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Chapter 35 Not a local

Zhou Bo nodded, and said thoughtfully:

"This was arranged by Elder Wu, and there are reasons why we cannot interfere."

Remember, although we come from Yundu and are respected as cultivators, we can't interfere in everything. People from every place have their own ideas.

Things that concern us must be clarified, but things that don't concern us should be handled with care. People may not say what they mean, but who knows what they might be thinking?

If this leads to conflict, or even incites hostility and malice, it will not only bring trouble upon ourselves, but also cause unnecessary trouble for our university and family.

Don't think I'm being long-winded. These are all my experiences from being away from home, and they're just the tip of the iceberg. If I really wanted to talk about them, I could go on for a whole night.

Moreover, ultimately, you have to figure these things out for yourselves. No matter how much I remind you, whether you can truly internalize them depends on yourselves.

Upon hearing this, junior brother Zhang Yuan took a deep breath and silently memorized these words.

Although Senior Brother Zhou can be a bit talkative at times, his nagging and advice are invaluable experience for newbies like him and Junior Sister Zhou.

"Thank you, senior brother."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said something very solemnly.

Zhou Bo glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

The three continued to fly back and forth over Zulu Village. After some time, Zhou Bo said:

"That's about it. Now let's start cross-patrols along the routes we practiced before. You all know what to do if we spot anything."

Junior Brother Zhang Yuan and Junior Sister Zhou nodded in unison.

Zhou Bo nodded as well:

"Alright, go ahead."

After saying this, the three suddenly separated and flew off in different directions.

at the same time.

on the ground.

The villagers of Zulu Village also returned to their homes one after another, and as Wu Lao had instructed, they kept their doors closed and did not go out.

The people arranged by Old Wu also began patrolling the area around the village.

After everything was arranged, the once bustling village gradually returned to calm, leaving only Old Wu standing alone in the village square, gazing at the dying campfire, lost in thought.

After a moment, Old Wu came to his senses, raised his head, and gazed deeply into the direction of the east end of the village.

...

The night grew deeper.

The figures of the three cultivators moved back and forth in the night sky, silently surveying the entire Zulu Village area.

Around the village, patrolling villagers hung lanterns and torches every few dozen meters on the fence at the edge of the village, illuminating the entire surrounding area.

And at that very moment.

Old Wu was seen alone, carrying a lantern in one hand and a wine jar and a bag of food in the other, walking through the village and arriving at the sentry post at the east end of the village.

Xu Lun leaned against the back of the sentry post, his head drooping to one side, his mouth open, drooling, fast asleep.

Old Wu stepped forward, raised his lantern, and illuminated the other person's face:

"Wake up, kid!"

Xu Lun did not react.

Old Wu snorted coldly, then kicked it with his foot.

"Huh...what...what's wrong again...?"

Xu Lun slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and saw the sinister old face above the lantern, which startled him!

"Holy crap!?"

He instinctively rolled to the side, instantly creating distance.

Seeing this, Old Wu was both amused and exasperated, but still praised him:

"You're quick on the uptake, kid. You've got some nerve, sleeping here like this. Are you afraid of an old man like me?"

Xu Lun looked closely and realized that it was the old man surnamed Wu from the village, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good heavens, it's you! I thought I'd run into a ghost..."

On the surface, Old Wu remained calm, but in his heart, he had already made his judgment:

"This young man is definitely not from Zulu Village..."

The reason is simple: if it were someone from the village, they would never speak to him in such a tone.

Everyone in Zulu Village knew Wu Xianzong's identity and status better than anyone else, except for that idiot chieftain, of course...

Old Wu came to his senses, smiled, stuck the lantern on the grass wall of the sentry post, and then sat down on the ground, placing the jar of old wine and the wrapped food on Xu Lun's straw mat.

"This jar of Daughter's Red wine... I've treasured it for almost thirty years... but that idiot drank most of it tonight... so there's only a little left, you can have a taste."

As he spoke, he slowly unfolded the packaged food.

"There's still some grilled wild boar here. You probably haven't had any tonight, right? Here, take it and eat. These are all the best parts, specially saved for you."

After saying that, he picked up a piece of roasted wild boar meat, which looked like a rib bone, and handed it to Xu Lun.

However, Xu Lun remained squatting in place, not immediately going to take it, looking at Old Deng across from him with a suspicious expression.

Old Wu laughed: "What? Afraid I'll poison you? Young man, so wary..."

He took the grilled pufferfish rib strip, held it up to his face, aimed at the crispy outside and tender inside of the pufferfish meat, took a bite, and started tearing it apart.

Xu Lun did not dismiss his suspicions, and continued to stare at the other party, coldly saying:

"I don't even know you. What's your purpose in coming to me for a late-night snack in the middle of the night?"

Old Wu smiled without saying a word, continuing to chew the meat heartily. After a while, he suddenly said:

"You're not from around here, are you?"

Xu Lun was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered and smiled:

"That's right."

He didn't deny it. Old Deng had come to him for drinks and a chat in the middle of the night out of the blue, which meant he had come prepared, so there was no need for him to deny it.

"How did you know?" Xu Lun asked.

Old Wu picked up the wine jar, poured some wine into his bowl, took a sniff, and said with a smile:

"This is probably the last jar of 30-year-old Daughter's Red wine. What a pity..."

He didn't respond to Xu Lun's words. At this moment, Old Wu seemed to be completely immersed in the atmosphere filled with the aroma of wine.

He carefully held the bowl to his lips, took a small sip, then carefully put the bowl down before sighing and saying:

"Do you know how many years I've been here... how many people live in Zulu Village... what they do... none of this can escape my eyes..."

Xu Lun understood. That made sense. This old man was clearly not a simple person. He had been in the village for many years, and even the burly chieftain was afraid of him. So how could the other party not recognize him when a strange face suddenly appeared in the village?

Xu Lun lowered his guard, moved forward a bit, reached out and grabbed the wine jar, pouring some for himself as well.