With the sound of the horn, the hunt officially begins. Under the surveillance of the Black Tower Family, the four young masters and twenty people walked towards their assigned directions.
Wu Gen and Yang Zheng did not leave, hiding on the hill beside the basin to spy on the camp.
"Isn't that the boy who asked for medicine on Yingke Island?" Yang Zheng followed Wu Gen's eyes and said in surprise.
"Yes, it's him. Unexpectedly, he ended up here and was bought by the Mo Zhi family. But it's good, it saves us looking for him." Wu Gen looked at Zeng Fenshen with some emotion. A young man seeking medicine.
Yang Zheng glanced at Wu Gen strangely, "I think you are quite interested in him, but what are your thoughts."
Wu Gen casually pulled out a grass stem from the ground, held it in his mouth, and sighed, "Yang Zheng, you have some feelings about the military training during this period."
"Tired." Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng became very angry. "These stupid pigs learn everything slowly. They can't even tell the difference between left and right. Sometimes I get angry and wish I could kill them." Shoot them all to death."
Yang Zheng suddenly turned his head, with a surprised look on his face, "You don't want this kid to help train troops, do you?"
"Why not? He is from the army after all. Is it possible that he needs two swords like the two of us to catch him? You are willing to do it, but I am not willing to do it."
Wu Gen spat out the grass stems in his mouth and said, "Getting him out can only be done with a helping hand. Moreover, there will be more and more people under his command in the future, so there must be someone to control him."
"The purpose of helping the Qi family and Baili family this time is to allow them to give us a shelter to protect the human race living in Kuntian Continent." Looking at the cages in the camp, Wu Gen found that compared with when he first arrived, Four of them are already empty, so the people imprisoned in them must have died. "Let's go and meet the Mo Zhi family."
The two walked out of the hiding place and hurried quietly towards the direction Mo Zhicheng left.
On the winding mountain road, Mo Zhicheng was riding on a horse with a long bow on his waist. He glanced at the people accompanying the Heita family with a gloomy expression.
I just tried to bribe this person, but I didn't expect that he was rejected. Whatever happened to the Heita family, sooner or later, they would be pushed down from their position of ten thousand households and trampled under their feet.
In front of us is a stretch of rolling hills, with not very lush vegetation. After many years of hunting, as long as you don't go deep into the mountains, there are no large beasts in the mountains.
If you want to win this hunt, you have to hunt some strange and exotic beasts, so that you have a better chance of winning.
Mo Zhicheng's eyes were red, and the veins on his arms were beating. In the past two days, in order to improve his cultivation as quickly as possible, he had devoured four tailless sheep in succession, leaving him with a surplus of essence in his body.
Feeling the restless energy and blood in his body, Mo Zhicheng suppressed the urge to shoot the Heita family's entourage on the spot, dismounted from his horse with force, and took the lead to walk deep into the mountain.
The surrounding guards kept some distance from it. Everyone knew that every time a tailless sheep was eaten, the young master would become manic and ferocious. If he was not careful, he would be whipped or killed.
Over the years, not only have many tailless sheep been killed by it, but even the souls of shepherds and slaves have died under its sword.
On the cliff in the distance, a triangular sheep appeared. While eating moss on the stone edge, it looked at Mo Zhicheng and his party curiously.
Although the triangle sheep usually eats grass, not many wild animals dare to provoke it in this mountain. Without it, there are three sharp horns on the top of the head that are three feet long, hooves as sharp as blades, and a body that is one foot tall. Together, these are enough to scare off many predators.
The key is that triangle sheep often live in groups. Once frightened, they will swarm up and trample people to death if they are not killed.
This sheep is extremely difficult to catch and has a strong desire for revenge. It often lives in dangerous places and walks on cliffs as if walking on flat ground. Hunters in the mountains generally do not dare to provoke such ferocious beasts, for fear of causing trouble to their villages.
Mo Zhicheng glanced at the three-horned sheep high up, raised his bow and shot, but the arrow turned around and fell far away from the prey.
