In the seventeenth year of Yuanwu, in the spring, outside Ruanjia Village.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the dozen or so wild boars that rushed towards him, and hurriedly activated his aura to protect his body.

Feeling that the ground under his feet was trembling, Yang Xiaoyang scolded with a bitter face: "Your mother's ......"

But in the blink of an eye, a wild boar rushed in front of Yang Xiaoyang, he held his breath, and his hands reached out like lightning and grabbed the wild boar's fangs.

Yang Xiaoyang slipped a few steps after being knocked to the ground, ignoring the fishy smell from its mouth, and threw it out with a top waist.

Yang Xiaoyang thought that he was extremely chic, so he wanted to see if the cripple had seen this scene.

He turned his head, and saw that the cripple was constantly slashing at the head of the boar against him with his pitted horizontal knife, but each time it could only scratch the skin.

At the last moment when Yang Xiaoyang was submerged by the pig's trotters, he saw the lame man change the knife to his thin right hand and raise it high, revealing a black wooden arm.

It turns out that his right arm is a machine hand......

As soon as Yang Xiaoyang finished sighing, he was arched to the ground.

"Oops, hey......"

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Anyan twenty-five years, autumn, Wanzhou City.

Su Fu, the king of Shu, rode into the city first wearing silver armor, and even if the sun is not visible today, it is still shining.

Zizhu sat cross-legged on horseback in a Taoist robe, and followed closely behind the King of Shu with the strategist Cao Tu.

Su Fu glanced at the Chu army prisoners of war who were being escorted by the Shu army, many of them were injured, and one of them even had a broken arm and half of his calf and still had the strength to cry.

He instructed Cao Tu: "After the prisoners of war are settled, let the wounded be brought to the army for medical treatment, and then all those who have been brought to serve in the military should be placed separately, and then let them go when the war is over." As for the dead soldiers, they chose a place with good feng shui and buried them. ”

"Your Highness, we don't have much medicine for the wounds this time, and our soldiers may not be enough, so it's really a waste to use it on prisoners of war. It is better to send them to the medical center in the city, and let the people of Chu land treat themselves. Cao Tu arched his hand at Su Fu's back.

Su Fu is upright and in his prime, his body is not strong, but he is extremely imposing.

He listened to Cao Tu's words, and his voice was a little lower than before, "What do you call them Chudi? When the war is over, they are all my Mingwu's people, how can it be called a waste to save my Mingwu's people? As for the wound medicine, send someone to the city Chinese medicine hall to buy it, and it is not allowed to pay a penny less, and those who violate the order will be beheaded." ”

Cao Tu was stunned, and hurriedly responded, turned the horse's head and went to pass the order.

Su Fu asked again: "Zizhu Dao Chief, did the immortals say that they need to repair the city?"

The corners of Cao Tu's mouth, who hadn't gone far, twitched, and now he can't use me to ask questions?

Zizhu's originally closed eyes opened, revealing Limang, but they dispersed in the blink of an eye, "Uncle Shi said that there is no need, the remnants of the Chu army will be scattered in the mountains and forests, and they will not come to rob the city again." ”

Su Fu nodded, listening to the wails of the wounded in the city, listening to the howling of the strong wind, and the hand holding the horse rope trembled slightly.

"I want to fight for a hundred years of peace in Shuzhong. He said to himself in his heart.

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Ruanjia Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, although it is remote, it is a quiet and peaceful place.

It's just that now the mountains on the edge of the village are full of birds and birds, and it is very lively.

"Oh, why are you spitting saliva on my face?"

"Oh, you pig still eats worms, half a worm leaked out of your mouth!"

"Oh, where did you pig, go just now? Why do these hooves stink so much?

......

The lame man who finally solved a wild boar with his machine hand on the side watched silently for a while, and felt that this young man who was topped and arched by a dozen wild boars was really interesting.

And it's pretty hard......

He glanced at the rune paper on his back, sighed, and rushed forward with a somewhat dull horizontal knife.

Although Yang Xiaoyang has a lot of strength after running the aura, he has nowhere to borrow his strength when he is pushed back and forth, and it is difficult to let go of his divine sense to aim at the handling technique.

At this point, he regretted that he didn't stand far......

As he was thinking this, he heard the angry shouts of the lame man coming from the side. Through the gap between the pig's trotters, he saw the lame man holding the knife in his hand and slashing at a wild boar, leaving a deep scar that could be seen to the bone.

Those wild boars may have smelled blood, stimulated, and became more and more fierce when they lifted people, and the snort in their mouths became louder and louder.

Yang Xiaoyang hopes that the cripple can fish himself out, so that he can gain a firm foothold and maybe be able to fight.

It's just that the cripple died down after that angry shout, and Yang Xiaoyang anxiously hoped to find his figure through the gap, but saw him in the place where he didn't want to see him.

"Why are you also overturned?" Yang Xiaoyang asked with some despair.

The corners of the cripple's mouth twitched, and he didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "Aren't you a cultivator?

"I ......" Yang Xiaoyang was speechless, and said angrily, "The talisman given to you is so easy to use, you can't even beat it!"

