Walking through the forest, Chu Wu's hair was soaked, he tore off the straw rope that tied his hair, held his forehead with both hands, pressed the wet hair, squeezed it all the way down the back of his head, squeezed out all the dew on his hair, and then tied it with a straw rope at the back of his head, without a bun.

"The Southern Barbarians are dressed like this, and I am no different from a Southern Barbarian now."

Chu Wu shook his hair, laughed self-deprecatingly, patted off the dew on his fur jacket, walked along a slope to the mountain stream, washed his face in front of the cold waterfall, and pulled out the broken sword, and sharpened it on the stone for a while, the sword became sharper and sharper, no matter how it was sharpened, it couldn't be sharpened, and the notch on the blade was like a saw, whether it was cutting meat, assassinating, or sawing bones, everything.

He caught two fish and a loach in the mountain stream, and lit the fire by drilling wood to make a fire, filling his stomach. Walking along the mountain stream, the more you go in, the fewer stones there are, the smaller the stream springs, but the more dense the pines and cypresses. Chu Wu picked some fresh pine branches, which must be used for pickling game. The pine branches of the mountain are fragrant, and the smoked pieces of meat have a cold fragrance.

"Perhaps, the scent is coming from underground."

Behind the dense pine and cypress is another world, where the ground is no longer broken stones or rotting leaves, but green meadows, flanked by fluffy bushes, and at the end of the meadow there are two graves, the heads of which are full of unknown small flowers, the color is very plain, the size of a fingernail, tender and white, similar to the cherry blossoms. When the wind blows, it exudes a cold aroma.

Chu Wu had never seen this kind of flower before.

Several of the Tomb Guardian Beasts had fallen crookedly in the grass, their bodies already sunk into the ground, only their heads exposed, and one of them had that little flower in its eyes. Chu Wu bent down, pulled out the flower, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and the fresh aroma poured into his stomach along his mouth, which made people feel refreshed.

Walking to the grave, Chu Wu took out a bunch of thatch in his arms, cut the grass into pieces with a sword, and sprinkled it on the grave.

The fox family lives in the grave.

"The two ancestors are above, Chu Wu has to disturb the heroic spirit of the ancestors in order to survive, and I hope that the ancestors will not be strange."

Chu Wu knelt in front of the grave bag and bowed nine times.

He muttered for a while, of course the ancestor couldn't answer him, only the gentle sound of the wind sounded in his ears. After a while, he found a mud hole in the grave bag on the right, and there was some fresh dirt at the mouth of the hole, and this mud hole was the entrance to the fox family.

The fox's meat is not very tasty, a little sour, but the fox's fur is very warm, winter is coming, the night is getting colder and colder, Chu Wu needs their fur to make a neckline.

Foxes are very cunning animals, bows and arrows are useless against them, just burrow into the grave and you will never catch it again. However, no matter how cunning the fox is, it can't compare to humans, and Chu Wu has long been ready. First of all, he put a net at the entrance of the cave, and the net was made of trees, and it was so strong that even a boar could not break through it. Then he took off the pine branches hanging behind his buttocks, chose some damp ones, and lit them with fire, and the thick smoke made Chu Wu burst into tears. The pine smoke burrowed into the mud hole and poured into the fox's house along the winding mud path, and in a short time the squeaky sound of the grave sounded, which was particularly permeating.

Chu Wu cracked his mouth and laughed silently.

Half an hour later, Chu Wu caught three big-flowered foxes, who wanted to deceive Chu Wu by pretending to be dead. Chu Wu was not fooled, stabbed them to death with a sword, tied them to the buttocks, and returned with a full load.

Returning along the way he came, Chu Wu picked some unknown small flowers, which were very fragrant and could be used to smoke fox meat with pine branches.

