super god ancestor

Chapter 246 Going back to Nanshan Village, old friends reunited

Nanshan Village.

In the past few years, Nanshan Village has undergone great changes.

Originally, the peaceful day when the rice fields were intertwined and the chickens and dogs heard each other was broken.

The days when the villagers stayed up all day and night, groaning and groaning, facing the loess with their backs to the sky, are gone.

Due to the decline in the imperial court's ability to control, the current road guide ban has almost become a waste of paper.

The heirs of generations of farmers finally have the opportunity to go out on their own and work hard to enter the world.

Many young and middle-aged teenagers are unwilling to be imprisoned around this small village like their parents.

Many people left the village spontaneously and went out to explore the world.

But some people who stayed were forced to be involved in this turbulent world.

For example, right now, outside Nanshan Village, there are a group of people who are abducting young and strong people in the village, and going to prepare disciples for their sect.

"My lords, please spare your children.

They are still young, how can they know how to practice martial arts? "

There was a peasant woman with tears in her eyes, knelt down on the ground, grabbed the trouser leg of a sect deacon, and begged bitterly: "We little people don't have such great ambitions, and we don't want our grandchildren to achieve much.

It is enough to just hope that they are safe and sound, please let them go. "

"roll!"

The middle-aged man who looked like a deacon cast a cold glance and kicked him away.

Turning his head, he explained to the sect disciples who were in charge of robbing people: "Move faster, we are going very fast, and we have to go to the next village."

"Yes! Deacon Mo."

Hearing the deacon's order, all the disciples were shocked, and the movements of arresting people became more and more swift.

These people are all from the Myriad Demon Altar not far from Yang Mansion in Yunshan County.

The Altar of Ten Thousand Demons is a cult.

The altar master is a second-rank cultivator.

Back then when the situation was stable and Shenwuwei shocked the world, people like him were like stinky rats in the gutter, they only dared to hide in the dark and did not dare to come out to make trouble.

But in recent years, the elite of the Shenwu Guards have been shrunk down, and the forces from all over the Dali Dynasty have been attacking cities and seizing land and robbing resources and population.

Naturally, this evil cultivator couldn't hold back anymore.

He founded the Wanmo Altar, and forcibly plundered some young girls in the surrounding villages as the sect's preparatory disciples.

Plan, start a sect, and take advantage of the trend.

In just half a year, the Wanmo Altar has grown to more than a thousand people, and the momentum is huge.

The situation in Nanshan Village is just a microcosm of the various places in the Dali Dynasty.

When the boys and girls were forcibly tied up, they were about to be taken out of the village.

The adults looked miserable, and their pleadings were fruitless.

In desperation, at the entrance of the village, someone came.

The ones who came were naturally Li Jingji and Mo Qingyu.

Ever since Li Chaoge told his master that he would revisit the old place, Li Jingji rushed back to Nanshan Village overnight from Longchuan Mansion.

He planned to live here for half a year, waiting for the master to come back.

Mo Qingyu had already handed over all the affairs of the Holy Gate to the Bloody Hall Master. This time, he also planned to follow him and temporarily live in Nanshan Village.

As soon as he arrived in the village, Li Jingji frowned.

He heard some unusual noises.

"stop!"

When he saw the people from Wanmo Altar forcibly taking away the middle-aged population in Nanshan Village, Li Jingzhi frowned slightly and shouted loudly.

This scene made everyone stunned, and then looked back.

"Is it the second son of the Li family?"

Some people from the older generation in Nanshan Village carefully identified them for a long time before asking with some uncertainty.

Li Jingji lived in Nanshan Village since he was a child. Many old people watched him grow up, so they naturally recognized him.

It's just that Li Jingji has changed too much in the past few years.

The originally surly and gloomy temperament has changed a lot.

With first-class martial arts, even if you don't make a move and stand silently on the spot, it can give people an unfathomable feeling.

As for beside him, the charming Mo Qingyu was even more amazing.

For hundreds of years, Nanshan Village has not produced such a juicy girl.

"Aunt Xu, it's me."

Li Jingji saw the tearful peasant woman and said seriously.

This Aunt Xu, he has a deep memory, she is an excellent person, and she helped the Li family a lot back then.

When he was young, Li Chaoge started from scratch, and his family was not as rich as later.

It is also common for a family to not know the taste of meat for two months.

Aunt Xu, on the other hand, is a widow who raises a child alone.

Back then, in order to survive, she often went to butcher Zheng to exchange meat for meat.

Aunt Xu is kind-hearted, sometimes there is some meat left over, and she often gives it to herself, her elder brother and third younger sister to share.

Speaking of which, in Nanshan Village, the person Li Jingji is most grateful to is her.

"What are you doing?"

He stepped forward, wiped away the tears for Aunt Xu, and immediately glanced at the idiot who was bound by the disciples of the Wanmo Altar and was about to be sent to the sect.

This fool is Aunt Xu's only son.

"Go away, it's not your turn to take care of our Wanmo Altar's affairs."

The moment Li Jingji stood up, disciples from the Ten Thousand Demon Altar scolded him coldly.

He ignored it and wiped away Aunt Xu's tears before asking the reason.

"That's right."

He sighed faintly, it seems that in this troubled world, there are many ambitious people and the people at the bottom are living a much miserable life than before.

"Don't worry, the fool will not be taken away by them."

Li Jingji said seriously: "I will solve this matter."

Hearing this, Aunt Xu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, feeling dubious in her heart.

The Li family is promising.

I heard that the eldest son of the Li family is now in Longchuan Mansion and has become a parent official, leading the whole family to ascend to heaven.

But this Erlang of the Li family really has the ability to fight against the Wanmo Altar?

Although Xu Yuan is a farmer's woman, she has also heard of the reputation of the Ten Thousand Demon Altar, which is a complete demon cave.

"You solve it?"

The deacon of the Wan Mo Altar heard the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but sneered: "Where is the wild boy, he is not afraid of being tongue-tied by the wind when he talks big."

Li Jingji frowned slightly, and glanced at Mo Qingyu beside him.

"To what extent?"

Mo Qingyu asked seriously.

In the past, she would naturally kill as much as she could, in the simplest way.

But now, she is the daughter-in-law of the Li family, and she has to take care of her husband's thoughts when she acts in the future.

"Abandon martial arts, let's drive them all out."

Li Jingji thought for a while, then said.

Mo Qingyu nodded, and quickly stood up.

"Hey, there is such a beautiful woman in this poor country?"

The deacon of the Ten Thousand Demons Altar's eyes lit up.

"If you dedicate this girl to the altar master, it will definitely be a great achievement!"

He thought about it, and was about to let the disciples do it.

But the next moment, what happened left him dumbfounded.

I saw Mo Qingyu raised his palm slightly, his figure was like a ghost, and he moved to the side of the disciples in an instant.

With a light tap of the plain hand, all the disciples of the Wanmo Altar fell to the ground and howled.

"Ah, my dantian is broken!"

"How could this be"

Accompanied by the screams of the disciples, the deacon of the Altar of Ten Thousand Demons broke out in cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)