When the rolling mountains appeared in front of her eyes, Yang Ruoqing knew that her destination was almost there.

The donkey on the mountain is a flat horse, and the mule on the mountain does not need to be beaten.

This is going to climb the mountain, and the horse definitely doesn't want it.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know when she would come down from the mountain, so she released the horse.

"I can't protect myself from this trip into the mountains, let alone cover you."

"I've released you now, you can find your own way out, each of you cherishes it!"

She fed the horse the fodder for the last time, gave it enough water, and stroked its head.

The horse is a very spiritual animal, and it seems that it can feel Yang Ruoqing's complicated mood at this time.

It stretched out its tongue and licked Yang Ruoqing's arm and snorted.

Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly, raised her hand and patted its head: "Okay, let's go!" ”

Seeing the figure of the horse disappear, she also picked up the baggage roll and plunged into the mountains in front of her.

Changing into the clothes of a local resident, he walked on the rugged mountain road, his eyes swept over the surrounding scenery.

This route was provided by Uncle Lao, and along this road, there will be many villages of different sizes along the way.

Yang Ruoqing gave up the carpet search and inquiry of one village after another.

Because this is not the Gujia Village and Hong Village of Daqi, this is Nanban.

Asking around, coupled with the fact that he is an unfamiliar face, will inevitably attract the attention of people who are interested.

If the movement is too big, it will backfire when the time comes.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing planned to change her strategy, first find a village to lurk, and then secretly pay attention to the surrounding movements.

Which village to lurk in?

The Black Rock Village where Uncle Lao used to grow seems to be a good choice.

It's just that this road to Heiyan Village is very different from what Uncle Lao Ji said!

Hey, think about it, Uncle Ji hasn't been back to the mountain for fourteen years, and the alternation of fourteen springs, summers, autumns and winters is enough to change a lot of things.

Forget it, if you can't find Heiyan Village, don't force it, first find a nearby village to settle down, and then inquire slowly.

After walking for a day and a night, the line given by the old uncle could not be walked.

No way, the next thing is to figure it out on your own.

In this way, after trekking in the mountains for two days and two nights, at noon on this day, Yang Ruoqing came to a valley.

It's a quiet valley.

Like a huge mouth, on the mountain wall below, there are slender bamboos growing on the soft red soil, and there is a plant with particularly thick and broad leaves.

The autumn brush and ink have left the richest stroke here.

Golden wild chrysanthemums, blooming by the babbling stream.

The water is crystal clear, and the pebbles with strange shapes are clearly visible underneath.

The small fish are shuttling freely among the soft aquatic plants, the air is good, the sun is warm, and the scenery is beautiful.

is like a picture scroll in the world, but unfortunately, the people in this painting are not in the mood to look at the scenery.

Yang Ruoqing came to the edge of the stream, bowed and poured a handful of stream water into her mouth.

I was dying of thirst, and my throat and eyes were so dry that they were about to burst into flames.

The cool and sweet water of the stream slid into his throat, and the whole person came to life.

Looking down, his figure was reflected in the water.

Authentic mountain village girl, this face, because she used something to cover up.

The eyebrows have faded, the curvature of the corners of the eyes has changed, and the haggard face has been smeared with some dull yellow things.

On both sides of the bridge of the nose, there are a few freckles scattered scattered.

The mouth is a little chapped, unkempt, and thrown in the pile, the kind that can't be picked out at all.

"Hey, there's no one else with this look."

Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the water and smiled bitterly.

"I don't know if he can still recognize himself when he stands in front of Tang Yanzi like this?"

"And Chen'er, will you cry when you see such an ugly girl?"

Yang Ruoqing poured water into her mouth while thinking wildly in her heart.

These cranky things are the driving force that drives her to search all the way along the way.

Only by constantly thinking about these things can she have the courage and strength to trek alone in this mountain......

In the forest behind him, there was a sudden commotion.

Yang Ruoqing turned around suddenly, and saw a black back rushing behind the extremely wide and fat wild plant.

In the blink of an eye, he ran to the front, and it turned out to be an adult wild boar.

At the same time that she found the wild boar, the wild boar also saw Yang Ruoqing.

Its little pig eyes were bloodshot, and its whole body was full of rage.

Feeling extremely disgusted by her ugly human woman in the valley, the boar roared and rushed towards her.

Yang Ruoqing's face was innocent.

Brother Boar, it's my fault that I'm ugly, but I didn't offend you, why do you want to hurt each other like this?

Grumbling silently, she was still crouching by the stream, but her other hand was already touching her waist.

There is a soft whip hidden there, and when it is not in use, it is stored close to the body, and it is not visible.

When you need to use it, you can use it so much, shake it, and it's a sharp weapon for killing people and plundering goods.

The wild boar herd is coming, she has to hide, but this is a lonely wild boar, she Yang Ruoqing really didn't look at it.

However, in the next moment, she paused when she touched the whip.

Because from the place where the wild boar was infested, three more hunting dogs rushed out.

The three hunting dogs reminded Biao one by one, and at first glance they were the kind of earth dogs in the mountains that guarded the home.

All three hounds have the same black leather ring around their necks, which must have been raised by the same family.

The three hounds were apparently running for the boar, and the three of them pounced on it, cutting it in the middle with great speed.

There was a frenzied hoarseness, and the three hounds beat the male boar in a group, screaming and screaming.

The valley, which was originally quiet and pleasant, like a picture scroll, suddenly became lively, and all the birds resting in the nearby treetops were startled.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, seemed to be frightened by the fight in front of her, and sat on the ground with her buttocks, so frightened that she forgot to run away.

At the same time, a feathered arrow flew in.

Firmly rooted in the boar's back, the boar was in pain and let out a terrible scream.

With all the strength of his body, he asked the three brothers to open the hounds, turned around and fled in embarrassment towards the depths of the dense forest on the side.

The three hounds were still chasing after them, and a loud whistle sounded.

The three hounds immediately turned and rushed in the direction where the whistle came, and then, wagging their tails, jumped and jumped, and a tall and burly young man came from that side.

"Okay, you three patrol the side, don't run around!"

The young man patted one of the dogs on the head, turned and strode toward the stream.

"Girl, are you alright?"

He stopped in front of Yang Ruoqing, leaned down, and looked at her with a look of concern.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, her dark yellow and freckled face looked frightened.

His eyes swept over the young man in front of him, and saw what he was wearing, as well as a hare and a pheasant hanging from his waist.

and a pair of homemade bows and arrows on his shoulders, Yang Ruoqing guessed that he should be a hunter.

Moreover, he had just spoken to the dog, and to her, all in the language of the Gaoshan tribe.