He was just having fun at first, but there were many monkeys and he was the only one. He shot a stone, and the monkeys threw dozens of things at him.
Although the monkey couldn't throw accurately, there were so many things flying at him that he couldn't avoid them. He was still hit one after another. Several times he was hit in pain, which made him angry.
He was even more angry when he saw the monkeys who had snatched away his baggage, untied his baggage on the treetops, grabbed the contents and threw them to the ground. They ate the pickles and dry food prepared by Mrs. Wen for him. .
"Smelly monkeys, bastard monkeys, I have to kill you!" Wei Jing jumped to his feet and yelled, using his eight-handed slingshot to continuously fire stones at the tree. He also used the method of shooting two stones in succession to beat several monkeys. It screamed strangely.
But instead of being frightened by Wei Jing's violent counterattack, the monkeys around him became even more excited. They not only threw stones, branches, and fruit cores, but also threw some caterpillars, beetles, and even temporary feces from the trees. And threw it towards Wei Jing.
"Wow -" Wei Jing couldn't help but feel a little timid when he saw the monkeys throwing shit at them. He didn't want to tangle with these monkeys any longer. He thought that if the monkeys threw shit all over him, he would be in trouble when he returned to the tea shop. what a shame.
He went around a few circles and came to a tree. Under the tree were scattered baggage and things that the monkeys had thrown down from the tree. He picked up a few pieces of clothes, but did not see the money bag. When he looked up, he saw several The monkey is still sharing his pickles and dry food.
His money bag had a string around it, and a monkey hung on his arm. When the monkey saw Wei Jing, it squeaked at him.
"Give me my money and I will spare you!" Wei Jing yelled at the monkey, pulled his slingshot and shot stones at it. The monkey saw that Wei Jing only shot stones at him, but not at other monkeys. , then turned around and started running away.
Wei Jing chased the monkey and shot him with stones from time to time. The monkey ran left and right, running higher and higher. Most of the other monkeys were still eating the food in Wei Jing's bag, and only a few chased him. run.
After chasing like this for more than half an hour, Wei Jing was out of breath from exhaustion. When the monkey who snatched Wei Jing's money bag saw Wei Jing stop to catch his breath, he also stopped. He also picked off the fruits from the tree and threw them at Wei Jing. .
"I'm so angry...you are exactly like...Bei Xiaolu...you are in the same group, right!" Wei Jing angrily chased after the monkey again and struggled with the monkey for a long time. He was helpless and angry and annoyed.
He rested against the big stone, staring at the monkey with its big eyes and small eyes. The monkey lay lazily on the treetop, looking back at Wei Jing from time to time.
At this time, Wei Jing was already far away from the mountain road and deep into the forest.
He found an inconspicuous path not far away, and at a high point behind the path, faint smoke could be seen. He thought that maybe that was where his father lived in seclusion.
"I'll deal with you later!" Wei Jing glared at the monkey and turned towards the path. Suddenly, the monkey shouted loudly, jumped down from the tree, picked up stones and threw them at him.
"You don't know what's good!" Wei Jing let the monkey hit him on the cheek. He was hurt and frightened, and he was so angry that he also hit back with stones. He saw more and more monkeys around him poking their heads out from the treetops and heading towards him. Throw and smash things.
He ran towards the path and suddenly saw a small bamboo fence surrounding the first few trees and a few chickens inside.
There were a few monkeys sitting on the fence, sprinkling feed inside.
There was a small vegetable garden at the back, and several monkeys were walking around in it. Some were groping for vegetable bugs on the vegetables, and some were carrying water ladles to sprinkle water on the vegetables.
"Huh?" Wei Jingzheng felt strange, and saw a strange-looking cabin on the mountain wall not far away. The cabin was built against the mountain wall, as if growing out of the mountain.
All the monkeys wandering around and catching insects and feeding the chickens gathered around him. The monkey with Wei Jing's wallet hanging on his arm also led the other monkeys to surround him. There were about a hundred monkeys in total, surrounding Wei Jing. Surrounded by them, everyone showed fierce expressions and bared their teeth.
"These monkeys are raised by humans." Wei Jing suddenly realized. He took a few steps back and shouted towards the cabin: "Who raised monkeys that are so arrogant and robbed in broad daylight?"
