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Qin Fang and the others set off from the city and drove into the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they had to get off and walk into the mountain. Originally, there was a bus route into the mountain, but that bus only ran once every three days. They really couldn't wait, so they had to walk into the mountain.
Qin Fang originally planned to buy or rent an off-road vehicle, but Auntie Song and Uncle Wen both smiled bitterly and refused, which made Qin Fang a little depressed.
In Qin Fang's opinion, since there was a bus going into the mountain, no matter how bad the road was, the off-road vehicle's performance was much better than the bus's.
But when he really walked on this road, Qin Fang really realized how bad this road was — even if he drove in a Hummer, he probably couldn't withstand this road.
This couldn't be considered a road at all. There was almost no place on the ground that was intact. It was just some gravel — not the kind of small gravel, but many of them were as big as a fist, and the edges and corners were quite clear.
The mountain road had nine twists and turns. In front of them was a lush mountain, and next to it might be a deep cliff. Walking on the passage that was only about two meters wide, they would occasionally brush past the ox and donkey carts that passed by here …
On such a road, it was useless to drive any car. If they were not careful, they might be hit by a sharp stone, and the whole car would directly fall off the cliff and die without a burial place.
The destination was deep in the mountain, hundreds of miles away from the foot of the mountain. According to the speed of walking, it would take more than a day, so they still needed to rest somewhere in the mountain for a night before continuing to set off to reach the destination the next day.
The Wen couple didn't have much trouble. Auntie Song grew up in the mountain. Although she had been in the city for decades, she had to go back to her mother's house every year to visit, so it wasn't too difficult for her to walk this road. Uncle Wen was a police officer and a martial artist. He once flew hundreds of miles to chase fugitives. Although the mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on, it wasn't difficult for him.
There was no need to mention Qin Fang and Song Qingshan. Although such a mountain road was not as easy as walking on flat ground for them, it was not much different. Coupled with their powerful Genuine Qi and long Qi meridians, they were even more relaxed than the Wen couple.
The only one who was suffering was Wen Yan. She hadn't been in the mountains many times since she was born. Although she liked to exercise, such a long mountain road was also a kind of torture for her.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go into the mountains. It was mainly because some of the rules in the mountains were very inhumane. Auntie Song came from the mountains and didn't want her daughter to be treated like those women in the clan.
If it weren't for the fact that the old lady was dying and wanted to see her granddaughter very much, she wouldn't have let Wen Yan enter the mountain.
"Come on up, I'll carry you …"
Seeing Wen Yan's exhausted appearance, Qin Fang couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He immediately stopped and said to Wen Yan. The mountain road was still very far, and only like this could she persevere.
"Yes!"
Wen Yan didn't refuse. She nodded very obediently and immediately lay on Qin Fang's back, allowing Qin Fang to carry her delicate buttocks.
"Xiao Qin …"
When Auntie Song saw this scene, she opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Uncle Wen next to her pulled her clothes and shook his head. This made her swallow the second half of the sentence abruptly.
"Auntie Song, what's wrong?
Is there a problem? "
Although Uncle Wen stopped them, Qin Fang's hearing was very good, so he immediately asked curiously.
"Ai, in this mountain, the status of women is not high. The authority of men is sacred. Things like carrying a woman … You can carry her for a while. If you get close to any tribe, quickly put Xiao Yan down. Otherwise, someone may snatch the bride!"
Auntie Song looked at her husband next to her and said with a bitter smile.
Obviously, the tribesmen in the depths of the mountain were very backward, and their thinking was very rigid. Some things were very unreasonable in the eyes of outsiders.
For example, carrying a woman on his back was something that was not allowed in many tribes. If a man did this, he would lose all status in the tribe, and the woman would be severely punished. In severe cases, many men in the tribe would even take turns to humiliate her …
Of course, this was a long time ago, and now there were some slight changes.
