At a distance that was neither too far nor too close, the pillar stopped. The www.biquge.info pillar knew that wild boars mostly appeared in groups, and he had to be careful to observe whether there were other wild boars around.

The boar and the pillar looked at each other. The boar looked at the pillar for a moment, and seemed to be bored, so he let out a breath, turned his head and crossed his feet, and peed happily on the tree.

The pillars found nothing.

He pulled out a boulder and threw it at the pig's back. After a "bang", the wild boar jumped up in the air with a loud volley, and kicked its two hind legs into the air fiercely, and the urine drew a yellow arc in the air.

The boar turned around and tried to flee into the woods, but was hit in the neck by a stone. The boar, which had suffered a painful blow, turned around and fled, but was snatched in the head by the pillar, and another stone was placed on its belly, this time it was a sharp stone, and the boar was bleeding from its belly.

Without his father's help, it was a bit difficult to practice, and Zhu Zi wanted to simply hunt wild boars alone and try his skills. He pulled out his stick, rubbed himself and ran towards the boar.

Suddenly, the pillar felt a gust of wind chasing after him, and the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and he was the first to react. The pillar rolled sideways and flashed to the side.

Rushing over was a larger wild boar with a large head and a hideous face. The mouth is open like a basin, the tongue is stuck out as if "impermanence", the eyes are red like lanterns, and there are two fangs, each half a meter long.

The boar, having lost its target, quickly pushed forward on its front feet to stop, and the huge pig's butt wiped a large piece of turf to the ground.

Adjusting its direction, the boar lowered his head and headed straight for the pillar again. The pillar was a little tense, and he tightened his grip on the stick, moving his footsteps, keeping his body slightly offset from the pig's head. He waited......

At the moment when the boar was about to hit the body of the pillar, the pillar squatted to the left, avoided the impact, and thrust the wooden stick into the boar's neck with his right hand. The boar did not reach the pillar, but its forelimbs tripped over the right leg of the pillar. The boar, having lost its center of gravity, slammed its head to the ground. The sharpened sticks were almost all inserted into the boar's neck, and the boar fell to the ground with a wail, blood flowing, and struggled to get up. The pillar continued to beckon the boar with his fists and feet, and the pig stopped moving for a while, except for its belly still beating slightly, and its mouth still slightly open and closed.

The pillar was excited, he had hunted wild boars, but always with his father. This time my father was not there, but he was alone in defeating such a large wild boar. The excitement carried him away a little.

He looked at the length of the wild boar, and then reached out to carry the pig's body, and felt that the pig was at least four or five hundred catties. He suddenly remembered Wu Song, when Wu Song killed the tiger with a whistle stick and several old punches, and he will be famous for centuries. Now, if he kills a huge wild boar with a small punch with a wooden stick, can he still be famous for ten years? He seemed to see himself wearing a hero flower, putting on a hero robe, and seemed to see Miss Ma's praising eyes. A smile leaked out of the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

He wanted to rest, so he untied the long belt around his waist, sat down beside the boar, and began to wonder how to get the boar back.

Wooden sled! The pillar finally came up with a good idea, and made a wooden sled out of twigs and rattan to pull it back.

He stood up and walked into the woods to find branches and vines. In front of the big tree, he suddenly saw the wild boar that had been injured by the stone, and for some reason, the wild boar did not run away, but stood behind the tree and looked at the pillar, but his eyes were very red and his breath was very rough.

The pillar didn't care, he already had a good harvest. In his eyes, the boar had become so small, so small that it was simply not worth mentioning. He turned and walked to the other end.

But the wild boar is interested in him. The pig's front hooves suddenly began to dig into the earth, the pig's head was downward, and the fangs were forward, and the impact began. The pillar turned sideways to give way to the boar, and punched the pig in the face with his right hand, and the pig was knocked over on its side, got up, staggered forward, and stopped not far away to look at the pillar and gasp.

The pillar was happy, but he didn't expect that he would be able to knock over the wild boar with one punch: how strong is this punch, 100? 200 pounds? 300 pounds? Zhuzi felt that he was more "Wu Song".

The pillar is happy, and the wild boar is coming again. Dodge, punch, dodge, punch......

Every time, when the downed boar got up, the pillar thought that this time it would run far away and never look back. But each time, it took him by surprise.

At first, the pillar was very ambitious, and he was determined to "Wu Song" to the bottom, but soon he felt a little overwhelmed. The crazy boar wrapped itself around the pillar, and he punched again and again, and the boar fell to the ground again and again, but no matter how he hit, he didn't die. The number of boars falling to the ground gradually decreased, the charges gradually intensified, and the pillars became scrambling, trying to get rid of the boar as soon as possible.

The pillar wanted to touch the stick, but remembered that the stick was still stuck in the pig's neck. I touched the stone instead, but I touched the waistband of my trousers. Bending down to pick up stones, the ground is mud except grass.

The wild boar took advantage of the moment when the pillar bent over, and put its head on the butt of the pillar. The pillar was pushed up, and he got up in embarrassment, his ass hot, but the pillar didn't care.

The pillar runs in front, and the boar chases behind. With all his might, the pillar finally climbed a big tree. The wild boar struggled to hit the trunk under the tree.

The pillar finally had time to touch his ass, a hand of blood. "Fuck you!" The pillar scolded, and he suddenly felt that the pig was not small. The pillar thought, this pig must be more than 100 catties, 200 catties? 300 pounds?

"Wu Song" has fled to nowhere. The pillar was tired and lost the courage to go down the tree and fight the wild boar again.

People gasping in the trees, pigs gasping under the trees, confronting each other, the sun gradually setting in the western mountains. The pillar was a little tired, and he sat down on the trunk of the tree and fell asleep.

At dusk, Ma Yunyao and her brother returned home. As soon as she got home, she went around looking for the pillar, but was surprised to find that the pillar was not there.

After Cha Boxue no longer taught Ma Yunming martial arts, he was idle in the Ma family for a period of time and became an idler who ate and lived for nothing. After about two or three years like this, Cha Boxue was grateful and panicked, so he took the initiative to ask Master Ma for his life, hoping that Master Ma would arrange something to do. Mr. Ma arranged for him to be responsible for collecting accounts and goods. Therefore, Cha Boxue travels all year round, and he is absent for half of the year. Because Cha Bo is shrewd and effective, he saved a lot of trouble for Master Ma, and the Ma family is also very generous to Cha Shizhu, and usually does not arrange him to do any chores, so he is at ease.

But Cha Shizhu is a very discerning person, there is work in his eyes, and he is willing to be angry and thoughtful, and often helps the people in the house to chop wood, cut grass, carry water and even wash and cook, so he is deeply loved by the people.