The best waste god

Just as Nangong Haotian was looking at the tombstone and meditating, there was a soft sound of branches and leaves suddenly.He was startled, raised his head hastily, and suddenly remembered that Shangguan Mie was a jerk, he liked sneak attacks the most.

Nangong Haotian raised his head to follow the source of the sound, turned his head to look, and found a small tree trembling slightly behind several rocks under the small peak.

Nangong Haotian's murderous intent suddenly rose, his eyes wide open, in line with the idea of ​​Mao Zedong who strikes first and suffers later, with a flick of his shoulders, his figure was like lightning, and he had already arrived there with a single pounce.

Just as Nangong Haotian was flying, he suddenly found a figure passing away in a flash, galloping towards the small peak.

When Nangong Haotian saw it, he tipped his toes, his body rose suddenly, and he rushed forward.

Just when Nangong Haotian rushed in front of him, behind a clump of short chains, there was a sudden hey, and a figure, armed with a gust of wind, slashed towards his face.

Nangong Haotian Feipu's figure remained unchanged, his figure was slightly slanted, he moved his backhand, twisted his wrist, twisted his fingers around, and directly took the opponent's Quchi acupoints. He had already been familiar with these acupoints, and finding them was as easy as he could. easy.

At the same time, Nangong Haotian also saw the other party clearly, and couldn't help being stunned, because the other party was actually a middle-aged man in rags, with unkempt long hair, a beard, and a thin body.

Just when he was puzzled, there was a light sound behind his head, and amidst the light sound of branches and leaves, there was also a gust of wind.

Nangong Haotian didn't have time to think about it, he bowed his head, moved his backhand, swung the iron embroidery, and hit the golden bell backwards with a bang, and hit him directly with a palm from behind, and the elbow of the person in front was also pinched by him. bingo.

There was a muffled snort from behind, followed by the sound of branches and leaves in the sound of retreating.

Nangong Haotian held the person in front of him tightly, and when he looked back, he found another middle-aged man with disheveled hair and rags, staggering and lying down in the haystack, with sweat dripping from his forehead and panting with his mouth open.

Looking closely at the person lying down in the haystack, he was also bearded, skinny, and his eyes were sunken deeply into the eye sockets.

Nangong Haotian first let go of the person he was holding on his right hand, cupped his hands and said in a harmonious voice: "You two don't need to be afraid. I'm going down to Nangong Haotian, and I'm here to rescue the two who have returned to their hometown..."

But before they finished speaking, the two disheveled middle-aged men asked in amazement: "You? Are you not a nine-fingered jackal?"

Seeing that the other party misunderstood him, Nangong Haotian couldn't help being a little funny, but if he laughed, wouldn't it make him look too uneducated, so he cupped his hands and said in harmony: "I just said that in Xianangong Haotian, Yulin Henan Palace west of Wubaotou Zhuang people..."

The person sitting on the ground hurriedly stood up, stared wide-eyed, and asked in amazement: "There is a Nangong Shuangjie in Nangongzhuang, do you know Nangong Daxia?"

When Nangong Haotian saw the question, he felt a little desolate. The scenes of the past kept coming to his mind, Li Yunji cared meticulously, and old Xu Fu was loyal... After a long while, he came back to his senses and replied: "Senior, you are asking the right question. It's my late father..."

The man was taken aback for a moment, opened his eyes wide and looked at Nangong Haotian, and stammered and asked, "Ah, late father?"

Nangong Haotian nodded, concealing the grief and anger in his heart, and explained: "My father was killed the year before last, and the person who killed him was the old thief Shangguan Mie who fled to this island."

The expressions of the two shaggy-headed middle-aged men changed drastically when they heard this, and they couldn't help but exclaimed. They stared blankly at Nangong Haotian, and asked after a long time, "What? Shangguan Mie?"

"What?" Nangong Haotian was taken aback when he saw that the expressions of the two were not right, and asked anxiously, "Isn't he on the island?"

The two shaggy-headed middle-aged men must be in their minds, nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes, he is in a cave under the northern peak."

When Nangong Haotian heard this, he immediately laughed and let out a sigh of relief. If Shangguan Mie wasn't here, I'm afraid he would have to run for nothing again. Fortunately, God didn't joke anymore.

Nangong Haotian was worried that something might happen after a long time, and while thinking about it, he couldn't wait to urge him: "Seniors, take me there quickly..."

But before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw two middle-aged men with disheveled hair, their expressions changed drastically, and they all stared at Xiao Jianfeng in shock, their lips trembling with fright and unable to speak.

Nangong Haotian was startled, and hurriedly turned around, only to see Liu Qianwen, Wei Xiaoying, and Aunt Shan, leading Jiang Zhongzhao, Sun Wushi, carrying baskets and ropes, all running towards this side in a panic.

Looking back, Nangong Haotian had already heard two disheveled middle-aged men tremble: "Nine...nine...nine-fingered jackal..."

Nangong Haotian saw that the two of them were almost incontinent, and the smile in his heart was even bigger. Although he didn't like these so-called chivalry, he still needed their help right now, so he quickly said in relief: "That's Wei Wei. The old owner's daughter and Aunt Shan are not nine-fingered jackals..."

