Yun Tian shook his cuffs vigorously, and said in a deep voice: "The people in the Demon Gate are cruel, and the hundreds of horse bandits have not even left a single bone. ”

He glanced at Changliu and Changxing, and advised: "If you encounter them in the future, you will kill them if you can, and if you can't be enemies, you must retreat immediately!"

With that, he rode his light and shot towards the depths of the bandits' station.

Immediately afterwards, the long stream and the long star also followed.

Tianchang Kingdom, a remote town, Houwu City.

The small town is named after the Houwu Mountain, there is only one street in the north and south of the city, paved with bluestone, full of green moss, the houses on both sides are low and simple, the walls are gray, revealing the traces of time.

The whole street is divided into two by the residents of the small town, divided into two areas, south and north, respectively called the front street, the back street, the front street residents are mostly the rich in the city, warriors, etc., and the back street residents are poor bottom people.

Seven days ago, the woodcutter in the back street quietly carried back a man covered in blood from the mountain in the back house, this man was shirtless, his flesh and blood were rolled, and he was about to die.

Originally, Wang Qiaofu was going to do a good deed, digging a soil pit for the man, weaving a straw mat to wrap the corpse, and burying it on the spot.

He went up the mountain to collect firewood all the year round, and saw many people who died in the mountains like this, and at the same time, he tried his best to help these people collect their bodies and bury them on the spot.

Soon, the woodcutter dug a soil pit on the spot, made a straw mat, and waited for the man to breathe.

He is 60 years old this year, has no children and no daughters, and many years of heavy physical work have left his body with many old diseases, and every time it rains, his limbs and joints are in unbearable pain, but he can only stay next to each other in bed.

When he was young, he had a favorite person, who was a young lady in the Fang family on Front Street, and a "Wei" in the boudoir list.

The woodcutter called out to her, "Wei'er." ”

Back then, the two were only more than ten years old, Fang Wei sneaked out of the door and happened to meet Wang Qiaofu.

After that, Fang Wei slipped out many times, fished and shrimp with him, and even entered Houya Mountain together.

It's a pity that when Fang Jiawei was thirteen years old, her family set a family affair for her, and after that, the Fang family never allowed her to sneak out again.

Wang Qiaofu waited for her outside her house every day for three months.

Until the morning of Fang Wei's wedding.

Later, Wang Qiaofu did not get married and lived alone.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiaofu sighed deeply, and the picture of being with Wei'er came to his mind.

Forty-seven years have passed, and he is still reluctant to forget!

"Huh, I haven't breathed yet!"

It was only then that Wang Qiaofu realized that he had been waiting for an hour.

Seeing that it was getting dark, he made a decision, and he carried the man back to his home at night.

However, he was just a wood-gatherer, a poor man, where there was money to buy medicine for men.

However, he knew some earthwork, and when he went to Houwu Mountain to collect firewood, he picked a lot of fresh medicinal herbs, and barely used them.

Yes, it's better than nothing!

For three days, the man remained unconscious, but his breathing finally stabilized.

Can't die!

Wang Qiaofu was very happy, and he felt that his hard work had not been in vain.

On the third night, the man slowly woke up, but he had amnesia, he couldn't remember why he was injured and why he was here!

He only vaguely remembered that he seemed to be called "Ye Han!"

After thinking about it for a day or two, Ye Han didn't have any clue, so he stopped thinking about it.

Fortunately, his body recovered very quickly, and after two days, he was able to go up the mountain with Wang Qiaofu to collect firewood.

"Uncle Wang, that's where you found me?"

Ye Han carried a bundle of firewood on his back, stood in front of a shallow pit full of messy grass, looked at the purple-black dried blood stains inside, and frowned slightly, "It seems that I was seriously injured at that time. ”

"Hey, hey!"

Wang Qiaofu pointed to a big pit next to him and smiled, "You are seriously injured there, you are dying, I even have a pit and straw mat." ”

He pulled out a simple straw mat from the mess, and continued: "I really didn't expect that you would be able to survive without a human form, what a strange thing!"

Suddenly, he thought of something, hurriedly took a few steps back, and said in a trembling voice: "You are not a mountain spirit, right?"

Soon, he shook his head to himself, "I've carefully examined your body, you should be a person!"

Ye Han, "......"

"Uncle Wang, you take a break!"

Ye Han put down the firewood behind him, looked around, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "I'll go get some meat, and we'll roast and eat it at noon." ”

With that, he picked up his swarthy woodcutter and walked alone towards the depths of the mountain.

"Don't go, we've got some dried vegetable cakes!"

Wang Qiaofu hurriedly took out two pieces of rice bran mixed with wild vegetables from his arms and steamed vegetable cakes, "The mountains are too dangerous, you have no experience, it is easy to enter, and you may get lost when you come back." ”

Hearing this, Ye Han glanced at the vegetable cake in Wang Qiaofu's hand, and frowned slightly, "I'm just walking around, I won't run too far." ”

After saying that, he ran away without a trace.

No way, the vegetable cake is really not delicious!

That thing cuts its throat and hurts!

If it wasn't delicious, he could still bear it, and he hadn't eaten enough for five or six days.

He couldn't help it.

It didn't take long for Ye Han to see a colorful tiger, more than twice as big as an ordinary tiger.

"It's huge!"

Ye Han looked at the colorful tiger, his eyes glowed green, and he kept swallowing saliva in his mouth, "You should be able to eat enough!"

He didn't have the concept of fear in his mind, and when he saw a tiger, he subconsciously thought it was a good meal!

Soon, he slowly approached the tiger, and between the two, there were still twenty zhang.

At this moment, the tiger found Ye Han, this guy didn't dare to turn his head, he ran directly, and there was a wave of qi on his four feet, which seemed to be able to support his body and slide.

Fifty or sixty feet in one pounce!

Seeing that the tiger was about to run away, Ye Han suddenly burst out, jumped vertically, held the black woodcutter in his right hand, and slashed directly at the tiger's strength.

"Click!"

The woodcutter snapped in response, only to spark on the tiger's stamina.

At the same time, Ye Han lay on the tiger's back, hugged its neck tightly, clenched his right hand into a fist, and smashed it towards the tiger's head.

"Whew!"

A tiger roar shook the entire Houwu Mountain.

"Not good!"

Hearing the sound, Wang Qiaofu hurriedly grabbed the woodcutter and hurried towards the place where the tiger roared.

At this time, Ye Han was walking back with a big tiger in both hands, like an ant carrying a giant beast, which was shocking!

Ye Han was very relaxed, walking, jumping, he still had the strength to pick some wild fruits and stuff them in his arms.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qiaofu's mouth opened wide and he lost his mind for a while.

Soon, Ye Han handled the tiger meat well, and his technique was skillful.

"Zizi ......"

On a bonfire, tiger meat is moisturized and fragrant.

On the side, Wang Qiaofu kept trying to say something, but he never could say it.

"Give!"

Ye Han scooped up a piece of the fattest tiger meat, handed it to Wang woodcutter, and smiled, "Uncle Wang, if you have something to say, it's important to eat enough now!"

After speaking, he picked up a tiger leg and gnawed wildly.

After a few moments, he scooped up the second and third......

Soon, one or two thousand catties of tiger meat went down to Ye Han's belly.

And he only ate one six or seven minutes full.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qiaofu rolled his throat, looked at Ye Han, and said in a trembling voice: "You really aren't a spirit? It's okay, your Uncle Wang can accept it!"

Ye Han, "......"

There was a moment of silence.

Ye Han shook his head, "I shouldn't be a spirit. ”

Wang Qiaofu, "......"