Wei Jing shouted several times, but no one in the cabin responded. Seeing that there were too many monkeys with ferocious expressions on their faces, he did not dare to shout anymore. He held his clothes in one hand and grabbed the eight hands with the other, and slowly backed away. .
Suddenly several monkeys pounced on him and snatched the clothes in his hands. He grabbed the clothes and used grappling techniques, twisting and pulling them.
He suddenly let out a sigh. The monkey's hand movements when snatching his clothes were somewhat similar to his grabbing techniques.
As he backed away, he waved his hands randomly, fearing that some monkey would pounce on him and bite him. Suddenly, he felt a ghostly figure beside him, grabbing his wrist.
"Who is it?" Wei Jing was shocked and shook his hand repeatedly, but couldn't break free from the man's hand. He had to let go of his clothes, waved out his left hand and grabbed the man's wrist. Only then did he see clearly that the man was wearing a A tall, thin old man in gray robe.
"Who are you?" The old man also asked, clasping Wei Jing's wrist and pushing and pulling. Wei Jing felt that although the old man was thin, his arm strength was not small.
Between pushing and pulling, he actually clasped both of his wrists. Only then did he realize that the old man's fingers were quite long. His index finger stretched between his two wrists, his thumb clasped his right wrist, and the remaining three fingers clasped Holding his left wrist, it was like a handcuff locking Wei Jing's hands.
"Who are you?" Wei Jing was frightened and pulled his hands hard, but he felt as if his hands were wrapped with several circles of beef tendon ropes. He couldn't break free no matter what, so he raised his feet to step on the old man's feet. , he stepped on it a few times but couldn't get it. Instead, the old man stepped on him several times.
"Who are you?" The old man saw that Wei Jing was still holding Ba Shou in his right hand, so he copied it, held it in his hand, looked at it, and said, "Where did you buy this piece of shit?"
"I did this myself!" Wei Jing felt angry when he heard him criticize his favorite work. He puffed up his mouth and said in a purring voice: "Old man, if you don't let go, I will spit on your face!"
The old man let out a hey, let go of Wei Jing's hand, then suddenly raised his feet to pick up a change of clothes that Wei Jing had thrown down on the ground, caught it with his hand, quickly wrapped it around Wei Jing's wrist, wrapped his arm around his back, and then Wrap his other hand around him and tie it into a tight knot.
Wei Jing only felt his body spin around a few times, and he was forced to sit on the ground. Just as he was about to struggle, he found that his hands were tied behind him. You can imagine the fear in his heart. While he was struggling, the old man picked it up again. Another piece of clothing tied his feet and let him roll to the ground. He played with his eight hands and opened the eight instruments one after another to inspect them. He said, "Boy, you know how to lie. It was your father who did it." It’s for you.”
"This is called Eight Hands. I made it myself! Oh, do you know my father? Who are you?" Wei Jing yelled and struggled on the ground. The monkeys surrounded him and pulled Wei Jing's ears. Give him a slap.
The old man scolded, and the monkeys immediately stepped back, looked at Wei Jing, and pointed.
Wei Jing was very embarrassed by these monkeys. He felt that they were laughing at him and cursed angrily: "You really raised these monkeys. You raised a bunch of robber monkeys. You even stole my eight hands. You old man." Robber, why are you tying me up?"
The old man laughed, casually closed his eight hands, put them into his arms, slapped him twice, pulled his ears and said: "Bah! The bad boy is really naughty. You call me an old robber? Your father is the one." robber."
"How can my father be a robber? You are talking nonsense. When did he steal people's things?" Wei Jing cursed angrily.
"He robbed my good daughter." The old man pinched Wei Jing's ears and said with a cold smile: "Otherwise, where did you, a little robber, come from?"
"What little robber? You damn old man..." Wei Jing was furious, suddenly stunned, then turned to astonishment, and stammered: "What did you say? What about your daughter, your daughter...my father..."
"Isn't my daughter your mother?" The old man grabbed Wei Jing's back belt, lifted him up, and walked towards the cabin.
"You...you..." There was a rumbling sound in Wei Jing's head. He hesitated for a long time before speaking, "You are the Sword King Yang Qiufei! You wrote "The Sixty-Four Soldiers," right? You Have you been living on Wolf Mountain? By the way, why did you lock me up back then? How do you recognize me? Have you met my father? "
"Sword King? Hey, I haven't heard anyone call me that for a long time." Yang Qiufei laughed, ignoring Wei Jing, and lifted him into the cabin.
