There was a big yellow dog lying on the ground by the courtyard gate, and when he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at it, and barked lowly.

It looked extremely old, with disheveled, dull fur and bald in places. Although he woke up at the moment, he didn't mean to get up at all, and his eyelids couldn't stop drooping downward.

Qi Jingzhi raised his feet and stepped over the old yellow dog, and said while opening the door: "If you don't enter the mountain today, you take good care of your home, don't let irrelevant people and beasts disturb Grandpa's recuperation." ”

Regardless of whether it understood it or not, the boy went out of the door on his own, closed the courtyard gate with his backhand, descended the hill like a wind under his feet, and walked briskly towards the mountain pass east of the village.

On the way, he met a few villagers who got up early to work, and he greeted them with a smile and a few casual greetings, but his feet did not stop at all.

Sandwiched between two mountain walls, the mountain pass in the east of the village is like a gateway, and it is the only way for the village in front of the mountain to lead to the county seat. It's just that the population of the village is too small and the mountain roads are difficult to travel, so few people enter and exit here on weekdays.

There is an old tree at the pass that has been growing for an unknown number of years, and its huge canopy is bathed in the glow, casting a large shadow.

Qi Jingzhi walked into the shade of the tree, leaned his back against the rough trunk, and squinted his eyes in the direction of the county seat.

The sunlight leaking overhead was a bit dazzling, and he could only faintly see the continuous black outline on the horizon.

After waiting patiently for more than an hour, a figure riding a donkey finally appeared in his field of vision.

The young man's breathing was sudden and heavy, his eyes were fixed on the other party, and his right hand subconsciously touched the sleeve of his left shirt.

As the figure gradually approached, Qi Jingzhi finally saw the appearance of the person who came.

This person was less than thirty years old, and he had a pair of thick eyebrows, bulging eyebrow bones, deep-set eye sockets, and a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's him! The official of the county, Chen Er! ”

When Qi Jingzhi mentioned the Nangang Tiger Trouble to Qi Laohan, he only said lightly that he had heard it when he entered the city, but in fact, he had heard it from Chen Er.

Yesterday, the other party stopped him on the street, and there were a lot of threatening words in his words, which meant that he would assign the errand of fighting the tiger to the grandchildren of the Qi family.

In the county government, officials like Chen Er are patrolling the capital, and then there is the history.

Regarding Chen Er's threat, although Qi Jingzhi did not believe it all, he would never dare to ignore it.

After confirming the identity of the visitor, the young man's heart suddenly calmed down.

He looked around, and saw that there was no third figure near Zuo, so he took the initiative to greet him with a smiling face, and greeted him from afar: "Master Chen, you are here!" ”

Chen Er, who was on the back of the donkey, naturally saw Qi Jingzhi, a pair of thick eyebrows immediately wrinkled, and asked impatiently: "What kind of good thing do you have to let Chen Ye and I go there in person early in the morning?" ”

Qi Jingzhi smiled brightly, ran to Chen Er in small steps, held the neck of the thin donkey and whispered: "What people in the mountains can get their hands on are naturally those things buried in the soil, they are all rushed out when there is a torrential rainstorm and flash floods, and they are worth a lot of money!" ”

Hearing this, Chen Er felt a little energetic, raised his leg towards Qi Jingzhi's chest, and kicked the young man to the ground.

There was a greedy and fierce light in his eyes, and he scolded and said in his mouth: "The little cub talks a lot of nonsense, and he doesn't lead the way!" ”

Qi Jingzhi got up slowly, didn't care about patting the dust off his body, reached out and grabbed the chew of the thin donkey and walked up the hillside beside the road.

Chen Er couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, and immediately kicked the young man's waist and eyes again, and said fiercely: "Aren't you this little cub entertaining me?" Why don't you go into the village and run up the hill instead? ”

Qi Jingzhi staggered forward and rushed forward a few steps to stabilize his figure, the smile on his face was even bigger, and he turned around and explained: "Master Chen, it is said that wealth should not be exposed, and some good things are not to mention sent to the county seat, even if they are taken back to the village, they are too dazzling." I built a wooden house in the mountains, and no one else knew about it except my grandfather. ”

Chen Er was satisfied, and said leisurely: "That old thing in your family squeezed the old man of the history in a few words, and begged for a reward of twenty spines, but he could still pretend to be half-dead, let people carry him out of the county office, and then escaped the errand of fighting the tiger." I can't imagine that you little cub is treacherous and cunning, and you really have a grandfather and a grandson! ”

After he said that, he smiled smugly, shook his head and said: "It's a pity, even if your grandfather and grandson are cunning like ghosts, you also have to drink our Chen Ye's footwashing water!" Ugly words ahead, if you can't satisfy me today, hum, it's not just as simple as peeling off the skin! ”

Hearing this, the young man who led the way in front paused, his smile was a little bitter, and his tone was a little more careful: "Chen Ye's eyes are like torches, how can we see this little bit of Taoism?" It's just that my family is small, and there are so many good things, and it is enough to honor you, but the heads and masters of the history are there......"

"Shhhh You're trying to be blind, too! ”

When Chen Er heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "Why do you have to worry about such a big fart as arranging an errand for Orion?" As long as Master Chen and I don't say anything, who will remember that old thing in your house? If the old man is always worried about competing with a hunter in the mountains, it will be too bad. ”

"I see! Then our grandson will have to rely on Chen Ye more! ”

As they spoke, the two men and the donkey were already far away from the dirt road in front of the mountain pass, and climbed up and then crossed a low slope, and even if someone passed by on the road, they could not see the scene on this side of the low slope.

Qi Jingzhi stopped suddenly, first glanced around, then turned back to face Chen Er, smiled brightly, and asked respectfully, "Master Chen, how do you see the scenery here?" ”

When Chen Er heard this, he subconsciously looked around and saw that there was nothing but weeds up and down the low slope, and anger rose in his heart.

He was about to open his mouth to question, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and when he looked down, he saw a sharp blade stabbing obliquely from the bottom up, penetrating through the heart!

Chen Er stared at the hilt of the knife in disbelief, and there was a ho-ho sound from his mouth, but unfortunately the blood had gushed out of his throat, blocking all his words, and he couldn't spit out a word.

"Listen to what Chen Ye meant, asking for benefits from our grandchildren is not the instruction of the old men in the county government, but your own opinion?"

Qi Jingzhi's tone was still respectful, but there was no more emotional waves.

His right hand was firmly gripping the hilt of the knife without a hint of trembling, while his left hand was still gripping the lean donkey's chew to prevent the beast, which had been irritated by the smell of his master's blood, from moving.

Hearing the young man's question, Chen Er's gaze lifted with difficulty, and he happened to meet a pair of calm and deep eyes.

A chill came up from the bottom of his heart, and there was no chance of survival.

The greedy yin owl in the eyes of this official was long gone, and there was only a great deal of remorse, and his lips pursed, as if he still wanted to say something.

In the silent gaze, the young man drew his knife violently, bringing up a bright red blood.

Poke again! Stab again!

The gushing blood flowed through the blade, soaked the hilt, and smeared the boy's palm, then spread along the wrist to the forearm.

The light in Chen Er's eyes immediately dissipated, his head drooped, and the whole person fell off the donkey's back, falling face down on the ground.

The crimson blood quickly soaked the grass.

Hold yourself in the white blade, kill in the red dust!

Qi Jingzhi looked at Chen Er, who was motionless at his feet, and said softly: "Master Chen, you give me two feet, and I return you two knives, let's ...... Two clear! ”