"There is one person missing," the team had already bypassed Shangba, and the peach blossom farmer counted the number of people, forty-two, and said to Qin Huai, "Your gang is lost." According to his playful temperament, he must have entered the upper dam. ”

"Oh, that day of the tiger, the head of a tiger with a human head and a tiger's body, eyes like bells, eat people when they meet people." Zhao Botao was so anxious that his sweat fell, which made Yao Huai feel funny.

"Don't panic, Uncle Qiao has the courage of ten thousand people," Qin Huai appeased Zhao Botao, and instructed the peach blossom farmer, "Mr. will wait here with the convoy, and I will go to find Uncle Qiao." ”

The peach blossom farmer beckoned the young man with the bamboo pole to come over, gave a few commands, and then got on his horse and said, "I'll go with you."

Qin Huai looked at the bamboo pole boy with a suspicious face, and he was not at ease. The peach blossom farmer stepped forward and left, only saying, "That splash of skin and even the knife fell on the car, if it is late, you will meet the tiger of the sun." Qin Huai had to take Uncle Qiao's knife to keep up, compared to Uncle Qiao, the safety of this group was much lighter.

The two rode into the valley and soon heard the roar of a tiger, followed by the sound of a fight. Turning over a hill, I saw a young man sitting on a rock with a smile, his mouth full of fruit, and a jade-like object in his hand. Uncle Qiao was fighting with a colorful tiger with his bare hands, looking embarrassed.

Qin Huai turned over and dismounted, drew his knife and stepped forward, slashing at the tiger. The colorful tiger leaped over and landed two feet away, cutting only a cluster of thorns. The big tiger jumped away and whimpered at the boy, like a cat crying if it wasn't bigger.

"You brute, bite my horse to death, and you are still wronged?" Uncle Qiao got up and dusted off the grass seeds from his hair, grinning at the big tiger. Earlier, he let his horse drink and took a nap in the grass by himself, when he met this colorful tiger.

The boy straightened his face and stood up, wrapped in only a fur skirt. He jumped down and touched the big tiger's head, and the big tiger squinted and enjoyed it.

"You are the Tiger of the Ritan? Lao Tzu didn't have a weapon in his hands before, and he couldn't bear to bully you, so he fell behind," Uncle Qiao took the knife and beckoned to the Tiger of Ritan, "Take your beast with you." Don't say that Lao Tzu bullies the small. ”

The tiger of the sun blinked, rubbed the head of the big tiger, and tilted his head to look at Uncle Qiao.

"It turned out to be a savage who had not yet opened his mind, and his words were in vain." Uncle Qiao had a few claw marks on his body, and some of the deeper ones had blood oozing out, but it was a pity that the family was dressed in coarse cloth. suffered a loss in his hands, and his mouth was still unforgiving, and Qin Huai had a headache.

"Childe, you rest, watch me pick the tiger skin, just to make a dress." Uncle Qiao said, and raised his knife to meet him.

The Tiger of the Sun screamed and jumped away on a colorful tiger. Uncle Qiao pounced and pounced again. The tiger of Ri Qin screamed on his mouth, smiled on his face, and teased the clumsy Uncle Qiao. Uncle Qiao was annoyed and angry, panting heavily. He sensed something flying towards him, and was about to avoid it, but he felt familiar and grabbed it. It turned out to be a piece of jade thrown by the peach blossom farmer, who was sitting upright on the mountain rock, eating the fruit in the shape of the tiger of the sun.

"He likes it very much, it's cat and mouse, and now it's cat and mouse." The peach blossom farmer threw a fruit into his mouth and laughed.

Sure enough, the tiger of Ri Qin saw Uncle Qiao holding a jade bi, and the tiger chased separately. Uncle Qiao was distracted and rolled around, but he was still slapped on the shoulder by the tiger's claws, revealing his miserable white bones.

