The distance of the broken temple is not close, it is the most remote place in the entire Nancun area, Han Feng went all the way without making any stops on the way.

…… When the dim remnant sun was only the last handful of hair left at the foot of the western mountain, the entire South Village was in the shade of the back, and it was already covered by a huge shadow.

At noon, the tranquility of the village, when the "sun is waning" again, looked at it again, it was a little more desolate, and even the people of the whole village lost their spirits, and one by one closed the wooden door early and rested in the house.

The lack of food leads to the lack of nutrition, and the lack of nutrition leads to the loss of energy of the whole person, and it is rare for children to play at the head and end of the village, and even a few children are not visible, most of them are old people and women who are dying.

The whole Nancun is like an old man staggering on crutches, and it may take several hours to walk three or two steps.

The ruined temple to the south.

The dilapidated one doesn't know what god was originally enshrined, the broken temple has no door, to be precise, only half of the broken wooden door, and the other half of the wooden door has long been gone, maybe it was eaten by insects, rotten, or it was cut down by a villager to burn firewood.

Outside the ruined temple is scattered dust, it is impossible to expect someone to clean it, a mountain and river are broken, but there are a few sycamores on both sides.

It's a pity that this is the plane tree that specializes in the phoenix in ancient mythology, and it is also wilting at the moment, and even the leaves are hanging as if they have no spirit.

There was a desolate and dead silence all around, until the noise of commotion coming from the broken temple suddenly broke the dead silence.

"I told you, this bed is mine, a broken bed, and it's not a precious thing, what are you robbing me of? Hold on? ”

"It's you who robbed you, what are you doing? With this ability, why don't you go back to Henan to sing your Henan opera? ”

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about? Look at your little bit of breath, bed? Who can find a bed in this ruined temple? It's all a kennel, and it's going to be done. ”

"That's it, if you have the ability to go sideways with the devil, it's great to grab a kennel at this time!"

"Then where do they dare, according to me, they are all tigers in the door, and they are all gray grandsons on the battlefield."

Jiang Long walked to the most comfortable position in the broken temple as usual, this position was just blocked by the broken walls everywhere, plus the soft straw, the wind could not blow in, the rain could not get in, he had always believed that before the broken temple was not broken, this place was specially for the Bodhisattva to live, even if it was not, at least it was an angry King Kong.

But today it seems that some people dare to lie in their own place without long eyes.

Jiang Long just glanced at Yu Laoyi, who was arching on his bed in an extremely ugly posture, Yu Laoyi was startled, and quickly got up from the straw and stood aside honestly.

Yu Laoyi, who was still clamoring for a place just now, is now wilting.

Jiang Long, a man from the Northeast, is five big and three thick, and his strength is by no means something that anyone in the yard can provoke.

In this ruined temple, everything seems to be back to its most primitive state, and a big fist can solve all problems, and he has always used the best resources, although these resources are still some rags in the eyes of outsiders.

At this moment, among everyone, Jiang Long is like a soil emperor who has ascended the throne by force, and when he sleeps in his own nest, the eyes around him are not covetous, only envy and fear.

Someone began to ridicule, naturally they didn't dare to be Jiang Long.

"Yo, what's wrong with Grandpa Yu today? Didn't the clamoring occupy the best bed, and why did they give it up to people in a hurry? ”

"Hehe, because the fist is not big enough!"

Yu Laoyi couldn't refute it, and thought he was unlucky, but said: "Hey, where could I have thought of his Uncle Long's rise today, and he ran out to sleep again."

I don't brag to you, I don't blame, I fought all the way from my hometown, how many devils I have seen, how many battles have I fought, what kind of battle is it, which of you posthumous dolls knows! ”

"You just brag about it, you don't need money to brag anyway!

If you really want to talk about devils, who hasn't seen it?

It's not two legs, two arms, and a head, but the eyes are rounder and more terrifying, and dozens of them, no, hundreds of devils, rushed towards us, and what was the result, Lao Tzu was lying on his stomach on the fortifications, Lao Tzu held a gun, aiming, shooting, aiming, shooting, aiming, aiming, aiming, ......aiming,

"Then did you kill a devil?"

Hutu hung his head and was silent.

"Do you need to ask? When you look at his turtle grandson, he must not even be a devil. ”

"No...... Be...... I didn't fight, the little devil was fine, and after a shot, he drilled behind the fortifications...... Give me another chance, I'll be able to fight for sure. ”

"Come on! I've seen you a lot, it's good if you don't tremble on your legs when you go to the battlefield, kill the devil, you don't dare to shoot the little devil standing in front of you! ”

"You don't insult people, when you fight with a bayonet, Lao Tzu rushed up with a big knife, I didn't think about being alive at that time, and I slashed wildly with a big knife."

Everyone cheered up, "Did you kill the devil?" ”

The basket was stunned, and he was trying his best to imagine the scene of how he killed the little devil.

The big guys made a fuss together, "Yo——, you are a melon scoop, and your feelings are cut blindly with your eyes closed." ”

Hahahaha –

The guys in the ruined temple, although their stomachs were filled with some miscellaneous things, were holding their stomachs and laughing back and forth.

A voice sounded again, "When you hear it, it's all bragging, if you want to talk about the experience of killing devils, you have to listen to my ......"

Jiang Long, who was squinting, turned over on the bed of the so-called Earth Emperor with some straw, interrupting Li Jiasheng's words...... "Mom, you calves, don't let Lao Tzu sleep?"

Love to brag?

Defeated soldiers, defeated soldiers, deserters, deflated calf soldiers, the most useless soldiers.

Hundreds of thousands of people have been cut by tens of thousands of people, and they are embarrassed to be here?

Kill devils? Lao Tzu dared to guarantee the ticket and said, if one of you here has killed a devil, I, Jiang Long, will write the name upside down.

Save it, lie down and think about what kind of ball you are, a bunch of deflated calves, and do your best to pull calves.

Route!

Defeated!

Deserter! ”

Jiang Long muttered, not too loud, slowly spread in this ruined temple that suddenly fell silent, and the people who were still shouting and playing had different expressions on their faces, but they were full of humiliation.

No one spoke anymore, as if the spirit of the joke was all an illusion, one by one like the walking dead, silent and stunned in the horns, staring blank, not knowing what to think.

The twilight was falling, and the crows were wailing on the sycamore book outside the ruined temple, and the cry seemed to say, rout—

Soon, in the quiet night, only Jiang Long's snoring echoed throughout the ruined temple.

Until...... Crunch...... The last half of the wooden door of the broken temple was pushed open, and Han Feng strode in......

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