"His grandmother's, it seems that he can't wait for the fat sheep today!"

A slender man with a roe deer head lay in the grass behind the rope bridge, cursed and threw away the sweaty black iron bow, wiped his slippery palm on the grass, and looked across the rope bridge.

The sun is setting in the west, and the grass and smoke are faint. The 30-zhang long rope bridge swayed gently in the twilight wind, and the knotted rope of the hemp vine shone with a little sunset, like a layer of bright gold powder.

Beneath the suspended rope bridge is a deep cracked ravine, gray-green rocks interlaced with canine teeth, and swords and halberds are inserted upside down. As soon as someone on the other side walks on the rope bridge, the thin man's companion will swing a large axe and cut the rope bridge, and he will also shoot sharp arrows in cooperation. Whoever comes will fall into a deep ravine and fall to pieces, and then they can slip down with the help of a rope ladder and loot the other person's belongings.

"Snorr—" his companion made a loud sound sleep, and his hairy hands and feet were spread out on his back, lying on his back in knee-high grass, and a large rusty axe resting on his bulging belly, which was lying with the sound of snoring, and a large snot bubble was blowing from time to time through the garlic nostrils.

"Fat Tiger, don't sleep with your grandmother, it's time to wake up!" the thin man kicked his companion hard, obviously in the waist, but it was like hitting a stone, and it hurt him to grin.

"My chicken legs!" the fat tiger sat up abruptly, and the big axe fell to the ground with a "thud". He swallowed his saliva and looked around, "Where's my chicken leg? I'm eating a chicken leg that's so big and fat!"

The thin man said angrily: "Where are the chicken legs, there is not a single hair!

The fat tiger picked up the big axe and said hurriedly: "You must have stolen my chicken legs, otherwise how would you know that there is no hair on the chicken legs?

The thin man looked at the axe body that was wider than his body, trembled in his heart, and said stupidly: "It's raining heavily in the past few days, and I can't find a fat sheep, where can I get the copper to buy you chicken legs? If it weren't for the fact that his old partner was hacked the day before yesterday, and the fat tiger man was stupid, he wouldn't have chosen this fool to join the gang.

"Talking counts!" Fat Tiger blinked his eyes and gestured with an iron axe, "My chicken leg is much bigger than this axe." You're going to have to lose so much, not less!"

The skinny man was stunned, so angry that he just wanted to his grandmother.

In the distance, a thin shadow was reflected on the grassy slope opposite the rope bridge, stretched obliquely by the setting sun.

"Fat sheep!" the two looked at each other and said in unison. The thin man hurriedly lay down and grabbed his bow and arrow excitedly. Thankfully, the business is finally about to open.

The figure walked towards the rope bridge step by step, it was a human teenager in his teens, his eyebrows were picturesque, he was surprisingly handsome, his ragged clothes were covered with blood, and he was shaking with a large basket on his back.

The thin man stared at the young man carefully for a few moments, and lowered his voice: "This kid is not like some hard stubble, he should have fled here, and he can let go of the slaughter." ”

"Seems to be a poor ghost, why are your clothes more torn than mine?" the fat tiger grunted as he let go of the big axe in frustration.

"What poor ghost? Look again, this kid's skin is more watery than the ladies of Baihuayuan, and he must have been a pampered young master in the past. The thin man glanced at the fat tiger with disdain, what does a fool who only knows chicken legs know? The kid on the other side looked embarrassed, most likely because he encountered a fierce beast on the way to escape, and even the guards died.

This is the fattest two-legged sheep in oil and water! The thin man smiled grimly, gestured to the fat tiger, took his bow and pulled arrows, and aimed at the other party.

The boy walked to the rope bridge, looked around for a moment, bent down and tugged at the rope, and suddenly his body was crooked, and he fell softly, and passed out.

The thin man was dumbfounded. He didn't have to do anything, the fat sheep fell by himself? He had been robbing for several years, and it was the first time he had encountered such a good thing. He wanted to make up for a few arrows, but the boy happened to be blocked by the tether of the rope bridge.

"His grandmother's, fat tiger, go, come with me to see this fat sheep. The thin man watched from a distance for a while, and finally could not contain his greed, and ran out of the grass with his bow and quickly ran onto the rope bridge. The fat tiger followed behind with a big plate axe, and kept nagging: "Don't forget the big chicken legs, the chicken legs are bigger than my axe......"

