After drinking tea for a few hours, until seven o'clock in the evening, the lights were turned on in the courtyard of the Qin family, and three large square tables were set up. There were two tables for adults and one table for children, and dinner was lively.

Orange-red light peeked through the old-fashioned light bulbs under the eaves and scattered on the square table, which had lost most of the patent leather. At the moment, the old dining table is lined with fried chicken with shallots, white-cut goose, braised duck with potatoes, fried pork ribs, fried vegetables with lard, dried pork bone vegetable soup and several unnamed Far Eastern farm dishes. In addition to the sumptuous dishes, Qin Baoshan also dug out a jar of old wine from the cellar, filled it with a large bowl of iron slag and the three warrior monks, and then drank it in a big gulp. Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe sat at a table with the children and ate very happily.

After dinner, everyone gathered in the living room to drink tea and chat. Far Easterners have very little entertainment, except for playing cards and chess at night, they just drink tea and watch TV, or chat and eat melon seeds. However, Iron Slag was not good at talking, and he usually had no habit of small talk, and the three wandering warrior monks of the Fire Horn Temple were also quiet people. The so-called small talk is that Qin Baoshan said it alone, and everyone else was listening.

Ever since he stepped into the door of the Qin family, Iron Slag has felt uncomfortable, and he has been tied to everything. On the one hand, under the attention of the elders, he couldn't be too close to Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe; On the other hand, Qin Baoshan always looked over intentionally or unintentionally, which made him have to put on a rigorous and serious attitude.

In fact, iron slag usually has no entertainment. In the past, when he was in Tieshan Town, he had to run around for life every day, and it was rare to sit down and rest for a while, but he was just in a daze. Sometimes, he would sit with Lao Niu in front of the repair shop all day without saying a word. Later, at the end of the world, he had to study every day, and he had to practice ancient martial arts, and occasionally when he rested, he would sit at the gate of the castle with Kozan, basking in the sun, and spending the whole day in a daze.

If he had any hobbies, it would probably be one - interacting with different girls. However, in this Qin family mansion, he was even deprived of his last preference, so he could only sit in a daze. After listening to Qin Baoshan's boasting for one night, the idle iron slag took a bath and went back to sleep.

Sleeping until midnight, he got up, gently pulled the big wooden bolt on the door, quietly felt out of the door, sneaked through the shadows of the wall, and wanted to find the room of the two girls, but at this time, he heard Qin's mother's cough and had to retreat.

Nothing to say all night......

"Bell, bell, bell...... Bell Bell ...... Bell Bell Bell ......"

Early the next morning, when the sky was just dawning, Qin Baoshan rang the gong, waking up the family and the guests. A moment later, in the kitchen of the Qin family, the iron slag who had just finished washing looked at Qin Ke'er who was drinking rice porridge with an unhappy face, and the fierce gaze seemed to want to eat her alive.

Qin Ke'er immediately comforted him softly for a while, saying that she must find an opportunity to accompany him with Qianhe tonight. Iron slag snorted and ate pickles with white rice porridge.

Shortly after breakfast, there was a sudden burst of lively voices outside the door. Iron Slag and the two women followed the sound out, only to see fifty or sixty villagers standing in the open space outside the door, and there were people walking here one after another not far away. Iron slag has always disliked many people, and was about to go back, but was stopped by Qin Baoshan.

"Folks, this is the Iron Lord from the west, who has brought you a lot of goods from the city." Qin Baoshan said loudly to the villagers, which immediately attracted a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

"Thank you, Lord Tie, ......" "The people in the city are just different." "You're so kind, you brought us something."

After a while, Qin Baoshan's sons and daughters carried the gifts bought by the iron slag to the door and gave them to the villagers in one piece.

"Oh, this uncle is so nice." "The three girls are really blessed." "It's the village chief who is blessed." "Yes, yes......" The villagers happily talked as they lined up to get their things, as if they were celebrating a festival.

"I knew that the three girls would definitely have a great future in the future." "She's smart and clever since she was a child, and her abacus crackles." "She can also sing poetry......" And the villagers who finished taking the things gave Qin Ke'er a thumbs up before leaving, and kept praising them. The people in the mountains are simple, and when they get benefits, they say good things, and they are not ambiguous at all.

About half an hour later, more than 1,000 households in Qinjia Village had more or less been given a little bit of the city's goods, and they left contentedly. Although these things are not worth much, maybe it is a canned luncheon meat, maybe it is a few sausages, maybe it is a small half piece of ham, or maybe it is a piece of clothing that I don't know if I can wear it, but they are all happy and sincerely express their gratitude to Qin Baoshan's father and daughter and the iron slag.

After most of the people dispersed, twenty or thirty young men remained. They were all dressed in leather armor, carrying rifles on their backs, and walking on animal skin boots, dressed as hunters in the mountains.

"Village chief, let's go." "We want to avenge Ergazi and them." "If you don't kill it, it won't be safe for anyone who enters the mountain in the future." The young hunters said babblingly.

