Maybe this is what it feels like to have a heavy responsibility, although there are only thirty-nine people, they all look at themselves expectantly, and the bamboo pole boy said in his heart.

"Straighten your waists, hold the swords in your hands, and tie up the frightened cattle and horses," the young man with the bamboo pole held the bamboo pole, heroic, staring at the dense forest, and commanded, "Here they are, many of them." ”

There were many shadows in the dense forest, and a large herd of wild beasts scurried, and a few timid servants threw away their swords and fled in all directions, and the rest swayed.

"It's just a group of roe deer," the young man waved a bamboo pole and hit a fleeing roe deer, the roe deer squeaked away, and the young man teased again, "Don't you pick up the knife soldiers?" Worse than a roe deer? ”

The servants picked up their swords in shame and shrank aside. This herd of roe deer, numbering more than 100 wild deer, was frightened and soon disappeared into the dense forest.

"Here we are." The young man thrust the bamboo pole into the ground, his face was solemn, and he didn't say much. Everyone has not yet come to their senses, knowing that it should be a beast this time, and they dare not slack off, nor dare they dare to escape. Stay, relying on the large number of people and still have a little life, if you escape, there are still 20 miles to the west to Bayang, and further to the east, there is little life.

Two white-fronted and blue-eyed tigers emerged from the dense forest, looking at this group of uninvited guests condescendingly, walking steadily, like a king, looking at Bashan. The fleeing roe deer were clearly their masterpiece.

"Is this the Tiger of the Sun?" Zhao Botao got up, knelt on the car board, and muttered.

No one cares about him, when life and death are at stake, who cares about the life and death of a righteous person? Human life is noble and low, and human life is as humble as mustard.

The bamboo pole boy showed the extraordinary temperament of the leader at this moment, he threw away the bamboo pole and rushed towards the tiger on the right, and everyone was no longer cowardly, relying on the large number of people, and also being a hero to fight the tiger.

In the face of an enemy dozens of times larger than one's own, even if it was a tiger, it could not parry, and soon fell behind and scattered and fled. The young man with the bamboo pole gave an order and chased a tiger, and three or five big men also followed, relying on their strength.

Qin Huai and the three of them ran for five miles, and only then did they catch up with the convoy, and the Tiger of Ri Qin was still chasing behind them. Seeing the return of the three of them, Zhao Botao got up to greet him.

That day, the tiger of Ri Qin was entrenched in the distance with four fierce tigers, staring at the group with fierce eyes. Soon, another big tiger came out of the dense forest, ran to the side of the tiger of Ritan, and crawled, whimpering. The face of the Tiger of the Sun changed greatly, and the five big tigers also roared in unison, and the formation was terrifying.

"Doctor Qin, that young man and four or five big men went into the forest." An older servant said respectfully. He took care of the young man all the way, and was afraid that the young man would suffer, so he wanted to ask Dr. Yao to think of a countermeasure.

Qin Huai pondered for a moment, was silent, and only looked at the peach blossom farmer.

Suddenly, a few figures came out of the forest, and everyone thought that there was another tiger attacking, but it turned out to be a bamboo pole boy and his party. The bamboo pole boy took the lead, followed by four big men, and carried the big tiger on his shoulder.

The old servant greeted him, probed the big tiger's snort, took the young man's hand and raised it high, and shouted happily: "Fight the tiger hero!"

"Fight Tiger Heroes!" Everyone shouted in unison, they fought side by side, and the courage and strength of the young man convinced them, and they were honored.

"Dare to ask the young man's surname?" The elder asked respectfully.

The young man glanced at the peach blossom farmer, and after seeing him nodding, he replied loudly: "Deng's, Mingzhi."

"Fighting Tiger Hero Deng Shaoxia!" The crowd shouted.

Zhao Botao arched his hand towards Qin Huai, handed the reins to Deng Zhi, and returned to the ox cart to lie down. He was already weak, and he suffered from the wind and cold, and the bumpy mountain road made it difficult for him.

The group carried the tiger carcass to the ox cart and continued their journey. Behind him, the Tiger of Ritan and the five fierce tigers pressed forward step by step, and he was jealous. There were also a number of servants who were also jealous, and their steps were quickened, for fear that a tiger would rise up and hurt people. However, it was said that Deng Zhi wanted to hand the horse to the old servant, which provoked him to refuse, and finally took the reins and hung Deng Zhi at the end.

Turning over the pass again, it is Bayang. The Tigers followed, and the convoy was much faster, and there was still an hour before sunset.

The peach blossom farmer smiled and said, "After escorting us all the way, this jade should also be returned." Uncle Qiao saw Qin Huai nodding and threw the jade bi in front of the Tiger of Ritan, with a big tiger rank of jade. The Tiger of Ri Qin screamed for a while, turned around and went back.

The two sources of the Tongjiang River converge in Bayang, and the boundary of the Tongguo is still called the Zongjiang River, and the boundary of the Qiguo is still called Qishui. Bayang, located at the confluence of the two rivers, across the Qishui, is the place where the eyes are all the boundaries of the country.

Shao Zhonggui was still in a trance, but he still bowed to Qin Huai and led the convoy away. Zhao Botao was sick and only brought two family members, and it seems that the matter of inviting a gentleman for the school should be slow.

There was a huge convoy, and there were only four people left, and it was divided into two groups, and as for the big tiger, it was placed straight on the ground.

"Idle boy, after more than ten years of absence, you met in another country, can you stay in the cold house?" Qin Huai bowed his hand, and his body bent slightly.

Uncle Qiao stared at the bull's eye, but didn't ask. But the young man waved his hand and said, "No, no, my mother is still waiting at home to eat osmanthus cake."

The peach blossom farmer rubbed the young man's head dotingly, turned to Qin Huai, and asked rhetorically: "Huai, after ten years, is the thing still the same?" Are people still the same? ”

"Things are not people." Qin Huai was categorical, and his body bent again.

The peach blossom farmer nodded and led the young man away. After a while, the young man turned back, handed Qin Huai a Tao Xun, and said: "The tiger of Ritan has been removed, remember to send one or two bones to the Zhao family in the west of the country." I went after the peach blossom farmer again.

Qin Huai sat under the tree, looking at the back of the peach blossom farmer, hugging Xun and playing, the peach blossom farmer sang harmoniously, and the song gradually rose and went away, and the song said:

"The peach is dying, and its scorching scorching. Tree Deng in the court, can be a family. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. Tree Deng in the country, can govern the country. The fruit is evil. The trees are full of trees, and he is sick. The leaves are beautiful, and their hearts are clear. The trees are full of trees, and the world is ruined. ”

"Huai?" At the end of the song, Uncle Qiao finally asked impatiently.

"That's the real son," Yao Huai's expression was gloomy, and he quickly regained his composure, and continued, "I didn't expect him to be in trouble." ”

Uncle Qiao was thoughtful, and suddenly patted his head: "Is it him?"

Qin Huai nodded, and said, "Uncle Qiao, don't call me Gongzi again in front of people in the future." Childe Childe, now even the reckless puppet is called Childe. ”

Uncle Qiao asked again, "What about the queen?"

"The Queen?" Qin Huai tapped his forehead with three fingers of his left hand, and said with a wild smile, "The queen calls me the prince, in less than three years, I am the king after the people, and I am also the king before the people." After finishing speaking, Qin Huai opened one hand and slowly clenched his fists, like the posture of a Bashan tiger staring down on everyone.

Uncle Qiao was in tears, crying, wiping a handful of tears, handing a piece of jade to Qin Huai, and shouting respectfully: "Oh, prince, I saw that this piece of jade was beautiful before, so I kept it."