The Great Song Dynasty and the autumn of the eighth year

Jingxi Road, Qingfu, Fengfu County, in the mountains

A young Taoist priest, carrying a large canvas bag, walked slowly along a mountain path covered with fallen leaves

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled a few beams of light through the trees, and the Taoist priest frowned, because he was lost.

What to do, this is in the Great Song Dynasty, there must be no navigation and positioning in the mobile phone.

Seeing that there was a black pine forest in front of him, and there seemed to be a strange sound faintly coming from it, Liu Jing's heart jumped, and he silently pulled out the Remington ultra-short shotgun that the system on his back gave him on credit, loaded it, and searched forward vigilantly.

Walking into the pine forest, it was almost completely dark, and there was the sound of small beast footsteps in the faint bushes, and suddenly there was silence, and Liu Jing was terrified, stopped, and his fingers clenched the trigger.

Suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, and when he turned back sharply, there was a sound of slamming on the ground behind the chaotic tree, and a white-fronted tiger jumped out and pounced on him.

Instinctively aimed the muzzle at the tiger, subconsciously quickly pulled the trigger, the "boom" muzzle sprayed a long red light, the thunderous sound spread with the empty mountain, the huge power of the No. 12 shotgun directly hit the big insect in the air headshot, and the huge tiger body fell under his feet with inertia.

Liu Jing's whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and he quickly pulled the rod to load, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the dead tiger, and after a while, seeing that the tiger was really dead, he wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and hurriedly left the pine forest to hurry, what if there was another one.

The so-called panic did not choose the road, and was walking blindly all the way without a goal, only to hear the bell of "dangchang", stumbled under his feet, and the whole person fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"The cow has tripped and fallen, brothers, take it quickly!"

There was a shout, and seven or eight men flashed out of the bushes beside them, all skinny and ragged, with a few rusty knives and forks in their hands, and swarmed up to surround Liu Qing, who was sleeping on the ground with something like a burning stick.

"Ahh Half a month does not open, the opening encounters a miscellaneous hair, and it is said that it is not unlucky! First, a man with a sharp beak and a monkey's cheek spat thick phlegm on the ground, and with a wave of his hand, several people burrowed back into the grove.

What's the situation, despised by the bandits? Liu Jing got up on his own, patted the soil on his body, and looked blinded.

"Big brothers, aren't you robbing me?" Liu Jing asked weakly in the direction of the woods.

"The miscellaneous bald donkey will not be robbed, robbed the bad luck and occupied the body, go quickly, and delay grandpa to sleep." The impatient voice of a man came from the grove.

"What, a few big brothers, Xiaodao was indeed accidentally lost, I don't know if a few big brothers can point out the path down the mountain." Liu Jing didn't leave with a dead face.

"Why are you not finished yet, if you are not familiar with this mountain forest, you will not be able to turn out for three days, by the way, there are still big insects in this ridge, ask for more blessings!"

"Big brother, how many tigers are there in this ridge?"

"Aren't you stupid with this miscellaneous hair, don't you hear that one mountain can't tolerate two tigers, one big insect is enough for you to bear, don't make noise, let's go quickly,"

"Then I can rest assured, there was a tiger sneak attack just now, and I was killed by a shot, so don't be afraid now." Liu Jing let out a long breath and finally relaxed.

Hula, the men in the grove all came out again, looking left and right around Liu Jing.

The sharp-mouthed man in front of him changed his tone and asked, "Dao Chief, did you kill that big worm?" Monks don't speak, seriously? ”

"It's more real than real gold."

"There was a terrifying drought thunder on the side of the black pine forest just now, and I am still frightened, was it released by the Taoist chief?"

"Ranye" Liu Jing stretched out his hand to brush his beard, and found that he had no beard, so he took his hand back in embarrassment.

The man was cautious: "Do you dare to take us to see if it's true or not?" ”

"What dare you do, go."

A group of beggar-like thieves followed Liu Jing back to the black pine forest, and after a while, they saw a big white belly sleeping there in the distance.

A group of people were frightened, and first threw a few stones from afar, but when they saw that there was no movement, they slowly surrounded them, and when they looked at it, they all smiled.