The triangle sheep looked at the people at the foot of the mountain with disdain, snorted and kicked a rock down. Soon, bursts of roaring echoed across the valley.
Looking at the unscrupulous beasts high up, Mo Zhicheng's temples were pounding, and his gloomy eyes swept around like poisonous snakes. The guards immediately became busy. Some were arranging their bows and arrows, while others were staring blankly into the distance. They just didn't dare to look in the direction of Mo Zhicheng, lest they be spotted by him.
The further you go into the mountains, the more prey you find at your feet. Both the guards and Mo Zhicheng had hunted some prey. It's just that they are all rabbits, badgers and the like, and these can only be counted as a fraction in the final reckoning.
The sky was getting dusk, and when I was feeling that my luck was going to be bad today, a white fox suddenly appeared in the distance, disappearing in a flash and moving very fast. Judging from his body shape, he must have lived for many years. There is a human touch in his behavior, and he seems to have regained his consciousness.
What a great opportunity, Mo Zhicheng was secretly happy to have such a white fox, which was worth ten ordinary prey. "Drive." Without waiting to greet the guards, he urged his horse to catch up.
When everyone behind him saw this, they secretly complained in their hearts. Mountain roads hurt horses, this is a truth that every rider knows. Rocks, dry vines, and shallow pits can all make a good horse unable to gallop again.
But the young master in front of him obviously didn't think about this. He just urged him to dismount, for fear of losing the white fox.
The horse team gradually entered the mountain with chaotic steps. There is no road on the mountain, so we need to find a way, so the speed naturally gradually slows down.
The white fox moved around in the mountains, leaping from trees to rocks, so nimble. If the cavalry stops, they will stop and watch for a moment, shaking their huge tails from time to time. The meaning of mockery should not be too obvious.
Mo Zhicheng was furious and swung the whip in his hand, showing no pity for the horse beneath him. A guard followed up cautiously, "Young Master, the mountain road is rugged and it is easy for a horse to stumble, so why not..."
"Why not." Mo Zhicheng turned his head sharply, his eyes were blood red, and interrupted the guard, "If the horse is not good, why don't you abandon the horse and chase me. A bunch of losers, if they lose to someone else this time, look If I don’t peel off your skin, why don’t you hurry up and chase after me.”
When the guard saw his young master getting angry, he no longer dared to say anything and had to follow carefully. While running, Mo Zhicheng's horse neighed. The horse's leg was caught by a dead tree, and both the man and the horse were thrown out.
The guards not far behind were shocked and quickly rode forward to check Mo Zhicheng's situation. If the young master is allowed to stay here today, they don't need to go back to Mo Zhi's house, they can just go wandering somewhere else.
Fortunately, Mo Zhicheng fell off the horse, and because one foot was still hanging in the stirrup, it happened to fall on the horse. Apart from a slight limp on one foot and some scratches on his body, there was nothing serious.
Seeing the guards gathered around, an inexplicable fire surged from his heart. Mo Zhicheng picked up a riding crop and hit these people on the head and face, "A bunch of useless trash, I don't know what they are raising at home, if I had known Bringing a few more hunting dogs is better than you."
The guards endured the pain on their bodies, but did not dare to dodge. This young master can only stop when he has vented enough. If he disobeys him at this time, the end may be even worse.
"Young Master Mo Cheng, hunting matters are more important. We might as well deal with punishing the slaves later." The people accompanying the Heita family saw that Mo Zhicheng was getting more and more outrageous and couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him.
After hearing this, Mo Zhicheng dropped the whip in his hand. The violence in his eyes could hardly be concealed, and he showed the people of the Heita family a smile that was uglier than crying.
Suddenly, Mo Zhicheng pulled out a long arrow and walked to his horse, which was lying on the side with a broken leg. He thrust his hand down hard and inserted the long arrow into the horse's eye. Blood flew out and covered Mo Zhicheng's body and face.
After a scream, the horse twitched twice and died on the spot.