"His grandmother's, fat tiger, don't jump, this rope bridge can't withstand your tossing!" The fat tiger's body sank vigorously, and the rope bridge suddenly shook violently, and the thin man's face turned pale in shock.

"I didn't jump! Look, this is jumping!" the fat tiger shouted aggrievedly, jumping a few times hard, and shaking with three hundred pounds of flesh all over his body. "Click!" The wooden plank under his feet suddenly shattered, and the fat tiger fell down, his big furry hands grabbed the rope urgently, and his tall fat body hung in the air, swaying back and forth.

"Help!" the fat tiger yelled in frustration, and the rope bridge shook violently. "Ahh

"You—" The thin man screamed, tumbling and falling into the ravine. "Bang!" the blood splattered, and he hung on a sharpened stalagmite at the bottom of the ravine, stabbed through the lower abdomen.

"His grandmother's ......" The thin man glared at the fat tiger in mid-air with grief and indignation, swallowing his last breath, his eyes wide in anger.

Zhi Hunt Zhen immediately got up and looked down at the fat bandit who was swaying back and forth with the half-rope bridge, and was stunned for a while. With his extraordinary hearing and eyesight, he discovered that these two people had bad intentions, so he deliberately fainted and induced the other party to attack and kill them at close range. It's just that I never expected that the other party would ......

"Help, who will save me Fat Tiger! I'm still young, I don't want to die so early!" Fat Tiger grabbed the hemp rope tightly with one hand, and the other hand still grasped the big axe, making a high-pitched cry like killing a pig. He suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhi Hunting, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and the red acne on his face seemed to glow: "Little fat sheep, good fat sheep, come and save me!"

The little sheep Zhijia was really stunned, and shouted in a deep voice: "Are you a grass rat?" The so-called grass rat refers to those bandits and thieves who wander in the middle of the wilderness. They don't have any advanced martial arts or techniques, they can only do a few three-legged cats, and rely on cheating, abduction, or robbing the weak and the weak to eat.

"Grass rat, I'm obviously a fat tiger!" the fat tiger blinked in confusion, "Little fat sheep, you recognize the wrong person, right? Could it be that I also have a brother who looks exactly like me?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen squatted down, hid the dagger in his sleeve, and pulled the bridge rope: "You want me to save you?"

Fat Tiger nodded again and again: "If you save me, I will promise not to rob you, and I will buy you chicken legs to eat! The entire sheep slaughtering group knows that I Fat Tiger is a man of his word and never deceives people!"

Zhijia's heart moved, and then to the north, it was the famous "sheep slaughtering set" in the middle of the wilderness. The terrain there is treacherous, extending in all directions, deserted villages and wild towns are all over the place, three religions and nine streams are rampant, and the charms and fish and dragons are mixed. Not only are there countless black and white wanted criminals lurking, but even the Heavenly Desolate Feather Clan, the Wu Clan, and the Cloud Desolate Human Dynasty are secretly setting up strongholds in the Slaughtering Sheep Gathering to conduct all kinds of shady transactions. He is now just refining and refining qi, and the breeze has not healed again, and it is difficult to move. If there is an acquaintance to lead the way, I believe it will be much safer.

Zhi Hunt Zhen ran through his arms, and with a fierce force, he pulled the fat tiger up a few times by dragging the bridge cable.

"It freaks me out. Little Fat Sheep, thanks to you!" The fat tiger casually dropped the big axe and sat on the ground, like a heavy mountain of meat, shaking into dust.

"Your Excellency's name is Fat Tiger?" Zhi Jia Zhen quietly grabbed the dagger, even if such a grass rat turned his face, he could deal with it.

Fat Tiger glanced at Zhi Hunt Zhen strangely: "Little Fat Sheep, don't you have good ears? I have said it several times, I am called Fat Tiger." By the way, why did you suddenly faint and wake up suddenly? I understand, you were woken up by me!" He embarrassedly touched the pocket of his black short coat, "I haven't gotten any money for the past two days, and I owe you chicken legs to pay it back later, okay? Hehe, but I didn't say how big the chicken legs are." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen waved his hand and said politely: "This fat tiger uncle, chicken legs or anything don't matter." May I ask the sheep slaughter ......?"

