After that, the sound of the dwarf's footsteps also went down the mountain, but the more Feng Buao thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he did not dare to come out immediately. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

By the time three quarters of an hour had passed, Feng Buao could already be sure that the two of them had gone far, but he still stayed honestly in the grass.

He waited for a quarter of an hour before he emerged from the grass, looked left and right, rolled his eyes, and finally decided to go down the mountain, and he did not dare to venture up the mountain again.

He can understand the identity of the so-called seven masters in the words of the dwarf! However, the dwarf and the man came down from the top of the mountain, and he could not tell that the thief's den was at the top of the mountain, and if he went up, there might be many unknown dangers, but the left and right mountain roads did not know where to go, so he could only hurry down the mountain.

In his opinion now, this mountain is already very unsafe, but this does not mean that other mountains are also unsafe, and thieves' dens are not found on every mountain!

In order to find the way home, the stupid thing of throwing stones to ask for directions is certainly not as good as standing on a high place to determine the direction with your own eyes! Walking down the hill and then up to another hill, the back hill of the cottage is very high, there are more bamboo and maple trees, it is easy to find! Thinking so, he gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

In order to go back and tell his father-in-law about this as soon as possible, Feng Buao did not stop this time.

The road was very small, and the wind was not arrogant and fell in a hurry, rolled a few heels, his clothes were worn out in many places, and his elbows and knees were bloody! But the dwarf's words lingered in his ears like a magic sound, and he gritted his teeth, and he couldn't care about the pain of falling and hurting at this time!

Two quarters of an hour later, at the foot of the mountain

Feng Buao looked left and right, there were three mountains near and far around, and after thinking about it, he ran towards the mountain a little farther away. At this time, it was less than two quarters of an hour before noon, and with the consumption of climbing the mountain for so long in the morning, my stomach was already a little hungry and painful.

After a while, Feng Bu sat down on the rather steep mountain path, and the dense vegetation formed a cover to cover his figure. looked at the top of the mountain, which he didn't know how far away, and he was so anxious that he had already shed tears, and at this time, he really couldn't run.

In the breathless gasp, a loud goose chirp resounded through the otherwise quiet woods. Feng Buao's eyes lit up, and he looked around, and sure enough, he saw a big white goose not far from the left. With a wave of his right hand without even thinking about it, he shot out more than a dozen golden needles in a row, castrating to seal the direction that the goose might dodge.

But this goose seemed to be able to do martial arts, spread its wings, and fanned forward one after another, and actually threw off all the golden needles shot by Feng Buao.

The wind was not arrogant, and it took a while to wake up, and the only thought at this time was that this goose was so powerful! However, he was not discouraged, and loaded the sleeve needle with a dozen gold needles, and shot it again unceremoniously according to the big goose. But as a result, they were still swept away by the wings of the goose.

In this case, Feng Buao was shocked and opened his mouth wide. But before he could recover this time, the goose flew, yes, it flew? It's flying! Miraculously flew up, and it looked like it was still on the run.

Feng Buao hurriedly loaded more than a dozen gold needles and trotted after them. Regardless of whether this goose really knows kung fu or not, or whether it is a monster or not, it is enough for him to eat enough anyway, and he can't even finish it!

In this mountain, where birdsong is rarely heard, there is definitely no such shop after this village, he is not willing to give up easily, and he is already thinking about it:

There were two daggers in his hand, and all the internal organs of the goose were dug up, and the sparks from the collision of the two daggers were enough to light the dead grass beside the mountain; After baking, the skin is torn off and only the meat is eaten, even if the taste is almost bad without spices, it is better than being hungry! Thinking so, Feng Buao quickened his pace.

The goose seems to be able to feel his murderous aura, but he relies on his flexibility, repeatedly dodging the golden needles shot by Feng Buao, and throwing his ass at him provocatively from time to time!

The small mountain road in the forest twists and turns, and the wind is not arrogant and dizzy, so he chases the goose and shoots the golden needle and runs far away.

At this time, Feng Buao was already blushing angrily! It's really strange today, even the sparrow flies like this on weekdays, and so many golden needles have definitely become a hornet's nest, but it didn't hurt the goose at all! If Luo Yi knew about it, it would be strange if people didn't laugh to death.

