Heavenly Curse

Chapter XXIII: The Covenant

"boom!"

"The musket?"

The sudden sound made Mu Yi startled, but then he came to his senses, and the loud noise was clearly the sound of a musket.

Mu Yi has followed the old roads and rivers and lakes. I haven't seen this stuff before, and even had a hand addiction in a noble house. There are also many places where the Qing soldiers specially set up the musketeers, but most of them are like goods.

"Why is there someone in the mountains and forests firing guns?" Mu Yi's mind suddenly questioned.

After deciding to live, Mu Yi has regarded the entire Funiu Mountain as his own site. Now that his own site has come, and he is also a dangerous person, how can Mu Yi not figure out.

Therefore, almost without thinking, Mu Yi carefully leaned towards the place where the voice came.

"How's it? Cousin, are you ready to take it? This artificial thing is better than our ancestors." Mu Yi heard a voice as soon as he approached.

"Zheng Zicong, if you have the skills, you can say these words in front of your father." Then, another voice sounded.

Just listening to the conversation between the two should be a cousin relationship, and the relationship is not very close.

"Hey, I admit that I don't have the ability, but today you lost, don't forget our bet." Zheng Zicong smiled and said proudly.

"Huh, it's still far from dark now, and whoever wins and who loses may not be there." Another voice yelled.

"Okay, then who can get Huangpizi?" Zheng Zicong said immediately.

Mu Yi hides in the dark while listening to the rise, and suddenly a glimpse of a snake drilled under the leaves in the corner of his eyes made him instinctively move.

This movement, can not help but make a little noise, Mu Yi heart suddenly screamed.

In this barren mountain and wild forest, people's vigilance is very strong. His movement will inevitably alarm Zheng Zicong and others, especially the other party is still hunting. In case the other party is indiscriminate, he will shoot at him. That fun would be great.

Therefore, Mu Yi moved to the side while leaning on his body, and made a humming sound in his mouth.

"Who is there?"

Sure enough, when he heard Mu Yi's voice, the other party immediately asked loudly.

"There are snakes, there are snakes here." Mu Yi cried as he slowly stood up, so that the other side could see him calmly.

Sure enough, as soon as he stood up, Mu Yi was grateful for his decision.

Not far away there are not only three people, but five, two noble sons, a dummy son, a big man with a guard appearance, and a little girl.

At this moment, the two noble sons held muskets and opened their bows and arrows, all pointing at Mu Yi. Even the big man pulled out the big sword around his waist. If Mu Yi did not say anything just now, the consequences would be disastrous.

"who are you?"

When they saw Mu Yi coming out, a few people were relieved. Only the big sword-handed man came quickly to Mu Yi and asked Mu Yi with a knife.

"The trail lives in Funiu Mountain. Today I went into the mountain to get some prey. I accidentally bumped into several nobles." Mu Yi said, while pulling out the axe around his waist and throwing it aside, after all, there are still a lot of weapons and no weapons. Big difference.

After hearing Mu Yi's words, he also saw Mu Yi discarding the axe. The big man nodded and his expression relaxed.

Of course, the key is Mu Yi's hair bun and age. In recent years, ordinary people have to beheaded if they do not shave their hair. However, Taoist priests had privileges. At the beginning of the Qing dynasty, there were Confucianism from ten. As a result, he was dismissed.

In addition, Mu Yi is at most fifteen or six years old at a glance, so the threat is naturally less.

At the beckoning of the sword-setter Han, Mu Yi came to several people with a calm expression.

"Haha, Taoist hunting? This is the biggest joke I've heard this year." Zheng Zicong laughed, even with a high look.

Zheng Ticong is in his twenties, with a somewhat feminine look, holding a revolver in his hand, wearing a suit of foreigners, and full of braids, although he has always tried to show that he has a temperament and is unique. But in the eyes of Mu Yi, it looked indecent, but he didn't show it, just spoke lightly. "Taoist is also a person and needs to eat. The trail depends on his own hands, not stealing or snatching. It doesn't feel funny.

"Well said, relying on your own hands and self-reliance, there is nothing to shame, it is better than some people admire the foreign charm." Beside, young people who seem to disagree with Zheng Zicong shouted loudly, and sang the opposite with Zheng Zicong.

"Coco nylon, I don't know the origin of this little priest, and I just hid it while eavesdropping on our conversation. It must be bad intentions. It is better to let Song Wei take it for a better question." Zheng Zicong looked gloomy, his eyes flashed a shot.

In his eyes, Mu Yi is no different from the little beggar on the roadside. A beggar dared to refute him and let him be ridiculed. It is tantamount to death. In this wild mountain, because he likes to kill someone, he is rooted. He didn't take it seriously, if he wasn't worried about leaving a bad impression in front of his cousin, he would rather take the shot himself.

"Zheng Zicong, have you passed? Just a little priest, even if the origin is unknown, there is nothing to worry about." Su Jinlun frowned and said, but apparently, he did not find the killing in Zheng Zicong's eyes, only thought that Zheng Zicong wanted to learn Look at Mu Yi.

"Since my cousin said this, please give him a break. It's not too late now, let's hurry up." Zheng Zicong smiled as if nothing had happened.

However, Mu Yi who has been following him always knows that with the narrow mind of the other party, he will never change easily because of another person's words, and Mu Yi just saw it clearly.

Although he has not been able to maintain a conserved heart these days, his sense of mind is much stronger than before, especially when others are targeting him, regardless of good intentions or malicious intentions.

Seeing Zheng Zicong say this, Su Jinlun no longer wastes time. As he just said, he is just a little Taoist like a beggar.

"Wait a minute."

As Su Jinlun was about to turn around, there was a voice next to her, who had never spoken, and the woman was dressed as a man's dummy.

"Little Ying, what's wrong?" Su Jinlun looked at her sister in a puzzled manner.

The dummy boy ignored him and looked directly at Mu Yi and asked, "Little priest, do you live on Funiu Mountain?"

"Exactly." Mu Yi nodded.

"Then you can get a ghost?" The dummy asked.

"One pass or two." Mu Yi said with a deep grin, in fact, with his current ability, if he encounters an ordinary imp, he can still try it, but as long as he is slightly more powerful, he can't help it.

Lao Dao taught him before, and people know you well. To be honest, Mu Yi doesn't want to get involved in this trouble, but what he needs most now is to live. He originally wanted to rely on hunting for his livelihood. Obviously, now he ca n’t. Need a chance.

"Well, cousin, don't be fooled by this little liar. Look at him like he's a ghost? And there are no ghosts in the world, they are all deceiving people." Zheng Zicong said with a smirk.

"Little priest, you can think clearly. If you dare to lie to me, there is no place for you in this Funiu Mountain." The tomboy ignored Zheng Zicong and said, staring at Mu Yi.

This makes Zheng Zicong's hatred for Mu Yi stronger.

"Please rest assured, the trail is willing to give it a try." For this opportunity, Mu Yi also considered a fight.

"Okay, after three days, you have to come down to the mountain and look for me in the town of Su, by the way, my name is Su Yingying." The dummy boy turned and left.

"Little priest, in the face of Yingying's cousin, my father will allow you to live three more days. After three days, I will see how my father reveals your true face." Zheng Zicong gave Mu Yi a stern glance, leaving a sentence Then leave.

Mu Yi looked at the back of the group and left his hands together.

Three days, Su Yingying!

(Note: Huangpizi refers to the weasel!)