"The plains are yellow, the red streams are barren, and half of the mountain tigers eat roe deer. "It's the annual bleak autumn again, and the group of roe deer on half of the mountain has been dispatched on a large scale, in order to raise a fat body before the cold and long winter, so as to survive the cold winter of the reckless plain that all ordinary beasts and low-level demon beasts are afraid of.

Half of the mountain is located on the edge of the Mangyuan, and then to the north is the Tianling that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, where it is the paradise of the top demon beasts, the spiritual veins of thousands of miles, I don't know how many terrifying monsters are hidden, the legend is hidden in the deepest part of the existence that is enough to destroy the world, of course, this is just a legend that circulates in the Mangyuan, there is no way to verify it, every year there are countless top martial artists, groups enter the edge of the forest according to the Tianling, hunting low-level demon beasts, most of them are gone, the tired white bones tell the horror here, many demon beasts are not easy to talk to, and there are lucky ones who come back, the rich reward they brought back made more warriors rush to the land of death like moths to the fire.

Because it is according to the edge of the Tianling range, half of the mountain also has a trace of mysterious color, the whole mountain is not high, but extremely vast, the towering giant trees on the mountain abound, the most peculiar thing is that on the other side of the mountain is not a gentle mountain, but a straight cliff, as smooth as a knife, the whole mountain seems to be cut in half with a knife, according to legend, this is the battlefield of the fairy and demon war thousands of years ago, the half of the mountain lost is when the demon beast invaded the plain, the top immortal of the human race and the giant demon of the sky when the battle, with a great god sword cut down, the huge mountain was cut in half, but also shocked the demons, causing them to retreat to the depths of the Heavenly Mountains.

But this sword also cut off the original half of the mountain spirit vein, the aura is gone, and gradually the number of low-level demon beasts is also decreasing, although this place is not suitable for demon beast cultivation, but it is a paradise for ordinary beasts, and the increase in living beings has also attracted many low-level demon beasts who have not yet escaped the need for blood and food to wander here, and they have a desire to feast on happiness.

Immortal is the honorific title of the ordinary people of the entire Tianfu Continent for those cultivators, in the eyes of ordinary people, these people soar through the clouds, call for wind and rain, and are omnipotent. Everyone is afraid, the demon beasts are raging, according to the Tianling in the eyes of the immortals, it is simply their own back garden, and many people have seen the immortals stepping on the sword light and entering the forest full of demon beasts. Of course, what ordinary people don't know is that the so-called immortals in their eyes don't dare to go too deep into this terrifying area.

On the mountainside of half a mountain, there is a flat dense grassland, surrounded by dense forests, on the green green grassland, a group of roe deer is eating, two adult strong roe deer wandering around the periphery, from time to time can't resist the temptation of the grass, lower their heads to quickly nibble on a bite, but then quickly raise their heads, support their long ears, vigilantly observe the surrounding dense forest.

Seeing a roe deer on guard looking here, Gan Ping couldn't help but hold his breath, his head didn't dare to move, his eyes were aimed at his father on the side, his father was lying on the ground like himself, his strong big hand was clenching a hunting fork, and the sharp iron fork head flashed with cold light. At this time, there is a roe deer in the roe deer group slowly walking to the outer circle, it is a roe deer that has just become an adult, eating a lot, a group of roe deer carefully squeezed in a small piece of grass, he has not eaten half full until now, looking at the dense green grass in the outer circle, he can't help but tempt, pacing towards the outer circle, greedily eating the grass, slowly approaching the direction of Gan Ping father and son, fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps, has reached the range that can be hunted, a little closer, that is more certain.

Gan Ping looked at his father nervously, his father's big hand had been exposed, and he held the fork rod tightly, at this time the grazing roe deer seemed to find danger, and raised his head suddenly, and the strong roe deer who was guarding in the distance also saw that this reckless guy was separated from his partner, and was screaming loudly to let it go back, the detached roe deer reluctantly glanced at the grass on the ground, and was about to turn back, when suddenly a burly figure bounced up from the ground in the distance, and a silver streamer flew towards it, seeing that this roe deer had the intention of leaving, Gan Ning Cheng didn't care that the distance was still a little far, and jumped up directly, and flew the hunting fork to the preyThe hunting fork passed through the neck of the roe deer and nailed it to the ground, and the fork of the yellow tree trembled unabated, making a buzzing tremor sound.

