C1267 Old Place

It was very early in the morning. Although it was still early morning, the main peak of Mao Mountain was shrouded in mist and clouds, as if it was a fairyland. Furthermore, the mountain roads were packed with people who wanted to pay their respects. They were like ants, clamoring endlessly.

However, this noisy scene only stopped at the Mao Mountain's main peak. On the side of the Mao Mountain, there were very few people. The small village at the foot of the mountain still retained its old appearance. Ancient trees reached into the sky, and alleys and alleys were connected. Occasionally, there would be a few wisps of smoke diffusing into the air.

Although there was only one mountain apart, the two places were like two completely different worlds.

However, these simple and honest farmers in the village had long gotten used to this kind of peaceful life, where the sun was setting and there was only one mountain apart. They were neither envious nor disdainful of this life.

However, it was the end of the year. From time to time, the crisp sounds of firecrackers could be heard from the quiet little mountain village, as well as the voices of young workers returning from work. It was quite lively as they played a few love songs on their loudspeakers.

Under the Pagoda tree at the entrance of the village, there was a group of old men and women gathered in groups of twos and threes, who had gotten up early in the morning and liked to talk loudly.

He first told the story of the new year in his early days, then told the story of which country's leader he had gone to pay his respects from the news yesterday. Finally, he talked about it and slowly landed on the main peak of Mao Mountain, just a few steps away from the main mountain, where the pilgrims had gathered. This explained who had come with Little Mi yesterday, which big boss spent a lot of money to pay their respects this year.

When they talked about these pilgrims, the seniors couldn't help but sigh. If that fellow who claimed to be a small dragon was in the village, he would probably bring the strong young men to hunt in the mountains again this time of year.

This' hunting 'didn't refer to hunting the prey on the mountain, but to killing the pilgrims. However, the work of the little white dragon on the wave was not about cutting the path, but about pulling the young men from the village to build up stalls and hang on to their fortunes.

According to the village's young people, as long as Brother White Dragon coaxed them, those pilgrims would follow up with them like wild rabbits. They wished that they could even strip off their clothes and give them to Brother White Dragon to talk about.

Furthermore, the little white dragon was quite loyal. He didn't use any of the money he got from the pilgrims, so he gave 70% to the village kids and the other 30% to the fireworks, taking advantage of the New Year's Eve event.

"I wonder where the little white dragon went to mess around, he actually hasn't come back for so long." Even fireworks were released less. Just look at this, how could there still be a New Year's atmosphere? I still remember that brat when he was on the mountain, at night, those fireworks burned half the sky! "

"You really haven't seen our number three who is so silly. These days, every few days when he came back, he would go up the mountain and say that he thinks that Brother Bai Long is coming back." Just tell me where this brat's evil nature comes from, and he can tie the hearts of these children. "

"In my opinion, I'm afraid I won't be coming back. Two years ago, the three madmen were still staying on the mountain with a baby. After so long, that fellow, Little White Dragon, will have probably become a part of the weather outside.

"It's good that he's not coming back. What is he doing back here? He's making the entire village black with anger!" Hearing these words, an old man squatting under the locust tree knocked on the pipe, and said in an innocent voice, "That's good. When he's in the mountains, those hens of our family don't feel at ease laying their eggs. If you don't turn around and look a few times, you'll be in the little bastard's stomach in the blink of an eye!"

"Old Wang, I'm afraid you're not worried about your family's eggs. You're worried that little white dragon would get into your grandson's wife's bed in the middle of the night, aren't you?" I'm telling you, you have to keep an eye on that granddaughter-in-law of yours. I've seen her sneaking peeks up the mountain these few days, so I'm afraid she's just thinking about the little white dragon. " Hearing this, the old man who was reminiscing about the little white dragon's fireworks before chuckled.

"Get lost!" Old Wang cursed angrily and took a long drag from his cigarette. He glanced at the elders around him and laughed, "Which one of you dares to say that when the white dragon was on the mountain, it did not climb over your wall in the middle of the night?!"

Hearing Old Wang's words, the old locust tree immediately burst into laughter. As Old Wang had said, that little bastard was indeed restless. Although his heart wasn't bad, the fact that he liked to flip over walls really made him unhappy.

"Sigh, that little bastard is indeed a bastard. However, we can be considered to be his friends by saying a few words while touching our conscience. After all these years, we have truly missed him, even though we haven't seen him for a long time." Old Wang slowly exhaled as he gently knocked on the pipe, muttering to himself.

As the sound of his voice faded, silence reigned under the locust tree. A few sighs could be seen on the faces of the group of old men. Their eyes were filled with nostalgia. Just as Old Wang had said, that little bastard was really able to tie down people's hearts and make them worry about him.

