Drifting without a trace did not answer, but stretched out his finger and pointed at the tigress who had fallen to the side.

The middle-aged Confucian immediately understood. "Hehe, roast tiger meat in the wild! Wonderful, wonderful!" It's just that although this person's voice is loud, he doesn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to do it. It seems that this one really wants to sit and wait for others to "invite" him to eat.

Piao Wuxian shook his head with a wry smile, and stretched out his palm to the middle-aged Confucian student.

The middle-aged Confucian asked with some surprise, "Little brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Lend your sword to use. Drifting away replied coldly.

The middle-aged Confucian student's face froze, and he seemed to be a little reluctant, but after thinking about it, he still untied the sword at his waist.

Drifting without a trace took the saber and didn't talk nonsense, and directly used it to disembowel the tigress.

The middle-aged Confucian stood aside and watched coldly, and when he saw that his sword was stained with blood, he couldn't help frowning. But seeing the skillful technique of the young man in front of him, he didn't feel a sense of relief in his heart, and the last trace of doubt about the absence of a trace was also gone. Because, in the middle-aged Confucian mind, only local hunters who walk in the mountains all the year round will have such a skillful method of dissecting tigers. If there is no such ability to survive in the wild, how can an ordinary hunter dare to walk alone in the deserted mountains?

The middle-aged Confucian could see that the young man in front of him was very experienced. Because after a while* all edible tiger meat is placed on top of the spread tiger skin, except for the internal organs. In this way, the tiger meat is protected from contamination with filth such as grass clippings and dirt.

After a brief treatment, he wiped the blood on the blade of the sword against the turf, and wanted to return the sword to the sheath......

At this "critical juncture", the middle-aged Confucian came to Piaowu's side in a flash, and reached out to hold Piaowu's arm. "Little brother, there seems to be some blood stains on this sword body......"

In fact, he had already seen that the middle-aged Confucian was a little clean, so the action just now was really deliberate. Without waiting for the middle-aged Confucian to finish speaking, he already understood without a trace, and returned the blade and scabbard to the middle-aged Confucian quite cooperatively, and interrupted: "Alas, if there is no water source, no matter how you wipe it, this bloodstain will always be inevitable......"

"It's okay, it's okay! I'll find a water source for my brother!" said the middle-aged Confucian with anxious relief.

Drifting without a trace smiled, and arched his hand and said, "Then there is Your Excellency Lao." At the same time, Piao Wuxian was very happy in his heart, "Sample, do you want to eat for nothing for nothing?"

The middle-aged Confucian was afraid that his sword would be stained all the time, and at the same time, he was also afraid that the young man in front of him would roast tiger meat without washing it with water, and he was afraid that he would be hungry at that time. Because, it looks bloody and dirty roast tiger meat, he doesn't dare to "eat" it anyway. Therefore, after hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian hurriedly replied: "It's okay, it's okay! I remember that there is a small waterhole not far from here." ”

"Your Excellency, go and return quickly, and I will find firewood to make a fire." ”

Hearing that there was no trace of this, the middle-aged Confucian did not dare to slack off, and immediately galloped away in the direction of the small waterhole in his memory......

When the middle-aged Confucian returned again, Drifting Nothing had already taken the opportunity to borrow fire magic to create a raging fire.

Seeing that the young man in front of him wanted to directly barbecue the bloody tiger meat, the middle-aged Confucian hurriedly said to stop him: "Little brother, before the barbecue, do you have to wash this tiger meat?"

"It stands to common sense that it should be. It's just that in this wilderness, everything is inconvenient, so everything can only be simple. Please also ask you to follow the rules. Drifting without a trace explained unhurriedly, he reached out and grabbed a piece of tiger meat and was about to barbecue.

"What's the inconvenience? The small waterhole is not far from here!" the middle-aged Confucian hurriedly spoke, and at the same time stretched out his hand to stop the palm that was about to be barbecued.

Drifting without a trace, he sighed with a strange look on his face: "Alas, I'm afraid this is not far away, I'm afraid it's only for a famous disciple like you, right? Just now, Your Excellency is running like the wind, and its speed is no less than that of a tiger. But even so, it still took a stick of incense. If I were to wait for mortals to walk, I am afraid that it would be difficult to turn back without an hour or two. ”

When the middle-aged Confucian heard this, he couldn't help but respond with a smug face: "That's right." At the speed of your mortals, it would take an hour or two. ”

Drifting without a trace, he sighed: "Alas, not to mention, you have to carry heavy loads, and the speed of this walking will inevitably be greatly affected, and I am afraid that it will take more time." Not to mention that at this moment, the stomach is empty, even if you are energetic and carry a lot of heavy loads, you may not be able to run so far. Therefore, I advise Your Excellency to do so...... Forget it!"

As soon as the middle-aged Confucian heard the word "will", he couldn't help but feel a twitch in his face. Therefore, in desperation, the middle-aged Confucian had to volunteer and come forward. "Don't! You mortals can't, but our famous disciples can! Don't say that a tigress, even if she is carrying hundreds of pounds of heavy loads, she can still run like flying!"

Drifting without a trace and pretending to be frightened, seeing the middle-aged Confucian showing a triumphant look, he spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since this is the case, then Your Excellency Lao will have a walk." ”

Although someone's expression was well hidden, the middle-aged Confucian still vaguely felt that something was wrong. "I'm not going to fall for this young man, am I?" although he was suspicious, he had to pretend to be angry and replied, "I can't talk about it." I'm also doing this for myself!" "Alas, poor fellow, I just talked about the front, if I refuse to move forward at this moment, wouldn't it mean that I have given myself a big mouth on the spot? Such a person, middle-aged Confucian students really can't afford to lose it!

It was also kind to float without a trace, not only to lend the tiger skin to the middle-aged Confucian student, so as not to be polluted by the tiger's blood, but also to only need the Confucian to carry half of the tiger meat. In the words of Piao Wu, only two people eat it, and half of the tiger meat is enough.

Although there is a tiger skin barrier, the middle-aged Confucian still faintly smells a strong fishy smell from his back. Therefore, along the way, middle-aged Confucian students all frowned, covered their noses, and walked straight. Moreover, in order to get out of such an embarrassing situation as soon as possible, the middle-aged Confucian almost stimulated the potential of his whole body, so the speed of running was even faster than the usual best level by three points.

In fact, the middle-aged Confucian just said that the most important thing about this trip is for himself. Because, looking at the young man's words and deeds, he doesn't seem to care if the tiger meat is bloody. Therefore, after coming to the waterhole, the middle-aged Confucian student cleaned it very seriously!