Zhao Qianjun is an outsider from Wang Lizhuang, came to Wang Lizhuang in his twenties, and hunted beasts in Tianyu Mountain behind him with good skills, and then took them to Qingshi Town to sell. Then use some pheasants and hares to exchange some rations with the people in the Zhuangzi. Zhao Qianjun is a bold person, and the amount of food exchange depends on everyone's willingness, and after coming and going, Wang Lizhuang people feel that this outsider is really good.

Wang Tianwang, the patriarch of Zhuangzi, solicited the opinions of more than 20 households, set aside a piece of land from the east end of Zhuangzi, and asked Zhao Qianjun to build a house.

Zhao Qianjun, who came to rest temporarily in the mountains, settled down in Wang Lizhuang, and married a daughter surnamed Li as his wife, and this has been going on for more than 20 years. Zhao Qianjun relied on his hunting skills, and his life was quite rich. has a daughter, and married Wang Fugui, a son of the Wang family, as a daughter-in-law the year before last. Now there are only Orion Zhao Qianjun and mother-in-law Zhao Li at home.

Opening the wooden door, Zhao Qianjun saw the black bear on the ground, looked up at the smiling Yuan Xi, and patted Yuan Xi's shoulder with a big hand full of calluses,

"Good boy, you can do it!"

Zhao Qianjun knew that this big black bear must have been hunted by Yuan Xi, because a few years ago, Yuan Xi had saved his life in the deep mountains and old forests.

At that time, Yuan Xi was just twelve years old.

Yuan Xi scratched his head,

"Uncle Zhao, I'm bothering you again!"

Zhao Qianjun squatted down, patted the huge prey with his thick hand, and then grabbed the trapped forelimbs of the black bear with one hand, and beckoned,

"How many times have you been here, you kid, and you still say such a foreign thing. Come, take a hand, and carry this big guy to the backyard with Uncle. ”

"Hmm" Yuan Xi responded, and the two of them carried the big black bear to the backyard one after the other.

The backyard is where Uncle Zhao slaughters his prey.

Four years ago, also in early summer, Zhao Qianjun went hunting in the mountains with a big bow and a hunting fork in his hand.

Tianyu Mountain is full of mountains, many forests, and a lot of prey. Of course, poisonous insects and beasts are also common. Nearly 20 years of hunting career has allowed Zhao Qianjun to go farther and deeper in this mountain forest. There is no shortage of prey, but the mountains are always so mysterious.

Entering the mountains and forests alone is like throwing stones into a big lake, only a few ripples.

Zhao Qianjun walked farther this time, separated from Wang Lizhuang by four or five relatively large mountains, and from a distance, the mountains were still endless. He is a bit adventurous, always thinking about walking more, seeing more, and after walking, he has a sense of conquest. And the prey, it's just that he does it in passing. Put a few arrows and you can go down the mountain with a few pheasants and hares. Those roe deer, wild boar, roe deer and the like are not difficult to fight.

And wolves are mostly active in the deeper mountains and forests, and Zhao Qianjun often hears howling, but he didn't think of the idea of fighting this group of animals that like to live in groups.

As the old saying goes, it's better to fight tigers than wolves.

Zhao Qianjun has hunted black bears and fought tigers. The bear fell into the mechanism he had designed, and was killed by a few arrows from him. When he carried the bear down the mountain, the people of Wang Lizhuang all gave him a thumbs up. It's a pity that there are a few holes in the bearskin.

As for the tiger, it can be regarded as his enemy "man".

It was a few years after settling in the village, and he was approaching the prime of life, and he wanted to add some extraordinary experiences to his hunting career.

Usually he doesn't see tigers on the mountains where he hunts, but after going deep into the mountains and forests several times, he found the tigers.

But despite his best efforts, the tiger was not like the stupid bear who did not fall into the trap. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he did it head-on.

He ambushed the tiger-infested area, climbed a man-and-a-half-man tall tree, and stared with bated breath from the foliage.

The mountains were the battlefield of the king of the jungle, and Zhao Qianjun's arrow was aimed very accurately, and it went straight to the forehead. However, the beast's intuition was too sharp, and when the arrow broke through the air, the colorful tiger forty feet away moved, only injuring its left ear.

The Tiger was enraged.

The distance of dozens of zhang is very close for this beast.