But after a year, when he was one year old and one year old, when half of his feet had stepped into the coffin, he would never have the chance to see that little bastard again in this lifetime. He would never be able to use a walking stick to drive that brat off the wall again.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, who knows where that little bastard is now. We old things think of him, but he doesn't think of us in the gentle countryside. "After the end of the year, the broken Taoist temple on the mountain will be torn down. You all take good care of your kids and don't let them make trouble on the mountain!" Old Wang shook his head with a wry smile. He cleaned the ashes off the cigarette ash in the smoke pot and shakily put the cigarette pouch back onto his waist.

At this moment, in the dusk at the village entrance, several long car whistles could be heard. After that, four shiny cars with nameless carts hung from them as they drove slowly along the rugged mountain road.

"These people who entered the mountain are really shameful. They didn't walk such a wide path, and yet they came to our place. Aren't they afraid of killing Qing Miao …" The elderly people could not help but shake their heads and mutter as they watched the few cars drive towards the village entrance.

"Old Wang, if I were to say so, who knows if there's a little white dragon on this cart." The old man who had been reminiscing about the fireworks looked at Old Wang with a mischievous smile. "Hurry home and take care of your grandson's wife. Don't let her come out."

"Old Li, you motherf * cker! If this is a little white dragon, I'll chop off its head and let you kick it like a ball!" Old Wang disdainfully scolded, shook his head, and sighed, "I'm afraid that those people are trying to tear that broken Taoist temple apart. Hurry back and persuade the younger generation at home. "Don't let them be hot-blooded. Take those guys and go up the mountain and fight with those green-skinned men!"

Even though he said those words, Old Wang's feet felt like they were rooted to the ground. Moreover, a baleful aura that did not match his age was revealed in his eyes. It was as if he wanted to properly point out those people in the disgusting car that Mother Sun scolded Father.

"The air in the mountains is really good. It's been a long time since I've breathed in such fresh air." He Jia Er greedily breathed in the fresh air outside the window, then turned to look at Lin Bai, who seemed to be deep in thought. He mischievously asked, "Tell me, how did such a wicked fellow like you get raised in such a beautiful place …"

Lin Bai smiled but did not reply. His eyes were glued to the window. Although they had parted ways for a long time, every blade of grass and tree seemed to have taken root in his heart. Whether it was a stinky ditch or a tiled house, they were all filled with an indescribable familiarity.

Rather than saying that this was the place where Lin Bai had become his disciple, it would be more accurate to say that this was his true hometown. His childhood, his youth, had been spent in this remote village, where every inch of land had left his footprints.

Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, Lin Bai felt that it was both unfamiliar and familiar. The village was still the same as before. Had everything on the mountain changed again? Was the broken Dao Palace hidden within the green grass still the same as before?

"There are a lot of people standing under that old locust tree, pointing and pointing at us. Do you know them?" While Lin Bai was lost in his thoughts, He Jia Er looked out of the window a few times before turning to Lin Bai and asked.

Lin Bai looked outside the window with some doubts. He didn't expect that he would actually arrive at this place so soon, and that he would meet so many familiar people! Rubbing his eyes, a smile that had never appeared on Lin Bai ever since he left Hong Kong Island bloomed on his face. Under He Jia Er's exclamation, he opened the car door and jumped out.

"This boy …" Old Man Liu, who was at the back of the convoy, slowly shook his head as he watched Lin Bai rolling towards the village, a knowing smile on his face.

He did not forget his roots. He was a son of the Old Liu Family! Old Man Liu twisted his beard and nodded, smiling incessantly. Back then, after he fought in the martial arts world, he had also jumped off the bus like a little kid. He wished that he could run to those old acquaintances of his in just a few steps.

"This thunder is the first to strike. Before even entering the mountain, you've already gone crazy. It's best if you fall down and eat sh * t, and drown in a stinky ditch!" Looking at Lin Bai's figure jumping off the car, Old Wang twitched his mouth, reached for a handful of tobacco, and stuffed it into the pipe. He took a deep breath and scolded, "Look at this, don't tell me you want to tear down our village as well."

"This bastard, he won't die from the fall!" Old Li nodded his head in agreement with Old Wang's words. After nodding his head a few times, he rubbed his eyes, and looked suspiciously at the figure that was approaching them: "Why is that brat so resistant to falls, to the point where the couplet doesn't shake when it lands on the ground?" "Wait, why do I think that person looks like a little white dragon?"

"I think your heart is going to crawl into the crotch of the little white dragon. I'll talk about it later!" Old Wang disdainfully glanced at Old Li's head, but he also looked towards Lin Bai with a skeptical look. After which, he said with some surprise: "Don't tell me that this body, this appearance and the way he walks are really similar to that little white dragon bastard. It can't be that it's really him, right?"