Montaigne knocked the ground with sycamore wood and took his first steps into the world.

Walking through the barren mountains and mountains, it was soon night.

The long howl of the wolf resounded in the night, adding a touch of coldness to the silence and uninhabited world.

"Don't go! Two-legged rush is slow, have you walked thirty miles? ”

Montaigne grumbled and pressed his hand to the tree beside him.

Thousands of branches hung from the tree, and soon they were woven into a comfortable hammock.

Montaigne thrust the sycamore wood into the ground and lay down comfortably.

"Woo~Woo~"

The desolate wolf howls are endless, and Montaigne can see the flickering wolf shadow on the mountain not far away.

"What a rush! It's not easy to catch food in the middle of the night, right? ”

Before Montaigne's thoughts fell, a snoring exclamation came.

More than a dozen wild boars ran in a panic.

After a huge boar breaks, it keeps knocking the wolves into the air, fighting for the escape opportunities for the pigs running in front.

The claws and fangs of the green wolf fell on it, and it was extremely difficult to break through its long mane and thick skin.

"Hey! Don't run to me! I'm not going to interfere with the ecological balance, me, you piglet! Why did you still jump on it! ”

The huge boar with steel mane, seeing that all its people had run away, jumped into the hammock and pressed against Montaigne after being surrounded by wolves and having no way out.

Its two small eyes were full of anger, staring at the green wolves that surrounded them.

Perhaps they didn't expect anyone to appear in the wilderness, or maybe Montaigne's bearing was too much like that of a monk, the green wolves did not attack, but retreated into the shadows with a few whines.

"Go down! You're a pig's foot a thousand pounds! Crush Lao Tzu! ”

Montaigne pushed the boar's fat body hard, and felt all the qi in his chest squeezed out of it.

The boar had not yet fully recovered from his anger, and instinctively felt that Montaigne was safer beside him, and as soon as he pouted his buttocks, he squeezed Montaigne to the edge of the hammock and almost fell.

"You dead pig! Bite the hand that feeds one! I'm short of a mount, and that's you! ”

Montaigne jumped out of the hammock and sniffed a pig. Taste, gas does not come in one place.

The boar snorted a few times, spread out on all fours, and completely occupied the hammock.

The ticking sound caught Montaigne's attention, and he realized that the boar's right hind leg had been torn and blood was gushing out of the wound.

It just wants to run, and now it probably can't run.

"Purr ~ Purr ~"

The surviving boars emerged from the grass and gathered around the injured boars, and one of them, a delicate-looking gilt, sniffed the wound and ran into the thick grass.

After a while, he took back his mouth full of green vines and piled them up in the hammock.

When the injured boar saw the green vine, it opened its mouth and chewed, whining in satisfaction.

And the wound on its leg, the blood flow slowed down rapidly, and the open crack was slowly shrinking.

Montaigne saw it interestingly, and simply helped out, and worked with the sows to carry out the post-injury care of the pig fighter.

A few little pigs were very bold, and actually sniffed around Montaigne, as if they thought that the smell on him was very good.

"Bang bang!"

Several figures landed in front of Montaigne, causing the boars to squeak and disappear into the grass.

The big boar lying in the hammock also bounced its limbs and wanted to jump off and escape.

"Catch it! Tell the wolf king to come back for dinner! ”

The teenager among the several people shouted at the attendants beside him.

One of them casually threw out a few wind breaths and tightly wrapped them around the boar.

The boar screamed in terror, but it found that no matter how hard it struggled, it could not jump out of the hammock, as if it had an invisible hand pressing it to the hammock.

"Are you delaying my wolf king from eating? Which sect are you? ”

The boy restrained the boar and questioned Montaigne again.

Montaigne stood up on the sycamore tree, and before he could speak, he was pushed by the young man.

The sycamore wood in his hand was also snatched away.

Montaigne felt that he was very unlucky, he could meet people who took it by force everywhere, did he have a hidden spiritual root to attract disasters?

"What kind of wood is this? How do I feel a strong fire? ”

The boy did not ask Montaigne, but his entourage.

The entourage's knowledge was also poor, and he grabbed the sycamore wood and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see the reason.

He raised his stick and shouted at Montaigne:

"Boy! What tree did this fall off of? ”

Montaigne shook his head and replied helplessly:

"I picked it up, and I didn't sleep cold in the middle of the night, so I kept it with me all the time. If you want to eat cooked food, you can still get on fire with a light tap. ”

"Can it be on fire?"

The attendant looked at the sycamore branch suspiciously, and bent his knuckles to strike it hard.

I only heard a pleasant crisp sound in the local area, and the surging flames exploded.

A few people who were arrogant just now, their hair and clothes were burned clean in an instant, and they stood on the ground stupidly.

The green wolf, which had just approached, let out a long howl and fled away again in fright.

And the big boar that was pressed in the hammock suddenly felt loose, and quickly squeaked and screamed and jumped off the hammock, and ran into the grass and disappeared.

