The man in the prime of life said: "That monster is called the horse-faced wolf, it is born from the mating of male wild horses and female wolves, and it is rare to encounter it in a hundred years, this kind of thing is as good at running as a horse, and has the ferocity of a wolf, and its strength is infinite, it can tear the tiger and tear the bear, and the beasts in the mountains even the tiger and the bear will run away when they see it." ”

Luda smiled innocently: "No matter how powerful it is, it will see the king of Hades." ”

Ruda exchanged names with the man in the prime of life.

The man in his prime was a local Tangut man, named Wubul, and was a local hunter.

The Ubul said to Ruda, "Brother, you are remarkable, and you have done a great evil to the land. The animal had already eaten seven or eight people, and it had eaten countless animals. The hunters near us received the order of the governor of the prefecture, and went into the mountains to round up several times to no avail, so they were scolded and whipped by the commander. I really want to thank you this time. ”

Luda said: "No thanks, no thanks, I also tore up that monster for self-defense." ”

Ubul said: "Then how can you do it, you have done such a great deed, how can you let everyone know, know it." ”

The Ubul went out into the courtyard and gave a loud whistle. After about a pillar of incense, a dozen hunters came to the courtyard.

The Ubul invited Ruda to stand in the middle of the courtyard and said, "Tell you the good news that the brute who plagued us has been killed by this brother. ”

The hunters couldn't believe it, and they exchanged their heads and said, "Is this true?" ”

"Impossible, right?"

"There are so many of us who can't deal with that monster, and he can easily kill that monster alone."

Seeing that everyone didn't believe their words, Wubul said angrily: "Whether it's true or not, let's go and see if it's true." ”

The people were so bold, and it was daylight, so all the hunters took bows and arrows, javelins, hunting forks, led the hounds, and surrounded Ruda, and walked together into the mountains.

Everyone cautiously came to the boulder where Luda rested last night, and opened their mouths in surprise one by one, and sure enough, they saw five hungry wolves with severed heads, and the huge horse-faced wolf also fell motionless to the ground, the weeds were crushed in a large piece, and the upper and lower jaws were torn apart, and only a palm-wide body of flesh was connected. Look at the bottom of the hillside, there is a wolf corpse with open skin on its back.

Everyone rushed up, cut down the trees with their hands and feet, knotted the ropes of the ropes, made a few loads, carried the carcasses of the seven wolves up the mountain and down the ridge and came to the courtyard of the Wubul's house.

The hunters set up several platforms in the courtyard and disemboweled, skinned and cut the flesh of the six wolves.

The mothers-in-law and aunts were setting up pots and burning fires, and the children were happily running and jumping in the yard, as if they were as lively as the New Year.

Only the horse-faced wolf was carried into the house.

Luda pointed to the horse-faced wolf and asked Ubur in confusion: "Brother Ubul, why don't you peel and cook meat for this big guy." ”

The Ubur said, "This guy is for you, brother." ”

Luda said: "Leave it for me?" I can't eat such a big guy alone. ”

The Ubur laughed and said, "Brother, it's not for you to eat. ”

Ruda said: "What are you doing with it without meat?" ”

"Brother," said the Ubur, "don't you know that this guy's hair is precious. ”

Luda said: "How precious? ”

"I heard from the old people that although the hair on its body is soft, it is as hard as steel, and it is difficult to cut off with swords and swords, and it is not afraid of fire. ”

Luda said: "If there is such a thing, I don't believe it. ”

"I don't believe it either," said Ubur, "but we can try it now." ”

After that, he pulled out a few green hairs from the horse-faced wolf's body, put them on the cutting board, raised the kitchen knife and cut them hard, but the green hairs were deeply trapped in the wooden case, but they were not cut off. Then he took the fire fold and grilled it, and it was still the same.

The knife is slashed, but the fire is still the same, and it is really a precious thing.

Wu Bu'er called her mother-in-law into the yard and told her, "From now on, you don't have to do anything, just take off all the wool of the horse-faced wolf in the house, and then spin it into thread, and weave a vest according to the figure of Brother Lu." ”

Ruda said: "Big brother, I don't go to the battlefield again, so I don't need this." ”

Ubur said: "Brother, although you say that you are an ordinary person, I always feel that you are not an ordinary person, and if you wear this vest woven of wolf wool, you will definitely use it again." Besides, you killed this monster, so it should belong to you. ”

Ruda said: "Then trouble your sister-in-law." ”

Wubul stretched out his hand and patted Ruda's shoulder and said, "Brother, you're welcome, let's go outside for a drink." ”

The sun went down, the moon rose quietly, and on a few temporary wooden tables in the courtyard, there were pots of steaming wolf meat that had just come out of the pot, and large bowls were filled with local old local wine.

