Chapter 80: Ah Xun

The Daxing'an Mountains, which are extremely asymmetrical in topography, are the watershed of the Inner Mongolia Plateau and the Songliao Plain, and the Liaohe River Basin.

Motai Swordsman, a name that once made Xifeng extremely familiar.

At that time, he didn't know any Xiao Daozi, he was just Mo Typhoon.

Mo Typhoon remembers that when he met Ah Xun, it was probably,

More than twenty years ago.

In spring and autumn, there will always be flocks of yellow sheep to begin large-scale long-distance migration, male sheep open the way, eat dry grass and shrubs to satisfy hunger, winter snow to quench thirst.

The flock of yellow sheep licking on the shore of the saltwater lake was quickly dispersed, and the alert scattered and fled, running away, before regrouping the team.

The Mo Typhoon rushed over, the yellow sheep was very flexible, and it ran like an arrow, even if it was the Mo Typhoon, it would take a lot of effort to catch up.

Those who fall behind the flock are the old, weak, sick and disabled in the yellow flock, the old meat is not good, and the remnants are taken back, which will only make the brothers in the tribe laugh.

Therefore, Mofeng rushed straight in, pressed the greenest and fattest yellow sheep to the ground, and pressed the yellow sheep's neck and hind legs with his hands covered with green tendons.

The yellow sheep on the ground could only scream and threaten "Akaaka", and finally watched their companions go away.

Pulling out the short sword from behind his waist, Huang Yang's throat passed through, and he was stabbed through, and Huang Yang couldn't make any sound, and only warm blood foamed from the corners of his mouth.

Mo Typhoon opened his strong chest and gasped, lying down looking at the blue sky, his forehead soaked in sweat.

Let the yellow sheep on the ground twitch and die.

The shadow of the mountains stretches in the distance.

Even if a wolf pack came, Mo Typhoon would dare to go up and catch one alive.

Huang Yang soon stopped moving, and his body, which was still warm, was carried on his shoulders by Mo Typhoon, and his neck was softly pulled down.

Mo Feng checked it, and laughed twice with satisfaction, it was sixty pounds, which was already a rare fat.

After walking for half an hour against the cool autumn breeze, I could hear the sound of living water flowing through a small mountain forest.

After jumping in and washing the blood stains on his shoulder, someone pointed to the bloody yellow sheep and asked, "You caught it?" ”

Mo Typhoon responded somewhat unnaturally: "You turn around!" ”

After that, he climbed up and put on his pants.

"Dressed?"

"Dressed!"

Mo Feng wiped his hair sullenly: "It's not like someone from here, you're from outside?" I heard the elders in the family say that it was very chaotic outside, and the Taoist monks were all smashed with red armbands, where did you come from? ”

The girl was stunned, sat elegantly beside the gravel, the corners of her skirt were wet by the river, and finally nodded slightly ambiguously, and curiously pointed to the yellow sheep on the ground and asked, "Where did you catch it, why didn't I meet it!" ”

The slanting sun illuminated the water droplets hanging on Motai's shoulders into a bronze color, and let out two chuckles with a slight hint: "These beasts like to go to the saltwater lake and lick the stones, there is salt foam on them!" ”

"What are you doing with it?"

"Naturally, they are eaten, and in winter, it is difficult to see their shadows again, and they will come back in spring next year! The yellow sheep after the autumn is the fattest, and there are sixty pounds of blood after blood, and those bastards will definitely not be able to compare to me! ”

Mo Tai rubbed his nose and pointed at himself: "I, Mo Tai! ”

The girl's gaze stopped on Mo Tai's face for a long time, and she asked softly, "Mo Tai?" ”

"How?" Typhoon Mo was a little surprised.

"Not much!"

The girl's voice was very soft and light, so faint that there was no sadness or joy.

The gentian grass of the river beach has lost its flowers.

