Just below the words written by Xu Fu, there was a string of more than twenty fist-sized stone caves. These caves are built one by one, and there is no trace of hand-crafting. Inside each cave is a roll of bamboo slips.

Wu Mian picked up a roll of bamboo slips, opened it and only glanced at it, but his eyes were trapped in the bamboo slips and he couldn't get out. The bamboo slips recorded the use of several spells, not to mention Wu Mian, even the master of the Fang Shi was unheard of. However, even if the chief manager saw it with his own eyes, he didn't have the strength to cast the spell on the bamboo slip.

After reading for a long time, Wu Mian opened several other rolls of bamboo slips. All of them are the magic experiences of the Fang Shi, but there is no bamboo slip that records the methods of their own cultivation. This can be regarded as Xu Fu's backhand, if someone really inadvertently breaks in, at most, they will only take away the gold in the cave, and they will not be interested in these exercises that they can't understand at all.

For Wu Mian, the content of these bamboo slips is still a bit profound, and after a whole night, he only understood a few superficial techniques in the first volume of bamboo slips. Ten days later, Wu Mian had learned the small half of the spell in the bamboo slip, but he was still far from perfect.

Originally, according to Wu Mian's idea, he would go down the mountain only after he had completely mastered the spells recorded on the bamboo slips, but by the morning of the tenth day, all the dry food he had prepared at the bottom of the mountain had been eaten. Although Wu Mian's current physique has been able to survive with such a hard hold, he has not practiced Bigu's ability after all. After another day and a half, he was already hungry and distraught, and began to wander when reciting the bamboo slips, so Wu Mian had no choice but to put the bamboo slips back in place, and took a piece of gold cake out of the cave, preparing to return to the foot of the mountain first, buy more food and then come back to re-study the spells on the bamboo slips.

Just as Wu Mian stepped out of the cave, a fishy aura unique to beasts came to his face. I only heard a low roar in my ears, and then a huge figure rushed towards Wu Mian.

Tiger! Wu Mian was shocked in his heart, he couldn't imagine that such a big mountain could really meet the big insect that the old pavilion chief said in his mouth. He was busy in vain, and he didn't have time to learn and sell the spell he had just learned, so he could only shrink his neck and hide his head, and cross his hands to protect the vital point first. As soon as he put on this pose, the tiger had already arrived in front of him, and the huge impact directly pounced on Wu Mian, and then opened his bloody mouth and bit Wu Mian's neck.

Wu Mian understood that although he was now immortal, his head was bitten off, and eighty percent of him would not survive. At that moment, in the panic, he reached out and grabbed the tiger's neck and broke it upward, and a strange sound of "click" was heard in the ear chakra, and the tiger's head was directly broken by Wu Mian, and the back of the tiger's head was very weird and attached to the tiger's back.

The tiger is worthy of being the king of beasts, and he didn't die on the spot when his neck was broken. Just after wailing, he let go of Wu Mian and ran out with endless eyes. It's a pity that this tiger can't see anything but the sky now, and it didn't go far before it hit a big tree with a neck, and after falling to the ground, it couldn't get up again, and it fell to the ground and kept convulsing.

Wu Mian stood up from the ground, the wound that had just been scratched by the tiger was healing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. He watched the tiger from afar, and waited until it was completely exhausted before he walked over and dragged the dead tiger to the entrance of the cave. Wu Mian didn't have anything to do with him, so he could only tear off the tiger skin with his bare hands, and with a pair of hands, he divided the tiger meat into several parts.

Fortunately, there was wood all over the mountain, and Wu Mian dragged back a dead tree nearby. After breaking it into split wood, he took the thing that ignited the fire and lit it. For a whole afternoon, he did nothing else, roasting hundreds of catties of tiger meat into dry food. With these tiger meats, Wu Mian survived in the cave for more than two months.

It's been nearly three months since the weird white-haired young man went up the mountain. The people at the foot of the mountain had almost forgotten the strange man they had seen three months ago, and it was another big gathering on the fifteenth day of the month, and the old pavilion chief was still walking around the market as usual. Just as he was about to turn around and was about to go home for a drink or two, a noise behind him caught his eye.

A white-haired young man in a tiger skin was walking down the mountain road, although this person's clothes were so dirty that he could not see the original color, but from his snow-white hair, the old pavilion chief still recognized at a glance that he was the strange man who had gone up the mountain from here three months ago.

Just when the old pavilion chief was stunned, the white-haired young man also saw him, and then walked over a few steps, draped the entire tiger skin on the old pavilion chief's body, and said, "What are you doing for a full meal?" ”

The old pavilion chief was stunned for a long time before he understood Wu Mian's words. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't dreaming. In addition, the tiger skin was not clean, and a bloody breath went straight to the old pavilion chief's head, and he was even more sure that this was a bargain to find the door.

