Daxing'an Mountains is the largest natural primeval forest in Northeast China, and there are countless rare plants and trees in this continuous deep mountain old forest, and of course there are countless mountain beasts hidden.

Even the old hunters with decades of experience generally do not dare to go deep into this lofty mountain that can devour people's lives at any time alone, they are not worried about encountering tigers, these beasts known as the king of the mountains, the most worried is to hit the tusked wild boar weighing more than 200 catties.

However, at this time。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

In the primitive forest of the Great Xing'an Mountains, a young man dressed in washed white hair, at first glance, is the kind of jeans that can be bought for twenty or thirty yuan on the stall, wearing black mille-feuille cloth shoes on his feet, and his slightly thin body is running fast, constantly changing routes, sometimes very suddenly violating the principle of human mechanics nearly ninety degrees of rapid turn, sometimes jumping up and grabbing the branches above his head and swinging a few meters away, in terms of skill is not inferior to those monkeys and monkeys who grow in the wild, the slightly bent body is fast and constantly sprinting, improving the speed.

A few meters behind him, there was a huge boar like an armored car, roaring in a low voice, its long fangs arching forward and bleeding, it was obvious that it was an enraged wild boar.

Experienced hunters know a sentence in their hearts, they would rather provoke the tiger, leopard and bear blind, than provoke the crazy wild boar, once the wild boar starts to go crazy, the wild boar of three or four hundred catties can easily overthrow the blind bear who dominates the king in the mountains. And the wild boar chasing the tired young man obviously weighed no less than four hundred catties.

Another exaggerated speed-up, this young man with amazing physical strength at this time could not help but start panting, while running in his heart, he thought to himself, what a shit luck, actually hit a wild boar that was in estrus, this probability in this season is not less than the probability of winning the lottery ticket, so even if it is not killed, it must be tired, the first few traps set up are not serious harm to it but it is definitely not light, judging from the blood shed on the animal, it is also a strong crossbow at the end of the support in one breath, not far in front of a pine tree inclined sixty or seventy degrees, The young man who ran for his life stepped on the trunk with his left foot and his right foot quickly stepped up, grabbed the branch with one hand and swooped to the tree, about four or five meters high from the ground, although this height is not absolutely safe, but at least it can breathe a sigh of relief.

The boar ran to a stop under the tree, and went around in circles, apparently for the time being, and there was nothing more to do with this hateful boy who was messing with it. This declining young man can finally breathe a sigh of relief, everyone is now equal, no one can take anyone, but most of the cattle are grudges, the head is a tendon, the wild boar below gasped and slowly retreated a few times, the young man above does not think that this animal that has been disturbed will let himself go, judging from years of experience, it is about to launch a general attack" Come on, the master was jumping in the woods at the age of twelve or thirteen, and the cattle that had been slaughtered for so many years were not a hundred or eighty, if it could be folded in your hands, it would be considered unlucky for my Hu family to cut off the incense. The young man held a wooden silver boning knife in his mouth, the blade was about ten centimeters long, and the blade was glowing with a silver light, and it seemed to be full of blood, needless to say, this silver knife must have seen a lot of blood on it. Grasp the tree pole beside you with both hands.

The wild boar retreated to a distance of five or six meters, lowered its head and pointed its long fangs at the ground, after a roar, the wild boar quickly ran up and hit the pine tree fiercely, this hit down with the weight of the wild boar at least a thousand catties, but the quality of the trees in the primeval forest is basically good, not because of this collision and fall, although so the tree body is also constantly shaking, the young man above is still holding on to the tree pole, his eyes are resolutely staring below, once, twice, three times。。。。。。。。

The wild boar kept slamming, as if he didn't stop knocking down, and after about two or three minutes, the young man bent his waist slightly, and the pine tree fell down under the impact of the wild boar again.

