The three of them rested for only a short time before hitting the road.

Leaving the low-lying place, Long Zun, who was walking in the middle of the team, obviously felt that he was walking on a slope, walking from a high place to a low place.

After some distance, he found himself in a valley, flanked by steep cliffs and beneath his feet in patches of tender green grass.

A few verdant mountain pines grow horizontally in the crevices of the cliff face, and some unknown wildflowers are dotted among the grass on the ground, releasing a fragrant floral fragrance.

After walking for a while, it seemed that he had come to the bottom of the valley, and the cliffs on both sides were no longer rising, and the ground under the grass had also calmed down.

"Uncle, this is the Wild Wolf Valley!" Long Zun looked at the bottom of the valley surrounded by birds and flowers, and said to the middle-aged man who walked in the front.

The middle-aged man said without looking back: "Yes, this is Wild Wolf Valley, and I bring those people to this place every year." ”

Long Zun nodded slightly, he knew that the people he was talking about were cultivators who traveled to and from Daqing Mountain to pick elixirs.

"Second uncle, what the Wild Wolf Valley said is so terrible, but we haven't even encountered a wolf after walking for so long. After entering the Wild Wolf Valley for a while, although the pillar was not as nervous as before, he still said uneasily.

"We're in a safe position right now, and there aren't any big beasts except for some hares, but that's not the way forward. As he spoke, the middle-aged man pulled out a feather arrow, pulled out his longbow, aimed at the middle of the grass in front of him, and with a loosening of his fingers, the feather arrow swooped into the grass in front of him.

The middle-aged man strode towards the landing point of the feather arrow after releasing the arrow, and when he picked up the feather arrow from the ground, the arrow was lifted together with a rabbit.

"Put it away, that's it for tonight's dinner. The middle-aged man handed the rabbit on the arrow to the pillar, put away his longbow and continued on his way.

Along the way, he encountered several hares foraging in the grass, but the middle-aged man only hunted two and then stopped, in his words, enough to eat at night, and it was inconvenient to carry too many with him.

It is rare to see large trees, let alone vines, in the valley, so there is no need to cut a machete to walk.

A few men walked much faster than in the old forest, and with a skilled old hunter leading the way, it didn't take long for the three of them to come to a waterhole.

The pool is shallow, not too big, and the water inside flows down from the cliff wall next to it and accumulates into the pool.

Bending down, the middle-aged man who was about to fetch water suddenly dropped the kettle, picked up the longbow in his hand, drew the bowstring, and looked around vigilantly.

The pillar noticed the middle-aged man's movements, hurriedly picked up his bow and arrows, and like the middle-aged man, drew the bowstring, and looked around as he approached the middle-aged man.

Long Zun, who didn't have any experience in the jungle, reacted the least, and only when the middle-aged man and the pillar had begun to be on guard did he react, and hurriedly took out the dagger on his waist to guard the surroundings.

"Second uncle, what's wrong?" asked Zhuzi after approaching the middle-aged man.

"If you look at the footprints around you, there should be wolves just walking away from here. The middle-aged man whispered.

Hearing that there was a wolf, Long Zun saw that there were indeed some scattered plum blossom footprints around the waterhole, and one of the footprints led to a bush on the west side of the waterhole.

"No, the breath is in the northeast. Long Zun muttered silently, his gaze filtered through the grass on the west side, and his gaze turned directly to the northeast.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The middle-aged man shot three arrows in a row, and the direction was in a low grass in the northeast.

Oh!

There was a wolf roar, and I saw the dwarf grass in the northeast sway, and then a gray tail leaked out of the gap in the dwarf grass.

The middle-aged man picked up the machete in his hand and slowly walked to the low grass to expose his tail, Long Zun followed with a dagger, leaving the pillar alone to stay by the waterhole with a bow and arrow, aiming around.

Walking to the grass, the middle-aged man carefully picked up the grass with a machete, revealing a green-backed gray wolf.

Long Zun stretched his neck and glanced at it, and three feather arrows were pierced into the wolf's head and neck, as well as on his stomach, especially the feather arrow in the neck, which penetrated directly from the back of his neck and exposed the arrow from his throat.

"Good archery. Long Zun gave a thumbs up and praised.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said: "Orion relies on this ability to support his family, but this beast is almost fine, and his footprints are left in the grass in the west, but he is hiding in the low grass in the northeast to prepare for a sneak attack, and if he is a little careless, he is likely to be injured by this beast." ”

He kicked the dead wolf's corpse twice, reached out and lifted the back of his neck, and lifted the wolf out of the grass and threw it at the waterhole.

"Add a dish tonight and cook wolf broth to drink. The middle-aged man said, "Pillar, you take the meat off this wolf's thigh and make soup." ”

"Okay!" the pillar walked over, took out a knife, and directly disemboweled the wolf...... Pack up a few wolf legs.

Hearing that the soup was going to be cooked with wolf meat, Long Zun frowned slightly, and said, "Uncle, will the wolf meat be too sour, I'm afraid the soup won't be too delicious after boiling." ”

"Haha, don't worry, I naturally have a way to get rid of the sour taste of wolf meat. The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Long Zun didn't refute, curious about how the middle-aged man cleaned up the sour smell in the wolf meat.

By the time the pillar had cleared the two rabbits and the wolf, it was just getting dark.

The middle-aged man lit two fires by the waterhole, one with rabbits roasted on top, and a small iron pot on top of the other fire, in which wolf broth was boiled.

When the wolf meat in the iron pot was about to be cooked, the middle-aged man took out a cloth bag from his arms, opened the cloth bag, and revealed some dry and flat petals inside.

When Long Zun saw the petals inside the middle-aged man's cloth bag, his pupils dilated in vain.

He felt a faint aura fluctuation from the dried petals in the cloth bag.

"This is ......," said the petals in the cloth bag of Long Zun's fingers.

The middle-aged man took out two petals and threw them into the iron pot, stirred them with a spoon, and then said: "This thing is called silver flower, only in the wild wolf valley, put a few petals when boiling the soup, the sour taste of wolf meat is not only removed, but also a faint floral fragrance." ”

"Can you take me to find these silver flowers?" Long Zun grabbed the middle-aged man's arm with both hands and asked nervously.

He was sure that the honeysuckle in the middle-aged population was a certain elixir, otherwise there would still be an aura in it after it was dried.

The middle-aged man took his hand away from his arm and said, "Don't worry, tomorrow we can go to the place where honeysuckle grows, drink the soup first, and taste the taste of wolf broth." ”

He picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of wolf broth from the iron pot and handed it to Long Zun.

Hearing that he would be able to find the silver flower tomorrow, Long Zun put his mind at ease, took the spoon, put it to his mouth and drank it carefully, the taste was indeed delicious, with a faint fragrance in it, and the sourness was not felt at all.

"Give me a taste too. The pillar leaned over, picked up a spoon and scooped up a large spoonful, and drank it in two or three sips, his mouth was hot, "It's delicious, it's so delicious." ”

The middle-aged man smiled and used a dagger to cut the rabbit into several pieces, and each person divided some of them.

A few people were well fed and drunk, and under the guidance of the middle-aged man, they left the waterhole and came to a depression in the cliff face, in which some hay was spread, and the three of them slept in it at night.