"Dao Master, Heavenly Master, Old Immortal." The sharp-mouthed man spoke incoherently, seeing that Liu Jing looked young, and after thinking about it again, he felt that all immortals had skills, and the one in front of him was a thousand-year-old demon, and he didn't know what to call it for a while.

"Old fairy, your old mana is boundless, such a big insect and a thunder smashed the tiger's head, just now the little ones have no eyes, you old people don't blame, the little ones kowtow to you to make amends." A group of people are about to kowtow.

"Come on, don't pretend, I'm not that old." Liu Jing clasped his hands, "Don't you just want the tiger, just carry it away, it's useless for me to keep it." ”

Everyone was overjoyed, they got up one after another, cut down the pine branches to make torches, tied up the big insects, put down a small tree, cut off the branches, pierced the big insects, and several people swayed and carried them to the cottage.

"Even if the Taoist chief is lost, it is better to go to the small cottage for a day, eat a bowl of water and wine, and send the Taoist chief down the mountain in person when the morning dawns." The sharp-mouthed man invited.

"It's so good, I'm tired of big brother leading the way." Liu Jing arched his hand.

A group of people took turns carrying the tiger, Liu Jing followed, turned a hill, walked for a while, went down to a valley, and arrived.

The leader had already sent a person back to report the news, and the gate of the valley village was also crowded with people waiting for them, men, women and children, who saw the tiger from afar, and rushed up, all of them ran to see the strangeness.

The sharp-mouthed man gritted his teeth and carried the dead tiger to the open space of the cottage, and as soon as the stick was thrown, they all sat on the stone and gasped, and Liu Jing was also tired of walking, so they sat together and watched everyone play with the tiger.

"The Taoist chief sees that he is tired, so it is better to go and rest with the little one, and wait for tomorrow to take care of it." The man gasped, saw Liu Jing's tired appearance, and said.

Liu Jing nodded, followed the man to a stone house, drank a scoop of cold water, the man said goodbye and went first, Liu Jing was a little frightened, and walked a lot of mountain roads, at this time only felt sore, weak and weak, and clothes snuggled on the wooden bed, and fell asleep in a short time.

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"Dao Chief, get up and have some food, it's almost noon." The voice of the man outside the stone house woke Liu Jing up, and he was in a trance for a while, and he didn't know where he was, so he was blindsided for a while, looked at the situation in the house, and then remembered that he was in the bandit village of the Great Song Dynasty.

After washing his face with cold water, he opened the door, and the man came respectfully with a tray in his hand, and said with a smile: "The Taoist thinks he is hungry, and the little one will bring food to the Taoist chief." Then he put down the tray and sat aside.

Two wild vegetable dumplings, a bowl of broth, with a large piece of fat tiger meat floating on it, Liu Jing said thank you, first eat a bite of wild vegetable dumplings, stuck in his throat and couldn't swallow, hurriedly drank a sip of soup, no salt, because he was very hungry, gritted his teeth and finished eating, and talked to the man.

It turns out that the name of this place is Wohu Mountain, the man is called Hou San, is the second master of the cottage, usually works in the mountains, and also goes to do some private business every three or five days, recently because of the lack of salt and grain in the village, go to the path to set up an ambush, and hit Liu Qing.

"Why don't you see your boss?" Liu Jing asked.

"The big boss has been sick for the past few days and can't get out of bed." Hou San frowned.

"Uh, what's your boss's illness, what are your symptoms?"

"The ghost pressed the bed, I don't know what evil happened, I suddenly felt dizzy and weak that morning, I just couldn't get off the kang, and I saw that I had been asleep for two or three days."

"It's supposed to be vertigo caused by the cervical spine." Liu Jing thought to himself, "Xiaodao also knows a little bit about medical skills, let's go and take a look." ”

Hou Sanyi patted the back of his head, "I'm not stupid, the Taoist mana is boundless, just draw a soul suppression talisman and scatter the little ghost who pressed the bed, or the little ghost will be scared away as soon as he sees the Taoist himself, haha." ”

Approaching a slightly larger stone house, it seemed that it was the residence of the owner of the village, Hou San pushed open the door, and there was a burly man lying on the bed of the main house, and a little girl with long braids whose clothes were washed white and covered with patches was feeding him soup.

Seeing that someone was coming, the little lady was so frightened that she hid in the back room and couldn't come out.