The wind blows the tree, the stream is murmuring, the person is asleep, the ears are not heard, is feeling the dream, suddenly there is a sheep running over and waking up, the person jumps up, rubs his eyes, sees the tiger is eating the sheep, the person then jumps off the Manhan stone, takes off the sheepskin jacket, stretches out his hand to relax the fist, to come to fight the tiger. When the tiger saw that the man wanted to fight it, he abandoned the sheep and pounced on the other side, and the man dodged it, and only pounced on it, and then fell to the ground, like a brocade bag, and his people caught up with him, and caught the tiger with his hand, and hit it on the left flank, and kicked it under the right flank, and the tiger died in the ground.

There is an ancient style, and the single-way flying tiger mountain is filial piety and fights the tiger.

The wind is raging in front of Feihu Mountain, and the clouds and haze are sunshine.

The sunset hangs on the forest, invading the cold fog and bending the sky.

Suddenly, a thunderclap was heard, and the king of beasts flew out of the mountainside.

With their heads held high and their teeth and claws, the nature of the elk is busy.

The shepherd did not wake up from his sleep, and a sheep rushed to greet him.

Looking for people up and down, the tiger is hungry and thirsty, and he is vicious when he pounces on him.

The tiger comes to pounce on people like a mountain, and people go to meet the tiger like a rock.

When the arms and wrists fall, the cannon flies, and the minions climb into mud puddles.

The fists and toes were like raindrops, and the hands were dyed crimson.

The bloody wind and rain are full of pine forests, and scattered hairs fall into the mountains.

Looking at it up close, there is more than enough momentum, and from a distance, it becomes a wind in all directions.

The body is crossed by weeds and brocade pins, and the eyes are closed and the light does not flash.

Later generations have a unique poem:

The blazing golden eyes shine on the sun, and the sheep eater wakes up Shi Erlang,

Stretch out your fist to test your vitality and kill the beast king in the mountain.

Another poem praises filial piety:

Young heroes can't be pawns, kill the king of beasts with a few punches,

It is not a cross-sea golden pillar, but a jasper beam.

The person looked down at it, the tiger's tail swayed, and he was still immortal, so he grabbed the tiger's tail and fell down to the stone, and the soldiers on the other side were all demented. King Jin was shocked and said: "This Liujia god general is also with such courage, if I have this person's use, why worry that the Yellow Nest will not be destroyed, and Chang'an will not be restored!" The king of Jin asked, "When will this lesson be occupied?" Dewei said: "I have not met the king before, so I laid this hexagram in the camp and broke it into a song, which is left for today's fulfillment." The song says: King Li Jin gathered in Tun to perform martial arts, the people of Yanmen Pass suffered, Juyanchuan shot double eagles with arrows, and the strong men in front of Cuiyan fought tigers.

——The tenth chapter of "The Romance of the Five Dynasties of the Remnant Tang Dynasty" An Jingsi shepherds sheep and fights tigers [2]

The big insect roared, and the sex started, and it turned over and pounced again. Wu Song only jumped again, but retreated ten steps away. The big insect happened to put its two front paws in front of Wu Song. Wu Song threw the half-stick aside, grabbed the big insect with his two hands, and pressed it down. The big insect was anxious to struggle, but Wu Song tried his best to settle down, where would he put a little loose? Wu Song looked at the big insect on the door and in his eyes, and only cared about kicking indiscriminately. The great insect roared, and made two piles of yellow mud from under it, and made a pit of earth. Wu Song pressed the big worm's mouth straight into the yellow mud pit, and the big worm ate Wu Song and lost some strength. Wu Song grabbed the top flower skin tightly with his left hand, stole out his right hand, raised a fist the size of a hammer, and did his best to fight. After fifty or seventy punches, blood burst out from the eyes, mouth, nose, and ears of the big worm. That Wu Song did his best in the past, and with the martial arts in his chest, he beat the big insects into a bunch in half a break, but he seemed to be blocking a brocade bag. There is an ancient style single road Jingyanggang Wu Song fights the tiger:

The wind is raging in Jingyanggang, and the clouds and haze are sunny.

The shocking sunset hangs in the forest, invading people and the cold mist fills the sky.

Suddenly, a thunderclap was heard, and the king of beasts flew out of the mountainside.

With their heads held high and their teeth and claws, the elk's genus are busy.

Qinghe Zhuangshi did not wake up from the wine, and Gangtou sat alone and was busy greeting him.

Looking for people up and down the tiger is hungry and thirsty, and he is so hideous when he pounces on him!

The tiger comes to pounce on people like a mountain, and people go to meet the tiger like a rock.

When the arms and wrists fall, the cannon falls, and the minions crawl into mud puddles.

The tips of the fists and toes are like raindrops, and the hands are dyed scarlet.

The bloody wind and rain are full of pine forests, and scattered hairs fall into the mountains.

Looking at it up close, it is more than enough, and from a distance, it is majestic on all sides.

The body is crossed by weeds and brocade pins, and the eyes are closed and the light does not flash.

At that moment, the tiger on Jingyang Gang, when Wu Song didn't have a meal, beat the big insect with a fist and kick, making his mouth panting. Wu Song let go of his hand, came to the pine tree to look for the discounted peg, and held it in his hand; he was afraid that the big insect would not die, so he beat the peg again. The big insect qi was gone, and Wu Song thought again: "I'll drag this dead big insect down to Gangzi on the spot." "When he lifted his hands in a pool of blood, he was able to lift them, and he used all his strength, and his hands and feet were weak. Wu Song came to Qingshi again and sat for a while, thinking: "It's dark in the sky, if a big insect jumps out again, how can he fight him? So he looked for the felt hat by the stone, turned around the edge of the chaotic woods, and came down step by step