Zhan Changfeng wanted to go hunting and needed some tools, so after leaving the social school, he went directly to the blacksmith shop and explained his purpose to the dark man.
Blacksmith Zhao Laixi hammered the embryo and said without looking back, "Hey, what's the big deal? Just tell me what you want and I'll see if there's anything ready-made."
"That's fine." Zhan Changfeng didn't refuse, and handed the fish he was carrying to the blacksmith's daughter, "I need a hand crossbow, a dagger, and a few animal traps, that's all for now."
Zhao Laixi wiped the sweat from his head and looked at Zhan Changfeng with his hands on his hips, "Students in social studies, there are many wild beasts in the mountains, so don't take risks yourself."
"I'll be careful."
"Oh." Zhao Laixi didn't say much and put down the hammer, "I'll give you a choice."
"Be careful when going into the mountains. You'd better go with the neighbors who are hunting, don't be alone." Zhao Laixi held out a bunch of things, "These guys are all of the best quality, pick the one you like."
Zhan Changfeng picked up a bow, weighed it, and asked casually, "Uncle, what are the rules for entering the mountain? I'm afraid I've violated a taboo."
"You must have asked the right person. I get all the hunting iron tools in our village from me, and I have the most true and false news." Zhao Laixi recalled, "The village is located in the southern part of the Limo Mountains. There are three mountains nearby, except The Qingbai Mountain we are leaning against, there are ferocious beasts hidden in other mountains, it doesn't matter if you hunt on the outside, but if you go deeper, there will be more to say."
"What can you say?"
"People who go into the mountains can encounter strange things. I will tell you about them and you will listen to them as stories."
Zhao Laixi said, "Let's talk about Bijia Mountain first. Many people said they saw the fairy there, but when you hear the fairy calling your name, don't look back. Those who look back will never come out again. There is also the Good Medicine Mountain. Mountain herbs are the most abundant, but before going in, you must first find a flower with white leaves and red meridians to take with you. Legend has it that this flower is a token of the mountain god, which can ensure your safety in and out of the mountain. In addition, hunters must first offer sacrifices to the mountain and take it. You have to give it first, buy some chicken, duck, fish, incense, candles and ingots, and place them at the entrance of the mountain pass to say hello to the mountain god."
"Is this useful?"
"Why is it useless?" Zhao Laixi said mysteriously, "I heard people say that I put things out several times, but when I looked back, they were gone."
Zhan Changfeng thought it was quite interesting, but it was a pity that she had no money to buy sacrifices now.
When she returned home from social studies the next day, she neatly packed up her hunting equipment and took it to Beacon Mountain.
There are two peaks in Bijia Mountain. Zhan Changfeng went to the southern peak. On the first day of hunting, she did not expect to gain much. The main thing was to feel the terrain, explore the habitats of mountain birds and hares, and familiarize herself with the frequent haunts of tigers and leopards. The place.
The summer night came very late. It was dark after Zhan Changfeng had traveled half of the mountain. I wonder if she had perfectly avoided all habitats. Except for a few returning birds, not even the common pheasant was seen. .
As the sky darkened, Zhan Changfeng walked deeper and deeper on the mountain road covered with rotten leaves and branches. Frogs gradually began to chirp behind the trees. Looking closer, he saw a clear and shallow stream with clear water, reflecting the bottom. The brownish-yellow rock looks like a piece of flowing amber.
Zhan Changfeng observed the fish swimming in the water, rolled up his sleeves and planned to go into the water. Unexpectedly, a strong wind surged behind him, and the forest leaves rustled. When he turned around, he saw an eye-catching white-fronted tiger emerging from behind some ancient trees. At this moment, Keep an eye on her, ready to go!
The hungry tiger jumped half as high as a man and pounced towards him. Zhan Changfeng raised his hand and fired a crossbow. The arrow hit its right eye. Blood spurted out instantly. The white-eyed tiger let out a wail and fell down, half rolling to the ground. It dug several deep marks on the ground and tried to escape in a hurry. Zhan Changfeng took a few steps and rode on its back. He punched its head like a storm. After dozens of punches, the bumps under his body gradually subsided. .
Zhan Changfeng is well aware of the power of her physical body. Without the transformation of pure yin bones and poor use of her true energy, she cannot even exert her acquired perfect strength.
While thinking about how to cultivate her physical body, she turned over the tiger corpse and planned to drag it back and sell it. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly rushed beside him, and he jumped into the forest in the blink of an eye. At the same time, dogs barked from far to near, with great force.
Zhan Changfeng looked back, following the sound, and saw a dozen yellow dogs galloping towards him, and the light of jumping torches further away.
Those dozen yellow dogs may have smelled the smell of blood, and they roared and surrounded her. Their barks rose and fell. The people in the distance seemed to have received some signal. In an instant, several arrows came straight towards her door. .
The people hunting behind the forest were very excited.
"Hurry, the hunting dogs have caught their prey!"
"Shoot, shoot! Don't let it escape again!"
