Half a mile is short, and the little beggar has already rushed more than thirty zhang away at this time, but looking at the group of people in the distance, he suddenly twisted his brows together, and then turned around again and fled in other directions. It was undoubtedly extremely dangerous for him, and the time it took him to catch up was shortened a little, but he did it, and when the thought came to his head, he did not hesitate.

The little beggar turned around, stepped up a little faster, and his life was on this leg.

The man in black watched the little beggar get closer and closer, and the sword held at his waist was faintly exposed, and he was about to pull it out at any time. But they really didn't expect the sudden turn in front of them, and everyone couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Count him as acquaintances. The black-clothed man who had been standing tightly beside the white-clothed young man snorted, not noticing a glint in the eyes of the young man he called the young master.

When the young man in white heard this, he shook his head with a smile, "It's not an acquaintance." ”

The man in black was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by the young man.

"Bring a bow. ”

The guards on the side did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly took the bow and arrow on his back and handed it to the young man. I saw that the white cloth, with an arrow on the bow, a tight string sound came, the flying feathers crossed, tearing out the "whirring" sound of breaking the wind, and the sharp silver iron wax arrow grazed the tiger's torso and shot over.

The young man put down the bowstring in his hand, shook his head, and sighed.

As soon as the bow was startled, how could the striped tiger who had picked up his life dare to stay for a while and a half, and he didn't make a sound, and ran away in a hurry after a few jumps. The red monkeys were also frightened, and the chaotic squeaks suddenly sounded, and they dispersed.

The little beggar stopped to look at this scene, his breath was still panting in his chest, but the group of black-clothed people in the distance had continued to hide the young man and walked forward. The young man in white in the team looked at the little beggar and smiled faintly. The little beggar stood stunned in place, and also met the gaze of the young man in white, and slowly watched the group of people go away.

......

Walking away, the man who seemed to be the leader of the guard couldn't help but ask, "Young master?"

"Not wicked. The young man said lightly.

"It's not that we're scared yet. As he spoke, the man in black pursed his lips disdainfully.

"There is much more hope of rushing over and alive than the arrow that I don't know if there is or not. ”

"But we're ...... this time"

Before the man in black could speak, he was interrupted by the young man in front of him, and a sharp light flashed in the young man's eyes, "The head of the family said that he would listen to me on this trip, so he will listen to me." The man in black didn't dare to say much, so he had to remain silent.

......

This time, the yellow dog didn't come to pick up his little beggar, but fortunately, he walked all the way down the mountain and walked back to the forest that the little beggar was familiar with, so he could argue the way. The yellow dog hasn't come back yet, and it seems that his heart is weak, and only Lao Yuhua leans on the bamboo house to drink.

"Where did you go today, it's pretty early. Lao Hua glanced at the little beggar who came back, and raised his hand to pour the wine jar into his mouth.

The little beggar looked at the old man with resentment, but he also knew that this matter had nothing to do with him today, and he was sure that the yellow dog had pitted himself. "The monkey is gone. ”

"Monkey, red monkey?" said Lao Hua with some surprise.

"How do you know?" the little beggar suddenly looked at the old flower in confusion.

"That's the kind of monkey on this mountain. ”

Hearing this, the little beggar rolled his eyes and said, "Then you still ask." As he spoke, he took out the green, red, and purple fruit in his bosom and threw it at the old flower. Since he later found out that Lao Hua stewed all the stolen herbs for him to drink, he no longer refused to hand over the treasure, anyway, he got it in his stomach, although he couldn't sell it for money, but it was good to say that he saved it.

"Really. Lao Hua took the dozen or so fruits thrown by the little beggar, and her eyes widened, but suddenly her brows twisted together, "Then how did you escape back?"

Speaking of this, the little beggar laughed hesitantly, and vividly described to Lao Hua the legendary experience of the twists and turns of his escape to the king of the mountain, but was saved by the young man in white. The little beggar praised the young man in white all over again, saying that the chivalrous temperament of the handsome boy brother could not be born to others. But after listening to the old flower, he was not as happy as the little beggar thought, but frowned deeper, and looked into the depths of the forest, as if he could see the top of Sunset Mountain through the dense woods.

This is already the end of the summer season, and in a few days, it is estimated that it will be autumn. The fire on the mountain at sunset will also burn to the most prosperous time of the year, and it will be red. For the past two years, the little beggar has been watching the fire, and on the last day of summer, the whole mountain is lit up, and unlike the fire in the mountains and fields on weekdays, it is really going to ignite, and even the sky is reflected in the fierce fire.

