In the winter moon, the cold wind is like a knife, and the snow enters the soul.

At the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain, more than 100 miles west of Zhaodu, in front of a slightly old thatched hut in an ordinary manor under the rule of Wu'an County, a huge tiger nested motionless in the snow, blood-colored plum blossoms bloomed at its head, and a feathered arrow was inserted in its left eye socket.

It was apparently a tiger that had been shot by someone, and the arrow had pierced its eyes with pinpoint accuracy, going deep into its skull, destroying its brain.

Behind the tiger's corpse, there was a figure squatting, holding a skinning scimitar from the wolf clan, skillfully cutting through the tiger's belly and fur, and carrying out the work of skinning.

"Ming, your archery skills have improved again, an arrow hits the tiger's eyes, even if it is a sneak attack, this kind of accuracy is enough to make the army can be called a marksman." A strong man in a sheep's skin stepped forward and said to the figure behind the tiger corpse.

"Uncle Biao, it's really a sneak attack, and the tigers also have time to nap." Hearing the voice of the middle-aged man, the person squatting behind the tiger corpse raised his head, and a young man's face appeared in the sight of the big man.

I saw that this young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, blood stains on his face, and he was frozen red in the wind and snow, although he was completely insulated from the red lips and white teeth, but he also had a heroic spirit, with the unique vitality of a teenager.

The most special thing is that his eyes, as black as ink, shine like stars dotted in the night, but in the depths, there is an imperceptible melancholy.

"Do you want your uncle and me to help?" The man who was called Uncle Biao by the boy said eagerly.

"Of course I want to, the peeling thing is too troublesome, I don't have this craft at home, in case I damage any piece, the loss will be big." The young man grinned, exhaled a long white line, and had already handed the scimitar in his hand to Uncle Biao.

"Ha, you've been waiting for me here." Uncle Biao looked at the scimitar in his hand and couldn't help crying and laughing.

"Can I ask Uncle Biao for your help? When the time comes, I'll give you a tiger's leg. The young man looked cheerful and generous.

"Only one tiger leg? Your Uncle Biao, I'm worth this tiger leg? Uncle Biao glared and said pretending to be dissatisfied.

Of course, he just said this, he knew very well that in this winter month, being able to eat a mouthful of meat was really a luxury for an ordinary farmer like him.

"This ......," said the young man with a look of hesitation, and after a brief struggle, he showed a look of heartache, and said, "One more tiger whip, no more." ”

"Hey, Tiger Whip." Hearing this, Uncle Biao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, obviously thinking of something.

Uncle Biao, who is middle-aged, naturally knows the value of the tiger whip very well, but when he sees the banter in the eyes of the young man, his heart has become another emotion.

"Uncle Biao, I still need that thing?" Uncle Biao said with a look of who you look down on.

"Uncle Biao, you don't count, you don't need me to ask my aunt." The boy was already laughing out loud as he spoke, and he was about to shout towards the courtyard next door.

"Wait, Ming." Uncle Biao couldn't hold back at all, obviously, the young man's words pierced his weakness.

As the young man said, when people reach middle age, they have no time to themselves, and who can refuse the temptation of a tiger whip?

"So, Uncle Biao, you can work with peace of mind." Seeing Uncle Biao's confession, the young man was very satisfied, after all, in this cold winter month, it was too boring, especially for the young man.

Uncle Biao is obviously more proficient in business, and the scimitar in his hand is smooth, although it is not how powerful, but it is definitely called practice makes perfect, and in this manor with dozens of households, he is the most refined professional butcher in business.

The young man looked at it for a while, reflexively walked into the room, took out half a jar of muddy wine and two dusty pottery bowls, and after pouring a full bowl for Uncle Biao, he held the wine bowl and leaned against the door frame, looking at the Taihang Mountain in the distance like a white dragon, the wine entered his stomach, and turned up his memories for a long time.

His name is Yang Ming, Yang of Yang Liuyi, Ming of the night, his father is from Qin, but he was born by his mother in Wu'an County, Zhao State.

The reason for this is only because of the Battle of Zhao that year, the Qin general Zheng Anping led his 20,000 Qin troops to surrender to Zhao under the siege of the Zhao army, and his father was one of the 20,000 Qin troops that year.

More than ten years ago, Zheng Anping at the cost of 20,000 Qin troops, plus the king of Zhao at that time didn't know if he had the intention of disgusting the Qin State, Zheng Anping was a high-ranking official and was knighted Wuyangjun.

But the 20,000 Qin troops as a price were extremely miserable, and they were divided by the magnates of Zhao who suffered heavy losses because of the Battle of Changping at that time, and became the households of manors in Zhao State.

