Chapter 3: Unexpected Visitors
It was too late, it was too fast, and Zheng Xuan was not allowed to think about it, but he saw Zheng Zhongyang shouting, jumping out of hiding place, and the hunting fork in his hand was like the wind, stabbing towards the tiger's head.
The tiger heard the sound, and as soon as he raised his head, a forearm was waved out instantly, where did Zheng Zhongyang dare to block, he rolled on the spot, flashed to the side, and the hunting fork was like a thunderbolt, stabbing straight through.
The tiger couldn't take care of the prey under his claws, pressed his claws, jumped up directly, pounced down in the air, grabbed his claws suddenly, and brushed straight past Zheng Zhongyang's left shoulder, Zheng Zhongyang was shocked and in severe pain, as if a sharp blade slashed, "oops", Zheng Zhongyang hit straight back, fell five feet away, the hunting fork in his hand was thrown away from his hands, and he couldn't get up when he lay on the ground.
The tiger was willing to let go, and with a jump, he rushed to Zheng Zhongyang's side, opened his mouth and bit it.
Only listen to the sound of "whoosh", a sharp arrow nailed to the tiger's back, the tiger turned around in pain, and was hit by an arrow in the chest, the tiger was in pain, and the ferocity was great, regardless of the arrow wound on the body, where the arrow was fired vertically, I saw a person standing there, his eyes were like stars, and an arrow shot out like a bead.
The person who shot the arrow was Zheng Xuan, Zheng Xuan knew that the tiger was good, and he was desperate to save his father, and he only cared about shooting at the tiger with one arrow at a time.
Before the tiger arrived at Zheng Xuan's side, he had been hit by four arrows, blood splashed all over his body, and most of his momentum was gone, he roared twice, stared at Zheng Xuan, turned around and ran into the grass, and ran away without a trace in a blink of an eye.
Zheng Xuan was already sweating through his clothes at this time, as if he had collapsed, staggering and struggling to run to his father's side, seeing his father like a bloody man, he couldn't help but cry like rain.
"Don't be afraid, I can't die yet." Zheng Zhongyang said.
Zheng Xuan was pleasantly surprised: "The tiger has been scared away by us, and it's fine." ”
Zheng Zhongyang said: "Child, you are doing well, help me see how the sika deer is?" ”
Zheng Xuan asked, "Why did my father save the sika deer?" ”
Zheng Zhongyang said solemnly: "Helping the weak and punishing the strong should have been done by my generation, even if I die here today, you will have to do it in the future, you know?" ”
Zheng Xuan lowered his head and pondered, and after a moment, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes were blazing, and said, "The child knows!" Zheng Zhongyang was overjoyed and said, "If you read more in the future, you will understand more." Go and help me to see the deer. ”
The father and son walked to the place where the sika deer was pounced on by the tiger, only to see a few drops of blood left on the ground, where is there still the figure of the sika deer, seeing this, Zheng Zhongyang smiled: "This little thing, run fast, that's it, child, let's go home, when I get home, I will say that I lost my footing and was injured, don't talk about it." ”
Zheng Xuan smiled helplessly: "Can my mother believe it?" After speaking, Zheng Xuan dismantled the trap, picked up the bow and arrow and the hunting fork respectively, bandaged his father's wounds, and helped his father to go down the mountain.
On the rugged mountain road home, a melodious deer roar came out from the mountain, Zheng Xuan and his son looked from afar, the main peak of Fengming Mountain in the distance Fengming Peak has been dispersed in dense fog, the sun penetrates through the clouds, the mountain is full of golden, thick and magnificent, a winding path goes straight to the top of the mountain, and there is a Taoist temple with green walls and blue tiles on the top of the mountain.
This place is only shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and mortals have no chance to see it.
The jungle of the mountain peak is hidden or visible, as if the rescued sika deer is shuttling freely. Both of them smiled with relief and helped them down the mountain.
At noon, after arriving home, Zheng saw that Zheng Zhongyang was injured, Zheng Xuan was covered with dust, and hurriedly asked what was going on, the father and son began to speak the same language, how did Zheng know that Zheng Xuan took Zheng Xuan away, forced Zheng Zhongyang, and it didn't take long for Zheng Zhongyang to put out a 1510 combination, Zheng said: "What you did is not wrong, but I am worried about your father and son, don't take this risk again in the future." Xuan'er saved you, which means that he has grown up. Xuan'er is upright, but he is too persistent in doing things, and he can't let go of it, I hope he will not have many disasters and difficulties in the future, and everything will be auspicious. ”
Zheng Zhongyang held Zheng's hand and said, "Don't worry, he will be able to save the day." It's time to eat, right? Zheng smiled: "I can't treat a few of you badly!" ”
Zheng cut a plate of salted fish marinated at home, stewed cabbage and tofu, pasted a pot of cakes, told Zheng Ying and Zheng Shuang's father about things, and then called the whole family around a table and sat down to eat.
In the early morning of the second day, the whole family did not get up, and suddenly heard a hoof sound from the direction of Fengming Mountain outside the house, and the hoof sound was so fast, and it was in the courtyard in a blink of an eye.
Zheng Zhongyang and Zheng Shi got busy, pushed open the door, and saw the sika deer that they had rescued yesterday standing in the courtyard, with their front hooves on the ground, and their foreheads rubbing against a person next to them, very affectionate.
Goodbye to that person, but it was a Taoist priest, this person was wearing a scarf, his eyes were like eyes, he was wearing a dark blue robe, and he was carrying a long sword on his back, the red tassels on the hilt of the sword moved slightly with the wind, and behind his hands, he was really extraordinary.