Qin Baoshan stretched out his hand and pressed it, signaling everyone not to be impatient, and then walked into the house, invited the three wandering warrior monks out, and explained the arrangements for this operation. He planned to select ten experienced hunters, led by Qin Ke'er, and lead three wandering warrior monks into the mountains to kill tigers.

Next, when Qin Baoshan was selecting people, Qin Keer went back to the room and changed into a field nurse outfit. I saw her put on an armed belt, pinned the Silver Star pistol to her small waist, and carried a set of emergency medical packages on her back, and walked out in good spirits.

As she passed the door, Iron Slag, who was leaning against the doorpost, glanced at her sideways, then grinned and asked, "Are you really going?" ”

And Mu Qianhe, who was leaning on the doorpost on the other side, also laughed: "Little ass, will you shoot?" ”

"Of course." Qin Ke'er pursed her lips, pulled out the silver pistol on her waist, and put on a fighting posture.

"Ouch~Heroic~" Mu Qianhe said with a smile.

"The insurance is not closed, beware of misfire." Iron Slag reminded lightly, Qin Ke'er's face changed, and he hurriedly put away the pistol to check carefully, but found that the safety bolt was still closed, so he raised his head and snorted at Iron Slag.

A few minutes later, Qin Baoshan arranged the manpower and was about to announce his departure, but Tie Slag stood up and said that he would follow. Before Qin Baoshan could speak, one of the warrior monks took the lead and stopped: "Lord Iron Slag, when you came, the Great Sect Master gave an order, saying that you are a great guest and you can't risk yourself. ”

"Women can go, what's the danger?" Iron Slag asked.

"This ......," the warrior monk hesitated, pointed to a large mountain rock not far away, and said, "If you can break that stone with one punch, we will not stop you from going." ”

Iron slag immediately walked over, checked the stone, and found that it was granite, which could not be broken at all without wearing power armor, so he turned his head and asked: "This is granite, the hardness is too high, can you use a sword to cut it?" ”

The warrior monk nodded, he believed that the sword could not help the granite, especially if the other party was not wearing power armor. He was just talking, hoping that the other party would retreat. However, he soon saw Iron Slag pull out the machete behind his back, then grasp the hilt with both hands, his legs slightly bent, and squint his eyes, staring intently at the granite three steps away.

In the silence, the iron slag concentrated his breath and slowly arched his waist. In the next moment, I only heard him shouting, and at the same time kicked the ground, as if frozen in mid-air, and suddenly slashed down!

"Bell!"

With a dazzling flash of knife light, a loud buzzing sound came, and I saw that the granite more than two meters high was actually split from it, and slowly fell to the sides, stirring up a burst of sand and soil.

Then, before everyone in the room could recover from the shock, the iron slag strolled back and casually asked, "Is it okay?" ”

"Okay!" The warrior monk came back to his senses and quickly nodded and said. The other party's exposure of this hand is enough to show their strength. He was a second-order psionic who thought that he could only use an iron hammer to smash this piece of granite with an iron hammer, and it was impossible to use a knife.

Since the iron slag followed, Mu Qianhe naturally followed.

A few minutes later, the team set off in full gear, drove three ox carts, and left Qinjia Village and walked deep into the mountains. It is on the edge of human settlements, and further south is the uninhabited land of the Far East, which is a distant mountain.

Rolling distant mountains generally refer to the uninhabited mountainous areas that stretch for tens of thousands of miles in the south and west of the Far Eastern continent. The lowest altitude is more than 7,000 meters, the highest is more than 12,000 kilometers, the air is thin, the mountains are rocky, the vegetation is sparse, and the snow is covered all year round.

The altitude of Qinjia Village is about 3,000 meters, and the further south you go, the higher the terrain will be. The hunters in Qinjia Village usually move in the mountains and forests at an altitude of between 3,000 and 4,000 meters. Because at an altitude of about 5,000 meters, the vegetation becomes sparse and the animals are scarce. In its place, there will be endless snow-capped mountains.

On the morning of the third day of departure, the ox convoy entered a dense forest, and Iron Slag was playing cards with the two women in the car, when suddenly a deep roar was heard not far ahead, the sound was very low, but very penetrating, like the whistle of a steamer.

Iron Slag immediately stood up alertly, and at the same time removed the Psionic Warrior Rifle, pulled the bolt and reloaded, and began to charge. He did not leave the ox cart, because the purpose of his trip was not to hunt tigers, but to take a good look at his woman.

A few seconds later, two hunters who were scouting the way ahead rushed back, shouting loudly as they ran: "The four flutes are gone, it is in front, and it is about to chase after it." ”

Seeing this, the three warrior monks immediately took off their psionic assault rifles and took a few steps in a row, protecting the ox cart where the iron slag was located in a triangle. Their first task is to protect the safety of their guests, and the secondary task is to hunt tigers, which is what the Grand Master told them before they set off.