C186 800 Horseshoe
C186 800 Horseshoe
The reason why Little Mountain Village was called that name wasn't because it had 800 households, but because it was a distance of 800 miles from the nearest county. In fact, even with the help of Silly Girl's child, who was possibly pregnant, there were more than 100 people in the village.
Eight hundred miles deep in the mountains, the old man was out hunting. If he wanted to change places outside the mountain, he would have to walk all day and say that this place was a paradise.
In such a remote village hidden in the depths of the mountains, it was reasonable to say that the residents should have been moved out long ago. It was also to prevent them from getting married each other, resulting in genetic assimilation and the extinction of the population.
It was even more impossible for him to turn on the electricity and build a road to enter the mountain.
However, just like that, before Lee Nanfang was 14 years old, he lived here. No one looked down on him because of his strange appearance, and they treated him like a little rascal.
Lee Nanfang's inferiority complex began only growing up after the old man took him abroad at the age of 14.
If he lived here all the time, hmph, a fool might not be able to run Silly Girl to bed.
When Lee Nanfang and the others went there several times when they were young, they were always chased far away by the Third Master, who was guarding the tomb, and was so scared that he started to cry for his parents. That was how the scar on the Second Brother's buttocks was left.
The cave was the graveyard of eight hundred villagers, and it was also the most sacred place. Men under the age of sixteen, along with women, were not allowed to enter — if a woman insisted on going in, then it was she who was carried in a coffin in a birthday suit.
I heard that twenty years ago, there was a bold woman who sneaked in when San Ye was out hunting. When she came out, she went crazy as if she was haunted by a hundred ghosts. Her clothes were disheveled as she ran into the deep mountains and she never came back.
That was a taboo issue for the whole village. No one dared to bring it up. Lee Nanfang knew that it was also when he was nine years old. After he woke up, he heard his wife and the old man chatting.
Eight hundred villagers, no matter where they went, were not allowed to tell anyone about the place, or they would be subjected to the most vicious curses.
The more mysterious that place was, the more interested Lee Nanfang was in it, and he hoped to be able to reach the age of sixteen as soon as possible so that he could go into the cave and have a look, because by chance, he heard the three great masters, who had come home to celebrate the birth of their grandson, call that place Monarch Valley after being drunk. In the cave, an ancient emperor was sleeping, and there were eight hundred villagers, but in fact, the descendants guarding the emperor's grave.
What kind of overlord could be so awesome? Even now, the Emperor's Tomb Thief still hasn't closed down the Emperor Tomb Tombs?
Every time he came back, he would want to go to the Monarch Valley to take a look. However, the rules had changed — men had to leave behind descendants for their village before they could go to that place.
After so many years, the only outsiders who could come to stay for 800 years were only Lee Nanfang and Xie Qingshang, who later added a mother-in-law.
No one knew that in the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range, there was a hidden secret of Secretary that would shock the world if it was exposed. Just like how Lee Nanfang, who had just arrived, would be extremely shocked when he saw that Er Fa could break a rock with a single punch.
Eight hundred residents, regardless of whether they were male or female, aged fourteen or over, were all experts in martial arts novels. Any one of them could beat up a bunch of people like Petrov or Fujita.
From their point of view, they had practiced martial arts since they were young and possessed such a strong martial strength. It was as normal as a person having to eat before living; there was nothing to show off.
Leaving eight hundred of them without permission, the spirits of the ancestors would not rest in peace either.
However, Lee Nanfang was a special case. Due to the premature aging disease, he couldn't start forging from the age of three like Er Wenzi and the others. When he was 14 years old and just started forging, he was sent abroad by the old man.
Why didn't Lee Nanfang learn kung fu at eight hundred?
The old man's answer was very straightforward. You are just an abandoned baby that has been picked up, destined to never be like your mistress, able to marry a woman of 800 and become a native. You don't belong here, so of course you can't learn 800 skill.
The old man also said, being able to convince the other eight hundred residents to let Lee Nanfang live here for fourteen years was already a benevolent act on the part of the village head. It was said that he invited the wisest old man in the village to help him calculate and confirm that this monster would not affect the Feng Shui of Monarch Valley, then he reluctantly agreed.
This was Lee Nanfang's home, not his home — this was the first thing he thought of after getting hurt. No matter how wronged and hurt he was outside, as long as he could get here, he could quickly forget all his displeasures.
Here, he was Lee Nanfang, a village chief who had shown mercy to the villagers, a monster who had grown up here healthy and healthy.
Previously, when Second Fool Liu and the others mocked him, it was only to the point where it was better to take a piss than others. Lee Nanfang was the last person to take a pinch.
This time, Er'zi had taken first place from the bottom and laughed at him after locking him up. He had recently spent all his energy on Silly Girl, so he might as well take care of everyone else as soon as possible, and stay in Monarch Valley to accompany the three great masters.
Second Fool was both embarrassed and angry. He chased and attacked, but was unable to catch up. He was so angry that he punched the stone, causing it to shatter.