In the past, Sunset Mountain was not called Sunset Mountain, but I don't know when it began, suddenly the sunset in the sky seemed to ignite on the mountain, and the whole mountain was burned. Such a spectacle naturally attracted the old gods and gods in the vicinity, and the great gods explored it for a long time, but they found nothing. There are also those who are unwilling, and they have been waiting in the forest for a long time, but they have not found a way. Slowly, except for the nearby hunters and the sons of the little ladies who traveled, few people came to this sunset mountain. But although I don't go to this sunset mountain, I prefer to see it from afar. A few years ago, a sunset platform was built on another mountain, and three or five groups watched the mountain full of flames, and heard about the strange things in the mouth of the storyteller.

No, the waking wood sank, and the cry of "pop" sounded, and the audience was full of spirit. There are all kinds of people under the seat, but most of them are readers, they are all good seedlings who read the books of sages, and they play the elegant work of writing poems on stage to watch the sunset, but they want to squeeze into the tricks of the rivers and lakes. There are also a few wrinkled talents with different customs, with the light of the entire sunset in their eyes, and their mouths are shaking their heads with "the glow does not disperse, and the sunset is lit by candlelight". At this time, the drinking rough man next to him was dissatisfied, "Where did the weak scholar come from, he can't fit the pattern in his eyes, and he has to say the momentum of the mountain." Hearing this, the scholar was not annoyed, and muttered to himself in a deep voice: "I don't understand, I don't understand." I don't know if it's the rough man or the self-deprecating words.

The old storyteller took a sip of tea, grabbed a handful of his hand in the air, and seemed to have pulled the sunset fire over, with a serious look on his face, and the audience was waiting for the rest of the book heavily.

"This great opportunity for sunset mountain has to start with a group of red monkeys. The monkeys and grandchildren were all born with red hair and long hair, just like the sunset fire all over the mountain. Don't look down on this red monkey, all of them are extremely high in wisdom, and they have set up a big array on this sunset mountain to deceive the heavens. The old gentleman suddenly raised his voice high, and the wrinkled Xiucai who was watching the mountain fire on the side also put his ears together to listen. "That's not all, the most amazing thing is that these monkeys are all parents of heaven and earth. On Sunset Mountain, there was a fruit tree of the same fiery color, the fruit of the Red Flame Flame, and each of them had a monkey. ”

The listeners sank, and waited for the old man to tell the story, and if he had a dry temperament, he scolded and scolded, "That old man, you can try it again for the master", but the scolding was scolding, but he really waited for the old man to talk nonsense. The old gentleman slapped the wake-up wood again, and heard a sudden "pop" sound. "In this year's time, this fruit tree only bears ten red monkeys, and each red monkey grows up in a hurry as soon as it lands. But why is it so anxious?" the old storyteller paused, stroked his beard, and looked at everyone present.

The funny wrinkled clothes show brought her ears closer and didn't dare to let go.

"Time is running out!" the old man squeezed his eyebrows together with regret, his face full of regret, "The red glow in the sky is the flaw in the heavenly path that they robbed, causing the whole mountain to be on fire." Countless fiery red rays of light gathered on that fruit tree, to raise the thousandth red monkey king in the first hundred years. ”

"Old man, you are talking about it, but what is that big chance?" The listeners listened for a long time, but they couldn't wait for the big opportunity that the old man said, and they were a little impatient. Seeing that the audience was agitated, the storyteller hurriedly pressed his hand, "Eh, everyone, let's be here today, I have to pick a big day to say." As soon as these words came out, the people present were even more dissatisfied, and some of them were going to take peanuts and smash them at the little old man, but they couldn't hurt anyone, so they had to see the old man admit a smile cowardly, and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next big scene, the big atmosphere, the big pattern." "That's why I'm relieved to wait for the next storyteller. So, the little old man smiled and begged for copper plates and silver one by one, "Two days, two days later, the fire will burn the sunset mountain, and the scene will be held, and the field will be held." ”

Watching the wrinkled clothes of the mountain tickle my heart, and I still want to listen to the big scene behind, but I can't, I have to chant, "The sunset is watching the sunset, and the fire tree lights the tree." ”

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The night sank again, and the little beggar and the old man continued to practice whipping. But the little beggar touched the darkness for a long time, but he couldn't find the stone, so he had to be beaten every day. But tonight's stone cub also seems to be a little sleepy, and the little beggar doesn't hurt or hurts, and the old flowers are also heavy, looking like they want to sleep. The yellow dog really didn't dare to come back, for fear of being caught by the little beggar while asleep.

The stone was not beaten well, and the old flower let the little beggar go to bed early, and he pillowed the moonlight again, and lifted the wine jar to face the evening sky. The little beggar got up early the next morning, but the yellow dog still didn't come back, and Lao Hua surprisingly didn't go to practice farting today, but just stood heavily and looked deep into the mountains.

"The yellow dog is not here today. ”

"Hmm. Lao Hua just responded lightly to the little beggar's words, and then there was no follow-up.

"So what am I going to do today. ”

Lao Hua glanced back at the little beggar, her eyebrows were a little locked together, she thought about it and then let go, "There is something for you to do." ”