When he was a child, because he had no father, Ling Zikai was often bullied by children of the same age, and in the resistance again and again, he also practiced a lot of fighting skills, but there has never been a scene like today, he threw the other party out of three meters away with his hand, when did he become a strong man?

The other two saw Ling Zikai's fierce attack, and after looking at each other, they rushed up at him from both sides.

Ling Zikai didn't wait for them to rush to him, he rushed towards one person first, and punched the opponent's door. At this moment, he clearly felt a surge of energy rushing down his arm to his fist. With a "bang", the other party avoided the front door in a hurry, but was hit in the shoulder, stumbled and fell two meters away.

Could it be that this is also the energy of the ancestral gods?

Ling Zikai was surprised and delighted in his heart, he didn't expect that the Ancestral God Inheritance that sounded like nothing not only gave his mind a magical sense, but even his body became extremely powerful.

"Be careful!"

At this moment, an exclamation from the cuckoo came from his ears.

Ling Zikai sensed a gust of wind coming from behind him, and hurriedly dodged out. Suddenly, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and I only felt a pain in my shoulder. In his busy schedule, he kicked out the other person sideways, and after touching his shoulder, his hands were covered with blood. Turning his head, he saw that the man who was kicked away by himself had an extra dagger in his hand.

Those two men were obviously much stronger than Na An Lu, and although they were knocked out, they immediately stood up and pounced again.

At this moment, only a gunshot was heard, which shook everyone's ears.

I only heard a thunderous roar: "Stop it all for Lao Tzu! Whoever does it again, Lao Tzu will kill him with a shotgun." ”

When the two men heard the gunshots, they stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked for prestige, and saw a white-haired and white-bearded old man in his seventies standing outside the forest menacingly, holding a shotgun in his hand, and a wisp of green smoke was emitting from the muzzle.

"How are you, are you badly injured?"

Seeing that Uncle Bol had shocked the thief, Du Juan ran to Ling Zikai, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood on his shoulder for him. When he saw that a wound four or five centimeters long had been cut on his shoulder, he was very angry and shouted to the white-bearded old man:

"Grandpa Bol, these people not only dare to go up the mountain to steal ginseng from the forest farm, but also dare to hurt people, they are the jackals in this mountain, don't hurry up your shotgun and destroy them. ”

Uncle Boer pulled up his shotgun, aimed it at Sun Anlu and them, and shouted: "Little cubs, you black bears whose hearts are blinded by greed, dare to walk into the mountains while Lao Tzu is cooking with Luozi, and see how Lao Tzu cleans you up!"

An Lu's face was frightened when he heard this, he knew that the last thing he could provoke in Quan Yunhai Town was this old man, if he started a fire, no matter who you were, picking up a shotgun would really shoot at you, and he couldn't help but wave his hands again and again:

"Uncle Bol, don't shoot, we were wrong, we won't dare to come next time!"

Ling Zikai was afraid that someone would die, and it would not end well, so he whispered to Du Juan: "Let them go first!"

"Get out!" cuckoo shouted angrily.

An Lu hurriedly put the few ginseng sticks he had just dug on the ground and ran out of the forest with a rolling belt, not even daring to turn his head, and ran down the mountain like a lifeless person.

However, the other two looked at Ling Zikai a few times as they left, as if they wanted to remember his appearance. One of the men said in a low voice, "Boy, count yourself as a kind!" ”

After the three of them disappeared, Du Juan was still covering Ling Zikai's shoulder with a handkerchief.

The two of them were very close, and a girlish fragrance rushed into Ling Zikai's nose, which couldn't help but make his heart flutter, looking at her white and red goose egg face, a little dazed.

The cuckoo instinctively felt something abnormal, and when he looked up, he happened to meet Ling Zikai's somewhat obsessive gaze, and couldn't help but blush, and said, "Isn't it painful?"

Ling Zikai came back to his senses, was a little embarrassed, and said, "It's much better now, it shouldn't be a big deal!"

The cuckoo took away the handkerchief, and saw that the wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, and it should not be deep into the flesh, so he breathed a long sigh of relief: "You, you were too reckless just now, just let them take a few ginseng!

"What is it for a man to shed a little blood, Lao Tzu was stabbed three times by bandits and didn't frown!" Uncle Boer looked at Ling Zikai and said: "Young man, the courage is good, and the skills are not good, but the way to beat people is wrong, if it is replaced by Lao Tzu when he is young, let alone three people, even if ten people go together, they will be beaten to the bottom of their ass!"

"Grandpa, don't show off your majesty back then, who doesn't know that you are the number one warrior in this mountain!"

Uncle Boer laughed, put the shotgun behind his shoulder, stepped forward and patted Ling Zikai on the shoulder: "Let's go, go to my pinch of Luozi to drink wine and eat meat, I just shot a mountain rabbit in the morning, and it's still in the pot at this time!"