And the young man was already ready, not waiting for the pine tree to fall completely, he turned over and crossed the wild boar to its back, took the silver boning knife in his mouth, squatted down, and stabbed his body into the retreating Achilles tendon of the wild boar at an astonishing speed, and then pulled out his wrist in a circle, and then rolled to the side of the wild boar, this knife seemed to be very fast, very simple, but because he had been dealing with livestock for many years, and was familiar with the body parts of the wild boar, the young man's knife had actually cut the tendons of the boar's hind hooves, affecting its speed and strength, and the stinging animal howled, turned his head to look for the human youth behind him who injured it, and stood up without waiting for it to have any reaction, and then used the boning knife to cut two knives on the two front hooves of the wild boar, the limbs of the wild boar trembling and blood flowing, and the young man who rolled to the side quickly got up, and the cat leaned over to the wild boar, raised the boning knife in his hand, and the knife fell, and slashed cleanly towards the wild boar's neck, after wiping the knife, the young man squatted on the ground and gasped, waiting for the wild boar to completely lose his breath, the young man recovered his strength, picked up a bundle of nylon rope from his back waist, came to the wild boar and tied it up, at this time the sky was just dark。

For the villagers of Hujia Village below the Great Xing'an Mountains, the old Hu family is definitely the most popular existence, an old lady who is strong and strong like a living fairy, and an old servant who is not smiling all day but has eyes like firmness, this combination of almost two hundred years old is enough to shock most people's jaws. And for the young man who dared to go to the deep mountains of the Daxing'an Mountains to hunt three or four hundred catties of wild boar alone with a boning knife and a nylon rope with two or three days of rations, it seemed amazing and surprised, but it was already commonplace. Five or six o'clock in the evening in the countryside is the best time for the old and young masters and little daughters-in-law to chat, after dinner sitting under the old elm tree at the entrance of the village, the old ones holding a mouthful of dry tobacco bags and pulling the homely routine, the little daughters-in-law and little girls discuss with each other whose man is good and whose young man is handsome, these old-fashioned topics have become the eternal theme of relieving boredom in the village.

"Village chief, I heard that the grandson of Mrs. Hu's family went into the mountains two days ago after returning from the city this time?" said to an old man in a washed white shirt beside him, "Well, that kid didn't stop there, as soon as he got home, he went into the mountain with a knife and rope, and went to hunt wild boars for his old man" The village chief next to him knocked on the cigarette pouch pot in his hand and said in a muffled voice. Hey, the old lady's family has never been cowardly, and few of the young men now dare to enter the mountain alone, and the bandit dares to go in two or three times a year, but then speaking, their family is a master of art and courage, not those shrimp soldiers and crabs can compare. ”

"That's, that's, Lao Tzu's heroic son is a good man, not to mention that none of this family is a bad breed, since the ancestors began to live on the knife edge, living the days of Jin Ge Iron Horse, decades ago, the peace of our Hujia Village was still preserved by their old Hu family, otherwise our village would have been burned down by a fire. The old people chatting next to him were constantly sighing.

Under the hundreds of years old elm tree in the village sat two old men who were more than old, an old man with gray hair and a slightly bowed body dozed off with his eyes closed and a shake fan, and an old man with a tall figure and a stern face picked up the teapot on the stone table and poured a cup of ordinary mountain wild tea on the teacup in front of him, and said softly to the dozing old man: "Master Hu, the bandits have been in the mountains for three days this time, and they should come back when the time is calculated?"

The old man opened his eyes and took a sip of the teacup, and said slowly: "This kid has to go into the mountains to hunt every time he goes home, and he has lived in the big city for several years and has not changed his focus, and he still thinks about going up the mountain to fight and kill those animals all day long. ”

"Master, that's the filial piety of the bandits, I know that you love to eat the wild boar when you are old, now we are older than at the beginning, go up and down the mountain and follow our own backyard Yes, this kid hunts a whole wild boar every time, to relieve our hunger, it's really difficult for him" The tall old man still replied gently, as if he was afraid of startling the old man in front of him.

"Zhan Qing, with the kung fu taught by you, the master of the thousands of sects in the rivers and lakes back then, if he can't level this great Xing'an Mountains, he will be called a man of our Hu family in vain. The white old man said with a look of hatred for iron but a face full of pride.