After the fright of this hunting fork, the roe deer group scattered violently, running towards the opposite forest, they are timid by nature, the only advantage is to run extremely fast, if there is no such advantage, then it is impossible to survive in this forest, a cheerful cry sounded, I saw a small figure jumped up beside Gan Ningcheng, and quickly ran to the roe deer that was nailed to the ground, the roe deer had lost its breath, this small figure ran to it, reached out and pulled the hunting fork on the dead roe deer, but used up the strength to eat milk and failed to pull it out。

Gan Ningcheng smiled and walked to his son, who was struggling with the hunting fork, stretched out a hand, and gently pulled the hunting fork off. Xiao Gan Ning looked at his father's strong arms enviously, and couldn't help but say, "Daddy is so amazing!" Gan Ning squatted down with pity, wiped his little face covered with grass blades, and said, "I'll give you stewed soup tonight." "Really, it's great, Daddy's soup is the best." Looking at his son's cheerful and happy little face, Gan Ningcheng felt sour in his heart for a while, bitter for this motherless child. He bent down, picked up the deer whose blood had coagulated, and carried it to his shoulder, more than 100 catties of roe deer were carried by him effortlessly, and strode towards the forest on the other side, Xiao Ganping hurriedly followed his father, snatched the hunting fork in his father's hand, staggered like his father, and walked home.

Returning to the wooden house where the father and son lived, Gan Ningcheng put the roe deer outside the house, put the hunting fork, and then carried the prey to the small river in the distance to pack it up, returned to the wooden house, and saw Xiao Ganping holding a book and shaking his head and reading, it was a book for children's enlightenment, it was no longer suitable for Xiao Ganping to read these at the age of nine years old, but who let the father and son live in the mountains? These books were all brought by the merchant from outside.

Xiao Ganping shook his head while reading, this is what he heard his father say when the masters and children outside were reading, but what made his little head puzzle was that he could still read the words on the book by shaking his head like this? Fortunately, he had memorized all the books in his hand, so it didn't matter if he didn't read the books.

In fact, this book is not his favorite, Gan Ping's favorite is the "Tianfu Chronicles", which is a book about the Tianfu Continent outside, a thin one, but it records a lot of the customs of the Tianfu Continent, for Gan Ping, who has never walked out of the mountains, this thin and simple booklet is his dream.

Gan Ningcheng was cooking the broth, while looking at his son shaking his head, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his son is nine years old, and he is very smart, so in the mountains can only delay him, another year, when the limelight of the family is over, take him back, can't delay this child, or find another place, you can't let him nest in this mountain forest for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Bursts of aroma came out of the pot full of broth, Xiao Ganping smelled the fragrance and threw the book aside, ran to his father's side, looked at the soup pot with his eyes, and looked at his son's coveted appearance, Gan Ningcheng couldn't help but smile and wiped his little head melon, and scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy." ”

At this moment, there was a huge roar from the other side of the mountain, as if some monster roared angrily, the father and son suddenly felt the ground shake the mountain, Gan Ningcheng's face changed greatly, and he didn't care about the soup pot tilting in this vibration, he jumped up, reached out to put down the skylight on the roof, and then closed the doors and windows and locked them。 Xiao Ganping was frightened by the yelling just now, although he was very smart, but after all, he was only nine years old, and he grabbed the corner of his father's clothes tightly, and his heart settled down slightly.

Gan Ningcheng quietly walked to the closed door, pulled out a piece of wood, and looked out, the wooden house where the father and son lived was made of huge wood, firm and solid, and after the doors and windows were locked, some low-level demon beasts could not break in. Of course, it is also because the wisdom of these low-level demon beasts is too low, and they can't find the target so they search for other prey, relying on this solid wooden house, the father and son have avoided many dangers.