Zhao Qianjun, who had finished shooting the arrow, was dripping with sweat on his forehead, and when he saw the animal in the distance dodging the fatal arrow, he knew that danger was coming to him.

He didn't hesitate and jumped off the one-and-a-half-height branch. The big bow in his hand was already on his back, and he picked up the hunting fork under the tree and ran down the mountain.

He has practiced martial arts, and his steps are not flustered, and he is no stranger to the terrain in the mountains. Jump left and right on the way down, running to see how many tigers catch up.

Even if he has practiced the style for a few years, his foot strength is good, but the Tiger has its natural advantages. After running less than 200 zhang, the tiger was already approaching in front of him.

Zhao Qianjun made a sharp turn, and threw the hunting fork in his hand towards the roaring tiger with his right arm. At the same time, he took off the big bow with his left hand, and quickly pulled out a bamboo arrow from the quiver at his waist with his free right hand, put it on the bow, and aimed ahead.

When the tiger saw that its prey was in front of him, he wanted to pounce forward and push it to the ground. The hunting fork flew in, deflecting the direction of the tiger that wanted to pounce on Zhao Qianjun. The steel fork slashed under the tiger's belly, injuring only its right hind leg.

A tiger roar resounded through the dense forest, and the tiger after landing did not hesitate, turned around and fled into the forest. At this time, Zhao Qianjun just completed the action of bending the bow and arrows. He aimed at the fleeing tiger, but did not release the arrow. Until the beast disappeared into the forest.

Zhao Qianjun breathed a long sigh of relief, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, put the arrow into the barrel, carried the bow on his back, and turned around to pick up the hunting fork. The mountain wind blew, and the sweaty back was cold and swishing.

"Why didn't you shoot that arrow at the end?"

Zhao Qianjun, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was stunned again, how could there be anyone?

The already soaked body broke out in a cold sweat. As he was bending down to pick up the hunting fork, he quickly turned around, grasped the hunting fork with both hands, and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A man in a green shirt with a small child. The child looked like he was four or five years old. I'm nibbling on a chicken leg. Zhao Qianjun had seen the outfit of the man in the green shirt, and when he went to learn art, he was fortunate to meet the disciples of the Qingyun Sect in Bazhou.

That was when he was studying art at the Yunde Martial Arts Pavilion.

At the beginning, the corners of his mouth had just grown some fluff at the beginning of his family, and it was because of his long body that he could not make ends meet. Hungry, he almost went to steal, but he only dared to hide in the corner and look secretly, not dare to reach out. Eventually, he picked up a broken bowl and squatted on the street, burying his head in silence.

"It's not going to be eaten. ”

When the two steamed buns were handed to him, he felt so unreal. He raised his head timidly and glanced at the middle-aged man who handed over the steamed buns.

The middle-aged man first bent over, and then simply squatted down.

"Let's eat!"

Zhao Qianjun, who was so hungry that he almost ran out of strength, did not hesitate, grabbed the steamed bun, glanced at the man who was squatting down, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!" The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Qianjun, who was trying to stuff steamed buns into his mouth. Then he asked a question,

"Will you come with me, at least you'll be fed!"

Zhao Qianjun, whose mouth was stuffed with steamed buns, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded hurriedly. What does he do?

In this way, Zhao Qianjun became a miscellaneous disciple of the Yunde Martial Arts Pavilion.

can eat and dress warmly, the master also teaches some martial arts, Zhao Qianjun has been grateful to himself for this teacher all his life. The bear skin of the big black bear he hunted was honored to the master.

Looking at the man in the green shirt, he must be a disciple of a high-ranking family, but what happened when he appeared in this deep mountain and old forest with this child gnawing on chicken legs?

Knowing that the man must be extraordinary, with a child can still watch himself fight the tiger. Moreover, the man's expression did not look malicious. The hunting fork in his hand gradually loosened, Zhao Qianjun stuck the hunting fork on the ground, and then sat on the thick fallen leaves, and said,

"I'm not sure, if that arrow shoots, my confidence will be gone. ”

The man in the green shirt smiled,

"You're cautious, but it's a wise choice. ”

In this way, Zhao Qianjun met Yuan Xi's master, a young man who claimed to be a mountain monk. As for why he called himself a mountain monk, it was actually Yuan Xi's master who said it casually. Because at that time, he took Xiao Yuanxi and planned to live in seclusion in this big mountain.

