Dreams lead to ancient times? I am really not an ancient Taoist ancestor

The cemetery behind the shanty town.

It can be said that this is the only clean place among the outer streets of the entire shanty town.

These poor people would rather dirty themselves than dirty their ancestors.

At this time, in the sky, probably because all the rain and fog had been poured out during the day, no thick stratus clouds could be seen. The crescent moon in early spring was extremely bright, and the real moonlight was like water and gauze.

"I don't know what's going on in these idiots' heads. They insist on asking for some suffering!"

The scar-faced man took a heavy puff of cigarette and exhaled the cloud, slightly blurring the moonlight falling nearby.

He glanced at the fleeing shantytown residents from a distance and spat softly:

"It's just a shame!"

"Second brother, don't be angry." The young man on the side said cheerfully: "Speaking of which, the old guy just now had really hard bones and his legs were broken. He still didn't want to leave. He shouted that he wanted to protect the peace of our ancestors. .”

After a pause, he smiled contemptuously:

"These guys don't even think about it. If their ancestors could really show up and leave a lasting shadow, would they still be an eyesore here?"

"Okay." The scar-faced man interrupted: "Be gentle in the future, these mud-legged people are also pitiful people."

As he spoke, he took another heavy puff, and the flame reached the butt of the cigarette, making it a little hot.

The scar-faced man flicked the cigarette butt away, shook his hand, and said:

"Let's get to work. Bulldoze this place quickly so that we can go back to Sakata Heavy Industries to pay the bills. My mother is still waiting for me to go back!"

The young man nodded decisively and raised his hand to say hello. The huge excavator started, making a roar of steel colliding, which was particularly noisy on this quiet night under the crescent moon.

"Anyone else coming?"

The scar-faced man frowned and saw two small figures running not far away, and became angry:

"We're done with these idiots, right? Do you really think I have a good temper?"

As he spoke, he took out a dusty pistol from his waist, and there was some evil energy surrounding his body.

"Two little kids, get away!"

Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, Wu Xiaoxu was so frightened that his hairs stood up on his hair, and his words became incoherent:

"Brother Xuan, gun gun!!"

Lu Xuan, who was running all the way, was neither red nor out of breath. Facing the muzzle of the gun, his back was slightly cold, but he did not dodge or avoid it.

After staring for a long time, he whispered:

"I don't know much about the law, but I think if demolition is to be carried out, all residents in the area should agree, right?"

"resident?"

Several thugs couldn't help but laugh. They were all a little happy when they saw this serious little kid.

"What the hell are you residents? At best, they're just a ball of mud. Do you understand mud?"

A thug came forward with a steel rod, patted his hand, and scolded:

"Go back quickly, uncle, I'm not interested in doing anything to these two little kids."

"Then can you do something to the old man?" Lu Xuan said seriously: "Fifth Grandpa is a very good person."

Wu Xiaoxu was startled and quickly pulled the young man's sleeve:

"Brother Xuan"

He glanced at the crowded group of outsiders, his legs were trembling a little, and his heart was worried.

Why is Brother Xuan so tough? Why didn't I notice it before? It's not right. Brother Xuan used to be pretty cool.

However, it also depends on the place and the occasion!

"Fuck you." The thug's eyes were cross-eyed, with a fierce look, and he held up the steel rod to threaten: "If you keep talking nonsense here, I will break your legs too!"

Lu Xuan tilted his head, remembering the contents of ancient movies he saw while watching TV at Wu Xiaoxu's house.

He stood still in a decent manner, raised his hands slightly, and assumed a non-standard posture:

"Shanty area, Lu Xuan."

The thugs burst into laughter.

"Is this little kid's brain twitching? Shantytown Lu Xuan"

"I guess I watched too much TV. Damn it, is it an ancient movie that was restored and screened some time ago? It's called Wing Chun, Ip Man, right?"

"I just watched it with my daughter yesterday. Don't tell me, even though it's a movie from thousands of years ago, it's pretty good. I don't know if those archaeologists can restore more things from the old era."