Gan Ningcheng nervously passed through the observation port on the door, looking outside, he knew that this time it must be a big battle, he has lived on this half of the mountain for more than ten years, he also knows some things, in the back mountain of half of the mountain, there is a powerful demon beast, although many people say that the most powerful demon beast was driven into the depths of the Tianling Mountains by the immortals, but Gan Ningcheng is convinced that this demon beast in the back mountain is terrible, maybe for those immortals who are high above, this is just a small demon beast, but in his heart, this is a nightmare, nine years ago, after a loud roar, he and his pregnant wife met a terrifying beast tide, which also contained a low-level demon beastAs a result, his wife was seriously injured and died, and she gave birth to Xiao Ganping and left. What will happen this time? Thinking of this, Gan Ningcheng's hand holding the fork bar broke out in sweat.

The strange thing is that this time the beast that did not panic fled privately, and after a long time, it was still quiet outside, which made Gan Ningcheng have a trace of doubt? Could it be that he had miscalculated? Just when he was uncertain, a gust of wind with a fishy smell blew in front of the door of the wooden house, Gan Ningcheng secretly screamed that it was not good, and was thinking about pulling Xiao Gan Pingdao to hide in the cellar.

A gust of wind blew, with a pungent smell, and the solid wooden house was struck by three golden rays of light, which were like knives and axes, cutting the solid wooden house into several pieces, and the entire roof flew up, revealing the father and son hiding inside.

Xiao Gan Ping was already trembling with fright, hugged his father tightly, and didn't dare to let go, at this time in front of the father and son, a huge figure appeared, Gan Ningcheng was taken aback even if he was prepared in his heart, the cloud from the dragon, the wind from the tiger, from the fishy wind just now, he felt that it was probably a tiger demon, he didn't expect this tiger demon to be so huge and hideous, the tiger demon in front of him was two feet long, the tail of the iron whip was flicking, the huge tiger head, the two copper bell big eyes were shooting out of the cold light, and the two tiger teeth with sharp teeth in the mouth were exposed outside, which was even more ferocious, and the claws the size of the basket, the tips of the claws were like iron hooks, there is no doubt that it can easily tear apart the father and son in front of it.

Gan Ningcheng looked at the hideous tiger demon, clenched the hunting fork in his hand, and sighed in his heart, it seemed that his father and son were going to die here, thinking of this, he pushed his son behind him and shouted: "Ping'er, run." As for whether this little child can escape from this dangerous forest, he has no care, and he can resist for a moment.

But at this time, the tiger demon on the opposite side actually didn't pounce up, but squatted there, looking at the father and son with interest, Gan Ningcheng seemed to have an illusion, the tiger demon on the opposite side seemed to be looking at himself playfully, and couldn't help but be a little flustered, what did this tiger demon want to do? When he was thinking wildly, he felt something pounce on his legs, and looked down, and the son who was pushed out by himself ran back, hugging his thighs tightly, thinking about it, nine-year-old child, where did you let him run?

Gan Ningcheng looked at the tiger demon sitting in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a burst of despair in his heart, it seems that my father and son are destined to die here, thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his weapon again, come on, even if it is death, you must protect Ping'er first. Gan Ningcheng's martial arts come from the family heirloom, put in the world, and can be regarded as a top person, this desperate heart together, even low-level demon beasts can not be underestimated, there are no three-thirds, how dare to live on this half of the mountain for so many years, the hunting fork in his hand is made of yellow oak wood, yellow wood is the only few wood that can be used as spiritual soldiers by the world.

Spirit soldier, is the Tianfu Continent for some weapons that can cause great damage to people or demon beasts, made of a variety of peculiar materials, this yellow wood is one of the simplest, to make the yellow wood into a weapon, and then use it to kill living beings, the yellow wood will naturally absorb the blood of the slain, angry, condensed into resentment, and finally become a spirit soldier material, and finally use rare ores such as thousands of years of cold iron to create a sharp spear head, such a weapon is extremely harmful to the body of people or demon beasts, in the world, a weapon like this is a treasure that countless warriors dream of, with such a weapon, the combat effectiveness immediately increased a few sections, especially for demon beasts, the deterrence is great.

