Xiao Potian couldn't help but frown. He was originally full of respect for Ji Wuyun, but now he is dissatisfied.

Because he could choose this kind of illegal modern society lifestyle, but he had no right to make such a choice for these children. There is no doubt that these children had never seen anyone outside the ancient alley.

The world is so big, but it has locked these children in such a small space. Xiao Potian felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Not to mention those children, even those young people felt like they suddenly broke into the house when they saw Xiao Potian and the others. They looked at Xiao Potian and the others with alert eyes, and many of them even went home to pick up hoes and machetes.

At this moment, several young men rushed over quickly, pointed their swords at Xiao Potian and the others and shouted loudly: "Where did you come from? What do you want to come here for?"

"May I ask, is Mr. Ji Wuyun here?" Although he was dissatisfied with the impolite behavior of these people, Xiao Potian still said very politely.

"Bold, you can't call the name of the lane leader. Come on, beat them down first." The young man in the lead waved the sickle in his hand and shouted loudly.

A group of young people rushed towards Xiao Potian and the others. Without waiting for Xiao Potian and Murong Piaopiao to fight, Zhao Jin rushed over with one step, snatched the weapons in the hands of those guys in a few seconds and threw them on the ground with force.

"Tell me that your alley chief is Zhao Jin, Zhao Tianming's grandson. When I was a child, I saw your alley chief and said I wanted to see him and discuss important things with him." Zhao Jin said.

"Zhao Jin, is Zhao Tianming good?" At this moment, an old voice came from a tree not far from Zhao Jin.

Xiao Potian thought someone was hiding behind the tree, so he flashed over and saw something similar to a trumpet hanging on the tree. There was a thin film as thin as a cicada's wing on the surface, and a thin line at the tail of the trumpet, which went straight down the trunk to the ground.

Xiao Potian thought it was a cable at first, but he thought to himself, wasn’t Ji Wuyun refusing to use things from modern society? Why did he use more high-tech communication equipment?

When he touched the thin thread with his hand, he realized that he had misunderstood Ji Wuyun. Ji Wuyun was not using a thin thread, but a thin and tough hemp rope.

Xiao Potian suddenly burst into laughter. Isn’t this the kind of rustic phone I played in childhood? A person as awesome as Ji Wuyun actually uses such a low-level thing.

Facing Ji Wuyun's question, Zhao Jin looked confused and didn't know who to speak to. When a young man saw him like this, he couldn't help but laugh loudly: "It's really a rustic bun who has never seen the world. Just talk to the air."

Zhao Jin hugged his fists in the air and said loudly: "Thank you for your concern for Senior Ji. My grandfather passed away many years ago, and my father passed away a few years ago."

"Don't have to be so loud, I can hear it. For the sake of Zhao Tianming being kind to me, you can't break my formation, you don't have to meet you anymore. This little thing shows your apology to your grandfather back then." As soon as Ji Wuyun finished speaking, a huge bird flew over slowly and landed directly on Zhao Jin's shoulder. Zhao Jin touched it with his hand and it turned out to be a wooden bird.

Two balls of paper were spit out from the wooden bird's mouth, and Zhao Jin slowly unfolded, which was a dense drawing.

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Chapter completed!