On the other side of the hillside, a few welcoming pines stand in the wind, reflecting the sunset and evening light, leaving behind a cool shadow and stretching comfortably. A short-bearded Confucian priest about thirty years old, dressed in a blue-gray Confucian robe, rode a lean black horse, hung a three-foot long sword from his waist, held a wine gourd in his hand, squinted his eyes and trembled the reins forward, looked at the locks of weeds on this road with interest, and took a sip of the wine gourd from time to time. It can be seen that this person is a good drinker, but the amount of alcohol is not large.

In a pleasant moment, a big sika deer sprang out of the corner of the mountain, running with its legs, and was rushing towards this Confucian scholar, with a goose feather arrow inserted in his back, and the blood flowed down his back, reflecting the golden sunset, which was eye-catching. In the panic of running, he was already panting, and it was obvious that he would die of exhaustion or exhaustion if he would not be long in the future. The Confucian silence was broken, but also slightly stunned, seeing that the deer was about to turn around himself, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and looked at the tangent, "whoosh" is a sword thrown, right in the neck of the sika deer, the strength is acceptable, into the flesh is very deep. There are chasing soldiers behind this sika deer, there are blockades in front, and they are tired, and they are tired and tired after being hit by this sword, and they can no longer support it, and they fall to the ground with a "poof". There was a light of fascination in his eyes, his chest was sharply stretched and contracted, and after several struggles, he finally stopped his movements unwillingly.

The short-bearded Confucian was obviously a little dissatisfied with his sword not being able to shoot the sika deer directly. Turned over and dismounted, stepped on the back of the sika deer, held the hilt of the sword a few times and gently shook it to pull out the sword, rubbed it on the deer a few times to wipe off the blood, shook his head and laughed bitterly at himself, and put the sword into the sheath. I haven't used it for a few years, but this swordsmanship is rusty, and my hand strength is a lot worse.

Not long after, two little boys of about ten years old jumped out from the direction where the sika deer was coming, pulled out the thatch over the top, and chased after them. Look at their form, they should be two masters and servants. After some galloping, the two of them were still young, and their faces were already pale, and the servant boy's appearance was even more blue, and he couldn't stop shaking with a dead rabbit on his shoulder, and his legs trembled, and he couldn't support it. The young master was still interested, although he was also tired, but his eyes lit up, and he saw the sika deer at the feet of the Confucian scholar at a glance, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The short-bearded Confucian saw that this young man had slender arms, full of heaven, although he was young, but he was also born strong and majestic, and his little white face was very resolute and calm, and he had an iron horn bow in his hand that could be used, and his waist was very tight, and his little hands and small face wanted to run in a hurry, teaching the silk thatch to cut a few holes, but he didn't care, holding a big stone with one hand and panting for breath, and wiping a lot of sweat with the other, it was obvious that he was extremely relieved about the belonging of this sika deer. Shortbeard looked at him vaguely like an old man, and he didn't speak, just smiled and waited for his master and servant to relax.

The servant boy was a little anxious, just ran all the way, at this time he was a little unable to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, although he was a servant, his physical strength was not as good as that young man, he barely walked a few steps, foaming at the mouth and panting and said: "This lord, that, the deer was shot by the young master of my family, huh, you can't rob it!" After barely saying this, his pupils were already a little astigmatized, and he almost wanted to fall.

These two masters and servants are my Liu Feng and my servant Da Niu. After all, I was still young, and I only used a 30-pound birch bow, although an arrow hit the stupid deer, but it was not enough to make it hang up, so I had to chase and run behind.

But the big cow guy is useless, he is also a teenager, and he has only run for so many miles, and I don't feel tired as a young master, he is about to lie down, depressed, I usually don't see him eat less than me, I have meat to eat and I don't let him eat vegetables, really!

I looked at the kind-faced man in front of me, thinking that he wouldn't be a bad person, and besides, my father Liu Bei is the boss of the underworld in this area, he is a weak scholar, can he be bold enough to kidnap me? Thinking of this, I took two steps forward and said, "Sir, don't blame, the domestic servant is rude, and the kid is here to apologize for him." ”

My physical strength was much better than that of the big cow, and I didn't run with all my strength to take care of the big cow's inability to run, but just followed the bloodstains behind. This will have already eased up, looking at the sika deer neck there is a bloody hole, which should be left by the short-bearded Confucian in front of him. Youzhou is located in a remote area, and there are often Wuhuan into the Kou, the people have always been fierce, and the general scholars and literati are also proficient in swordsmanship, and can get on the horse and pull the bow, and the scholars of this era are not the kind of wastes who are powerless in later generations. Although this person is dressed as a scholar, I don't think it's strange that he can assassinate this sika deer with a sword. It's just that I don't know how to negotiate with this person for a while, I just keep looking at the uninvited guest in front of me, how can I feel that this person seems to be very familiar with me.