Loading the last few remaining gold needles, and if he didn't shoot again, he had no choice but to give up. If you can't shoot this goose with a sleeve pin, it's a joke to slaughter it with two daggers. Thinking of this, Feng Buao no longer shoots the golden needle continuously, and only shoots on time.

After running for a long distance, the golden needle was gone, and he still didn't hurt the goose's fur, but he was so tired that he fell! I was panting rapidly, my legs were numb, and my strength was almost exhausted, and the biggest reason was that I was hungry! Although he was unwilling to give up like this, he no longer had the strength to chase the flying goose.

He raised his head with difficulty, but seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and looked at the big goose that flew forward after a few circles in front of him like a playful circle, and smiled bitterly, but he could no longer muster the strength to chase it again.

A quarter of an hour had passed, and it was already noon, but he had not eaten until this time in the morning, and had run for so long, and fainted from hunger.

……

When he woke up again, he was already on the bed in a simple thatched hut.

The bed in the room was small enough to sleep two people, and it was made of messy wood, which was very rough. The head is deflected, and there are two roots, one large and one small, that have been crudely processed, and there are teapots and cups on the large roots, presumably these two roots are used as tables and chairs.

Turning over and getting out of bed, he blinked, and his stomach was no longer hungry, as if he had just eaten enough.

"It was my white goose who took me to the place where you fainted, no matter how you called it, I didn't respond, so I carried you back, I already poured you some porridge just now, for fear that you will be hungry." This is an old man's voice, but the words are still clear, and the wind is not arrogant and does not listen to the fall.

Turning his head, he saw a short old man, dressed in a faded master's suit, with a wrinkled face and a long gray beard, who looked like he was estimated to be over sixty years old.

"Just call me Grandpa Bai, whose child is Xiaowa? How can the ruthlessness of parents leave you alone on this mountain? The old man said this, and went to the edge of the bed and sat down. The pace is still very steady, and there is not much old age.

Feng Buao was silent, and looked at the old man gratefully: "Grandpa, Buao is lost, can you help me?" I don't know the direction of my home, I walked a long way, I was looking for my parents. But I... But I ......" There were too many words coming to my mouth, but I didn't know where to start, but I couldn't cry, so I just lowered my head.

The "silly boy" old man touched his head for a long time. During this period, invisible fluctuations spread from his hands to the top of Feng Buao's head, but Feng Buao didn't know it, coupled with the old man's kind voice, he couldn't give birth to the slightest dissatisfaction, and even faintly felt like he had found helplessness to rely on.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the old man withdrew his hand, a hint of joy flashed in the depths of his eyes, and his voice seemed to be more kind: "Child, there is a family not far from here, grandpa knows that it is a martial arts, and there is only this family in the distance, are you the child of that family?" ”

Feng Buao thought about it for a while, and nodded heavily, "My father is a weapon, my father-in-law uses a secret weapon, my master is a fist and kicker, and" At this time, he suddenly jumped up, grabbed the old man's right hand tightly, and his tone was crazy, "Oh no, second uncle, he is going to be a bandit, I have to go back and tell my father-in-law quickly!" Grandpa, you are doing well, tell me how to go back if you are not arrogant, okay? ”

The old man pressed his shoulder, motioned for him to sit down first, and said something slowly. Wait for him to sit down before he speaks, "Are you arrogant?" The name is a bit dirty. Child, think about it, if you tell you about your father, will he believe your father? ”

Feng Buao's face changed slightly, but he couldn't say anything more.

As he said, even though he heard the voice of the dwarf with his own ears and heard with his own ears what he was going to do, the adults in the family would definitely not believe him, because the roast goose was also considered a criminal record; If he said what happened this time, maybe Luo Yifeng would not only not believe it, but also beat him up.

Looking at Feng Buao, who lowered his head and was silent for a while, the old man smiled slightly, "It's good that you act as if nothing happened, if your second uncle really wants to be a bandit, your master and they can't stop it." And even if you want to be a bandit, you won't hurt your own people, kid, don't worry. ”;