The old man who was in the Qing Dynasty retorted, "What I taught the bandits is some kung fu to nourish their bodies, if you really talk about the skills of the bandits, it has to be the family foundation passed down by our Hu family from the old lady's generation, and it is solid!"

"Hehe, the wild road in the mountains, you can't get on the table. Before the old man finished speaking, the village elder Hu ran over, bowed his head to the old man and said: "Old lady, the bandits have not come back after three days in the mountains, I heard the hunters in the village next to me say that the bears in the mountains are quite able to toss recently, and two days ago I went to four or five people with earthen cannons, and I met a blind bear and almost broke two people." ”

After saying this, the village chief secretly meowed, and the old lady didn't continue. But the old lady of the Hu family slowly closed her eyes and shook her fan, not making a sound.

And Zhan Qing next to him said disdainfully: "Old village chief, you don't know what our Hu family came from, this Great Xing'an Mountains is a hundred miles away, and the bandits have grown up since childhood, and those livestock on the mountain may be imples urged by the king of Hades to others, and they are similar to kittens and puppies to our family!"

"Hehe, that's, that's" The village chief laughed twice and responded, thinking that there are some moths in your family, the old lady who was born as a bandit and his brother dozens of people dared to fight guerrilla attacks in the mountains with guns and cannons, and Leng left all the devils of the two hundred numbers in the mountains to feed the livestock, and now the devils are gone, but the little ancestor of your family is even more bullish, and he dared to go into the mountains to hunt livestock with only a knife, and if it was someone else, no five or seven people with earthen cannons did not dare to enter the mountains.

The old lady of the Hu family next to her put down the fan in her hand at this time, opened her blurry but shining eyes, and said slowly: " This animal is a livestock, how to fight is not able to fight people, people have hearts, brains, understand the stumbling, so that tricks, especially the baby who grew up under the mountain, since he was a child, he has learned these conspiracies and plots to set up a set of work, the brain is smart, the bandit child has not learned other skills, but the ancestral level of our Hu family in the mountains to beg for a livelihood has also been learned by him, I estimate that the child will come back when the sky is about to get dark, and it will not be in the way. ”

"Hey, okay, old lady, I'll ask the village mother-in-law to put the cauldron on the pot, add firewood to boil the water, take out the old wine in the village, and drink two cups of the three of you, just wait for the bandits to pull the wild boar back, and the village hasn't improved the food for a long time, and every time it is borrowed from the child's light," the old village chief said as he walked.

The old man closed his eyes again, and the old servant Zhan Qing next to him continued to stay by the side and warm the tea.

The two old men in Hujia Village are still sitting under the old elm tree, dozing off and sipping tea.

And the old village chief commanded the eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law to light a fire and boil the water pot, and prepared, quite a posture of commanding thousands of troops and horses, "Folks, after a while, the bandits of the old lady's family will come back with wild boars to improve the food for everyone, and the old and young masters hurriedly cleaned up and prepared to start a fire" The village chief's voice was heard clearly from the east to the west of the village, and the nearby villagers all stood up and shouted at the old man under the old elm tree, "Thank you, old lady." ”

The old man, who was dozing off with his eyes closed, nodded with a smile.

At this time, the sound of children laughing and playing came from far away at the entrance of the village, "Brother bandit, you're back"

"Brother Bandit has brought back a big wild boar, oh my God, what a big wild boar"

"Oh, it's the size of two or three pigs in my family."

In the shouting and shouting of the children, a tired young man in his twenties dragged a nylon silk rope on his shoulders and dragged a shelf made of wild rattans, on which lay a wild boar weighing at least 400 catties that had lost his breath, came to the two old men and said: "Grandpa, Zhan Ye, I'm back" After speaking, he picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all.

The old man, who was called Grandpa by the young man, looked at him with a smile, pointed to the wild boar that was out of breath, and said in a loud voice: "What a sharp boning knife." ”

And the wild boar, which weighed more than 400 catties, in addition to the blood on its limbs, was stuck in the neck artery of the wild boar, but there was a boning silver knife that ended at the end of the handle!