After Du Juan put away the few ginseng sticks left by An Lu, the three of them walked to the place where Uncle Boer lived.

Before he could reach the house, a black hound burst out of it and barked at Ling Zikai, startling him.

"Our Ulu has come to greet our distinguished guests!"

Uncle Boer laughed and whistled in his mouth, and the black dog immediately stopped barking, wagged his tail and ran to the three of them, and after circling around the three of them, he ran into the house first.

Previously, Ling Zikai had seen this cone-shaped house through the Ancestral God Consciousness, which was the 'Luo Luozi' that Uncle Boer said in his mouth. It's a different experience.

I saw that the construction of the house is very simple, first use several wooden poles with branches at the top of more than four meters long and can bite each other to form a conical shelf with an inclination of about 60 degrees, and then evenly place other wooden poles between these main frames, so that it forms an umbrella-shaped skeleton, which is covered with birch bark, which can prevent rain in summer and keep out the cold in winter.

There is a gap at the top to allow ventilation and light when a fire is lit inside. The diameter of the base circle is about four meters. At the doorway, choose two sturdy pillars as the door frame, and the door faces south. Neither nails nor ropes are used, but rather by crossing the branches of the pole itself.

There is a bonfire in the center of the ground, on which stands a triangular stand, on which hangs an amphora iron pot, in which a whole white and tender mountain rabbit is steaming.

Uncle Bol put aside his shotgun when he entered, took a handful of hay and spread it around the campfire, then took out a few animal skins and put them on them, and beckoned the two of them to sit down.

took out three pairs of chopsticks, three bowls made of birch bark, then brought two more skin bags, handed one to the cuckoo, pulled out the stopper on the other skin bag, poured a full wine into the two bark bowls, held one of the bowls in both hands, handed it to Ling Zikai, and said:

"Guests from afar, please take a sip of the wine brewed by the Durenque people, and let the great ancestral god bless you with a safe life!"

Ling Zikai hurriedly took the wine bowl with both hands, and a strong smell of wine came to his nose, and he couldn't help frowning.

I have long heard that when southerners go to the north, especially to the homes of ethnic minorities, one of the things they are most afraid of is the host's toast, drink, don't drink it, don't drink it, that is disrespectful to the host, and it will cause misunderstanding of the other party.

Although Ling Zikai can drink a little wine, but it is all beer and red wine and other things, how can it be compared with the liquor in front of him, this bowl of wine, maybe he will not be able to distinguish the north and the south immediately, and he can't help but look at Du Juan for help, hoping that she can help him relieve the siege.

But I saw that the cuckoo was smiling and looking at himself, but he didn't speak, and it seemed that he was waiting to see his joke.

Ling Zikai felt a pan in his heart, picked up the bowl, closed his eyes, and poured it down. Before he could put down the bowl, he coughed again and again, and his face turned red.

"Good!"

Uncle Boer laughed heartily, grabbed the skin and poured wine into Ling Zikai's bowl again.

But he saw that the cuckoo took the lead in snatching the bowl in Ling Zikai's hand, picked up another skin bag, and poured it into the bowl, a fragrant milk smell wafted out, and it turned out that the skin bag was filled with milk.

"Girl, you're snubbing my guest!" Uncle Boer said to the cuckoo dissatisfied.

"Grandpa, you let us eat rabbit meat, but we are reluctant to eat this rabbit meat, and you want to get the guests drunk first!"

As he spoke, Du Juan handed the milk in his hand to Ling Zikai.

Ling Zikai glanced at the cuckoo gratefully.

Uncle Boer tore the rabbit in the iron pot, picked up one leg, and handed it to Ling Zikai: "It's the first time for the young man to enter the mountain, but I look a little familiar!"

"He is my godfather's son, his name is Ling Zikai. The cuckoo muttered as he ate the rabbit meat.

Uncle Bol's eyes lit up: "You are Ling Feng's son?"

Ling Zikai nodded.

"I said how familiar it is! It turned out to be my own family! Alas, you Lao Tzu is a kind and hard-working person, but it's a pity that he left away, leaving this mess to the girl, and I am worried about it! Young people are like mountain eagles in this forest, which will one day be lifted into the sky. ”

Ling Zi looked at the cuckoo in confusion.

"Grandpa means it's just right that you will take over the management of this forest farm!"

Du Juan already had this thought in his heart, but he didn't have time to tell Ling Zikai before he could use Uncle Bor's words to find out the matter.

Ling Zikai couldn't help but be stunned: Although I promised you to be the shaman of the clan, I never promised to stay in this forest farm!

At the moment, he hurriedly said: "I still have a job in Jiangnan Province, but I don't have time to manage the forest farm!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai refused, Du Juan couldn't help but blurt out: "You have already sworn to the mountain, how can you leave here!"

"That's two different things! I can't stay here, I will do my best to help if I can help with the affairs of the forest farm, but if I want to run it, it is absolutely impossible!"