Uncle Qiao grinned in pain, turned over, leaned on Qin Huai, and muttered: "This beast is so strong, Gongzi will stop that guy for me, and I will fight the evil tiger."

After that, Uncle Qiao took the jade in his mouth, held the knife in both hands, and fought with the evil tiger. Ri Qin Zhihu picked up a wooden stick and was about to attack Uncle Qiao, how could Qin Huai do what he wanted, draw a knife to stop it.

At first, Qin Huai's knife led the wind, and he had the upper hand steadily, which made the tiger breathless. The Tiger of Ritan suffered a loss in weapons, and the wooden stick was cut off. But according to the advantages of the terrain, he churned among the rocks and thorns, like a vigorous ape, it seemed that Qin Huai suppressed him everywhere, but he did not take any big advantage.

Soon the Tiger of Ri Qin did not escape, one move followed Qin Huai, even chopping and slashing, stabbing horizontally, although the appearance was funny, and the moves were slightly clumsy, but he and Qin Huai fought back and forth.

On the other side, the evil tiger was without the control of the Tiger of Ritan, and swooped straight at the side, but did not hurt Uncle Qiao in the slightest. On the other hand, Uncle Qiao became more and more fierce as he fought, and a long knife made him extremely skillful, leaving a few not deep knife marks on the evil tiger's body.

The evil tiger suffered a loss, and whimpered with the tiger of the sun, and when he saw that he couldn't spare his hand, he roared at Uncle Qiao again. The tiger roared in the valley, the birds and beasts were scattered, and Uncle Qiao, who was the closest, only felt a churning in his stomach, not that he was scared and shivered, but that the fishy smell of the tiger's mouth really caused discomfort.

After fighting for too long, both sides were tired, and they parted tacitly, and the tiger of Ritan jumped on a craggy rock in twos and threes, whistled, and the evil tiger licked the wounds on his body, and roared at the three of them from time to time. Sweat bit on his shoulder, hot pain, Uncle Qiao tore off his clothes and wrapped it around his shoulder. Without the cover of clothes, he revealed a body of tendon flesh and centipede-like scars, and looked ugly.

The peach blossom farmer sighed, looked at Uncle Qiao, and was amazed, and the look of disdain in his eyes also dissipated, this reckless man is not a man.

Soon the peach blossom farmer's face became solemn, and he looked into the depths of the valley, where the sound of fallen leaves and the roar of beasts were heard incessantly.

"Let's go." The peach blossom farmer turned over and rode away. Qin Huai picked up Uncle Qiao and got on the horse to follow. It seems that the rumors are half-true and half-false, and the tiger of this day is not as simple as one person and one tiger.

Seeing the three of them fleeing, the Tiger jumped down from the rock, and the big tiger leaned down obediently and landed on its back. Two horsemen and three people fled in front, one man and one tiger chased behind, and the roars of beasts in the dense forest came and went.

The convoy walked slowly along the trail, and the first two riders were not only exploring the road, but also overcoming obstacles. Peach Blossom Farmer and Qin Huai were not there, Shao Zhonggui lost his soul, Zhao Botao suffered from the wind and cold, curled up on the ox cart, the bamboo pole boy was young and young, the team had no backbone, and when he heard the roar of the beast, the whole team was panicked.

"Stop." The bamboo pole boy beckoned to stop, and the two leaders were relieved, rode back on horseback, and gathered the team. All the servants of the family were waiting for them, and they all looked at the young man with anticipation, waiting for him to give orders.

"It's a nuisance." The bamboo pole boy rubbed his forehead, a little unable to stand the eager gaze of the thirty-eighth person. But the beast roared endlessly, approaching step by step, and there were even ghostly figures shuttling through the forest. In the end, it is a farmer and a fisherman, who shows due fear in the face of unknown beasts, some gasping for air, some swallowing saliva, and some trembling. As for Zhao Botao, he was even more unbearable than this cadre, and the whole person was buried in the grain, pouting his ass.