Fat Tiger immediately interrupted: "No, chicken legs are very important!"

“...... Of course, chicken thighs are important. ”

"But I can't take it out now!"

"It doesn't matter. ”

"But you just said it's very important! Why are you fooling me?"

“...... Well, if you think the chicken thighs are important, it's okay. ”

"Don't you think the chicken legs are not important again? Little Fat Sheep Brother, when a man speaks, he can't turn things upside down, he wants a spit and a nail!"

Shin fell silent for a long time.

The fat tiger stared at Zhi Zhenzhen for a while, slapped his thigh, and suddenly realized: "I know! You are injured, and your brain is not good!"

Seeing the sympathetic look on Fat Tiger's face, Zhi Hunt Zhen took a deep breath. God knows, how could such a muddy person survive in the ghost domain like a sheep slaughterhouse?

"Huh, little fat sheep, you still carry an injured old man?" The fat tiger found the breeze in the rattan basket, and the latter raised his head and glanced at the fat tiger lightly, and his heart was suddenly shocked, it was actually a golden jade body that was one of the four major cultivation bodies?

The golden jade body and the golden muscle and jade bone body, the eight-sided exquisite body, and the pure and unstained body are listed as the four major cultivation bodies, such a person's qualifications are heavenly, whether it is practicing martial arts or cultivating arts, they can travel thousands of miles a day, far beyond ordinary people.

"This is my sixth uncle. Zhi Hunti coughed lightly, "We encountered wolves on the way, and it was not easy for us to escape. Uncle Fat Tiger, do you know how to go to the sheep slaughtering market? Can you lead the way?"

"I know, I'll live there. The fat tiger picked up the big axe, and Huo Ran stood up, two heads taller than Zhi Zhenzhen. "If you want to lead the way, you said earlier, what are you doing with chicken legs?"

The corners of Shin Chikari's mouth twitched. The fat tiger probed to look at the broken bridge, waved his hand, and shouted majestically: "Little fat sheep, boldly follow me!"

They walked half a circle around the grassy slope and came to a steep wall. The fat tiger bit the handle of the axe in his mouth, grabbed the stone wall with both hands, and crawled towards the deep ravine. The steep stone wall goes all the way down, and small nests of different depths are carned, just enough to stand on.

Zhi Hunt Zhen followed behind, while clasping his five fingers tightly on the stone nest, slowly climbing down, while keeping an eye on the fat tiger's movements, the dagger was always held in the palm of his hand, and he did not dare to slack off.

"Qi runs through the hands and feet, sucks inside and slips outside. Moving and bending, geckos swim against the wall......" Behind Zhi Hunt Zhen, there was a slight sound of the breeze lifting.

Zhi Hunt really comprehended, his limbs were subdued, and the sword of the three-killing machine surged to the palm and the heart. Sometimes the sword qi creates a suction force that sticks to the slippery rock covered with moss, and sometimes it becomes elastic, touching the wall lightly. The body glides like a gecko, moving sideways for a while, falling straight for a while, and deftly swimming along the stone wall.

The two went down to the bottom of the ravine, and the fat tiger walked to the side of the thin man's corpse, crying with a sad face: "My big chicken leg is gone." He took off the other party's clothes, pants and socks, and handed them to Zhi Hunt Zhen, "Little Fat Sheep, your dress is obviously foreign, and you will be bullied when you go to the sheep slaughterhouse, hurry up and change it." ”

Zhi Hunting really looked at it slightly, first put on his coat for Qingfeng, and changed his underwear, leggings and shoes. The clothes and trousers were spun from a kind of coarse linen, dyed with dark green plant juice, and the stitches were very rough. The shoes are boar-skin boots, most of them are worn, and the original color is not visible. Although the clothes and shoes are larger, they can be settled.

Then, the two climbed the rope ladder at the other end of the ravine and struggled to climb up.

After more than half an hour, Zhang Wuyi chased to the deep gully with a tree cane, panting. The grass was surging all around, empty, except for two softly hanging bridges, swaying in the wind in the dim twilight.