Chapter 327 Mountain Hunting (I)

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Fang Yi sat in front of the master's grave for more than an hour, and it wasn't until the fat man ran up that he interrupted his words.

Except for the fat man and the three guns, others really didn't dare to come up and disturb Fang Yi, especially the two girls were relatively timid, and when they heard that Fang Yi was worshipping the master in front of the grave, they didn't dare to come up.

"Old fellow, this is my home-brewed rice wine, and I also brought you ......"

The fat man put two bottles of rice wine in front of the old Taoist's grave, and when he saw the two bottles of Moutai that Fang Yi emptied, he couldn't help but smack his mouth and said, "Old Taoist, one bottle for another, I have to take the remaining two bottles of Moutai when I go back......"

From childhood to adulthood, the fat man and the three guns were all shouted by an old Taoist priest, although he also wanted to be respectful, but he really couldn't be called by other names, let alone be polite to the old Taoist priest, he was a bad boy who stole the old Taoist monkey wine.

"Fatty, kowtow to my master a few times......"

Fang Yi glanced at the fat man and said, "Even the bottle of wine is concerned, look at your kid's interest, if your kid could endure a little hardship back then, and learn a few more kung fu from the master, he wouldn't let those crooked melons and cracked dates sent by Zhou Hu be caught......"

At the beginning, the fat man and the three guns went up the mountain to see Fang Yi practicing, and out of curiosity, they also pestered the old Taoist priest to learn kung fu, and the old Taoist priest did not refuse, and taught the fat man and the three guns a set of boxing techniques, telling them that as long as they practiced this set of boxing methods at home, they could be regarded as masters in the rivers and lakes.

The three guns were okay, and he practiced hard for a while, but later the old Taoist priest said that he had poor roots and bones, and there was no future for him to practice.

The fat man and the three guns are different, according to the old Taoist, he is very suitable for martial arts, as long as he persistently practiced, he will have some achievements.

However, the fat man's habit of eating and laziness is brought from the mother's womb, and practicing kung fu is only three minutes of heat, and he has not practiced for half a year, so he refuses to practice anymore, and every time he goes up the mountain, he just plays a few tricks in front of the old Taoist priest to deal with errands.

But it was the foundation laid down by those few tricks when he was a child, and it also made the fat man benefit a lot, and he never suffered a loss from fighting since he was a child, Fang Yi knew that the old Taoist priest taught the fat man was the actual combat Baji Boxing, if he could practice to the depths, it would be no problem to deal with Zhou Zhengguang's people.

"They have electric batons, can I be blamed for this?" the fat man shouted a little unconvinced, he was also a little worried about being arrested, and he still kept it from Sanpao and Meng Shuangshuang from letting them know.

"Electric batons, you've practiced kung fu, they just don't use a pistol......"

Fang Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with fat people, and in modern times, the theory of the uselessness of kung fu prevailed, according to the folk saying, that is, "kung fu is one shot higher and knocked down", and the self-proclaimed invulnerability of the Boxers has also become a joke.

Fang Yi also thought that kung fu could not resist modern firearms, and the famous Great Sword King Wu in history was also killed by random guns.

However, when Fang Yi entered the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, he found that although his physical body was indeed unable to resist bullets, his spiritual power could be achieved without hearing or hearing, that is to say, Fang Yi could not resist bullets, but he could dodge bullets.

Although he had not done anything in this regard, Fang Yi believed that as long as someone had ill intentions towards him, he could detect it in advance, and he was sure that he would make a prediction before the opponent's bullet came out, so as to avoid the shot of the bullet.

Of course, if the other party was holding a powerful submachine gun or other weapon that killed a large area, Fang Yi would have no choice, but with his current six senses' spontaneous prediction of danger, it would be difficult for ordinary people to let Fang Yi fall into such a situation.

"Fat man, I don't want to become an immortal and become a Taoist, why is it so easy to practice kung fu......" The fat man didn't refute Fang Yi's words, he knew that the old Taoist's kung fu was very magical, maybe he could really dodge the guns.

"How difficult it is to become an immortal and become a Taoist......"