Some tribes allowed men to carry women, but the person carrying them was usually the woman's father or brother. As long as the tribe saw it, it meant that the woman was going to marry, and the men in the tribe could snatch this wife by snatching the bride …
If they were lucky, they would snatch her back and make her the main wife; if they were unlucky, she might become the seventh concubine or eighth concubine …
(The author made it up for the plot, so please don't take it seriously)
So when Auntie Song saw Qin Fang carrying Wen Yan, she had something to say. Otherwise, Uncle Wen was Wen Yan's father. How could he bear to see his precious daughter suffer like this on the mountain road?
"Don't worry, Auntie Song. No one can snatch her away!"
Hearing Aunt Song's explanation, Qin Fang and Song Qingshan looked at each other and smiled. They didn't care at all. With their strength, no one could touch them unless there was a master at the Grandmaster Realm in the mountain tribe.
Of course, if they wanted to cultivate to the supreme power level, they were already in their seventies or eighties. Who would snatch a wife?
What's more, although the supreme power level was terrifying, if they really pissed off Qin Fang, he would directly bombard him with bombs. The people in the mountains were very backward, and they probably didn't even know what bombs were.
If they didn't know about bombs, they naturally wouldn't take precautions. Qin Fang's bombs were all made by the bomb maniac Cao Chun himself, and their power was quite terrifying. If people gathered together, it was easy to blow up hundreds of people at a time.
Of course, Qin Fang was not so cruel. These bombs were mainly for deterrence, not for killing.
"Xiao Qin, you still have to listen to me …"
Auntie Song was obviously not very relieved. She felt that Qin Fang had not seen the barbarism of the mountain people and did not know how powerful they were. That was why he said such words. If it really happened, it would not be good.
No matter what, they still had to hurry on with their journey. They continued to walk forward. On the way, they naturally saw many people in the mountains. When they saw Qin Fang carrying Wen Yan on his back, many people pointed at them and seemed to be discussing something.
The people in these tribes did not speak Mandarin. They all spoke the mountain dialect or the tribal language. Qin Fang could not understand a word, but Auntie Song could. She became more and more worried.
The mountain road was getting more and more rugged, and the road was becoming more and more like a road. They were gradually going deep into the mountains and out of the civilized society outside.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! When they were about a dozen miles away from the tribe where Qin Fang and the others were going to stay for the night, they heard a series of rustling sounds. About a dozen arrows were shot from the cliff next to them, directly blocking the way forward of Qin Fang and the others.
Not only that, soon, they saw about a dozen people holding miaodao, bows and arrows rushing down from the cliff, directly blocking Qin Fang and the other four people's way.
"They are people from the Gelan tribe …"
Auntie Song's expression changed slightly. She said this in a very low voice, mainly to her husband, Uncle Wen.
"Han people?"
The leader was a young man in his twenties. His skin was dark, and there were some very strange patterns on his face. He looked like an American Indian. His clothes were also tattered, but the ornaments on his clothes were very valuable. They seemed to be made of pure gold.
He thought that he would speak the native language that he didn't understand, but he didn't expect this person to speak some simple Chinese, even though his accent was very strange.
"Gelan tribe … You are from the Gelan tribe, right? I am friends with your chief, Baruch …"
Uncle Wen immediately stood up at this time. He first said something in the native language, then started to talk to the young man in Chinese.
"You know my father?"
The young man was also stunned. He looked at Uncle Wen with very doubtful eyes. Obviously, he didn't quite believe it.
"Why haven't I heard him mention this Han person friend of yours?"
"Maybe he forgot, but you can go back and ask him. We have something to do here, let us go first …"
Uncle Wen's expression was a little strange when he heard this. He didn't expect his tone to be so bad. He knew the chief of the Gelan tribe. Back then, the chief went out of the mountain to see the world. In the end, when he went to visit prostitutes, he happened to be caught by Uncle Wen to crack down on prostitution …
"Okay!"
The young chief of the tribe seemed to be quite easy to talk to. He didn't doubt Uncle Wen's words at all and immediately nodded in agreement.
"You can go, but she … must stay!"
