Yan Yunting is the best at catching pheasants, he first dug some earthworms in the sand, and then strung the earthworms densely on the weeds, picked up two stones, crouched ten zhang away, and silently waited for the prey to take the bait.

Sure enough, after a while, several pheasants smelled the smell of food, and they entered Yan Yunting's ambush circle unsuspectingly, pecking at the earthworms hanging on the weeds.

"Whoosh!"

Yan Yunting saw the opportunity, started work with his left and right hands at the same time, threw two stones, and smashed them on the two pheasants with unmistakable accuracy.

The pheasant fluttered vigorously in the grass, but it was already the end of the crossbow, Yan Yunting pounced and grabbed two pheasants in his hands, one for braised and the other for stew!

"Old man, if you meet me today, you will be blessed!"

And just when he was proud, suddenly, a hurricane blew in the mountains - "Huhuhu......" The wind howled, like a monster roaring, and the blowing Yan Yunting stumbled again and again, and finally stepped on the air, and the body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and rolled directly down the hillside!

The hillside was very steep, Yan Yunting tried his best to stabilize his body but couldn't, he could only roll down in a circle, and under the bumps, his eyes couldn't help but darken, and he fainted.

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I don't know how long it took, suddenly, there was a burst of itching and damp heat on his face, Yan Yunting regained consciousness, and the pain all over his body rushed straight to his brain, and he suddenly opened his eyes-

"Woohoo, woohoo......" A milky howl came from his chest. He fixed his eyes and saw a pair of glowing beast pupils.

A little white-haired tiger the size of two palms is lying on his chest, constantly licking his cheeks with his tongue, the little tiger looks simple, the two eyes are large and round, and there is a "crescent" shape engraved on his forehead.

Yan Yunting shook his head, and then he rolled down the hillside with a sound, and it took him a lot of effort to barely stand up, and he looked around through the dim night light - this should be a valley, and on his left hand side was a hillside overgrown with weeds, with a drop of about a hundred zhang, and he must have rolled down this hillside.

He smiled bitterly in his heart: With such a high hillside, it is fortunate that he did not fall to his death.

"Woohoo......" The little tiger kicked his legs, jumped out of his chest, picked up a pheasant and ran deep into the valley.

"Oops...... My chickens! My chickens! Yan Yunting grabbed another pheasant and hurriedly chased after it, "You give me back the chicken, I caught it with my life!" ”

The more Yan Yunting chased after him, the more bitter he became: Why did Lao Tzu go to catch chickens? Now I'm still fighting with a little beast for food!

In this way, a man and a tiger chased in the valley for half an hour, and suddenly, the little tiger stopped by a stream.

"Catch! You can't run away now, can you? ”

Yan Yunting pounced on a hungry wolf and tied the little tiger in his arms, "Woo, woo......" The little tiger kicked the little short legs, and the baby teeth kept pulling Yan Yunting's cuffs, as if he was telling something.

Yan Yunting seemed to realize something, he raised his head suddenly, but saw a row of cabins on the other side of the stream.

There are four or five wooden houses, and the bamboo fence encloses a small courtyard, which is very simple. But then again, where are the ordinary houses built in the deep valleys?

Yan Yunting was overjoyed, picked up the little tiger and flowed across the stream, came to the door of the small courtyard, and looked at the plaque on the door frame, carved with four big characters - Yunmeng Mountain Residence.

"Little Tiger, is this the Guigu Cave?" Yan Yunting looked at the little tiger in his arms.

The little tiger bit his head, indicating that it was not.

"Oh? Do you still understand human speech? Yan Yunting was so surprised, but after thinking about it, which animal in this mountain is not full of spirituality?

The little tiger jumped out of his arms and entered the small house through the crack in the fence, and Yan Yunting also pushed the door in.

The yard was surprisingly clean, and if it had been uninhabited, it would have been overgrown with weeds, the bamboo fence was covered with dead vines, and a shanty was erected on the left side of the yard, and in the corner of the shantyhouse were stacked with hoes, dustpans, shovels, and all kinds of farm tools.

"Excuse me, anyone?" Yan Yunting shouted symbolically.

In the lonely valley, where is there any other movement except the wind blowing and falling leaves?

This small dwelling looks like it is uninhabited.

No matter where it is, it's getting late anyway, so it doesn't hurt to settle here.

Yan Yunting wrapped a simple torch with vines, and after lighting it, he planned to go from room to room to investigate, at this time, "Bang! Suddenly, there was a sound of the door opening coming from the right hand side, and he was startled, could it be anyone?

But when he saw it clearly, he realized that it was the little tiger......

The little tiger seemed to have something in its mouth, and it ran and jumped up to Yan Yunting, rubbing and rubbing his ankle with its little head...... This little beast really doesn't recognize life at all!

Yan Yunting picked up the little tiger, tore off its mouth to take the object, and took a picture with a torch, and immediately gasped...... This is a woman's belly pocket!

"Whoa......" The little tiger stretched out his tongue and licked Yan Yunting's hand, so innocent in the round chirping pupils.

"Little tiger, let me ask you, is the hostess of this belly pocket not straight, not tall, melon seed face, and not very good temper?" Yan Yunting asked.

Little Tiger nodded.

"Her name is Su Yunying, am I right?"

Little Tiger nodded again.

"This is where she lives?"

Little Tiger nodded again.

That's not running, even if this "Yunmeng Mountain Residence" is not a Guigu Cave, it must be where Su Zhen and Su Yunying live.

Yan Yunting suddenly realized at this time, since he came to Yunmeng Mountain, he met the white-haired old man, carried the old man up the mountain, and was called to catch pheasants, and then lost his footing and rolled down the cliff, met the little tiger, and was immediately brought here...... It was as if it had been arranged.

"I'll just say, how can an ordinary old man haunt the deep mountains and old forests?"

But who is the old man? How did he know I was coming? What is his connection to Ghost Valley?

With doubts, Yan Yunting walked through all four wooden houses.

a kitchen, a pharmacy, a study, a boudoir;

In the kitchen, pots and pans, firewood, rice, oil and salt, all of them are available;

The pharmacy was piled up with a lot of grass that had dried but had not had time to be mashed;

The study room is full of books, astronomy and geography, agricultural medicine and military kitchens, Taoist classics, Zen scriptures, and even mechanical techniques are rarely recorded.

The boudoir was turned into a mess by the little tiger, and the woman's clothes were scattered all over the ground, judging from the style and color, it was very in line with Su Yunying's character.

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