The wife of the old patriarch of Nazhuang Township, the dry food equipped for him tastes really good.

On the surface, it looks like a dry dough, but inside it is mixed with finely chopped bacon.

Take a big bite, pour a mouthful of water, and two dough cakes, which can make Zhao Que feel full.

It has been two days since I left Zhuangxiang.

Zhao Que tied the horses to the dead trees that were sprouting with all his might, and carefully paddled to the water below the slope with a water bag.

The water flows down from the mountain and is crystal clear.

He took a handful of water, tasted it, it was cool and sweet, he drank all the rest of the water in the water bag, and filled it with it.

Cleaned the faces of the dusty servants caused by the hurry, squatted on the water, looked at his reflection, was in a daze, got up, stepped up the hill in two or three steps, took a short rest, and continued on his way.

The horses also carry a tiger skin.

The tiger skin is quite large, and the pattern is extremely beautiful.

This is passing by a barren forest, and suddenly a tiger comes out.

The roar shook the sky.

Vicious.

It should be uncomfortable this winter, at first glance, when I saw Zhao Que, the saliva continued to go down, surrounding him, walking half a circle, and I couldn't wait to pounce over.

Of course, Zhao Que is not afraid.

But the horses under the seat were frightened to the ground by the tiger, trembling and wailing.

He picked up the sound and fought the tiger.

What made Zhao Que unacceptable was that with his current state, he was faintly not the opponent of the Tiger.

Fortunately, the sound of the big voice is unusually sharp.

After temporarily forcing back the Tigers.

When it pounced again, he simply used a body technique to avoid the tiger's slaughter and cut it down with a knife......

The sound of the big sound slashed right into the middle of the tiger's waist.

Tiger blood spilled.

The tiger was in pain, and the roar was even more deafening.

This knife, the strength was exhausted, Zhao Que drew the knife, and retreated.

Perhaps it was seriously injured, the tiger struggled in place a few times, and reluctantly went back to the tiger's den to recuperate.

It's all like this, how can Zhao Que let it go.

Turn defense into offense.

It's wonderful.

The tiger wanted to kill him with his claws, but he was narrowly avoided by Zhao Que.

Da Yin Xisheng cut down continuously, and it was a tiger in the mighty barren forest, and he had to bow down under Zhao Que's knife.

Looking at this huge tiger body, the sound of drinking the tiger's blood, trembling slightly, Zhao Que held the handle of the knife tightly, in the past, in Xisai, it was not that he had not killed the tiger, at that time, it was easy, a knife went down, and it was divided into two halves, but now, killing the head of the tiger is really troublesome.

After thinking about it for a while, how to deal with the dead tiger, or shaved off the tiger's skin, and left the rest in this barren forest, if there are other fierce beasts, take it as their meal.

Tie up the tiger skin, and Zhao Que went on the road.

There is a scene of eating dry food and receiving water.

the mountain.

It was not marked on the map, and Zhao Que went around for a long time and did not find a new road.

It seems that all roads are cut off by the mountain in front of you, and if you want to pass, you have to go over the mountains and mountains.

There must be a way over this mountain.

However, you have to be led by a local hunter to find it, and if you change it to a foreigner, you can find it if you look for it, and your scalp is numb, so it is better to turn it over directly.

Simply turn over and dismount and hold the reins.

Zhao Que looked up at the mountain.

This mountain is strange and rocky, and he must find a good way to go up the mountain, besides, he still has horses, and it is easy to cross the mountains and mountains by himself, plus a horse, but it has to be said otherwise.

Immediately, without further ado, he wandered at the foot of the mountain, encountered a "tiger" blocking the way like hay, and opened the way with a loud voice.

This divine weapon that accompanied Zhao Que to make great achievements, how could he have expected that one day, the dignified general of the auxiliary country would use it to open the way up the mountain?

From time to time, the knife shook slightly, reminding Zhao Que and leaving it face.

And Zhao Que ignored it.

The sound of the big sound seems to have become a little strange.

It's like a little girl's family.

I had to let Zhao Que change his tricks to satisfy it.

When he was on the mountain of Yingqiuzong, the sound of the sound was urging him, slaughtering a few people first, and drinking a few mouthfuls of essence and blood.

With that in mind.

Zhao Que, who was holding the reins in one hand and a knife in the other, lowered his head and looked at Da Yin Xisheng.

"Tell me the truth, do you think that you have been with me for many years, and since you have been on the battlefield, you can now rely on your past exploits to satisfy your appetite?"

Of course, Da Yin Xisheng couldn't say a word, even trembling, and now, it's gone.

Chop down the weeds.

At the foot of the mountain, there is already a little bit of greenery between the cracks in the rocks.

Spring has arrived.

It's not far from the time when the grass warbler flies.

Finally found a fairly smooth way up the mountain.

Occasionally, mutilated footprints can be faintly seen in the dirt.

It should be that the people went up the mountain to look for herbs, and climbed the mountain from here, and the soil happened to be soft and stayed, and I don't know how long it was, the soil was hard, and they presented their footprints on their bodies.

Someone once told Zhao Que that everything in the world has spirits, but they feel people, but people treat them as dead things.