They were several young men of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed up in fancy clothes. When they heard the movement of prey, the blood all over their bodies boiled, and they kept shooting arrows.
Zhan Changfeng didn't even have a chance to speak. She pulled out the sword on her back. She was slightly surprised by the clanging sound of arrows and weapons. The power of these arrows was beyond imagination, and almost every one of them could break through the mountain. The stone shook her mouth so hard that it hurt.
"There's someone here!" Zhan Changfeng shouted, and shot several more arrows. At the same time, more than a dozen yellow dogs swarmed up in tacit agreement with the ferocity and excitement of biting prey.
These are not ordinary dogs, but spiritual dogs. They have about several decades of cultivation, and each one has acquired strength.
Zhan Changfeng was busy dealing with the arrows and the yellow dog that was enough to drown her. She was accidentally bitten on the wrist. A cold blood flashed in her eyes. She turned her palm and the dagger rotated, and blood lines shot out along with the wail. out.
The tall young man opened his bow but hesitated slightly, "Did someone talk just now?"
"Maybe I heard wrongly." Another young man in black was worried. If he really killed someone by mistake, it would be over.
but...
His eyes flickered. If he were really a human, he would be dead.
The high and low roars of the yellow dogs came, indicating that they were besieging the prey. The hunters drew back their bows, touched their knives, and moved quickly in that direction.
The closer they got, the clearer the yellow dog's wail became. Everyone looked at each other with solemn expressions, staring at the shadow in front of them through the trees.
The postures of dozens of yellow dogs leaping and killing, and the shadows of thin men holding swords and blades, look like a silent leather painting of killing against the vast and dark background.
The tall young man said angrily, "Stop it, stop it quickly!"
I don’t know if he is stopping Huang Quan or Zhan Changfeng.
Several people approached quickly, and the light of the torch illuminated the whining yellow dogs all over the ground, as well as the person standing alone in the center with his back to them.
The young man's posture is as straight as a pine, and the tip of the sword is dripping with blood.
The young man in black felt his heart pounding. He guessed the cause of the misunderstanding and was afraid of being punished by the teacher. Seeing this situation, he took a preemptive strike and asked, "Who are you! Why did you kill our hound!"
The tall boy lovingly stroked the two remaining hounds that were hiding behind him, with anger in his eyes.
Others were also distressed. These hounds had been cultivated with great difficulty, and now they were dead. How could they explain it to the gentlemen? So they all stared at the culprit.
The culprit turned his head, a few drops of scarlet blood splashed on his handsome white jade face, and his eyes were as deep as abyss. The tall boy's pupils tightened, and a chill ran through his heart, feeling that this man was cold and evil.
"What's the point of disobedient beasts?" Zhan Changfeng turned around and glanced at their faces and clothes, "Social studies?"
"Who are you?"
Zhan Changfeng sneered and pointed at the eye-catching white-fronted tiger on the ground that had been shot into a hedgehog. "He committed the murder with dogs and assassinated people with hidden arrows, destroying an intact tiger skin. He knew his mistakes and did not correct them, but even tried to frame the victim."
With a clang, the sword was sheathed, and she said, "I am very interested in talking to your husband."
"But until then, leave reparations."
The young man in black was angry, "You killed our hound and you want compensation?!"
"The victim beat the assailant. Do you still expect the victim to apologize, or are you sorry that I didn't die?"
"you!"
"Xiao Shaobai!" The tall young man reached out and pushed the young man in black back. He felt guilty for the mistake just now and resented Zhan Changfeng for being so ruthless. However, he also knew that if the confrontation continued like this, neither side would think well.
"I'm looking at Meiju Cheng Zhigao. It's a dark night and the wind is high, which caused a misunderstanding. At your age, I think you must also be a sociologist. Why don't we each take a step back so that we can meet each other in the future." Cheng Zhigao noticed with keen eyes. Blood seeped out from her wrist, "I have a bottle of good golden sore medicine here for you. In addition, I also bought this tiger. How about it?"
"It should be like this." Zhan Changfeng said.
Cheng Zhigao looked at the tiger on the ground. Although he had been shot by several arrows and looked a bit miserable, he could not hide the fact that this was a strong adult tiger. It cost at least seventy or eighty spirit stones. This made him guilty. Difficult, how could he come up with so many spiritual stones.
I looked back at my companions, looking at the sky and looking at their noses, without any intention of sharing.
"I still don't know who killed this tiger, what are you doing in a hurry!" Xiao Shaobai sneered.
Someone saw that the arrows above were all the same, and whispered in agreement, "Maybe we shot them..."
His unfinished words ended when Zhan Changfeng kicked the eye-catching white-fronted tiger in front of them. The tiger's head was facing them, with a crossbow arrow stuck in one of its eye sockets and blood flowing from its seven orifices.
Cheng Zhigao was embarrassed for his own people, gritted his teeth, and said with pain, "What do you think of the seventy spirit stones? I only have five spirit stones here, and I will supply the rest to you tomorrow."
"That's it." Zhan Changfeng ignored them and went to the stream to clean his wounds.