Hearing the fat man's words, Fang Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, he used to often see his master watching the sky at night, and he would mumble something in his mouth that he couldn't understand very well, but Fang Yi guessed that the general meaning of those words was also to say things like feathering into immortals.

It's just that after so many years, the old Taoist priest not only failed to become an immortal, but was buried in this bowl of loess.

In Fang Yi's opinion, becoming an immortal cultivator was just a good wish of the ancients, the reason why Fang Yi followed his master's words and went down the mountain to experience the red dust was just to connect the things taught by the master to the extreme, but he didn't dare to be too extravagant about cultivating and becoming an immortal.

"Okay, don't become a Taoist priest as soon as you return to the Taoist temple, go, hurry up and go to the next set, even if you put it on a hare......"

The fat man picked up Fang Yi and walked to the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, they picked a lot of mountain treasures on the way when they came, if they could catch a little game, then this trip to the mountains could be regarded as a success, and it was not in vain that the fat man tried his best to trick his girlfriend into the village to meet his parents.

"It's not that you and the three guns can't, why do you have to let me go to the set......" Fang Yi looked at the fat man with some dissatisfaction, saying that they are all children who grew up in the mountains, digging a pit and making a trap for rabbits and other things, which is also the specialty of the fat man and the three guns.

"The rabbit is good, but didn't you say that there are wild boar activities around here, you go to shoot a wild boar......" On the way to come, Shang Yi found some animal feces on the side of the road, and he saw that it was left by wild boars, so he talked to everyone, but he didn't expect to be remembered by the fat man.

"Okay, you guys clean up the temple first, and I'll look for it......"

Compared with the pork in the city below the mountain, the wild boar in the mountain is not comparable to the irrigated meat in the city in terms of meat quality and taste, and Fang Yi has not eaten wild meat for half a year, so this thought is a little greedy.

"Fang Yi, I used mushrooms to cook some soup, you drink a bowl first?"

Following the fat man back to the Taoist temple, Fang Yi found that the Manchu army was busy in the kitchen, not to mention, there were three cannons and two girls working together, the Manchu army was pulling a windmill with one hand and burning firewood with the other, and the movements were really decent.

"Brother Man, don't put this lion's mane mushroom in the pot, it's too wasteful......" Fang Yi lifted the lid of the pot and took a look, and said: "I'll shoot a pheasant later, stew the pheasant with lion's mane mushroom, then the taste is fragrant......

Although Fang Yi has not gone to school for a day, he has not been idle since he can remember, either practicing martial arts or reciting Taoist scriptures with his master, the body's demand for food has always been great, fortunately, the Taoist temple is located in the depths of the mountains, and if you want to eat seafood, there must be no, but the mountain delicacies and wild game have never been missing.

Therefore, if you want to say that in the combination of game, let alone the Manchu army, even the chefs under the mountain may not be as proficient as Fang Yi.

"Okay, isn't this all waiting for your game?"

Man Jun responded with a smile, he felt that this trip to Fangshan was the right one, like the current feeling, Man Jun only felt it when he was ten years old, which was equivalent to experiencing a childhood life again.

"We're at the right time, the animals in autumn are the fattest and taste the best......"

In the winter of Jinling, it will also snow, especially the snow in the mountains is heavier than in the city, so the animals will store energy in their bodies before winter, and in previous years, autumn is usually the hunting season for Fang Yi and Master.

"Old man, are you useful again......" After coming out of the kitchen, Fang Yi came to the master's room, and after looking at the big bow hanging on the dusty wall, Fang Yi couldn't help but show an emotional look on his face.

Although there are several guns buried in the Taoist temple, Fang Yi and the old Taoist priest hunt with bows, and the bow hanging on the wall is about one meter and a half in length, and Fang Yi can not pull it to a full bow until he is about his current height when he is fifteen years old.

According to the old Taoist priest, the bow body of this bow is made of rosewood and ox horns, which is stronger than steel and very light, and the bowstring is made of ox tendons.

Back then, the fat man was not convinced, and he insisted on pulling this bow, but he used the strength to eat milk, so that the bowstring could be pulled a little, that is, in ancient times, this is definitely a strong bow that only generals can use. ――

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