Perhaps, there are many people in the world who have thought about such a truth.

There are all kinds of stories that charm people and tempt readers.

After walking this road and entering these cities, Zhao Que has heard the most supernatural stories, that is, the love and hatred between the fox demon and the reader.

In the lark's house in Jingshu City, out of the alley, half a street away, there is a teahouse where there is a storyteller every day, talking about ghosts.

The business of the tea house is booming.

Although the tea and snacks are not expensive, there are many people who can't bear to listen to books here, and I don't know if the middle-aged man with fat head and big ears is the shopkeeper of the teahouse.

Because this is a trivial matter, the larks did not tell him that the owner behind the teahouse is Yingqiuzong.

Eighty percent of the income was handed over to the sect, and the middle-aged man with the fat head and big ears was almost the same person as Chai Xingxiang of the Yinhua Sect in the Yingqiu Sect, the difference is that the Yingqiu Sect attaches great importance to his status, and the middle-aged man is extremely heavy in the Yingqiu Sect.

It's a pity that the Yingqiu Sect suffered heavy losses in the first battle, and the middle-aged man, after weighing the pros and cons, chose to take refuge in a family in Jingshu City, and the manpower of the Yingqiu Sect plummeted, and the hot teahouse might change its course and become someone else's bag.

The so-called, Wangshan running a dead horse, which leads the horse over the mountain, is also not an easy job.

Before climbing halfway up the mountain, several times, the horse's hooves slipped and almost rolled Zhao Que, who was holding the reins, down the mountain.

Fortunately, Zhao Que's martial arts realm is low, but the foundation of martial arts is incredibly heavy, dangerous and dangerous, dragging the reins, pulling horses, and climbing mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, there happened to be a huge rock that could be settled.

A man and a horse stood on it, looking at the scenery.

Zhao Que is relaxed and happy, and all the troubles in his heart disappeared for a short time.

The horses snorted, and I don't know if the horses have weak legs, but they look at it anyway, swaying left and right, and don't dare to move.

"Brother Ma, Brother Ma, why are you unlucky to meet me? If you change to another master, no matter how tired and bitter you are, you will not accidentally fall down the mountain and fall to your death, right? ”

Zhao Que touched the horse's mane and comforted.

I don't know if the horses understand, but they don't tremble.

When Zhao Quequan understood it, he immediately laughed.

It can't be compared with the melting snow that seems to have a spirit, this horse, and that thin horse, have the same effect, as if they can understand Zhao Que's speech.

The weather was a little hot, and Zhao Que wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

patted the horse's head: "Let's go, Brother Ma, the road behind is the most difficult, Zhao has come all the way, several years in one day, no day, not difficult, Brother Ma, born as a horse, being ridden by others, horses are also difficult, we have all suffered a lot, the second half of the mountain, no matter how difficult it is, it is not in your words and me." ”

Zhao Que seemed to regain his position on the platform, and after ordering a number of famous Xisai generals, he began to boost morale, and wanted to take down the attacking enemy army in Hanshan in one fell swoop, kill one of them, and the country was full of Su.

Pulling the reins, he turned closer to the mountain.

I looked left and right.

Carefully walked along the mountain, walking a distance of three or four zhang.

Then, step steadily, look back at Brother Ma, step on it again, look back at Brother Ma......

To the top of the mountain.

Zhao Que felt a little tired and collapsed, as if he was in Cisse, from today's evening, the battle continued to fight until late tomorrow night.

The top of this mountain is flat, and the road down the mountain is also easier to walk, more cautious, one person and one horse, along the mountain, no problem.

I opened the bag containing the dry food, poured a few mouthfuls of water, stuffed it into my mouth, and devoured it.

Immediately, the momentum was revived.

No stops.

Pull the reins and slowly descend the mountain.

There is no danger.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhao Que turned over and got on his horse.

Brother Ma chirped, as if he had finally reached its territory, spread his hooves, and ran like flying, and there was a feeling of galloping.

Zhao Que had already put away his voice and took out the map.

A few glances.

Walk around.

Picked a direction.

Control Brother Ma and gallop away.

More than ten days passed.

Finally, I saw a village.

Zhao Que was already hungry and his eyes were dizzy.

The map is marked, and there will be a place to stop during the period.

When he got there, he never expected it.

The village was already desolate, overgrown with yellow weeds, and as the horses passed through it, some wild beasts popped out coldly.

The fox was even more unscrupulous, ran in front of Zhao Que, and stood upright, like a human but extremely funny.

They should think that Zhao Que is a scholar.

And those who read are more likely to fall for the illusion of foxes and ghosts.

Zhao Que asked politely: "Who are you?"

He just spoke.

The two foxes ran away in fright.

I thought that they were so bold that they were not afraid of one person and one horse taking things seriously, but it turned out to be a fox and a fake tiger, pretending to be.

When you get to the front of the village, dismount.

Sunset dusk.

A few pitch-black crows flew over his head.

The front of the village was clean, there were no weeds, and there were six large flat plots, which he saw and speculated, perhaps for drying grain.

When I entered the village, there was no one in sight, and the doors of every house were closed.