Yuan Xi and the reclusive life of the master, Zhao Qianjun has made a lot of efforts.

Later, when Yuan Xi grew up, he often hunted and sent it to Zhao Qianjun's house in exchange for daily necessities. And the mountain dweller, he is rich. At the beginning, Zhao Qianjun did not help the master and apprentice in vain, although he tried his best to shirk it. The mountain monk made it clear that there is no help for no reason, and besides, I don't have no money to give you.

Yuan Xi and Uncle Zhao slaughtered the big black bear in the backyard together.

The bear skin was completely peeled off by Zhao Qianjun, looking at this complete bear skin, Zhao Qianjun sighed, the hero is a teenager.

"Yuan Xi, what's the matter? Do you want Uncle I to help you take it to the town to exchange money, or do you want to keep it to honor your master?"

"Uncle Zhao, you want to help me dry this skin, I'm going down the mountain in a few days. Master said that there was nothing more to teach me, let me go on my own. I'll carry this skin on my back first, and it can be used as a rest mat on the road. ”

Hanging the bear skin on the pole next to him, Zhao Qianjun was stunned.

"You're going down the mountain? Also, you were much better than Uncle four years ago!"

In the past, the necessities of life required by the mountain dwellers were all sent to the mountain by Zhao Qianjun, so naturally they would not be given in vain. After coming and going, Wang Lizhuang also knew that there was such a hermit with a child in the Tianyu Mountain behind Zhuangzi.

The mountain monk does not always come out in the mountains, and most of the time he will take Yuan Xi to the four major cities of Bazhou to go around several times a year.

Tianyu Mountain belongs to the boundary of Pingnan City in the south of Bazhou, while the eastern part of Bazhou is under the jurisdiction of Yunshang City and borders Jingzhou in the east. Ziyang City, the capital of Bazhou, has jurisdiction over the northeastern region and borders Yuzhou in the north. However, the official road from Bazhou to Yuzhou is borrowed from Jingzhou through the eastern Yunshang City. Because there are many mountain roads at the junction of Bayu and Henan, it is not suitable to repair official roads. Liangzhou, a neighbor in the western part of Bazhou, needs to enter the near Liangcheng in the western part of Bazhou, and then cross the central part of Bazhou to reach the eastern Yunshang City, and then enter Jingzhou to go to the capital.

Although Liangzhou is close to Yongzhou in the north, borrowing the road from Yongzhou is a way to climb high and detour far, which is far less convenient than Chuanba and Jingerzhou.

Yuan Xi's master, the mountain monk, seems to be not short of money. Yuan Xi didn't know where the master's money came from, and the master wouldn't give it to him anyway. Yes, his master made it very clear that this was his own money and had nothing to do with Yuan Xi.

However, before Yuan Xi was ten years old, he would still provide Yuan Xi with clothes and food and other necessities. However, the clothes of the mountain monks have always been custom-made by the tailors of the cloth village in the city, and the clothes of Xiao Yuanxi are all sewn by the aunt of Wang Li Zhuang.

The mountain monks did not restrict Yuan Xi's freedom, and when he had time, Yuan Xi would follow Zhao Qianjun to Zhuangzi for a walk. When Yuan Xi was ten years old, the master told him that now he can hunt like Uncle Zhao, so he has to support himself, but the master has taught him for so long and raised him for so long, and he has to serve the master for a few years.

Yuan Xi has been smart since he was a child, because he left early with his master when he was young, and he has almost forgotten his childhood memories, and he has almost forgotten how to follow his master. Although he also wanted to know who his mother and father were, the master said that he would see him in the future, and besides, he only had the master by his side to rely on, so he followed the master wholeheartedly.

When he walked with his master, he was holding a small gadget in his hand, which was a small wooden man, and he was reluctant to throw it. Master doesn't care about him, he does as he pleases.

The carved wooden figures are very crudely made, and the clothes are a little strange.

Master had told him that it was Master's decision to take him away from home, and as for whether he hated Master or not, Master didn't care. And he, on the way to Tianyu Mountain, did not suffer much. In order to appease a three-year-old child, the mountain monk who has never been married has also exhausted all means, and delicious food and fun are served together.

