After entering Qixia Mountain, Xia Yun breathed a sigh of relief. After galloping all the way, the injured people couldn't hold on any longer. Yi Lian took the lead in flipping off his horse, lying on his back among the rotting leaves, looking up at the night sky, breathing heavily. The stars in the sky are like countless prying eyes, the moonlight shines on the mountain col, and the grass, trees, earth and rocks are dyed with a cold silver glow.
Wu Tong groaned and said feebly: "Where are we...?"
Gu Boyang looked at the mountain shape and said with confidence: "In front is Sanmao Peak, the main peak of Qixia Mountain, with Longshan Mountain in the east and Hushan Mountain in the west. We are probably in the valley between Sanmao Peak and Longshan Mountain."
Yi Lian complained: "Damn it, after escaping for a long time, why did you crash into the Qixia sect's lair!"
"In addition to 'Iron Dragon' Song Dian, do the Qixia sect have any troublesome people?" Xia Yun became vigilant. Wu Tong was injured. Not thorough.
"I heard that he also has a senior brother, nicknamed 'Bronze Dragon'. He practices in seclusion all year round and does not care about foreign affairs. His martial arts is really good. There are a bunch of young disciples left, all from nearby farmers. There is nothing outstanding about him." Lian is quite familiar with the inside story of the Qixia Sect. After all, the remaining branches of Qixia Mountain are not far from Jinkou and have a radius of hundreds of miles. It is the only martial arts sect worthy of the Tianlong Gang's attention.
Xia Yong had the confidence in her heart and muttered: "If you can avoid it, try to avoid it. The problem has already been established. There is no need to cause trouble at this juncture and cause trouble."
Yi Lian sighed and wondered: "Having said that, after all, in their territory, it is not easy to cross Qixia Mountain safely!"
Xia Yun said: "It's better to be at peace when you enter the mountains. At least the cavalry can't catch up... Boyang, do you still have dry food?"
Gu Boyang shook his head and said: "When I left Xuyang, I only prepared one meal of dry food. I originally planned to buy it at Qingjin Ferry..."
Xia Yun's eyes swept over the five animals and he made a decision immediately: "Leave the horse and kill a donkey to satisfy hunger. After two hours, wait until dawn and the fire will start again. The fireworks will be scattered in the morning mist and will not be easily noticed by others."
Gu Boyang agreed and said cautiously: "There is a mountain stream nearby, why don't you go there to rest? The terrain is hidden, and it is convenient to wash and skin the donkey meat."
Yi Lian said "Hey" and said, "Are you familiar with this place?"
Gu Boyang smiled bitterly and said: "When I was a child, my family was poor and I had many brothers and sisters. I had seven or eight mouths. I was hungry and searched for food all over the mountain. I went in and out of Qixia Mountain so many times that I almost went to Sanmao Peak to become a monk."
On a sudden impulse, he hurried into Qixia Mountain, his eyes darkened. It was an unexpected surprise that someone knew the way. Xia Yun patted Gu Boyang on the shoulder and gave him a few words of encouragement. Gu Boyang was surprised and happy in his heart. He had shared the joys and sorrows of this escape. As long as he could return to the main helm safely, the young gang leader would definitely look at him differently and allow him a future.
Everyone leaned against the tree trunks, closed their eyes and took a short rest. They had something on their minds and were not very at ease. When the sky was bright, Gu Boyang crept up and led the braying donkey to the mountain stream. He raised the knife and put it down again, not knowing how to start. The largest creatures he had ever killed were chickens and geese, and he was a little powerless when faced with the huge creature in front of him.
The stupid donkey instinctively sensed the danger and backed away step by step with its head cocked. Gu Boyang desperately grabbed the reins, but was unable to withstand its brute strength. During the stalemate, Wei Shiqi appeared beside him, raised the Qiu Ming Sword, inserted it gently and deftly into the donkey's back, and penetrated the heart. The yelping donkey fell to the ground, twitched several times, and died.
Gu Boyang felt a chill in his heart. Killing an animal was no different to killing a human being. To Yang Hu, a sword penetrated directly into the vital part. Isn't there pity and compassion in his heart?
Wei Shiqi said with care: "You go find some dead branches to make a fire." He dragged the donkey to the mountain stream, quickly peeled off the fur, washed away the blood, and quickly cut it into large and small pieces of meat. Qiu Ming's sword was extremely sharp and could easily deal with a pile of dead meat. What surprised Gu Boyang was that Yang Hu was an expert at slaughtering animals. His precise cutting and skillful techniques were dazzling.