"This big worm was killed by you, little brother?" Although there was no second person in front of him, the old pavilion chief said a word of nonsense.

Wu Mian said in his characteristic tone: "It's not me-" Before the old pavilion chief's surprised expression was fully expressed, the white-haired little brother immediately followed: "Is it still you?" ”

Although the white-haired little brother's words were a little choking, the old pavilion chief could only swallow this breath for the sake of the tiger skin. The old pavilion chief laughed dryly and said, "Then little brother, you are the hero of fighting tigers, let alone a meal, I have no problem taking care of your food for a month." It happened to be the fifteenth today, and the bison that the hunters had hunted yesterday evening had just gotten out of the soup pot. ”

As he spoke, he took the tiger skin off his body, and said to a half-sized boy behind him: "Dog, go, talk to the sixth child in the soup pot." The best bison meat sent ten catties of ...... to our store."

Before he finished his words, Wu Mian suddenly said, "Fifty catties!" ”

The old pavilion chief swallowed and spit, looked at Wu Mian with wide eyes and said, "What's that...... Fifty pounds, can you eat it?"

Compared to the whole tiger skin, fifty catties of beef is really nothing. The old pavilion chief gritted his teeth and agreed.

The old pavilion chief's home has the only restaurant within a radius of dozens of miles, and although the country farm shop can't get any decent food, it is already a great deal in the local area. After bringing Wu Mian to his own restaurant, the old pavilion chief shouted at the counter: "The guests are here, they are all busy, and the noodles are scrambled with eggs!" Cut some pickles first, and my little brother and I will drink two taels."

As he spoke, he went behind the counter by himself. took out a wine jar and came out, let Wu Mian to a table, first gave Wu Mian a bowl of somewhat dirty wine, and then also brought himself a bowl. A young man brought over a few plates of chopped appetizers. At this time, there are no vegetables in the local area, nothing more than various pickles pickled before winter. At this time, the back stove was already clanging, and after a while, the aroma wafted out.

The old pavilion chief didn't let Wu Mian either, he first picked up a chopstick sauce radish, squeaked and bit in his mouth, then took a sip of wine, and said to Wu Mian: "Little brother, there are no good things, they are all food in the countryside, if you are used to eating, you can eat two bites, if you are not used to eating, sit for a while, and the beef and dough will come up after a while."

Seeing that Wu Mian had no interest in pickles and turbid wine, the old pavilion chief urged the guys on the stove, and then began to set up Wu Mian's words: "I said little brother, I don't see that you are not like us here in Liaodong." What have you been doing in Yanshan for three months? You killed this tiger with your own hands? I didn't mean anything else, I just asked, and the old men of the official office came to ask, and I answered somewhat correctly. Do you know it, the pavilion chief is not easy to do these days......"

From beginning to end, it was the old pavilion chief who said it alone, and Wu Mian just looked at him like this, without planning to say a word. In the end, the old pavilion chief really had nothing to say, so he suddenly slapped the table, looked at Wu Mian with his eyes, and shouted: "Isn't the bread good yet?" ”

Not long after the old pavilion chief shouted, the multigrain dough cake and the large plate of bison meat cut out of the back stove were relieved of the old pavilion chief, and it was rare that there was a plate of scrambled eggs served together. The young man who served the dish explained: "First cut five catties of beef for the grandfather to drink, and the rest of the beef with the original soup is heated on the stove, and the master on the stove will cut it after eating, and the province will be cold and condensed."

"No need" Wu Mian finally opened his mouth and said, "Wrap the things on the table with the rest of the beef." I'll take it with me."

The old pavilion chief had just picked up a piece of beef, and before he could put it in his mouth, he heard Wu Mian's words. At that moment, he frowned, and the anger he had just suppressed rose again, he looked at Wu Mian and said, "Little brother, let's take care of your meal, I admit it as much as you eat, but I didn't say that you took it away......"

Before he finished his words, he saw the white-haired little brother take out two pieces of yellow round cakes and throw them into the pickle plate. With a "bang", the pickle plate was smashed. Then Wu Mian threw out another piece of gold cake and said, "Add two more pieces to you."

Gold! The old pavilion chief's eyes straightened, and his lips trembled involuntarily. picked up a piece of gold cake and put it in his mouth and took a bite, almost knocking his teeth out, but before he could laugh, he heard Wu Mian say, "This is to buy your beef and dough." ”

The old pavilion chief looked at Wu Mian in a daze, and said a little overwhelmed: "This is a hundred taels of gold, how can I find it?" ”

Wu Mian glanced at him and said with a smile: "Who said you were looking for it?" Listening to Wu Mian's words, the old pavilion chief stood up from the chair excitedly, and he didn't think that Wu Mian would continue: "Press the cabinet, and then continue to spend, remember my face......"