South City, Bone Mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The so-called bone mountain is the bone stacking place of beasts or beasts, as for the demon beasts, the whole body is a treasure, and the demon bones are a good thing for refining magic weapons, and it is impossible to give it up.

Nancheng is backed by Cangshan, Cangshan stretches for 100,000 miles, the beasts and beasts in the mountains do not know how many, and in the depths of Cangshan, there are more powerful demon beasts.

For many years, there are countless hunters who have entered and exited Cangshan, and the various beasts brought back are also as many as stars, so that the place where the bones of wild beasts and fierce beasts are piled up on the outskirts of Nancheng has become a bone mountain within a radius of one mile today.

At this time, on the Bone Mountain, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, although he was dressed in tatters, his eyes were bright, staring intently at his feet, he seemed to be looking for something.

"I've already made the crossbow, now as long as I find the right arrow materials and complete the crossbow arrows, I can go to the depths of Cangshan and collect that golden dew grass!" the young man muttered to himself.

The young man's name is Wen Fan, twelve years old, his father is a general, named Wen Bin, and later he was wounded on the battlefield, left the army, returned to his hometown to marry a wife and have children, and Wen Fan's mother is an ordinary village girl in Nancheng, when Wen Fan was born, he died in childbirth, and for more than ten years, Wen Bin took Xiao Wen Fan to rely on each other for his life, and taught him a lot of things, such as making bows and crossbows.

It's a pity that two years ago, Wen Bin's old injury attacked, and unfortunately passed away, after Wen Fan buried his father in tears, he began to live a life alone, relying on setting traps on the periphery of Cangshan Mountain and catching wild beasts, he could barely survive, but he saw two cultivators fighting in the mountains at one time, and the scene of destruction made him unforgettable in this life, from that moment on, he vowed to be a cultivator who flew to the sky, so Jin Lucao was his first goal.

What is the medicinal use of Jinlu grass, Wen Fan doesn't know, he only knows that in Nancheng, the cradle of talented martial artists: Nancheng Academy, only talented teenagers and girls will be selected, and what kind of talent, they have their own academy test, but the test is not free, either hand over some gold, silver and jewelry, or take out rare and exotic objects, or offer rare herbs and flowers, the first two Wen Fan did not have it, and what he saw, only Jinlu grass was regarded as a rare grass, which he accidentally discovered a few days ago.

However, since it is a precious grass and has its own fierce beasts to protect it, the golden dew grass is guarded by a mountain python, and if he wants to pick it, he must first pass the mountain python.

Beasts have no wisdom, survival is all by instinct, and fierce beasts are born with sanity, ordinary traps are not effective against them at all, and Wen Fan has tried a few times, once he is too far away from the Golden Dew Grass, the mountain python will not pursue, and no matter how subtle the trap is, it will naturally have no effect.

Wen Fan took a leg bone, looked around on the bone mountain, and after a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, he lost his leg bone, and directly began to plane it with both hands. After a few minutes, he finally found out what he wanted, which were a few bone spurs, but these bone spurs were the thickness of a little finger, and they were extremely sharp, three feet long! It was more like a fish bone, such a thick and long fish bone, so how big could the fish itself be? Wen Fan took the fish bone in his hand, looked at it several times, nodded with satisfaction, and then carefully tied up the fish bone, carried it around his waist, and went home satisfied.

Home, or more should be called a straw shed, everywhere holes, ventilation on all sides, this is the result of Wen Fan repaired several times, surrounded by a wall made of wooden stakes, can guard against ordinary beasts, here outside the southern city, close to Cangshan, for some reason, in recent years, there are often wild beasts attacking the village, and the nearby residents have moved away in twos and threes, leaving only Wen Fan's family, in this small village, it seems extremely lonely.

Wen Fan unchained the courtyard door, walked in, and then opened the tooth-sore door, and put the fish bones on the pitted table. There was also a crossbow on the table, three feet and three inches long, crudely made, and a freshly chiseled mark on the arm.

Wen Fan pulled the crossbow string apart, looked at the arrow groove, he was comparing the fish bones, it was a bit thick, and he still needed to polish it! The grinding tool was simpler, that is, the whetstone in the yard, he first sharpened the edges and corners of the fish bones, and then continued to grind to the thickness of chopsticks, trying to load the arrow groove of the crossbow, this time, the success of the first crossbow arrow, seemed to give Wen Fan endless motivation, and then took out a few more fish bones, it took about an hour, all polished.

Looking at the five crossbow arrows, Wen Fan was very satisfied with his masterpiece, and took it in his hand and flipped it over and over to admire it. However, at this time, an untimely "grunting" sound made him stop his movements, touch his shriveled stomach, a feeling of hunger came, and he felt uncomfortable, looking up at the sky, the sun had already half submerged into the horizon.

"Bear with it! I haven't been in the mountains to make crossbow arrows in the past few days, and I'll kill that mountain python tomorrow!" I will eat a full meal at a time!" Wen Fan comforted himself, turned around and went back to the house, scooped up a large scoop of water, and drank happily, although he was not only hungry, but at least it was not as uncomfortable as just now, and then lay on the bed, his thoughts drifted into the distance.

In this martial world, from princes and princes to peddlers and pawns, regardless of men, women and children, there are some martial arts around, but the real power is not a chivalrous man who kills one person in ten steps, not a prodigal son who steals jade and steals incense, not a master who flies the eaves and walks the wall, picks flowers and hurts people, although these people can be ten enemies, hundreds of enemies, but not ten thousand enemies.

The truly powerful ones are those cultivators who have cultivated all kinds of Dao techniques, they can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and within the blink of an eye, they can ambush millions of corpses, and they can turn over mountains and seas, and between they raise their heads, they are enough to pick up the stars and take the moon! They are omnipotent and admirable beings! These are the things that Wen Bin told him, because Wen Bin's injuries were given by a cultivator on the enemy's side.

However, there is no one in ten thousand cultivators, if you want to become a cultivator, the premise is to have talent, ordinary martial artists without talent, even if they practice for a hundred years, it is in vain, but they are stronger than ordinary people, and whether they have talent or not, after ordinary people are 12 years old, they can go to Nancheng Academy for testing, and they will know by trying. Nancheng Academy is the giant of Nancheng, in the territory of Nancheng, no one dares to touch its tiger whiskers, and it is rumored that there is a real Taoist secret in the academy! Wen Fan's father's last wish is to hope that he can enter Nancheng Academy!

"Cultivator, I must be a cultivator!" Wen Fan secretly swore that when he heard his father talk about this, he only listened to it as a story, but after seeing the battle in Cangshan with his own eyes, he suddenly realized that there were really such a group of people in this world.

Thinking about it, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and Wen Fan finally fell asleep in a daze! In his dream, he became a cultivator who danced with the breeze and accompanied by the sun and the moon.

The next day, Wen Fan carried a firewood knife, crossbow arrows on his back, brought some necessary things, such as ropes, flints, etc., and then locked the firewood door and went straight to Cangshan.