The forest is deserted, and the smoke and clouds are like silk.

Under the clouds of smoke and clouds, which are as light and clear as silk, the deep mountains of the ancient and lush, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the streams are deep.

Between the vibrant grass and trees, a figure in a green shirt swept by, dotted on the stream rocks, and then took off again, flying far ahead. The green shadow, so many ups and downs, when it took off again, suddenly raised his hand, and nothing flew out, only to see a burst of air disturbance, a line forward, disappearing into the dense forest in front of him. Where the line broke through the sky and disappeared, there was a short beastly hiss. Then, but smelling the birds singing and the insects chirping, everything was as usual.

The green shadow flew and landed where the beast's neighing was heard, and stood firmly, revealing the handsome face of a young man in a green shirt, dressed plainly. Behind the young man, a large iron sword with filthy wire mesh entwined like a spindle was particularly eye-catching.

The boy pushed through the grass and saw the carcass of an elk lying on the ground. There were no wounds, no blood, just a bruise the size of an egg on the skin on the top of the head. Strangely, the place where the bruise is usually swelling should be swollen, but the bruise of this elk is a depression. Apparently, the skin was not broken, and its skull had a hole.

This is Ren Pingsheng's new hunting trick realized from various methods of casting and hammering after following Master Yuan Dazhui to learn sword refining in the past three years. After that, everyone who went into the mountains to hunt used flying stones to kill birds and beasts. And the ingenuity of the power of throwing stones lies in the fact that the birds and beasts that were killed either broke their skulls or injured their internal organs, but the epidermis was intact.

A lot of beasts, with intact fur, will be worth more.

Although his father opened the Tianhe Kendo Gym, the family has never been short of money. Even when he went out this time and packed his luggage, his father stuffed him with thirteen silver coins and five or six hundred copper coins. For ordinary people, this is equivalent to the savings that can only be saved after ten or eight years of not eating or drinking.

But for more than ten years, I have been used to being poor, and I am used to making the best use of things.

Although the way of looking at qi has always been undesirable and of little help in one's own kendo cultivation, it is used for hunting and tracking, in the vast dense forest, in the vast sea of people, contemplating the qi, and seeing the subtle qi disturbance from the grand place, it can be like seeing the hiding place of the beast or person you are looking for, and even the form, posture, and spiritual breath are very clear.

That's why when he was running, he didn't see the shape of an elk, and he had already thrown a stone far away to kill, and the strength of his head was exactly the same.

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand and stroked the body of the elk that still had body temperature, and there were words in his mouth. After reading it, he broke a branch on the spot, flipped his wrist a few times, and drew a strong and clumsy golden seal rune on the ground. Once the runes are written, in the strokes, there is a faint vitality that slowly condenses and circulates, and then dissipates on the spot and melts into the landscape here.

This is also something that the second master has been telling mellow since he learned the runes. Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and man has the desire to eat and drink, but whoever takes the life of a living soul from heaven and earth needs to make a death talisman on the spot, so as to turn the vitality and luck of the prey into heaven and earth, and live endlessly.

After trying this matter many times, Ren Pingsheng was gradually able to draw a talisman that was enough to move his vitality with a pure and clear state of mind, and he gradually became addicted. On weekdays, when there is nothing to do, I draw talismans and practice swordsmanship.

After leaving his companions, in the direction of going down the mountain, Ren Pingsheng ran dozens of miles on the top of the meadow, but it was only half an hour. However, after entering the forest, he had been walking through the mountains for two days, and still did not reach the foot of the Mountain of No Return.

After finding the stream, he kept running along it. For hunters only, this is common sense. There is no road in the deep mountains, just go along the stream and go down the river, and you will be able to meet people.

In the past two days, along the way, I have also seen a lot of birds, beasts, poultry and livestock. It's just that a teenager who grew up in the mountains, when he goes out for the first time to go out to such a long distance, always wants to catch a few more feet and see the prosperous world and the vast world outside the mountains as soon as possible. So he never hunted, and only fed his hunger with dry food and wild fruits along the way.

At this time, the mountain gradually flattened, jumped to the top of the tree several times, and looked into the distance, and saw the distant mountains stretching and the clouds and mist advecting. And in the advection clouds and mist, there is a faint smell of fireworks in the world. So Ren Pingsheng decided to fight a small beast first, and when he arrived in a populated place, he had an explanation for his identity.

This is also the father's explanation before leaving, when you get to the bottom of the mountain, you must not reveal your kendo cultivation unless you have to, let alone say that you are from the secret realm of the mountain of no return.

Ren Pingsheng put the elk on his shoulder, jumped up, and continued to fly along the stream.

There are many waterfalls in the springs in the mountains, and the ravines converge to gradually merge into larger streams. In the distance, several low mountain ranges, in different directions, meander away, surrounding countless large and small, curved and intertwined canyons.

Not far ahead, there is already an open land, although in the dense forest, there are no people on the ground, but in the forest here, there are already many traces of human traffic.

Ren Pingsheng quickened his pace, and after a few vertical jumps, he came to a low hill at the bottom of the slope. On this hill, there are no big trees, and the slope of the top of the ridge is full of farmland full of various crops.

However, the weeds and crops in those fields are generally luxuriant, and it seems that there is no one to take care of them.

Ren Pingsheng was very surprised, and quickly ran out of the jungle, came to the hill, and looked at the bottom of the mountain. The desolate and tragic scene in front of him shocked him.

I saw that under this small hill, there was a large piece of flat land in a valley with a radius of several miles. This was supposed to be a thriving village, but the fields on the flat ground had long been covered with thick layers of fresh earth and rock. Traces of flooding and mud and rocks are still visible. Everywhere there are the remains of washed out houses, and even among the earth and rocks, more than a dozen people are scattered around, digging up the earth, cleaning out some human and animal carcasses with exposed limbs, and choosing a place for burial.

Ren Pingsheng looked around, there were only houses built on the mountain, and there were about twenty or thirty houses scattered in the higher places.

The nearest earthen dwelling stands alone on a hillside next to it

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