When he was a child, he did not plant the seeds of hatred in his heart.

On the mountain, the master not only taught him martial arts, but also taught him to read and hyphenate and tell him the classics of the former sages. What Yuan Xi admired the most was that when the master taught him everything, it was all dictated.

After the age of ten, Yuan Xi began the road of supporting himself. Fortunately, there are many birds and beasts in the mountains, and with Yuan Xi's skills, it is not a problem to hunt some prey. And Yuan Xi's prey was handed over to Uncle Zhao. At Yuan Xi's insistence, thirty percent of the prey's income was directly given to Uncle Zhao, and the remaining seventy percent of Yuan Xi was handed over to the master in addition to his own clothes and the rations of the master and apprentice.

When Yuan Xi was twelve years old, that is, four years ago, he bullied birds and beasts in the mountains. Yes, with his skill, he is bullying birds and beasts. When he heard the roar of a tiger, he ran away. On weekdays, tigers are rare, and they mostly haunt the deeper mountains that the master does not let him go.

Yuan Xi is running in the mountains, and it is rare that there are traces of tigers in the mountains and forests where he often plays, but he can't let it run. The mountain that Yuan Xi often plays on was introduced by Uncle Zhao to the mountain dwellers. After running for a while, Yuan Xi realized that he seemed to have run out of the mountain where the master allowed him to play. The sound of the tiger biting seemed to be not far away, and Yuan Xi's heart was itching. In the end, it is the heart of a teenager, hesitated for a moment, and Yuan Xi continued to run forward. Yuan Xi didn't know that far away, his master looked at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

On the other side of the mountain, Zhao Qianjun regretted it a little, and was cautious for several years, but he didn't expect this animal to still think about himself. Holding a hunting fork in the tree, he stared at the roaring tigers under the trees, and there were more than one. In addition to the one with the old wound on the ear, there was actually one.

The situation just now was almost a death escape for Zhao Qianjun.

When he saw the tiger he couldn't forget, the tiger saw him, and he didn't hesitate to bend his bow and arrows. It seems that the previous injury made this tiger have a long memory, it looked at Zhao Qianjun from a distance, did not get close, and used the forest and grass to dodge.

When a hunter is spotted by his prey, perhaps he becomes a prey.

Zhao Qianjun didn't dare to act rashly. The hunting fork was stuck at his feet, and the arrows were still aimed ahead. Sweat dripped on the ground, and when the mountain wind blew, the pores shrank and the hairs stood on end.

He glanced around, if he ran, how could he be faster, if he couldn't run, there was a big tree two feet away from him. But as a last resort, try not to get stuck in a tree.

The evil tiger in front of him roared violently, shaking the mountains and forests, the birds were startled, and the beasts fled. Zhao Qianjun's heart was shocked, and the arrow in his hand shot out at that moment and missed. Then his hair was startled, his back was cold, and he didn't have time to draw the arrow again, so he threw off the big bow in his hand, picked up the hunting fork in his right hand, and quickly got up after rolling to the side, avoiding the fierce beast that pounced on him. It turned out to be a vicious tiger, a cunning beast.

didn't have time to think about it, Zhao Qianjun took three steps and two steps, and carried the steel fork to the big tree he was optimistic about. And the other one also pounced, the second tiger was holding the trunk under the tree to climb up, and Zhao Qianjun used the hunting fork to fork down.

Just as Zhao Qianjun was slowly despairing, Yuan Xi happened to run over.

Yuan Xi saw Zhao Qianjun in distress. When the master taught him to practice martial arts, he told him not to think that if you practice martial arts, others will be the same as you, and they will definitely be extraordinary. Just like most of the villagers in Wang Lizhuang can only farm, while Zhao Qianjun can hunt, everyone has their own good things. You feel accustomed to it, and the possibilities are life-threatening for others. Remember, don't be tempted to treat others as you would like to be treated.

Although Yuan Xi's skills are good, he has never fought with the tiger before, and the most he used to do was to bully the big black bear. Yuan Xi didn't hesitate, first shouted to attract the attention of the tiger, and then ran towards the side under the tree.

