"Senior, you have a high prestige in this village." when Lu Haotian and old man Hu pass by other people's houses, as long as they see his villagers, they will take the initiative to say hello to old man Hu, and some who return to the village with wild fruits or game will be divided into half.

"These villagers are very simple, and I didn't do anything. Even if there is a minor illness and disaster in the village, I will go to help. I can't talk about prestige, but I can only say that I am popular in the village." old man Hu smiled, but his eyes were filled with emotion.

When he first came to the village, they didn't know what the outside world was like. Later, the country developed faster and faster, and the construction of the village was put on the agenda by the township. Although the township has the meaning of helping, these villagers say nothing and don't leave here.

In the end, they dragged on for a long time. Until now, the leaders of villages and towns have no way to take them. Later, the village secretary wanted to set up a resort in the village to play and experience farmhouse fun. The county had agreed. Unexpectedly, the village head left the village overnight after receiving the news. In the middle of the night, he pulled the secretary out of his bed and left after a scolding.

After that, no one wanted to help the village. Without gas stoves, the names of villages without electricity still live at ease.

Old man Hu's home is on the edge of the village. Like other houses, it is built with mud wrapped in wood. Stepping on the mossy house, a strong smell of herbal medicine poured into the nose.

"Little brother, guess?" old man Hu asked after seeing Lu Haotian's strange smell. There was no expression on his face, and he immediately thought about each other.

Guess, this is the most direct and convenient way for traditional Chinese medicine doctors to learn from each other. Smell, identify prescriptions, grind drug residues, say drug names, etc.

Lu Haotian brushed his mouth, which was simple for him: "there are two prescriptions, one is Luling ointment and the other is Huihe powder for recuperating the body."

"Brother, you're great. Wait here first. In your words, I'm going to go in and report to my top leader." old man Hu smiled and entered the inner hall.

Lu Haotian looked at the portraits of great men hanging on the wall and the dense cobwebs above. Lu Haotian knew that this was home and had not cleaned it for a long time. The earth house is windy and rainy all year round. Not to mention the outside, the earth has fallen from many places on the walls of the house, and even the wood and stones wrapped in it have been exposed.

Just like the dirt houses in the countryside in the 1980s, Lu Haotian looked down and was attracted by a silver gray long sword hanging on the wall.

It seems that the long sword has not moved. It is covered with dust. The grass green rust eroded by years shows that it is an ancient sword. This should be put outside. The value of this sword alone can be enough for the whole village to do nothing and be free for a lifetime.

For fear that old man Hu misunderstood, Lu Haotian didn't start, but came close to see the identity of Changjian. In ancient times, there was such a conventional rule that many swordsmen would engrave their own words or patterns on the top of the scabbard.

In ancient times, the transmission of information could only rely on legs or horses. There was almost no safe place except the city. These Wulin people simply make a living with their own lives. The sword has no eyes, so many people will depict their names or names on the weapons they wear. If others only find his sword and don't find him, it can basically prove that the owner of the sword is dead.

"Come to the East, how do you feel that these two words are so familiar. Come to the East, come to the sword, come to the sword, come to the sword - Xiao Ningxue!" Lu Hao felt a huge earthquake in his heart, and then remembered the origin of the sword.

"Alas, that's all in the past. Now the old woman can't hold the sword." a voice not too old came from behind Lu Haotian.

Hearing the movement behind him, Lu Haotian quickly turned around and bowed 90 degrees and said, "I've seen master Xiao."

This is a strong man at the same time as his master. His master often talks about the story of a sect. It should have been in her 60s. Xiao Ningxue looked in her 40s, but old man Hu was in his 60s. The wrinkles on his face looked like an 80 year old.

"Sit down, sit down. I haven't been a guest at home for a long time. Please don't be surprised if you neglect. Next guy, a sword comes to the East. It will only remind people when we enter the WTO. How do you recognize this sword after so many years?" compared with old man Hu, Xiao Ningxue is not so easy to fool.

"Master Mo Chi, I often talk about your feat of turning over a sect with one sword." knowing that the opposite is to find the bottom, Lu Haotian said immediately.

"Mochi? Are you from Jue Xing temple?" Xiao Ningxue's face suddenly flashed an excited look.

Lu Haotian looked at Xiao Ningxue suspiciously. This time it was his turn to guard against them. This is his professional habit. As long as he sees unfamiliar people laughing at him, the first thing he has to do is step back.

"Master, do you know me?" asked Lu Haotian suspiciously.

"Brother Mo, is he all right?" Xiao Ningxue asked excitedly without answering Lu Haotian's words.

"I was driven down the mountain by his old man very early. Later, I went back several times. He left me a book, and then I never saw him again. Now the traffic is convenient outside, but I can't find him." Lu Haotian was too difficult to breathe. Sometimes he even suspected that Shifu was deliberately hiding himself.

Hearing this, Xiao Ning gave old man Hu a snow-white look and then stretched out a hand.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. If he were brother Mo's disciple, I wouldn't dare to attack him with any more courage. Habit, it's all my damn habit." embarrassed, he took out Lu Haotian's wallet from his pocket and returned it to him.

After taking the wallet, Lu Haotian was stunned on the spot. After thinking for a while, he looked at old man Hu uncertainly: "jade face stealing God, Xianghu thousand hands."

"Ah? You know me, too? Ah ha ha, yes, I'm a thousand hands of Xianghu Lake. I didn't expect that ye had already quit the Jianghu, but the legend of Ye is still spreading in the Jianghu." rubbing his hands, old man Hu was very excited.

The name of Xianghu Qianshou is still because old man Hu used to rob the rich and help the poor around Xianghu. In addition, his surname is Hu and he is fond of gambling, so everyone calls him Xianghu Qianshou. "Both of you are strong men who had a few in those years. How could you be reduced to such a situation." Lu Haotian was curious about what made the two strong men willing to break away from the secular world and live in the valley.

"Let's talk about this later. We're not outsiders now. Hurry to tell us the location of Ziyuan." since he is an acquaintance's disciple, old man Hu saved his address and asked directly.

Lu Haotian is going crazy at this moment. He didn't expect to meet the strong man who only exists in the book.