Lee Nanfang's mouth twitched as he started to feel inferior again.
Under his normal state, he couldn't be a fool.
After sharing Lee Nanfang's cigarettes, they mentioned something -- Before Lee Nanfang came 800 yuan, there were two foreigners who went into the mountain like a ghost. After meeting Second Fool Jiang, they asked where the 800 yuan was, and even asked if they had met a woman.
The two of them took out a photo of a very elegant and gentle woman.
Second Fool handed the photo to Lee Nanfang: "Look, this is your mother-in-law."
The woman in the photo was indeed Lee Nanfang's mother-in-law. She had been captured and was walking out of Yue Zitong's villa. Judging from her clothes, it was probably the evening when she left Qingshan with Xue Xinghan.
"What about those two?"
Lee Nanfang only took a glance and frowned.
Stone said, "Dead. After asking what they did, they threw them under the tank. "
Judging from his light tone, it was as if two people had died instead of two chickens.
Bound to interrupt: "They confessed that it was a guy with the surname of Long who asked them to come find your mother-in-law. As for why, they do not know, they are only following orders. "
"If they are willing to listen to our advice and obediently turn around and get out of here, instead of pretending to leave and sneakily walk through the tank behind our backs, we are not willing to kill anyone."
It was about ten meters wide and tens of meters long, but it was very deep. It was dark down below, and one could smell the corrosive smell of the leaves and rotting corpses on it. Even if Second Fool and the others were courting death like this, they still would not dare to go down.
Looking down at the ravine from a high vantage point, it looked very much like a manger. It was said that once a horse came here, it would be affected and frightened by the atmosphere below, so it was named the Sink of the Slug.
Lee Nanfang knew that somewhere in the Southern Frontier, there was a place called the scare horse trough. The National Geographic Channel had reported that there would be ghost soldiers appearing on the night of the full moon, bringing about the sounds of fighting from the ancient battlefield.
This shocked everyone here. This was the last line of defense for 800 villages, and also the outer sect of Monarch Valley. Without permission, any outsiders who refused to listen to advice and barged in would basically be thrown below.
"That's Ming Zhu, Loong Zaikong's man. He's a pervert with a motherly plot."
Lee Nanfang held the photo, looked at the moonlight for a moment, lit it up with the engine, let go, the night wind blew away, like a ghost fire, flashing a few times and then disappearing.
"How far is Ming Zhu from us?"
If we get close, we'll grab the dragon and throw it into the manger. That way, he won't have any more ideas about your mother-in-law. "
"Do you have to walk for months?"
Lee Nanfang didn't want to talk about those rotten people outside, but these guys just asked: "Your mother-in-law is so pretty, your daughter-in-law must be very pretty too, right? "Let's see if Silly Girl is as pretty as you."
"Can you not mention my wife or mother-in-law?"
"The night is long, and I don't have the heart to sleep, so what should I do if I don't mention them? "Could it be that we can pee further than that?"
Being able to memorize a bright moonlight stone in front of the bed, he was definitely a great scholar of the village, passed down from generation to generation. Because his father was the village chief, he was able to say such elegant words.
"Let's go under the tank and take a look?"
Lee Nanfang looked around and whispered, "Aren't you interested in that place?"
"F * ck, this won't do. I can't go there. My dad said that if I dare to have such thoughts, I will break my third leg. Lee Nanfang, where is my third leg?"
The Great Scholar Rock's curiosity about the third leg overcame his apprehension about not going to the manger to explore.
Lee Nanfang raised his hand and patted the back of his head.
Stone touched the back of his head and said in bewilderment, "It doesn't look like a leg, but rather like a ladle."
Ignoring the scholar, Lee Nanfang asked the fool, "If he doesn't want to drag us down, then let's go together."
"You two go on ahead. I remembered that Silly Girl is waiting for me tonight."
After Second Fool's words, he turned around and left without even looking back.
The stone followed.
Lee Nanfang looked at Ye Zichen with hope in his eyes.
He looked up at the moon and said, "Where is the moon? Why is it dark?"
When they returned home, they needed to get their flashlight, so they went out to find the moon to tie up and leave. Only Lee Nanfang was left, bitterly scolding the coward, then he lifted his leg to touch the black Military Thorn and decided to try rushing into Dragon Pool alone.
Isn't it just a ditch full of dead people? What's the big deal, can't you take a bite out of my bird?
Tonight, Lee Nanfang, who drank half a catty of white spirits, shook his neck and walked towards the horse trough quickly.
When he was 300 meters away, the corrosive smell coming out from under the tank came along with the wind. This made Lee Nanfang wonder if he was a lowly person, why did he come to this lousy place to smell?
However, since he was already here, he had to go down and have a look no matter what. Even if he had just stuck his toes to the ground, he would still be able to climb up and have a good night's sleep.
Under the moonlight, the tank looked even more serene, and there were still some phosphorous fire flickering beneath it.