The Taoist priest insisted on crossing the bridge and entering the village.
Song Yijin and Jiang Xiaobao also decided to follow. They also knew that this trip was risky. Although they were modern people who had traveled through time, after all, in the current reality, they were facing extremely vicious situations. Jin soldiers, these Jin soldiers did all kinds of evil to the people of Song Dynasty.
If something goes wrong, then their bodies will end here and they will not be able to return to the future world.
After all the golden soldiers and horses had crossed the bridge, the three of them kept a distance and followed quietly.
Suddenly seeing two men from the Jin soldiers returning to their horses, Song Yijin quickly pulled the Taoist priest and Jiang Xiaobao aside, but at a glance, because it was a plain area and the rice fields were still short, there was no place to hide.
At this point it was too late to run under the river embankment.
Seeing that the two golden soldiers are getting closer and closer, you will find them if you go up a little further.
"What should I do?" Jiang Xiaobao was very nervous. He made a fist with his right hand and kept pounding the palm of his left hand. Big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He didn't want to be captured by the golden man.
However, the Taoist priest was not in a hurry and was as steady as a mountain. He urged them, "You run back. The poor Taoist said that he was going to the village to do the work, and planned to hold them back."
" I'm afraid not. Taoist priest, I'd like to lend you my Taoist robe." Song Yijin said.
The Taoist priest took off his Taoist robe. Song Yijin asked the Taoist priest and Jiang Xiaobao to each grab one end. He immediately activated the invisibility technique in the middle. To the Taoist priest's surprise, the Taoist robe disappeared, and so did the two people.
They can only see themselves, not their robes, nor others.
Now, the Taoist priest believed that Song Yijin, a modern man more than 800 years later, was no longer simple.
"Hold on to your Taoist robes and don't let go. Once you let go, we will show up." Song Yijin said softly.
Jiang Xiaobao was worried, "I feel like I'm standing naked on the roadside. I can see myself. Are you sure the golden man can't see me?"
"Don't Talk, they are coming," Song Xiaobao said softly.
Sure enough, the two golden men did not notice them. They rode their horses quickly past, stopped at the wooden bridge, and went down to the bridge.
Only the sound of wood blowing was heard, and not long after, the wooden bridge collapsed with a crash.
"This is cutting off the retreat. Why?" Jiang Xiaobao was puzzled. Why did the Jin soldiers destroy the wooden bridge? How would they go back then?
"Hey, this is not cutting off the escape route. They should be preventing the villagers from escaping. They may have made a big move." The Taoist priest's eyes were full of gloom again.
With the invisibility robes, the three people followed Jin Bing openly, and they followed so close that they could vaguely hear their voices.
As the ancestor of the Manchu people, Jin Bing at this time actually spoke Chinese.
They also heard clearly that they had found HuangGold Guardian, find the words gold.
Song Yijin guessed that these Jin men also came to look for ten thousand tons of gold, but they were not called Wan tons.
When one mile away from the village entrance, the leader of the Jin soldiers began to assign tasks, sending forty leading men, in groups of two, with weapons to quickly surround the village and guard the entrance and exit of the village. , prohibiting any villager from going out.
The other troops then entered the village.
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"Is the gold they are looking for the 10,000 tons of gold we are looking for? What does the 10,000 tons of gold have to do with this village?" Song Yijin thought to himself.
This concentrated village is not small, with two to three hundred households. The houses are all beautifully built, which shows that it is relatively wealthy.
The three people followed him all the way to the entrance of the village.
There is also a wooden plank bridge at the entrance of the village. All the Jin Bing's horses are tied up in the open space here. The bridge deck is wider than the one that was destroyed before.
After all the golden soldiers passed, the three of them crossed the bridge. But as soon as he walked to the bridge, Song Yijin began to wonder, why is this scene so familiar?
One scene after another flashed through his mind, and he suddenly froze.
Yes, the river in the Third Production Team is very similar to here. Along the river bank, there are villages on the other side of the bridge. The terrain is so strange!
"Oh my god, this is an old river clam, a foreigner with a crooked mouth!" Song Yijin said, the hand holding the Taoist robe almost slipped out of excitement. This terrain is the shape of a huge river clam with an outer mouth. , especially the mound is a symbol, which is said to be made of glutinous rice and yellow mud for military purposes.
Jiang Xiaobao's heart skipped a beat and his blood pressure rose. He believed in Song Yijin's judgment. He had been to the land of the third production team several times. Except for the wooden bridge, everything else looked similar, even though it had been a long time. It has been many years, but the appearance has probably not changed.
"No, cousin, we actually traveled to Laowaizui Village in the Southern Song Dynasty, which is your old village! How is this possible? Is this reality or a dream?" Jiang Xiaobao didn't know what to do. Done, he would rather it still be a dream now.
Even Song Yijin couldn’t believe that this was the Laowaizui Village in history.
It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not, but in fact this terrain is indeed the land of the Third Production Team of Sanguan New Village, the historical site of Laowaizui Village.
The two of them looked at the Taoist priest at the same time, their eyes wide open and their pupils dilated. Could it be that this person in front of them was the Taoist priest who rescued the villagers? Sanguan Zhenren?
"Taoist Priest, are you Master Sanguan?" Song Yijin asked tentatively.
"What? I am just a wandering Taoist, how dare you call me a real person!" said the Taoist priest.
Up to this point, they completely believed what the Taoist priest said about the color of blood and light.think. The tragedy that happened in the ancient village of Laowaizui in history is about to happen.
All the villagers will be gathered in the village square, and the golden soldiers will force them to hand over the members of the golden guardian family, otherwise they will massacre all the villagers.
"Taoist priest, do you know what is going to happen in this village today?" Song Yijin asked.
"This is the purpose of Pindao coming here. I only see that the weather here is different, but I can't figure out what will happen here." The Taoist said.
Jiang Xiaobao asked, "Can I use a clay mirror to see?"
"A clay mirror can only know the past, but it cannot peek into the heavens or predict the future." The Taoist shook his head and said, " However, if this is the case, your ancestors are in this village!"
"Without further ado, let's go into the village!" Song Yijin pursed his lips tightly, feeling nervous at this time. I know who the ancestors of the Song family who lived in Shaoxing for thirteen years are and whether they are in this village.
However, when I was a child, I heard from my great-grandfather that the family business of his ancestors in ancient times was very big and they ran a rice store, but they didn’t specify which dynasty it was from, so now he is not sure about the Song family in the village. What does it look like, and who are the current ancestors?
But as modern people, can what has happened in history be changed? This is not a plot that can be arranged by writing a novel, but something that has really happened. Can it be changed?
Can this be prevented?