Zhao Qianjun also saw Yuan Xi, although he knew that Yuan Xi followed the mountain monks to practice martial arts, but after all, he was only such an old child. Zhao Qianjun hurriedly shouted,

"Xiao Yuanxi, don't come here, run, go and call your master!"

shouted at Yuan Xi, Zhao Qianjun, who didn't have time to think about it, kicked the trunk of the tree, jumped down the tree with a hunting fork, and yelled at the tiger with copper bell-like eyes,

"Beast, come at me!"

The tiger with a missing piece of meat in his ears seemed to be intimidated by Zhao Qianjun's momentum, and the other one had already rushed towards Yuan Xi, who was already rushing over.

There was no time to rush to help Yuan Xi, Zhao Qianjun was anxious. I only heard the shouts of Yuan Xi in my ears,

"Uncle Zhao, you have to be careful, I'll come over right away!"

Yuan Xi had already met the tiger that pounced, and he slid sideways and dodged to dodge the tiger pounce. With both hands, he grabbed the tail of the tiger who had just landed and was about to turn around, and pulled hard, and the tiger's huge body couldn't help but retreat. Yuan Xi did not hesitate, and slapped the tiger's back with his right palm. Hearing only a "click", the tiger's backbone shattered, and it had lost its threat.

Yuan Xi did not hesitate, turned around and ran towards Zhao Qianjun.

At the moment when Yuan Xi was entangled with the tiger, Zhao Qianjun was concerned about Yuan Xi, and with a distraction, the evil tiger came up. It was too late for him to stab forward with the hunting fork in his hand, so he had to change to a horizontal blocking posture and hold the hunting fork to hold the oncoming tiger. The evil tiger put his claws on the hunting fork, and opened his bloody mouth to bite Zhao Qianjun's head and neck.

Zhao Qianjun was invincible to the tiger, tilted his head backwards to avoid the tiger's bite, his arms were difficult to support, and he was tripped and fell to the ground after taking two steps back, and the weight of the tiger's entire body pressed on his body. Zhao Qianjun couldn't see it, he didn't know what the situation was like behind him, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a little sound,

"Yuan, Yuanxi, hurry up, run!"

At this time, I saw a hand on the tiger's head, Zhao Qianjun clearly heard the sound of the tiger's skull shattering, and then the tiger's head, which was still roaring at him just now, stopped moving and drooped down. He pushed hard with his hands and feet, pushing the dead tiger to the side, and without getting up, he lay there, panting.

Yuan Xi, who was squatting on the side, asked anxiously,

"Uncle Zhao, are you okay?"

Zhao Qianjun waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and then leaned back, half-leaning on the tiger, stretching his legs flat, tilting his head to look at Yuan Xi.

"Good boy!"

After speaking, Zhao Qianjun stopped speaking, looked up at the sky, and the clouds were fluttering.

When he was twelve years old, Zhao Qianjun was hungry, but fortunately he met a good master, and Yuan Xi also had a good master.

"Uncle Zhao, why did you come to this mountain? Didn't you tell the master that this mountain is dangerous inside?" Yuan Xi didn't expect that he came looking for a tiger, but he met Uncle Zhao who was in distress.

Zhao Qianjun smiled,

"Yuan Xi, Uncle doesn't have the same skills as you, but Uncle is a hunter, so he also wants to fight a little big guy. ”

Touching the tiger's ears with his hand, Zhao Qianjun felt that he had nothing to regret, although the tiger was hunted by Yuan Xi.

Although Zhao Qianjun pushed hard, this wounded tiger still became his harvest, but when he went down the mountain, he told the person who was shocked by the jaw drop on Zhuangzi that he had set a trap and the mountain monk on the mountain helped to hunt a tiger.

And his tiger skin has been kept in his cupboard, and he has not even given it away to his most respected master. Because he thought that he would have the opportunity to return the tiger skin to Yuan Xi in the future. As for tiger meat and the like, it gave the people in Zhuangzi one more carnival.

The name of Zhao Orion, in Shili Bazhuang, is also well-known.

Hearing that Yuan Xi was going down the mountain and wandering the rivers and lakes, Zhao Qianjun knew that there would not be many opportunities to see this child who he watched grow up in the future. All kinds of tastes in my heart poured out.

"Yuan Xi, you're sixteen this year, right?"

Yuan Xi didn't notice Uncle Zhao's mood changes, and said with a smile,

"Well, Master said I grew up!"

Yuan Xi's birthday is on the day of Shangyuan Festival, so his name is Yuan Xi.