Unexpectedly, the two middle-aged men turned around in panic and wanted to run away, and said in a trembling voice: "No, no... that old woman... and that... those two fishermen..."

Nangong Haotian was afraid that the two shaggy-headed middle-aged men would run away, and he would not be able to find the cave where Shangguan Mie was hiding. While thinking about it, he took a quick step, stretched out his arms to grab the two of them, and lifted them up. mid-air.

At this moment, Liu Qianwen and the others had already galloped to the row of tombs down the slope, and exclaimed coquettishly, "Brother Nangong, Brother Haotian!"

Nangong Haotian responded to the slope first, and then explained to the two shaggy-headed middle-aged men: "Don't be afraid, the two seniors, the nine-fingered jackal has already been killed by me, and the two martial artists in fisherman attire are already dead. Get rid of evil and return to righteousness, they are here to save you from danger."

The two shaggy-headed middle-aged men gave a half-belief, and said to themselves, "Really!"

Although Nangong Haotian could see that they had given up their intention of fleeing, they still had doubts and fear in their eyes. At this time, Liu Qianwen and the other five had already passed the row of graves and galloped up the slope. Everyone looked at them in amazement. Glancing at the two shaggy-haired middle-aged men, he said anxiously: "When we heard your yelling just now, we all thought you ran into the old thief Shangguan Mie!"

Nangong Haotian excitedly pointed at the two shaggy-headed middle-aged men and said: "These two seniors said that Shangguan Mie is hiding in the cave under the northern peak."

Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they looked at each other with joy.Aunt Shan hurriedly urged: "Then ask them to take us there quickly!"

However, the two disheveled middle-aged men looked greedy, staring at the large basket in Sun Wushi's hands without moving their eyes, and seemed to not listen to Aunt Shan's words at all.

Nangong Haotian looked at the basket, curled his lips, and asked puzzledly, "What's in the basket, Master Sun?"

Seeing Nangong Haotian's appearance, Jiang Zhongzhao hurriedly replied with a smile: "Just now, my subordinates waited to hear at least the master's loud shout. A rope, carrying a basket of food in."

Nangong Haotian glanced at Liu Qianwen and Wei Xiaoying gratefully, then looked at Martial Master Sun, and ordered: "Give them both of the things in the basket to eat."

Upon hearing this, Martial Master Sun couldn't help saying hesitantly: "Reporting to young master, the Nine Finger Jackals have to bring three days' worth of food every time they come..."

But before the words were finished, the two shaggy-headed middle-aged men said anxiously: "Every time the Nine Finger Jackals bring food, leave it for the two of us to eat..."

Nangong Haotian's heart moved when he heard this, and he asked: "Seniors, why did the Nine Finger Jackal leave the food for you until he left? Why didn't he share it with the two of you as soon as he came in?"

The two shaggy-headed middle-aged men were crying and laughing, and they seemed to mention the sad things before, but seeing Nangong Haotian and others looking forward to it, they had to speak out, so they said seriously: "Because he will bring dry food into the Go to the cave under the northern peak, leave it to us after you get out..."

Aunt Shan suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two of them, stretched out her hand to stop everyone's footsteps, and said: "Wait a minute, there must be something wrong with this small hole, we have to carefully deliberate, discuss and discuss, or we will be hit by that old thief Shangguan Mie." If you use this strategy, you will be close to death."

Nangong Haotian felt that it was reasonable, but it was impossible to see death without saving him, so he looked at Master Sun and ordered resolutely: "You first take out the things in the basket and feed them to the two seniors. If there is not enough, we will go back and get them." .”

How dare Sun Wushi go against Nangong Haotian's intention, quickly lifted the covering cloth, took out four snow-white steamed buns, and tore two pieces of chicken and handed them to two disheveled middle-aged men.

The two shaggy-headed middle-aged men were also polite, and they took it and ate it in big mouthfuls. Judging by the way they ate, it seemed that they hadn't eaten for a long time. Everyone couldn't help but smile a little.

Nangong Haotian took the opportunity when the two of them were eating, suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Jiang Zhongzhao, and asked, "How long does the Nine Finger Jackals stay each time?"

Jiang Zhongzhao thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Not long, at most two or three hours."

When Aunt Shan heard the words, a trace of disbelief flashed in her eyes, and she asked suspiciously, "He never said what he came here for?"

Jiang Zhongzhao was also a little puzzled, and replied: "He just said to come and see how many people are left on the island."

Aunt Shan looked at the two ugly middle-aged men with disheveled hair, and asked in a rambling voice, "Hey, two, how many people are there on this island?"

Unexpectedly, the two disheveled middle-aged men actually looked at Aunt Shan resentfully while eating, and said angrily: "You should know better than the two of us how many people there are on this island, why bother to ask."

Aunt Shan was taken aback when she heard it, she should have known it for so long?I should have known it for so long?I'm not a god, so I said angrily, "You two..."

But as soon as the words were spoken, the two shaggy-headed middle-aged men suddenly stared angrily, and said sharply: "How about the two of us? One is Si Yunyi, the head of the Diancang Sect, and the other is Lin Jinxiong, the second owner of the Danan Village , it was all sent to this place by your Wuyi Mountain Villa."