the royal court world and your skills are extraordinary, why do you need to ask for the consent of me, the patriarch?"
Xiaodouzi said: "Clan leader, don't get me wrong. Although we are practitioners, we are not unreasonable."
"It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. In my opinion, you are no different from those bastards from the Black Dragon Tribe. You bully the good and fear the evil. In short, I won't agree." The old patriarch coughed violently again as he spoke, his chest rising and falling.
, as if it would break open at any time, obviously it had been severely injured before.
Yuan Futu looked solemn and said: "Old patriarch, please think again. We will never affect the livelihood of the tribe. We will also rebuild the houses for you and provide you with generous supplies..."
"No need to say more. The little old man is not feeling well. You can go away without seeing me off." After the old patriarch finished speaking, he lay down again and turned sideways, unwilling to face the two of them.
Yuan Futu did not expect that the clan leader would be so resistant, but he did not want to give up easily, so he fell into silence.
At this moment, there was a noise outside the door. When the old patriarch heard it, he sat up suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "He...why are they here again?" He was about to get up when Xiaodouzi saw him.
Then he helped him out of bed.
At this moment, a young man with a scornful face was shouting arrogantly, and behind him stood three or four burly men. Their muscles were covered with tattoos and their energy and blood were strong. They were obviously doing exercises.
Physical attainments are not shallow.
When the dark-skinned young man saw the old patriarch, he hurried over and said, "Master Patriarch, they are here again."
The old clan leader nodded slightly and said: "Shi San, please let the clan members go home first, and I will handle the situation here."
Shi San nodded and left quickly.
The scornful young man looked at the pure and beautiful Shui'er in front of him and said with a smile: "Sister Shui'er, we haven't seen you for a few months and you are really getting more and more beautiful. I will come to propose marriage to you in a few days."
How about marrying her home?"
Shui'er's face flushed when she heard the filthy words in his mouth, and she said: "Who wants to marry a gangster like you? You even injured the clan leader earlier. It's really bad. Leave our tribe quickly."
The young man made a "cut" sound and said disdainfully: "Who made that old guy disobey? Your Qinghe tribe is in our territory and is under the jurisdiction of the Black Dragon tribe, so you should pay some taxes. Since he doesn't pay, he is asking for trouble."
Eat, this time I was ordered to collect it, I advise you to be more sensible."
"Shut up, you beast. Our tribe has lived here for nearly a thousand years. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has never paid any taxes. Why do you, the Black Dragon Tribe?" The old patriarch was shaking with anger and kept coughing.
The ruffian young man took two steps forward and sneered: "Just because we have tens of thousands of clan members, just because our tribe has ten martial saints and three innate martial saints."
A tribe with a population of tens of thousands is already quite large, not to mention there are so many body-refining masters in it. It is easy to deal with the small Qinghe tribe.
"The livelihood of our whole family depends entirely on those ten acres of farmland. I don't have any extra taxes to give to you. Get out of here!" The old patriarch was not afraid at all and refused to give in.
"No? That's fine. If you ask Shui'er to be my wife, you don't have to pay me this month!"
The old patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "Have your spring and autumn dream!"
A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the ruffian young man, and he kicked the old patriarch violently in the stomach. Although he was not an expert in physical training, the force was obviously too much for a frail old man.
The old patriarch suddenly fell to the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and kept coughing.
"You old man who is not afraid of death!" The ruffian young man quenched his saliva on the ground, then walked towards Shui'er, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are designated to be my wife in this life, and you can't escape. Let me hug you first."
." After saying that, he reached out to touch Shui'er's slightly bulging chest.
"don't want!"
Shui'er screamed in surprise.
At this moment, a little bald man in Tsing Yi appeared next to the ruffian young man like a ghost.
Slumped shoulders, slightly bumped.
When Xiaodouzi's body was pressed against the ruffian's body, a huge force burst out, and there were several cracking sounds, which seemed to be the sound of cracking bones.
Before the ruffian young man had time to notice the pain, he rolled over and fell more than ten feet away.
"Who is he? Looking for death!"
When the other three big men saw this, they rushed forward. They were all masters of physical training, and their fists and feet were so powerful that they could make a sound through the air.
However, no matter how powerful the body-refining master is, if he encounters a weak practitioner, his end will be disastrous.
Xiaodouzi didn't even use the "****** Phase". He moved slightly, stretched out his index finger, and touched their chests very quickly.
Click!
Three crisp sounds!
The chests of these three Martial Saint-level body-refining masters shattered in an instant, and they fell to the ground coughing. They were in the same condition as the old patriarch.