"I said I wanted to knock gently, why are you knocking so hard? It's embarrassing, isn't it? Don't blame me! Gee! Half an inch! ”

Taking the sycamore wood from the blackened squire, Montaigne glanced at the young man's capital and turned to leave.

"Stop! Or I want your life! ”

Behind him came the sound of gnashing teeth.

Montaigne's footsteps did not stop at all, and the flat voice reached the young man,

"If I were you, I wouldn't get into trouble anymore! Tutoring is really important! ”

Not far away, Montaigne heard the sound of snoring again.

The boar came out of the grass and followed Montaigne with a head and tail.

Montaigne smiled, turned around and touched the boar's head,

"They say that pigs are smarter than dogs, and that's good! You know that your injuries healed so quickly, and it wasn't just about eating those few mouthfuls of herbs, right? But if you follow me, what will happen to my wife and children? ”

The boar snorted incessantly, and its huge nose arched a few times on Montaigne.

It was as if telling Montaigne that he had settled his family and would be messing with Montaigne in the future.

"Haha!"

Montaigne laughed and reached out to wipe it, and there was a green pill in his hand.

Throwing Danmaru into the boar's mouth, he unceremoniously rode on the pig's back, pointing in front of him and shouting:

"Let's go! My Gangshang! ”

Immediately, the majestic boar squeaked and squeaked for joy, spread its hooves and ran wildly.

The boar looks stupid, but its speed and endurance are amazing.

Four short and thick little hooves stomped on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they ran for more than ten miles.

Early in the morning, Montaigne rode a boar into a small town and felt the long-lost fireworks.

Ordinary vendors set up stalls on the roadside, and farmers came and went talking to each other in exchange for food and clothing, all of which were scenes of a simple agrarian society.

Gang Jian had a huge nose, and when he passed by every steamed bun shop, he had to hum a few times and signal Montaigne to buy him something to eat.

"It's really an interesting place, there is no country, no technology, and there are two worlds of immortals and mortals, but they can perfectly coexist in the same world."

Montaigne stuffed a few meat buns into the mouth of the gangguana, looked at the people on the ground, and then looked at the monks flying in the sky, and the mood was happy and relaxed.

And Montaigne's unique style of mount also attracted the attention of everyone around, a little er standing on the side of the road to solicit business, shouted at Montaigne:

"Guest! Do you want to stay at a hotel? ”

Montaigne smiled, he didn't have the need to stay in the hotel.

Anywhere he looks, he can build himself a cozy nest.

"No need! All my money is fed to the pigs! ”

Montaigne waved his hand and walked on.

Suddenly, he stopped, and looked back at the little two, who was chatting with other travelers, hoping to bring some business to the store.

"Strange! Delusion? ”

Montaigne blinked vigorously.

But he didn't have much to think about, turned around and continued to walk forward.

Just when Montaigne turned around, the inn where Xiao Er was located, the window of a guest room on the third floor was pushed open, revealing a pretty face covered with tulle.

And behind her, there were two retinues covered in black robes.

"Is this guy bullying the little brother? I think he's just a mortal! The feeling is keen. ”

The veiled girl's pleasant voice sounds refreshing.

"Miss, this place is close to the Demon Gate, I don't think it's too much trouble. The young master is not injured, the other party has shown mercy, and he can turn the boar into a mount, which is very strange in itself, let's go back quickly. ”

An entourage was more cautious and whispered to dissuade his master from losing a big one.

The girl chuckled, half-turned her gooseneck and said to the person behind her:

"The little brother came out to shepherd the wolf and was bullied, shouldn't I, who is a sister, stand up for him? What about the Demon Gate? You see that this mortal can swagger in, and I didn't dare to take a look at it on the first day of my sect? ”

"No!"

The two attendants stepped forward at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, faintly trapping the girl.

"Cut! Look at what scares you! I'll just talk about it. ”

......

Montaigne soon walked through the town and into the countryside.

A group of children grinning and chasing him, pestering the strange stranger for remarks.

And from time to time, Gangguan gnawed a bite of grass seedlings from the field, which was always exchanged for the scolding of the farmers and peasant women.

Montaigne did not refuse to come, and every child could get a sweet sugar pill from him.

The village baby, who has never eaten anything good, feels that her tongue is about to melt.

And this brother is also very interesting, he can do magic, and a lot of dead grass is slowly turning green in his hands, and it can even blossom and bear fruit.

It made the dolls extremely happy.

Three or four miles away from the village, Montaigne stopped and smiled at the dozen or so children around him:

"Let's go back! Your father and mother are worried, if you see a beautiful sister on the way back, you must ask her for candy, she has more sugar than her brother, and it is sweeter. ”

The children cheered and ran towards the village, leaving their brother with super sweet candy behind in the blink of an eye.

Montaigne rode upside down, looking at the children running into a smoke, with a bad smile on the corner of his mouth,

"Hey! Track me? ”