What Gan Ningcheng has in his hand is a yellow wood hunting fork, which has been used for nearly 5 years, and is about to become a spiritual energy master, if he takes it down the mountain, it is easy to exchange it for thousands of taels of silver with such a spiritual wood, which is also where he wants to take Gan Ping down the mountain, such a spiritual wood, coupled with the precious medicinal materials accumulated over the years, is enough for this father and son to spend the second half of their lives.

But if you want to live a good life, you still have to pass the current level first, Gan Ningcheng worked hard, and his courage immediately grew. The demon tiger couldn't help but flicker his eyes, it was not those ignorant low-level demon beasts, when he saw the blood food, he pounced desperately, to this level of demon beasts already had some wisdom, and he didn't want to fight hard with Gan Ningcheng, although the yellow oak wood was only a semi-finished product, and the fork head on it was also made of iron, but in the eyes of this demon tiger, he could see that the entire hunting fork was covered with evil energy, and it was a gray mess, even if his strong body was hit, it would not be good.

Thinking of this, the demon tiger roared, a demon wind swirled around him, a black gas came out of the ground, and turned into a human form in a blink of an eye, Gan Ningcheng was taken aback, looked at it, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Ghost?" The human figure condensed by the black gas in front of him was pale, his face was full of blood, his clothes were tattered, and there were countless wounds on his body, and his intestines had long been rotten, and the long nails on his two dry hands were extremely black, and a pair of eyes were blood-red, staring at the father and son in front of him.

It is the ghost, this is a kind of talent of the tiger demon, for the tiger to be a servant, the wicked person killed by the tiger demon will be transformed into a ghost by the demon tiger, and take it with him for sending. Such a ghost, before his death must be a wicked person, no evil, in line with the demon tiger's ferocious mind, the tiger is also one of the spirit beasts of heaven and earth, born to observe evil, distinguish good from evil, practice for hundreds of years of demon tiger is even more so, encounter no evil, evil spirited evil people, must be tortured to death, such resentment is enough, and then its appearance when it dies into a ghost, tortured from time to time, such a ghost sees the living, must be jealous and hateful, immortal.

I saw this ghost standing in front of the father and son in a daze, his eyes flickered, I didn't know what he was thinking, he heard a low roar of the tiger demon, and pounced forward, a sharp and sharp claw had reached Gan Ningcheng's chest, Gan Ningcheng hurriedly raised the hunting fork in a gear, and then stabbed it with a fork, right in the ghost of the chest, but saw that the ghost was unconscious, and the other claw waved over, and Gan Ningcheng hurriedly withdrew the hunting fork to block the attack of this ghost claw.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that ghosts have no formless substances, ordinary mortals can't hurt them at all, only the fork rod of the hunting fork in his hand is a half-finished spirit soldier, which can resist one or two, and the fork head made of iron can't help the ghost in front of him. Thinking of this, Gan Ningcheng used this hunting fork as a whistle stick, splitting, sweeping, jumping, picking, blocking, pointing, and dialing. Watching his father fight with this ghost, Gan Ningcheng became more and more anxious the more he fought, and there was a tiger demon eyeing him next to him, it seemed that he would not do it until he had no strength, and it didn't matter if he died, he took pity on his son.

The tiger demon saw the cheap, the tiger claw flicked, a golden wind flew to Gan Ningcheng's chest, Gan Ningcheng was frightened and hurriedly dodged, the golden wind blew from his arm, took away a large piece of flesh and blood, he was in pain, he couldn't help but loosen his hand slightly, and was hit by the ghost violently hit the fork, the hunting fork fell in the air, obliquely inserted into the soil, Gan Ningcheng was also hit by this huge force, fell to the ground, his face was like ashes. The ghost laughed fiercely, and a flying pounce came to Gan Ningcheng, and the pitch-black claws slammed into his chest and abdomen, wanting to cut him out his heart alive.