Knowing that Uncle Fang might be Fei Zheng's hiding place, he should have been happy, but Uncle Jiu's unibrow frowned even more.
No wonder Junior Brother Qianhe wrote to him, this matter is indeed quite difficult.
The elders of the Qing Dynasty were very hostile to these people who had shaved their heads, thinking that this was a betrayal of the Qing Dynasty. Even if they wore Taoist robes, it would not help.
After all, the Taoist priests on Cangyue Mountain all wear long braids!
"Master, Master, since Uncle Fang's people don't welcome us, why don't we wait until the zombies appear and wreak havoc before we go. Now the Taoist priests on Cangyue Mountain are basically dead, and we are their only hope." Xiaodong
He thought about it and said.
"No, once the zombies appear, I don't know how many innocent people will die tragically." Taoist priest Qianhe rejected Xiaodong's proposal without thinking.
In fact, Feng Yi thinks Xiaodong's idea is quite good. Aren't you hating outsiders? Aren't you ignorant of life and death? When something happens, you will cry.
To be honest, Feng Yi had no fondness for these isolated places.
In their eyes, village rules are much more important than laws.
Ignorance is synonymous with them.
This kind of place where the sun doesn't shine is more likely to breed evil.
The current generous uncle may not be willing to give in too much.
But it is a pity that the personalities of Uncle Jiu and Daoist Qianhe do not allow such a thing to happen.
To put it bluntly, can they protect everyone from death even if they are really in the town?
It's impossible to cut it easily.
Take Jiuquan Town as an example, isn't Feng Yi here? Doesn't Feng Yi care enough to protect those people?
But so many people still died...
The zombies this time are at least as powerful as flying zombies and can fly! Of course, they move faster. You might just hear the scream and run away before you get there.
But there is no way, these words cannot be said openly
If you come, you will definitely get beaten.
Seeing that Xiaodong's proposal was rejected, Xiaobei murmured: "It's not easy to get in from the outside, so it might be most appropriate to blend in..."
"What did you say?" Taoist priest Qianhe said with his eyes lit up.
"ah…"
Xiaobei just said casually. When Master asked, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted and said: "Master, what I mean is, since Uncle Fang is an old man from the Manchu Qing Dynasty and is blindly xenophobic, then find someone to pretend to be one of them and sneak in."
That would be fine if not."
Taoist Master Qianhe and Uncle Jiu looked at each other and nodded in approval. This was a good idea.
Then, their eyes fell on Feng Yi at the same time.
Feng Yi felt a chill in his heart, shook his head and said: "Master, uncle, please don't take my ideas, I don't want to drag my hair back!"
"Then who do you think is suitable among the five of us?" Uncle Jiu asked with a smile.
Feng Yi looked at the hair of several people, then touched the back of his head, feeling like crying but without tears.
He has never cut his hair since time travel. It is usually tied up with a hairpin, and it is even less visible when he wears a hat.
No way, as a modern person, I have never had long hair. After traveling to this world, Feng Yi found that he was "full of fairy spirit" with long hair, so he grew his hair.
Who would have thought that this long hair could become a problem!
"Don't worry, Feng Yi. Master, I often shaved people's heads when I was young. I will definitely dress you up exactly like the people in the Qing Dynasty. You don't need to worry." Uncle Jiu said with a smile, but he felt that he had evil intentions.
"Master, even if I, Feng Yi, were beaten to death by you, thrown into the wilderness, and jumped from Cangyue Mountain, I would not cut my hair!" Feng Yiyi said righteously.
…
"Junior brother, it's good to be handsome. Once you braid your hair, your facial features will become more three-dimensional. I'm afraid Uncle Fang's wife, the little widow, will be so excited when she sees you." Xiaodong looked at her.
Feng Yi praised his new hairstyle.
"Yeah, I didn't expect my uncle's craftsmanship to be so good. Now
You look just like the Qing Dynasty's elder brother Beile, with an aristocratic look on your face." Xiaobei also praised without reservation.
"Really, is it really pretty?"
Feng Yi looked at his new look in the mirror and felt that he looked very similar to the elder brothers in the TV series. No, he was even more handsome than them.
Hum, if I traveled back in time to the Qing Dynasty, I could inherit the throne just by looking at this face. He thought to himself.
"Look, my teacher told me that my craftsmanship is very good." Uncle Jiu said proudly with his hands behind his back.
"Senior brother, I really can't trouble you in anything, I admire you." Taoist priest Qianhe praised from the side.
Alas, that's all, things have come to this, I can only accept my fate.
As the saying goes, if you can't resist, then enjoy it.
Feng Yi said resignedly: "Master, stop making sarcastic remarks. What is the next plan?"
"Next, it's time to practice your leg strength." Uncle Jiu and Taoist Priest Qianhe looked at each other and smiled very wickedly!
…
"Help, there are robbers and bandits!"
The next morning, more than 500 meters away from Da Fang Bo, a young man in ragged clothes was chased by several men on horseback with evil faces and long knives in their hands. He ran towards Da Fang Bo in a hurry.
Behind him, a shiny black braid rose high.
The people chasing him all wore short hair.
Seeing that the villain's long sword was about to hit the young man's body, the young man stumbled and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, but he still did not give up and crawled forward hard on the ground.
The middle-aged horse bandit with a unibrow at the head laughed loudly, jerked the horse's butt hard, and rushed towards him quickly.
Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the young man's back, a group of people outside Da Fang's door rushed over with hoes and shovels, roaring: "What kind of gangster dares to kill people here!"
"Uncle Fang? Seeing that you are all wearing pigtails, you are obviously old men from the Manchu Qing Dynasty. I'm telling you that the Qing Dynasty is dead! Get back quickly and I will spare your life." The unibrowed horse bandit scolded unceremoniously.
"He's talking nonsense, beat him to death!" Uncle Fang's people are the most displeased.
If so, he roared and charged forward waving the weapon in his hand.
"Master...brother, the momentum is not right, let's withdraw." Seeing this, the other man's face changed slightly and he urged repeatedly.
"Bah, it's bad luck. I won't kill anyone. I will spare your lives today, but please be careful. If you fall into my hands, I will kill you!"
He spat, pulled the reins and ran away quickly.
"Little brother, are you okay? How did you end up in such a situation?" A group of people asked after helping the young man on the ground.
"I…"
The young man was about to speak when suddenly his eyes rolled and he fainted.
