"Cheng Feng, it's not early, let's find a place to rest first, this Xiangxi is not as safe as our Central Plains, it is not very safe after nightfall, most of the beasts and poisonous insects in the mountains come out to forage at this time, I think we should avoid its edge." Professor Monalo is actually tired, don't look at him for so many years, but in the end he is also sixty or seventy years old, and he can't compare with Chu Tianyue and Ma Chengfeng.

On the west side of the mountain, the dazzling sunset is shining in this mountain forest, and the birds and birds in the bamboo forest are chirping and jumping, not at all as if danger is coming.

"Professor, the conditions here are limited, if we sleep in the wilderness, I'm afraid it will only be more dangerous, my opinion is that we should hurry through this bamboo forest while it is dark, once it gets dark, the forest will be foggy." Ma Chengfeng said.

Chu Tianyue said that you don't have to fight, there may be people around here, you see, this bamboo forest is not neat, a lot of bamboos have fallen, it should be cut down by man. We have already stepped out of the Sanshan area, and it is said that the attitude of the ethnic minorities here towards the Han people will not be so tough. "Let's stay for now, wait a minute."

"Okay, anyway, there is time, everything is safety, you two be careful, I'll go out to explore and see if there is really a stockade." Ma Chengfeng took the lead and rushed out of the bamboo forest.

There is indeed a small village outside the bamboo forest, this village is close to the mountains and rivers, the scenery is very pleasant, the small village is only forty or fifty households, because the traffic here is more closed, the population is more sparse, so the ethnic minority villagers here almost live a life of isolation, rarely go out of the mountains. The house is not as generous as Miao Zu Zhai and Bailing Lao Zhai, on the contrary, it gives people a back-to-basics artistic conception, green bricks and green tiles, green bamboo streams, hard-working women wearing oblique slit flower cloth skirts squatting in front of the stream with wooden sticks in their hands to beat their clothes, in front of the stream is a laughter.

Their clothes were different from those of most of the ethnic minorities in Miaoshan, relatively plain, and there were not so many tinkling silver ornaments on their clothes, except for one point, these women all wore turbans, and the headscarves did not resemble the style of the ****** girls, but were monochromatic burlap and only half of their faces were covered.

The village is built by the mountain, several old houses have the style of Miao people on stilts, but the architectural pattern is simpler than the stilted building, the lower side is supported by a few bamboo pillars, and the upper side is a two-storey open thatched house, which is too simple, I am afraid that if the wind blows, the hut can be blown apart.

On the riverside, the women were busy talking and laughing, splashing in all directions, and the golden light of the setting sun hit the water surface and shook every drop of splashing water crystal clear. These women are all ages, in their forties, in their thirties, and in their fifteen or fifteen-year-old. Don't look at these women dressed up in the flow, but today it still seems relatively open, the top is very short, deliberately revealing the slender waist and navel, and the long skirt below is very long, reaching the crotch, so that people can dimly see the inner lining of the lower body.

Ma Chengfeng hid in the bamboo forest, holding his head and looking a little fascinated, the most beautiful picture in the world in front of him was really natural! It's a picture that a painter would never have been able to capture.

"Oh hey!! The little sister in front of you listens well, the stream in the upper middle is like your clear eyes, and the colorful glow on the horizon is like your pink cheeks......" At this time, a man's rough voice came from the end of the stream, he sang the mountain song of the ethnic minorities in Xiangxi, although the voice is not very good, but this unadorned voice is extraordinarily simple.

Song is a small program that young men and women often have among the ethnic minorities in southwest China. Their pursuit of a lover is very simple, a mountain song, a look may be able to determine their lifelong partner.

Ma Chengfeng covered the dazzling sunset with his hands, and also wanted to see which little brother sang this bold mountain song, and see who he was going to sing to. But when I looked up, I saw that the women by the creek were all stunned, picked up the change of clothes at home and turned around and ran back, without even looking back. What's going on? Could it be that this man is a well-known hooligan in the village?

"Hey...... Little sister, what are you running? Come on, let's play with the uncle! "Upstream of the stream, four or five strong black men dressed in embroidered shoulders and coarse cloth skirts rushed out, and they sang filthy words and mountain songs.

A little sister is fifteen or sixteen years old, running a little slowly, after falling, how did a black man rush up and firmly hugged the little waist, the man is up and down the bow, mouth and hand at the same time, touch and kiss, the rude big hand has been stretched down the little sister squeaky nest into it.

"Let go of me! Help me! Help! The girl shouted, but her sisters and aunts dared not turn back, and fled home like a smoke. After a while, the alarm bell sounded in the small village, and seven or eight men with bows and crossbows rushed out and glared angrily at these flower thieves who came to make trouble.

"Are you tired of Linghua Village, dare to be the enemy of our Black Dragon Village? What to watch? Get out! Don't delay Lao Tzu's errands! Why don't you kill the little sister, what are you afraid of? It's just fun! The man shouted angrily.

To say that the men in this village are really cowardly, seeing that they are numerous and powerful, and there are bows and crossbows in their hands, there are only four or five people on the other side, rushing up is a punch and kick, and those who dare to resist are directly shot to death with an arrow. But they are good, as soon as they heard the threat of these black dragon villages, they immediately looked at each other and did not dare to step forward, Rao is poor little sister shouted and broke her throat, Rao is rude man has already taken off her shirt, they are still unmoved.

Ma Chengfeng has seen cowardice, but he has never seen such cowardice. In normal times, he would definitely not want to be nosy. But seeing that such a flower-like little sister is about to be ruined by these wicked people, if she doesn't make a move, how will she be chivalrous and righteous in the future? How to deserve the word narrow sense?

"Where's Gaha? Stop! Ma Chengfeng shouted loudly, his mouth full of the smell of Northeast ballast.

Sometimes, no matter what people do, with this courage, if you take the lead and give the other party a dismount, the other party will not dare to underestimate you, Ma Chengfeng's voice immediately suppressed the man who was doing evil. The seven or eight men including Linghua Village were all frightened. Everyone looked back at the young man Ma Chengfeng who fell from the sky, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The key is that his mouthful of big ballast is too strong, and the world knows that the Kanto people are aggressive, and wherever they go, they shout in the Northeast dialect, even if the other party can fight, they have to mutter a few words in their hearts.

(End of chapter)

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