After all, 400,000 Zhao troops died in Changping, and although the widows caused by the direct cause were not 400,000, there were still more than 200,000, so the Qin army soldiers who became Zhuanghu married the widows of Zhao one by one.

Whether it was Yang Ming's father or Uncle Biao, who was fighting for the tiger whip in front of him, was Qin Jun who was used as a price at that time, but because he had read a few books, his father had a point or two of arrogance, and he died of depression a few years after Zhao Guocheng became a family, and his mother also died of illness two years ago, and the family that was not prosperous suddenly became a person.

As for Uncle Biao, it is obvious that he wants to look more open, settle down in Zhao State with peace of mind, although he and his wife do not raise their eyebrows, but they can be regarded as husband and wife harmony, and in more than ten years, the former one person has become a family of four with a son and a daughter.

But Yang Ming had the memory of being more than fifteen years old at this time, because he was a traverser, and when he thought of this, a trace of amazement appeared uncontrollably on Yang Ming's face.

The way he travels through is very ordinary, that is, after work, he binge-watching that world that people like to do when they are bored: watching videos.

Brushing and brushing, I inexplicably changed a world and a life.

But his crossing is also not ordinary, because the video he swiped at that time was firmly engraved in his mind for some reason, it was a video about 'Xiongba Apprentice'.

Maybe it was because of some special energy absorbed in the process of traversing, and the video that Yang Ming was just used for entertainment turned into a martial art integrated into the soul after Yang Ming crossed over.

Xiongba, as one of the villains of the Fengyun series, although because of his early appearance, his martial arts are not the top in that comic series, but his stunts are too famous.

Who doesn't know a three-point return to vitality and seven points rely on hard work.

What appeared in the depths of Yang Ming's soul was the martial arts template of this hero: the Wind God Leg, the Cloud Palm, the Heavenly Frost Fist, and the Three Points of Returning to the Vitality, which also constituted Yang Ming's necessary golden finger as a traverser.

It's just that since he officially opened his golden finger when he was ten years old, he has only lit up one of the three unique martial arts that he has immersed in the depths of his soul: Pai Yun Zhang.

In the depths of Yang Ming's soul, the dim and dull influence of Ben and the Wind God Legs, the Heavenly Frost Fist, and the Three-Point Returning Vitality Qi had already exuded a cloudy and bleak aura.

Whenever Yang Ming sank his consciousness into the depths of his soul, the villain shrouded in clouds would demonstrate the twelve styles of the Cloud Palm Palm for Yang Ming.

"Ming, don't just look at it, hurry up and set up a pot to boil water, this tiger has more than 400 catties, and it is much more troublesome to put it away than to clean up a pig." Uncle Biao closed a sip of wine to block the blood and stench, and then skillfully cut the belly of the tiger corpse, and for a while, all kinds of unpleasant smells gathered together, extremely high.

"Okay." Yang Ming, who was pulled back to reality by Uncle Biao's voice, responded to the voice, and then made firewood from under the eaves that had been prepared for winter as early as late autumn, lit the hay with flint, set up a bonfire, and boiled water in clay pots.

In the passage of time, the nearby people also got up one after another, but the cold weather made them not mean to go out of the house, but the young children saw that they were killing tigers, wrapped in animal skins and sheepskins and other warm things, and were not afraid of bloody scenes, one by one happily gathered around the bonfire, while keeping warm, while looking at the tiger corpses that were constantly decomposed by Uncle Biao.

No child can resist the temptation of flesh.

"What a big old axe." In the sound of children chirping, a crisp female voice came from the side.

Yang Ming looked at it smoothly, and saw that two large and small figures had already appeared on the manor path that had been swept out.

The big figure was an old woman in her sixties, jeweled, who was the owner of this manor, and the little figure was only five or six years old, and the blue skirt was wrapped with a layer of extremely valuable white sable from the eastern part of the Yan Kingdom, which suddenly made the little figure round.

The little head has a white fox fur hat and two ribbons hanging on both sides, and the end of the ribbon is dotted with two red pompoms, which are being held in soft hands, unconsciously playing.

Such a well-crafted aristocratic girl looked at the bloody scene in front of her, but she didn't see the slightest look of fear, but a curious look.

The chattering children saw the two people who appeared in sight, and subconsciously held their breath, although they were at an innocent age, they knew that in front of the two people in front of them, they could not be as presumptuous as at home.

"You're busy, I'm just taking the Snow Maiden to take a look." The old lady took her granddaughter and stopped in place, the granddaughter was curious about the unknown, but she would not really let her granddaughter get close to the butcher's slaughtering scene, and she needed to keep a suitable distance.

"Yes." Uncle Biao replied solemnly.