Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1501 Three old men
"What is the task I assigned to you?"

The Great Elder said displeasedly: "You are the suzerain, and you are in charge of the sect's big and small matters. If the fake white witch god stole the keel, you have the responsibility to pursue it. Besides..."

The Great Elder snorted: "You came to Liuhemen just for the keel."

"I told you about the keel, but after all, you're not satisfied yet."

Tian Ermiao looked at the Great Elder, and said after a while, "I can only describe you as a treacherous and cunning person. I really don't want to have too much contact with you."

"Then take the hoe away, we will never communicate with each other forever." The Great Elder said.

"You are the Great Elder of Liuhemen, and I am the suzerain, do you think you can live without contact?"

Tian Ermiao turned her head to leave, she really didn't want to take another look at the elder.

However, he still warned: "Consecrate quickly, this hoe is related to the life and death of the sect."

"Heh." The Great Elder sneered.

Tian Ermiao ignored it and walked out of the courtyard.

The Great Elder picked up the hoe on the stone table, he looked at it from the beginning to the end, and then gently stroked it with his hands.

He looked like an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Suddenly, a trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder.

Yes, it is resentment, as if squeezing the resentment of a thousand years.

The Great Elder looked in the direction of the Taboo Desert, and his two eyeballs turned completely white.

Those eyes pierced the void.

Mr. Wen, who was lecturing to rows of tables and chairs in the classroom, was suddenly startled.

He walked out of the classroom, looked at the sky, and said, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time."

The voice of the great elder shuttled through the sky, "What do you mean by handing over that hoe to him?"

"Since he belongs to me, of course I have to give him some life-saving items." Mr. Wen replied.

The Great Elder snorted: "The life-saving object? Then why don't you help him remove all the restrictions on the hoe?"

"Isn't there you?" Mr. Wen showed a smile on his face.

"You really are plotting against me!"

The Great Elder shouted: "Are you not afraid that I will kill him?"

"You dare not." Mr. Wen said.

"Huh?" The Great Elder asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's just that you don't dare. If you don't believe me, you can try to kill him and see if you can succeed." Mr. Wen smiled.

"It seems to have a lot of background." The elder said.

"He has a lot of background. When I come to my place, I have to entertain him well. I am afraid that he will meet anyone who bumps into him."

Mr. Wen shook his head, as if he was very troubled.

"You are still the same as before, shameless!" the Great Elder roared.

Mr. Wen frowned: "I haven't seen you for many years, why should you speak so badly?"

"I'm afraid that he will meet you even if you bump into it. With his physical strength, you can understand how you practiced it. You must not treat him as a human being. Moreover, he has seen the bottom of a dry well. How inhumane is that? It's a good practice..."

As he said that, the Great Elder was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: "It seems that you are also very dissatisfied."

"Why am I dissatisfied? He walked out of my town and represented my town. I am very satisfied." Mr. Wen said.

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

The great elder said: "I don't know you yet? You can train a back like this because of the resentment in your heart, haha."

"Besides, he can't represent your self-cultivation town now. He is the suzerain of Liuhemen. Just today, Liuhemen has completely admitted that besides his suzerain, almost everyone has a feeling of admiration for him. , he and Liuhemen are inseparable."

Mr. Wen just looked at the sky and didn't answer.

"I will consecrate the hoe for him, but you have to pay the price, um..."

The Great Elder seemed to be thinking about asking Mr. Wen to pay a price.

Think for a long time.

A hand appeared in front of Mr. Wen.

This hand seemed to protrude from space suddenly, and it moved towards Mr. Wen.

"I want some blood from you!"

laugh!
Put your hand on Mr. Wen's chest.

When the hand retracted, there were five drops of blood on the palm of the hand.

"Haha, it's fun."

The hand disappeared out of thin air. If it wasn't for the wound on the Great Elder's chest, the hand would have never appeared.

"Don't think that I will forget the past when you look like this, it is absolutely impossible!"

The Great Elder said: "Even if I have been reincarnated thousands of times, I will still remember it!"

After these words, the voice of the Great Elder never came back.

Mr. Wen still maintained the posture of standing and looking at the sky.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.

In the end, Mr. Wen let out a sigh: "Why bother?"

"Why are you here?"

An old man walked over slowly.

He holds an erhu in his hand, his eyes are empty and lifeless, he is a blind old man playing erhu by the lake.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Wen frowned.

The blind old man approached, "I smell blood, I need to stop the bleeding."

"Let me ask you, what are you doing here?" Mr. Wen didn't care about his injuries.

"That guy is so domineering, of course I have to come here. I wanted to teach him a lesson, but in the end, I came late."

The blind old man sighed.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't get involved," Mr. Wen said.

"Why doesn't it matter?"

The blind old man suddenly became irritable: "You throw him out, do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Give him the hoe." Mr. Wen said.

The blind old man was taken aback for a moment, and asked instead: "Restriction removed?"

"I don't have that time." Mr. Wen said.

The wrinkles on the blind old man's face squeezed back and forth like waves, "What can that do? That broken hoe is restricted and can't exert any power at all!"

"No, the old guy from Liuhemen helped to consecrate it." Mr. Wen said.

"Why?" the blind old man asked suspiciously.

"Because, Tian Ermiao is now the suzerain of Liuhemen, and, according to that old guy, it seems that he has been approved by the whole sect. This is beyond my expectation."

Mr. Wen lowered his head and thought: "How can the old guy delegate power to him? Besides, the time is so short, it's strange, what is he going to do..."

"What are you thinking so much about?"

The blind old man said: "Since that person entrusted us with the task, we have to keep him safe. Now that he is the suzerain of Liuhemen, there should be no major problems in terms of safety."

"wrong."

Mr. Wen said: "I suddenly wondered if it was the day when Wanlingzong and Liuhemen communicated recently..."

"I remembered that Tian Ermiao must have done something to Wanlingzong. Therefore, Liuhemen is convinced of him, and he can really do it with that temperament."

"You mean the person who killed the Wanling Sect to communicate?" asked the blind old man.

"Other than that, there is no second possibility." Mr. Wen replied.

"Originally killing a few people was not a problem, but this was at the exchange meeting. In the exchange meeting, only people from Liuhemen died for a thousand years. People from Wanlingzong always laughed. Now it's the other way around. How can Wanlingzong let it go? ?”

(End of this chapter)