Perhaps it was because there were two little guys here. These people looked down upon them and even started talking and laughing.

The scar-faced man became a little impatient, grabbed the pistol and stepped forward:

"Little baby, go back to bed. Do you see that all the adults in your shantytown have run away?"

After a pause, he tilted his head and thought for a moment, then counted out a thousand dollars from his pocket and handed it over:

"Take it and pay it to that old guy for medical expenses, then get out!"

Lu Xuan took the money and put it away carefully. Wu Xiaoxu was stunned and confused.

Brother Xuan is so brave!

"I will hand it over to Fifth Grandpa, but you still can't demolish the cemetery."

The scar-faced man laughed angrily:

"Little thing, are you really not afraid?"

"I'm afraid of Sakata Heavy Industries, but I'm not that afraid of you." Lu Xuan said honestly. He could feel that these people were very weak, so weak that he could knock them all down with just one hand. Even with ancient gunpowder guns.

Moreover, he could also feel that the malice of these people did not seem that serious.

"Okay, okay, you're not afraid, are you?" The scar-faced man laughed angrily, suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun, and pointed it at Lu Xuan's head: "Now, are you afraid?"

Wu Xiaoxu's legs went weak and he sat down on the ground, but he quickly got up and mustered up his courage:

"Brother, please calm down, we are leaving now!"

As he spoke, he tugged at Lu Xuan's clothes again, crying:

"Brother Xuan, let's go, really"

Lu Xuan didn't answer, but looked directly at the scar-faced man calmly, his eyes as clear as water.

The latter felt a little uneasy for no reason. Just when he was about to curse a few more words, he felt his eyes blurred and his hands lightened.

"Is this an ancient gunpowder gun?" Lu Xuan played with the dusty little pistol.

The scarred man and the thugs behind him both changed their expressions. Wu Xiaoxu also rubbed his eyes, feeling a little confused.

what happened?

I didn’t see it clearly. Brother Xuan, he is so fast!

"You" the scar-faced man was shocked and angry. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but he saw the boy pinching him gently.

The iron pistol was crushed into a ball of scrap metal.

The vast and noisy cemetery suddenly became quiet, except for the dull sound of the excavator engine.

"Now, can you leave?" Lu Xuan asked gently.

The scar-faced man and all the thugs were in a daze, and no one responded.

The young man frowned, took a step forward, glanced around calmly, and stretched his muscles slightly in the moonlight.

'Snapped! ! ’

A crisp and continuous sound of explosions sounded from the young man's body, just like a spring thunder!

The scar-faced man, the thugs, and Wu Xiaoxu were all shocked by the sound of muscles and bones exploding like spring thunder!

"Tiger and Leopard Leiyin. Practitioner!" The scarred-faced man, who was relatively the most knowledgeable, felt a cold air rising from his tailbone, running down his spine to the heavenly spirit, and the whole back of his head felt numb!

It’s a practitioner. It’s a practitioner! !

How could there be practitioners in this muddy pond? ?

If Hubao Leiyin remembers correctly, this is clearly the symbol of those practitioners who have entered the second level of the Jade Tower and begun to forge their muscles and bones!

Is this little guy in front of me a great warrior in the second bone-forging realm? ?

He trembled, bowed his head decisively, and whispered:

"Master!"

All the thugs followed the same example, shrinking their necks and vibrating:

"Master!"

In this world, capital is paramount and cultivation is paramount.

There is an unwritten rule among the people. When you see a practitioner, you will address him as "Grand Master", regardless of whether you are male or female, young or old.

Under the clear moonlight, the excavator vibrated at high frequency and made a low-pressure roar.

Twenty or thirty men with fierce looks stood still, bowing their heads to the gentle young man in simple clothes.

Wu Xiaoxu stared at this scene blankly, looking at Brother Xuan who was very clean and good-looking, and hearing the words 'Master', he felt like he was in a dream.