Gu Boyang was just an apprentice in the medicine refining hall, so he didn't dare to say anything. He bowed awkwardly, turned around and walked towards the bushes, picking up a lot of dry branches for lighting the fire.
Xia Qian clasped her hands on her chest, without Gu Boyang's scruples at all, and said with a smile: "It's so awesome, you can't tell!"
Laoya Ridge, Dry Tenggou, Meat Eaters, the memories of the past are engraved in the bone marrow and remain fresh for a long time. Wei Shiqi said vaguely: "I used to go hunting in the mountains, and it took more than a month to go back and forth. It was common to peel and clean the prey." He folded a soft rattan, strung the pieces of meat together, and tied a knot at the head and tail. , held in hand.
Xia Qian said enthusiastically: "I heard that in a snowstorm, an old hunter who was trapped in a deep mountain forest and drank blood could survive the whole winter. Is this true?"
"You're lost, and there's no flint. People have to eat. It's better to eat hair and blood than starve to death."
"Have you tried it?"
"I have tasted raw roe deer liver, but the meat is always roasted and eaten."
"Raw roe deer liver? What does it taste like?"
"I can't explain it. It's slimy, not delicious, and it's not even unpalatable."
Yang Hu carried the donkey meat and walked upstream of the mountain stream. Not far away, Gu Boyang had lit a bonfire. The smoke slowly rose, scattered in the morning mist on the treetops, and disappeared in an instant.
Xia Qian followed closely and said, "When you went hunting in the mountains, did you bring a pot to make some broth?"
"It's too troublesome. When an old hunter catches a big deer, he will turn his stomach bag over and make soup to drink. The taste is very strong, and you may not be used to it."
Xia Qian pursed her lips and felt a little disgusted. She glanced at the donkey meat on the cane and thought to herself: "Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground. He is so capable. I guess his craftsmanship is not bad, so it shouldn't be unpalatable..."
Xia Yun saw the girl's figure from a distance, and leaned next to Yang Hu to ask questions. He frowned, stepped forward and pulled her aside, and whispered: "This is the territory of the Qixia Sect, where are you running to?" Already?"
Xia Qian stuck out her tongue and chirped: "I went to see them kill the donkey." Gu Boyang was soft-hearted and dangled the knife, saying that he didn't dare to kill. Mr. Yang couldn't see it, so he had to do it himself. Second brother, Yang The husband said that he used to go into the mountains to hunt and was very good at handling prey. I will try his skills later!"
Xia Yun smiled bitterly and shook her head, apologizing to Yang Hu with her eyes.
Wei Shiqi didn't care. He took apart the cane, picked out the tender donkey meat, skewered it with branches, and roasted it on the bonfire. When it was roasted until it was charred and fragrant, he sliced the cooked meat with Qiu Ming Sword, layer by layer. They were spread on the leaves and the clean bones were buried in the ashes.
Everyone had been hungry all night and was feeling hungry. They grumbled and wolfed down the hot donkey meat. Even Xia Qian, who was always picky, was full of praise.
Wei Shiqi showed an example and threw the remaining donkey meat to Gu Boyang. He ate a few pieces of meat, thoughtfully, pulled out the big bones from the ashes, cracked them and sucked the marrow.
"Using deer's stomach pouches to cook broth and cracking the bones to suck out the marrow is a habit of hunters in the Northeast. Yanghu comes from three towns in Hebei. Fanyang Town is not far from the Daxianbei Mountains. He must have experienced it firsthand, and he is not lying." Xia Qian Watching his every move, thoughts swirling in his mind, a thoughtful look on his face.
The longer they stayed together, the more suspicious Xia Qian became. At first, she suspected that there was another soul hidden in Yang Hu's body. Later, she began to suspect that someone had impersonated Yang Hu's identity. This was a guess that could only be understood and cannot be expressed in words. It was a subtle intuition that existed in a single thought. She couldn't explain it to anyone, and even if the truth was revealed, what good would it do to her and the second brother?
The morning light shone on her young face, which was so bright that Gu Boyang felt palpitated and quickly looked away, his heart pounding wildly. The young lady is so charming and charming, she is like the bright moon in the sky, out of reach. He is like a young man who has just begun to fall in love, losing himself for a moment.
A loud "clang" sound interrupted Xia Qian's reverie. She looked up and saw a young man in a gray shirt hurriedly climbing to the top of the mountain on his hands and feet. Two buckets rolled down the steep mountain road. It fell to pieces and splinters of wood flew everywhere.
"Stop him! He is from the Qixia Sect!" Wu Tong shouted, waving his arms.