Under the waterfall, the three big-flowered foxes were washed and peeled, and the eight pieces were dismantled, and they were simply smoked, and the wool was supported by the branches, and the internal organs were roasted and eaten by him on the spot, crispy, and quite refreshing. In order to avoid being stolen by the soldiers, he smoked the pieces of meat outside, and it was not a one-time smoke, but seven or eight times back and forth, but his patience was getting better and better.

"It's all about living."

After pouring water on the fire, Chu Wu walked back down the slope, which was still the same slope where he had almost lost his life a few months ago. Now, climbing such a slope, he walked on the ground as if he were on the ground, pulling the grass and vines, and jumped up in three or two strokes. Unbeknownst to him, as soon as he went up, he froze.

There were dark shadows, black horses, and black people in the woods.

The fog locked people and horses, and it looked very unreal, as if it were ghosts. Chu Wu's breath became short, he took off the bow on his back, pointed an arrow at the shadow in the woods, and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

"Herod."

The figure on horseback did not answer him, but the black horse raised its hooves high, and the man stood up. So, Chu Wu looked at the wind and put on a pair of red shoes.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Chu Wu's hand holding the bow and arrow trembled, and his eyes widened and widened: "You are not her, she is dead, dead under my sword, who are you in the end?" ”

The fog became heavier and heavier, the horse's hooves fell heavily, and the black shadow on the horse's back reined in the horse, retreating step by step, and withdrawing from Chu Wu's sight.

"Where to go!"

Chu Wu shouted, let go of his hand, and the sharp arrow flew off the string, piercing towards the black shadow. There was a crisp sound, and the black shadow raised his thin sword, and the sharp arrow was stuck in the tree, and the tail of the arrow trembled violently.

Chu Wu pulled out his broken sword and chased after the black shadow.

The black shadow turned his head and glanced at Chu Wu, but he was not in a hurry to urge the horse, but raised his sword and slashed on the tree. When Chu Wu rushed closer, the black shadow had disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, there were scattered horseshoe prints under the tree, and the arrow shaft was still stuck in the tree, everything was real, not a nightmare.

"Who are you?"

Chu Wu held the sword in both hands, his back against the body of the tree, and looked around, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were full of horror.

At this time, a drop of dew suddenly fell from the top of his head, which happened to fall on the tip of his nose, and the cold dew made Chu Wu tremble, and he couldn't help but look up, but he didn't find a snake or anything, but saw a stray word.

"You are lucky, it is Feng Ajian, but you used it to kill the fox."

The words are engraved on the tree, the handwriting is very sloppy, but the content makes Chu Wu look stunned, Feng A Sword is one of the three holy relics of Southern Chu, it has disappeared for two hundred years, and the legend says that the sword is cast with the feathers of the Burning Sky Fire Phoenix, which is extremely holy and extremely sharp. Three thousand years ago, the seven ancestors crossed to the north, and were forced to a desperate situation by the southern barbarians, and the Burning Sky Fire Phoenix defeated a god king above the nine heavens, giving its body to the ancestors who were about to starve to death, and also gave the ancestors a feather that fell when fighting with the god king, and the feather fell from the nine heavens and turned into a sword in the hands of the great ancestor.

Feng Ajian?

Could it be that this broken sword is the Feng'a sword?

Chu Wu was so shocked that he held the sword in his hand and looked at it, for several months, he would go to the waterfall every day to sharpen his sword, sharpening the sword to the fullest, the sword body reflected his face, and with a wave of his hand, he cut off the arrow shaft on the tree, and the tentacles were like nothing. It's sharp enough, but it doesn't look like a Feng'a sword, and it doesn't even have a hilt. Chu Wu has never seen Feng A Sword, but every Chu person knows that Feng A Sword is transformed by the feathers of the Burning Sky Fire Phoenix, so the sword body is not the same, it has five cracks, two on the left and three on the right.

And so on, one, two, three, four, five.

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Like yesterday, there are a thousand words left behind, and tomorrow will be added at the end of this chapter. Recently, I can't keep up, and I can only write more than 6,000 words a day, and I will be tired if I do more.