However, before the group had time to move, they heard the young chief's next words. "It just so happens that I still lack a Busch (meaning wife), so I will take her back … Tsk tsk, this woman is really good. She is similar to my sister Zhuo Ma!
She is just right for me! "
The young chief was almost directly pointing at Wen Yan, who was lying sadly on Qin Fang's back.
Wen Yan was a rare beauty. Compared to the girls in the mountain tribes, she had the temperament of a city beauty. Coupled with her stunning appearance, the young chief was almost tempted at first sight.
If Wen Yan was walking on the ground at this time, he couldn't do anything even if he was tempted. At most, he would follow Wen Yan and the others to their destination and personally bring the betrothal gifts to ask for her hand in marriage …
However, he didn't expect Wen Yan to be carried on Qin Fang's back. According to the mountain rules, he could kidnap the bride, so he immediately went to the tribe to gather people to kidnap the bride.
"Young chief, this is my daughter. She is a Han person, not a person from the mountain. The mountain rules are useless to her …"
Uncle Wen naturally frowned. He naturally knew the mountain rules, but he didn't expect the young chief to be fooled by him and even play this trick with him.
As he spoke, his hand had already touched his waist. He was worried that something would happen when he entered the mountain, so he deliberately brought a gun in. If he was forced to, he could only shoot in self-defense.
"Once we enter the mountain, we have to follow the mountain rules …"
However, how could the young chief let them go so easily? His eyes were almost fixed on Wen Yan. Although it wasn't to the extent of being blinded by lust, he couldn't move his eyes away.
"What a good 'once we enter the mountain, we have to follow the mountain rules'!"
Qin Fang had been watching coldly from the sidelines. He originally thought that things could be easily passed. He didn't expect this kid to take a fancy to his woman, which naturally made him quite unhappy.
However, he didn't know the mountain rules, so he didn't want to make things too big … But he didn't expect this kid to be so insensible. He actually took a fancy to her.
"You have an opinion?
Then you have to ask the knife in my hand … "
The young chief looked at Qin Fang. In his opinion, Qin Fang was just a thin and tender pretty boy. He couldn't be compared to the strong men in the mountain. His eyes were full of disdain. As he spoke, he shook the miaodao in his hand and said disdainfully.
"Brother Qin Shou, it seems that someone is looking down on us. Teach him a lesson!"
Since the captain was so ignorant, Qin Fang naturally didn't need to be polite with him. He immediately smiled and informed Song Qingshan, who had been silent all this time.
Although Song Qingshan had recovered his memory, the two were still the same as before. Qin Fang still called him Brother Qin Shou, mainly because he was used to it and couldn't change it for a while.
Song Qingshan was not a narrow-minded person. Although he was a little dissatisfied with this matter, the name was just a code. He didn't even know if his surname was Song. It was not a big deal to change his name.
"Leave it to me …"
Song Qingshan nodded and simply snorted. His body moved slightly and immediately charged toward the young chief opposite him.
As he moved, a layer of faint golden light appeared on his body. That was the sign of the Thirteen Guardians Cross Training Golden Bell Shield being activated. The Master-level Thirteen Guardians Cross Training Golden Bell Shield was absolutely invulnerable.
Firearms might not be able to withstand it, but it was more than enough to deal with cold weapons.
"Xiao Qin …"
Auntie Song was anxious when she saw Song Qingshan make a move. She immediately called out to Qin Fang nervously.
In the mountains, violence was not the solution to problems. Sometimes, violence would make things worse. For example, if they didn't control the situation well, the few of them would become enemies with the entire Gelan tribe.
Uncle Wen on the side was similar. He was a policeman and was most afraid of mass incidents, especially ethnic minorities. It was the most troublesome thing for him.
However, the situation in front of him made him quite dissatisfied. This young chief was too insensible. He actually wanted to steal his daughter. He was furious.
However, even if he was angry, he didn't dare to make a big deal out of it. Therefore, when he saw Qin Fang let Song Qingshan make a move, he was very nervous. He had already taken out his gun. If necessary, he would also help …
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