Seeing this tragic situation, the people from the Heita family frowned slightly, as if they were a little dissatisfied with Mo Zhicheng's actions.
Mo Zhicheng wiped the blood from his face, pointed at the horse on the ground and shook his head: "This horse is already disabled. Rather than letting it suffer, it is better to give it relief." Turning to look at a guard, "Give me your horse."
The guard did not dare to neglect and quickly gave up his horse to Mo Zhicheng. Next, you can only rely on your own two legs to keep up. Don't expect this young master to be considerate of you.
In the distance, the hateful white fox poked its head out from behind the tree again, scratching its head leisurely with its paws.
"I don't believe in this evil anymore. After I catch you, I will make a good deal with you to satisfy the hatred in my heart." Mo Zhicheng's teeth itched with hatred and he took out a paper crane from a brocade bag on his waist.
After chanting a few words softly, the paper crane flew up from his hand and flew straight into the air. When it reached the sky above the white fox, it kept circling and observing the movements on the ground.
The white fox noticed the movement above his head, raised his head and looked into the air, looking at this uninvited guest with some doubts.
Suddenly, the paper crane roared and swooped down, almost as fast as an arrow.
The white fox was startled and quickly jumped to one side. The paper crane landed directly where it was standing.
There was a loud bang, and a big crater was blown out of the ground. The air waves rolled around, the grass, trees and rocks on the ground flew everywhere, and the white fox was knocked out.
Seeing that this method was effective, Mo Zhicheng couldn't help laughing, and took out the paper cranes one after another, and threw them out one after another. At the same time, he stepped up his horses to catch up, vowing to capture this hateful white fox.
The white fox jumped left and right, avoiding the paper cranes in the air, looking quite embarrassed. Sometimes when he was running in a hurry, this white fox stood up and ran forward.
Seeing this strange scene, Mo Zhicheng shouted: "This fox has almost transformed. I will surround it from left to right and block it until I finish it."
The guards looked at the hillsides on both sides and were a little speechless. In such a small area, how could they surround it from left to right? It would be impossible to move forward along the slopes on both sides. In desperation, they had no choice but to pass Mo Zhicheng one by one and chase the white fox that was running away crazily.
Gradually, the group of people entered a long canyon, which was quite narrow and could only accommodate one person walking forward at the same time. When the white fox arrived here, it suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the dark night in a few seconds.
Mo Zhicheng was furious and was about to order everyone to separate and search. Seeing that it was already dark, the people of the Heita family persuaded Mo Zhicheng to rest for the time being so that he would not have to compete with an animal.
Due to the other party's face, Mo Zhicheng had no choice but to withdraw his life. Seeing that there was no other place to go, he simply found a slightly more spacious place in the valley, set up camp, buried a pot for cooking, and then scolded the guards again.
"Bah, bah, bah." Behind the mountain on one side of the valley, Wu Gen took off his white fox fur and spat a few mouthfuls of saliva. The smell of the newly killed white fox skin is very touching. If it had been worn for a longer time, Wu Gen might not have been able to faint from the body odor.
It turns out that the white fox who teased Mo Zhicheng along the way was played by Wu Gen. Even this fox fur was obtained by hunting and killing a white fox.
"How are you? You're not hurt?" Yang Zheng emerged from the hiding place and asked with concern as he looked at the large and small holes in the white fox's skin.
"It's okay, it just smells a bit unpleasant." Wu Gen took a few deep breaths of cool air to drive away the dizziness, "Everything is ready."
"Ready." Yang Zheng carefully took out a well-sealed leather bag, "This thing is so precious, it would be a pity to use it on this kid. It's better to kill him in the dark while the other person is resting."
Wu Gen put the skin bag on his body and said, "It's better not to do it or not. We finally led them into this canyon, which is a good place for an ambush. Moreover, if we do it, the Mo Zhi family will inevitably find out about it afterwards." , causing unnecessary trouble. I'm going, you act according to the circumstances."
Saying that, Wu Gen did not rest and hurriedly climbed towards the top of the mountain in the night.