There are people everywhere in the mountains of Daxinganling, but the people in the mountains are naturally somewhat contaminated with the breath of the mountains.

The girl in front of her is a feeling that Mo Typhoon has never seen before.

So, Mo Feng asked again: "What is your name?" ”

The girl just smiled and looked at the rushing water in the river: "What does it have to do with you?" ”

Mo Feng sighed unconvinced, but he half-squatted down and tilted his head: "You are different from them!" ”

"Who?"

"The women I've seen, you're not like them! Hey, the ...... in your waist"

"Flute!"

"You don't talk nonsense, can I not know it's a flute? Blow a section, you blow a section! ”

Ink typhoon squeezed wide eyes.

The girl pursed her lips and rolled her eyes: "Rough man, I don't understand!" ”

After saying that, he got up and walked away.

Mo Typhoon put his face into the water and took a photo, and then carried the yellow sheep again: "If you don't blow it, you won't blow it, what's the big deal, my old man said, men are not rough, women don't want it, if you look for a man, you have to find me like this!" ”

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The bonfire is blazing.

The yellow sheep was skinned whole, and roasted on a stone bonfire with sticks.

Mo Tai took a knife to cut a few long cuts on the yellow sheep, smeared salt on it to taste, and when it was fragrant, the sheep was already roasted golden.

The people around him who were busy packing up all kinds of things also gathered around, all of whom were seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seclusion is not the same as seclusion.

Every year before winter, the Motai family will go to the mountains to cloth, salt, these are inseparable.

It is most suitable for young people to exercise their bodies and muscles.

Mo Typhoon tore off the leg of mutton and handed it to a person next to him: "Xiaozhuang, you go to the river to fetch some water to boil!" ”

Motaizhuang, who went to fetch water, was the youngest and the least courageous.

The water did not come back, but Motaizhuang fell back crying.

Asked what happened, Mo Taizhuang cried vaguely, and pointed to the forest at night: "Brother Feng, there are ghosts in the river......"

In this way, it makes a bunch of young and vigorous people laugh.

Mo Feng laughed the most: "Ghost? Where the hell did it come from? Xiaozhuang, our Motai family, just your guts! ”

Being ridiculed like this, even the timid Motaizhuang has to do his best to protect his face, so he swears to pat his chest and say with great certainty that there are really ghosts in the river.

Mo Feng stopped smiling, and held his sword from under the leather laid on the ground: "You guys are waiting here, I'll take a look!" ”

Mo Taizhuang said with some scruples: "Brother Feng, why don't we go together!" ”

Mo Tai, who was still a little uneasy in his heart, pressed down: "What can you do if you have ghosts, the sword style of the Motai family is not a fancy shelf to run the rivers and lakes!" Eat your stuff and go! ”

The wind that day was surprisingly strong, and it felt like holding back a rain, but it couldn't fall.

Obviously the moonlight is very good.

The dead leaves in the forest were swept up by the wind and scratched on the face, and they were cut with a burning pain.

At this time, Mo Feng's heart finally began to feel uncomfortable.

Glancing back at the firelight that could be vaguely seen in the distance, Mo Tai suddenly realized that the wind could not be felt at the campfire.

Where did the evil wind come from?

The road in the mountains, Mo Typhoon has walked more than once, but the so-called ghost, Mo Typhoon has really never seen it, the tiger and leopard have met a few times, the tiger skin gave his mother a warm body in winter, after giving birth to himself, his mother fell into a hidden disease, as soon as the weather was cold, the body was sore, and the leopard skin was hung on the wall.

The men who married the Motai family were all girls in the mountains outside, and it was inevitable that there would be weak ones.

I've heard legends about ghosts, but Motai hasn't believed in them all along.

After passing through the forest, Mo Typhoon suddenly found that the place he had come to was during the day.

Mo Tai held the sword in his hand, and I don't know if it was because the wind was too strong, but the shadows of the swaying trees were blown and whined, like a group of people crying at night......

:,,!!