The short-bearded Confucian thought that he was polite when he saw my manners, and he didn't despise me because I was small, so he smiled and said, "Xiaoyou is polite, I see that Xiaoyou is very young, his body is thin, and he is not much older than this deer in terms of height." You say you can hunt this deer, but it's unbelievable. ”

This person is interesting, watch me talk about it? Before I could answer, the big bull behind him was already loud: "You are so rude!" This deer was shot by my young master, and the two of us followed the bloodstains for a long time to find it, how can you not believe it? ”

This kid is useless if he doesn't have it, but he doesn't lack the heart of the protector. It's just that he was bluffed by someone, and he was too embarrassed, right? Thinking about it, this is also the first time in his life that he was instigated by me to go out hunting alone, and he actually shot an adult sika deer in one fell swoop. On weekdays, although he and I are called master and servant, in fact, I treat him like a brother, he is a little stupid, loyal and obedient, I think when I let him suffer grievances. At this time, seeing that there was such an unreasonable adult in the world, I became very anxious, and my neck was already thick when I spoke, and a few tears that were very uncompetitive were shaking in the frame of my eyes, and I couldn't bear to see it.

It's just that in this Eastern Han Dynasty, the hierarchy of master and servant was extremely clear, and it was the duty of the servant to be beaten and scolded, that is, as the master, he killed his own servant, which was also common. Although Da Niu has a good relationship with me, he rushed to speak in front of me twice, which greatly lost the etiquette of the master. I didn't want to make a statement, so I reprimanded him and said, "Da Niu, stand down!" After saying that, he took a few steps forward, bowed to the short-bearded Confucian priest, and asked proudly: "The arrow that the boy just now is still on the back of the sika deer, if the gentleman does not believe it, you can take it for inspection." "Adults can bully children, but as children, we can't cry and pretend to be wronged just because we are children, right?

The short-bearded Confucian was not polite, and took the goose feather arrow in my hand very casually with one hand, but did not examine it carefully, and said with a smile: "The little boy has a great heroic spirit between his eyebrows, dare to ask his father's name?" "It seems that this man has always been free and uninhibited, and his actions are also very arrogant, although I am only a ten-year-old child at this time, he is also rude to look like this. But if you want to come to the ritual thing, I don't like this short-bearded Confucian very much.

I also knew that this person was not deliberately trying to make things difficult for us, but was just teasing us, so I straightened up, looked back at the short-bearded Confucian without shying away, and said with some doubts: "Looking at Mr. It should be a local, why has the kid never seen Mr. before?" ”

Seeing that I didn't answer the rhetorical question, this short-bearded Confucian scholar was slightly stunned, and then laughed loudly: "The little friendly is careful, and he has been studying abroad for several years, and he has only come back recently. ”

Get? It seems that this person is ** my fox friend and dog friend of Liu Bei's father, look at him, the boss is not small and pretends to be stupid to tease me as a child, and he can talk to his father. Thinking of this, I asked again: "I don't know who Mr. is looking for, the kid is from this Lou Sang Village, but do you want the kid to lead the way for Mr.?" Saying this, I looked at the sika deer that had not yet died with pity, it seems that a large piece should have to enter the belly of this uncle tonight, people say that those who drink well must have good meat, and I don't know how this uncle's craftsmanship is, if my father has not come back tonight, let him cook, and he will not mind if he thinks like this.

However, this look of mine, in the eyes of this uncle, was only when I was thinking about this sika deer, looking at it and laughing in my heart, a child is a child after all, as if he was talking to himself and replied to my words: "I don't know if Liu Xuande is not at home at this time." ”

Sure enough, I came to find my father!

But who is this one? As far as I know, with my father's temperament, he is more like a reckless hero than he likes to talk about it, and when he gets along, most of them are demagoguery, and there are really not many scholars and Confucian scholars like this. Thinking of this, I bowed and said, "I don't know who Mr. is, why are you looking for my father?" In ancient times, the older a child grows, the more loved he becomes, but a genius child like Cao Cao is only described by the word "stubborn". Although I disdain this point of view, I'm not really a little P child anyway, but I'm happy to do it.

In fact, I don't say it, the uncle in front of me looked at my appearance, and my father was seven or eight points similar to me (I can be sure of this), so he vaguely guessed who I was, stretched out his hand to help me up, and said with a smile: "My name is Jian Yong, I am your father's young friend, when you were still in infancy, your father traveled, and I hugged you when I came to see you off." Hehe, at that time, the virtuous nephew also urinated on your uncle. ”