Men and women and children from the neighborhood came, and thirty or forty people crowded the courtyard.

People who have been suppressed for a long time are going to rejoice tonight under this month.

When everyone saw Ruda come out of the house, they rushed forward and toasted the great hero.

Everyone is happy, everyone is happy.

It's been a long time since these simple mountain people have had such a hearty drink.

Drain the wine and fill it up. Don't get drunk tonight.

If you are drunk, you are a hero, and if you are drunk, you are called a hero.

- You don't have to be famous, you have to be drunk.

The people ate wolf meat and drank wine in large bowls.

Shouting, shouting, talking, laughing, singing, dancing

That's life,

Life must be happy, don't let the wine bowl be empty to the moon.

Drink, it's a wine of joy.

Drink it, it's a celebratory wine.

This wine was drunk until the sunrise in the east.

Ruda was drunk, and he felt that he had never felt so warm since he had fled his hometown.

Ruda was drunk, and he felt that ordinary life was so sweet and beautiful.

Ruda was drunk, not drunk, but drunk, drunk.

In the wee hours of the morning, the sun is shining.

The blade glistened in the rising sun, and the broadsword in Ruda's hand was retrained and sharpened by the blacksmith found by the Ubur, and it was sharper than before.

After the battle of Wild Wolf Ridge, Luda regarded this big knife as life.

The knife saved his life, and he regarded it as his life.

Everything has a spirit, and so does the sword.

The knife danced in Ruda's hand like a satin-like white line, wrapping Luda tightly in it, only seeing the light and shadow of the knife, and no trace of anyone.

Man and knife form one, and knife and man form one vein.

Stay-in, retract the knife.

The bright morning sun reflected Ruda's eyes, and it was also shining.

That is the light of youth, that is the brilliance of strength.

In this rising sun, he stood proudly like a god.

Ruda stayed at the Ubur house for five days. Every day, when the sun rises, the broadsword is drilled.

Ruda believed in his heart,

Drawing a knife isn't all killing.

The sun rose as scheduled, and the warm smoke drifted in the morning breeze.

Ruda and Ubul stood in the courtyard.

Both of them were silently looking at the mountains in the distance, and neither spoke.

They are saying goodbye, and they are not talking.

Ruda is leaving here today, although the two have only known each other for a short period of five days,

There is a kind of attachment in the hearts of each other who are going to be separated.

It doesn't have to be said, but it's reluctant.

Buwuer is looking at the mountain, and Luda is also looking at the mountain.

Looking at the mountain, I looked at it for a long time. The mountain is still the same mountain.

Looking at the mountain, and looking at it for a long time, Wubul turned to look at Luda:

"There are two things that I must tell you."

"Big brother, you say."

"That black barbarian general in Yongzhou Mansion is not just a soldier, he used to be a famous swordsman, a famous swordsman."

The Ubur sighed, "So you must not fight him, and you must remember this until you have to." ”

Ruda only asked, "What about the second thing?" ”

The Udabur was silent for a long time before speaking.

"You're a prodigal. For now, you're a prodigal. The Ubur said, "Some prodigal sons are rich, some prodigal sons are amorous, some prodigal sons love to laugh, some prodigal sons love to cry, but all prodigal sons have one thing in common." ”

"What about that?"

"Emptiness" Ubur emphasized: "Lonely, lonely, empty. ”

He went on slowly: "So if the prodigal sons find someone who can make them feel no longer lonely, they will be like a man who has caught a log and will not let go of his death." He didn't care if the log would carry him to shore, for he already had a sense of security in his heart, which was enough for the prodigal sons. ”

Ruda, of course, understood what the Ubur meant.

What he said was the pain that Ruda had been hiding in his heart and didn't even dare to touch.

One person, a knife, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, happy and enmity, the pride of the prodigal son, I don't know how many people envy it.

Because others will never know the emptiness and pain in their hearts.

"But the log you catch sometimes not only does not carry you to the shore, but makes you sink faster, so when you should let go, you must let go." ”

Ruda clenched his fists and slowly let go: "Why are you saying this to me. ”

The Ubul said, "Because you are my friend." ”

Friend.

Hearing these two words come out of Wu Bu'er's mouth, Ruda only felt a sudden surge of blood in his heart, which plugged his throat.

Ubul turned and went into the house, and brought two jars.

"This is our local shochu here."

He handed Ruda a jar: "We have dried this jar of wine." ”

The spicy wine is like a fire when you drink it.

"Are you afraid of getting drunk?"

"I'm not even afraid of death, why should I be afraid of getting drunk."

There was a smile in his eyes again, and he suddenly sang loudly.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Luda went to Yangguan, but he also had to go all the way to the west.