Neither of them was injured at this time, and the lame man was silent for a while, and asked helplessly, "What now?"

"It's not that you're going to kill these wild boars!

The lame man turned his head sideways to avoid a hoof that stepped on his face, and asked loudly, "You won't know any other immortal methods?"

Yang Xiaoyang's face darkened and he didn't respond.

He looked at the wild boars with angry faces and attacked them hard, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "I have a good idea!"

"What's the solution?"

"We'll wait until they're tired before we kill them!"

The cripple didn't avoid the hooves that stepped on his face this time, and turned his head to look at Yang Xiaoyang in amazement.

He suddenly felt that he had always wanted to be a deserter and that he was not so ashamed......

He had never seen such a person in his life!

......

The sun was gradually turning west, and after the lame man had been crawling around in the pig pile for an afternoon, he finally saw the suspicious expression on the face of the pig in the lead.

Then he saw the boar snort and lie down on its side, still panting for breath in its mouth.

What followed was the sound of falling to the ground, and the pigs finally got tired and lay down......

Yang Xiaoyang dusted the dirt off his clothes, and when he saw that his clothes were not torn, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of his vision.

He smiled contemptuously at the fallen pigs, and turned his head to see that the bow and arrow he was carrying had fallen to the side, and the bamboo basket containing the herbs had been flattened, and none of the herbs in it were intact......

"Huh?" Yang Xiaoyang ran to the side of the sparse medicinal herbs and knelt down, picked up one and put it in the palm of his hand, the expression on his face seemed to be holding his dead son, "It's over, I'm going to find it again." ”

The lame man looked at him expressionlessly, he had not been sad to see him all afternoon by the pig, and now that the herbs were gone, he was about to cry.

The corners of his mouth twitched, realizing that this person might be really lazy......

Yang Xiaoyang's sadness turned to anger, walked to the side of the largest wild boar and kicked it, directly lifting the two-hundred-pound wild boar out.

He didn't seem to find it enjoyable, so he stepped on it several times, and muttered: "Tell you to step on my medicine, tell you not to take a bath, tell you to spew spit, tell you to step on other people's feces!"

The wild boar died when it was trampled on, and the lame man saw that his eyes were rolled up, perhaps because he was dead......

The cripple watched Yang Xiaoyang step on them one by one, and more than a dozen wild boars with rough skin and thick flesh and the size of a small mountain died.

He thought that Yang Xiaoyang would be angry like this, but he glanced at the horizontal knife in his hand, looked at the bow and arrow on the ground, and slapped himself hard.

"I still use my feet to step on weapons, am I stupid! I'm tired. ”

The cripple's fist clenched violently and then released.

If cultivating immortals will cultivate this virtue, then it is okay if this immortal does not cultivate.

"What about these wild boars?"

"Take it back and eat it!" Yang Xiaoyang said fiercely.

"How do you bring it?"

"Tie them up and drag them back!"

The cripple looked left and right, "Can you drag it?"

Seeing that Yang Xiaoyang was silent, he continued to ask, "Why don't you bring some back first, I'll guard here." ”

"Forget it, take as much as you want, don't do the rest. ”

The cripple took a deep breath, "What about the herbs?"

He decided to move it himself at night, so many pigs could be eaten for a long time even by the whole village.

Yang Xiaoyang picked up the bamboo basket that had been stepped on, stretched it open slightly, and found that it was barely usable, and said happily: "This bamboo basket is really good!

Then he remembered something again, and his face was bitter, "It's just that I'm going to find herbs again." ”

The cripple was no longer able to say, "The sun is about to set, hurry up and look for it, otherwise it will be more troublesome when it gets dark." ”

Yang Xiaoyang tied the three largest wild boars with a rope, and after thinking about it, he replaced them with four smaller ones.

"Why don't you stay here first? It won't be long before you look for herbs. ”

"I'm not happy to fold it back again, and when the time comes, I'll go straight back after looking for herbs. ”

"Then why not big one?"

"Although there is less meat, but there is one more, how many more offal?"

The lame man was silent for a while, did not speak again, and walked away.

"Eh, lame uncle, won't you move one?"

"I'll push the cart over at night. ”

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It was late at night when the two returned to the village, and after putting the wild boar away, they went to hand over the herbs to Kanto, who was taking care of Dr. Ding, and then the two returned to the house exhausted.

The lame man is physically exhausted, and Yang Xiaoyang is mental.

Ju Yeyan and Xiao Di had already slept, Yang Xiaoyang took a bath and changed his clothes, he wanted to ask Uncle Cripple some questions, but seeing that he had already pushed the car out of the door, he thought about it or forget it.

As for his safety, Yang Xiaoyang is not worried, after all, he can't run into a group of wild boars coming down the mountain to feed.

Quietly walked inside, and saw Ju Yeqi and Xiao Di leaning on their heads, sleeping soundly, and smiling slightly.

Seeing that Li Congwen's face was as pale as Ju Yeqi, and his breathing was weak, he sighed slightly.

Nothing to say all night......