A village woman was instantly frightened, dropped a bamboo pole in her hand, and rolled and crawled away.
The others were just a little scared at first, but they were so frightened by her voice that they almost peed, and almost instinctively ran away.
However, at this time, the old man came back to his senses and shouted: "Don't panic! Hit him with a stone! Old dog, hurry up and get the dung bucket. No matter what kind of monster he is, a spoonful of golden soup can break the gong!"
As soon as these words came out, the military morale was somewhat calmed.
A group of people hurriedly bent down to find rocks, and threw them at Pang Xiaodong with fear, anger and venting.
"Oh, don't hit, don't hit!"
Pang Xiaodong was still dazed at first, but when he saw someone throwing something, he raised his hand to grab it reflexively, and actually caught the stone in his hand.
His movements are as light as picking things out of a bag.
The person who threw it didn't react, but the person who picked it up was stunned for a moment, but before he could figure out what happened, all kinds of messy things hit him like raindrops.
His hands were constantly flying, and his body was moving left and right. In an instant, seven or eight afterimages appeared on his arms, and he picked up all the rocks in the sky, without any of them slipping through the net.
During the whole process, Gao Ning sat calmly aside, watching with interest, without any intention of reaching out to help.
Even on a remote side road, there were not that many stones on the ground. After two rounds of throwing, there was nothing left to throw. Seeing that they could not do anything to the other party, coupled with the strange changes just now, a group of people suddenly felt fear and could not control their speed.
Back away slowly.
They were ready to escape.
The old man was forced into a corner at this time. He was the leader of this transaction. If it went wrong, it would be nothing more than not being able to get food. Losing prestige would be a big deal.
It's easy to turn around and run away now, but how will you deal with these idiots in the future?
Thinking of this, the old man became angry and jealous. He suddenly grabbed a dung fork, grabbed it with both hands, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Pang Xiaodong.
His speed was not very fast, but the distance between the two of them was not very far. In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed forward.
The sharp metal head of the dung fork was aimed at Pang Xiaodong's throat and stabbed hard.
Snapped!
He put a hand in front of him, a red palm the size of a dustpan, like a shield, holding the feces out.
Not to be outdone, the old man tried several times in succession, but every time Pang Xiaodong just moved his arms casually, blocking his attacks.
And during this process, Pang Xiaodong always looked confused, as if he had no idea what he was doing.
At this time, the old dog that ran away early rushed back carrying a small dung bucket.
"Jin Zhi'er is here, Jin Zhi'er is here!"
The villagers were overjoyed and felt refreshed and suddenly had hope.
Gao Ning frowned and flicked his fingers.
The old dog felt an inexplicable pain on his calf, and a blood splatter suddenly appeared.
The old dog staggered and fell to the ground on the spot. The dung bucket hit the ground and broke into pieces. The golden juice spread all over the floor.
At this time, the villagers were dumbfounded.
At this time, the old man also knew that the situation was not good. These two guys were pretending to be pigs and eating tigers. They were invincible, so they could only retreat first.
At that moment, he took a step back and shouted loudly: "If the idea hurts, retreat!"
A group of people turned around and immediately dispersed.
Gao Ning ignored them and allowed these guys to run into the night howling like frightened ducks and disappear.
There was only one teenage boy standing there, trembling with fear, but stubbornly refusing to run away.
The old dog was rolling on the floor in pain, his clothes were stained with gold juice, and his whole body exuded a foul odor.
But he couldn't care less now. The severe pain on his face made him unable to say a word except shouting about pain.
Only then did Pang Xiaodong come back to his senses.
Subconsciously, he took a step back and looked at his body in surprise.
"I...I...what's wrong with me?"
"The Thirteen Taibao are practicing the golden bell!"
Gao Ning sat on the bullock cart, crossed his arms across his chest, and said with a smile: "Have you forgotten? It's the same style as Obai, the one that can shrink the yang into the abdomen after training to the top?"
Pang Xiaodong's jaw dropped.
"No, brother, are you kidding me now? Let's see if the atmosphere is good?"
"Are you sure you want me to say it here?" Gao Ning spread his palms: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, this is related to whether your dream can be realized!!
Pang Xiaodong immediately calmed down and looked at the old dog howling miserably on the ground, and then at the little boy standing next to him, gritting his teeth but not moving.
Suddenly his interest waned, "Forget it, let's talk about it after we enter the city!"
Gao Ning is naturally indispensable.
He pulled the reins of the old cow over, reached out and patted his butt, and the old cow docilely pulled the cart forward.
"Don't even think about entering the city today. The city gate has been closed. Let's talk about it tomorrow! Forget about the current talk about the city gate. If I had known, I should have found two little donkeys in the afternoon. In this case, maybe we would be at the Yuelai Inn in the evening
Stay!"
Pang Xiaodong was stunned: "Is there also a Yuelai Inn here?"
"There must be one!" Gao Ning vowed: "Don't underestimate this inn. This is a chain store in the world, mainly in the world of martial arts. There are nine out of ten branches of it!"
"real or fake?"
Pang Xiaodong was dubious.
Gao Ning didn't bother to tell him more. He actually tested it and didn't even know the story. He was obviously not a novelist. Bad review!
Pang Xiaodong originally wanted to take the bus, but after looking at his current body shape, he decisively gave up.
He followed the bullock cart and watched Gao Ning skillfully direct the old bull, bypassing the old dog rolling in front, and continue walking forward. He couldn't help but said: "Lu Ren, are you going in the wrong direction? Let's...
…”
"You're right! Not far ahead is Kushui Village. There are many empty houses there. If we look around, we should be able to find a place to stay!"
"Ah? You know this too?"
Pang Xiaodong was greatly shocked.
"After all, I am a dream come truer, so I have more information in hand!"
Gao Ning rambled casually: "After all, from the moment we came in, this place was no longer just a movie, but a complete world. There are so many details that need to be filled in. The reason why I have such a
A lot of information, I bought it from some old people at a huge price, but I didn’t expect to use it so quickly!”
Pang Xiaodong was inexplicably moved: "It's really hard work!"
"You're welcome, you should!"
The two chatted and watched as they gradually walked away.
Only then did Pang Xiaodong think that there were two people behind him. The one who fell down screamed so miserably that he might have been injured. How about leaving them here?
I couldn't help but turn my head and take a look, only to find that the child was following closely.
He turned around and said, "Stop following us and go where you need to!"
The child still stood there, staring at the oxcart that was gradually moving away, motionless.
