The Qinling Mountains, which traverse the territory of Kyushu, stretch from Cangzhou, which is full of Gobi in the west, Cangxi Prefecture, where the Taoism is prosperous in Zhongzhen, and Qingzhou, which is rich in coastal areas, is bordered by Qingzhou in the east. If you look at it from a very high place, the Qinling Mountains are like a giant dragon coiled on the territory of Kyushu, winding for millions of miles, and it is called the dragon vein by the Kyushu monks.

There are countless branches of the Qinling Mountains, tens of thousands of lofty mountains and fierce swamps, and there are countless domineering demon beasts. As a natural barrier of the eastern branch of the Qinling Mountains, the cliffs block the cold tide in the north of the south, seeking well-being for Cangxi Prefecture behind him, and laying the foundation for the prosperity of a state.

In the dense forests of the mountains, the giant trees cover the sky and the sun, and the shadows of the trees are mottled. A red cloth is tied to the branch of a large supertree that is the thickness of five people hugging each other, and it is inevitable that it will stand out in the dense green forest. And under this red cloth blown by the forest wind, a tiger-headed boy blushed, his limbs stretched to the extreme, and he was on the trunk of the tree, with sharp claws under his feet, and he stretched out his right hand little by little to grab the red cloth.

It's just a simple action, but it makes Huzi's already red little face suffocate and turn purple. He gritted his teeth, suddenly leaned out and grabbed the corner of the red cloth fluttering. Pulled by the body, the paws under his feet were crooked, and the tiger's body fell backwards uncontrollably, and he was about to fall from a height of more than ten zhang.

It's just that doing this dangerous thing, the shrewd tiger has long been calculating in his heart. Quickly stuffed the red cloth in his hand into his waist bag, turned his hands on his chest and stole upward, tightened the rope fixed at his waist, re-found the direction of the claw pedal under his feet, and stabilized his body with both feet, leaving ten sharp claw marks on the tough bark.

Sliding along the trunk of the tree to the near ground, Huzi jumped down, touched the red cloth strip and looked at the cloud-shrouded mountain top in the distance, his eyes were burning, and his face was full of excitement, "There is only one last one left, and I can complete my coming-of-age ceremony." ”

There are many villages at the foot of the mountain, and in Shenxi Village, the coming-of-age ceremony is a test that every young man in the village who aspires to become a hunter must go through. Some of the village's experienced hunters placed five red pieces in the reckless mountain forests of the mountains, some under the icy bone-chilling pools, some on the top of the trees that could not be reached, and some on the top of the mountain surrounded by a sea of clouds. Huzi has been crawling around the periphery of this mountain with his father since he was sensible, and he is familiar with his own backyard, and every mountain trail is imprinted with his footprints. This coming-of-age ceremony of Huzi, the elders in the village have high hopes for him, and now he is only the last red cloth away from success.

The path to the top of the mountain is slippery and twisty, and the moss-covered rocks under your feet bear the marks of axe digging, but it is still impassable, and hundreds of bluestones overlap under the cliffs and wind up into the sea of clouds.

Huzi helped his forehead, his eyebrows were full of helplessness, "I don't know that my father and uncles worked so hard, but they just carved out such a dog-like mud-like road to the sky, I really don't know that it will take the Year of the Monkey to complete it." ”

Retreating from the mountain road, Huzi turned around and took out two pieces of white cloth from his waist bag, and meticulously wrapped the white cloth around his palms. Holding the green vine hanging down the cliff, he tugged hard. After confirming that the green vine was tough enough, the tight waist twisted, and the foot suddenly exerted force, and the green vine in his hand swayed a thrilling arc in the cliff mountain stream, and for a time the mountain stream was full of young people's happy laughter, startling a bird.

The peaks of the mountain are steep and inaccessible all year round. On the green pine branches at the top of the mountain, two or three blue birds looked down in unison, only to see a tiger-headed boy humming and climbing up from the cliff, sweating profusely, just climbed up and immediately lay down on the ground.

After resting for a while, Huzi relieved himself, although he was tired, but his heart was full of pride. You must know that no one of the same age in Shenxi Village has been able to climb to the top of this steep and abnormal mountain, and this "qualification" alone is enough for him to return to the village for half a year.

Immersed in the envious eyes of the friends in his mind for a long time, Huzi patted his head, "The top priority is to find the red cloth first." Then he stood up and looked for the red cloth. The area of the top of the mountain is not large, Huzi saw the long-awaited red cloth at a glance, he happily ran over to pick it up, involuntarily swept the red cloth aside, frightened suddenly rose in his eyes, and quickly stopped.

At the top of the mountain, near the edge of the cliff, two figures, one black and one white, fell to the ground unconscious. The black-clothed man's robe was crushed into wisps, and he couldn't find a place on his body that was intact. He clutched a sharpened stone in his hand and stabbed it deep into the throat of the white-robed man who fell on top of him, but strangely left no blood.

Huzi's throat was dry, and he felt as if the stone had been stabbed into his throat. He had been hunting wild beasts in the woods since he was a child, but it was the first time he had seen a dead man. He swallowed his saliva and walked towards the two of them, until they got closer, his face suddenly turned white, and he covered his mouth tightly, trying not to scream.

It turned out that the white-robed man who was pressed on the black robe was not only pierced in the throat, but also missing an arm, and even from the waist down, it was empty, and his legs were missing.

Since the injury is serious like this, there is naturally no reason to live. Huzi boldly walked a few more steps, and when he saw the distorted face of the white-robed man's face, Huzi felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly felt that this person was definitely not a good person.

Huzi squatted down and cautiously probed the snort of the black-robed man, and his heart was full of joy and anger! The two of them were on the edge of the cliff, and even one of them would cause the gravel to slide down and fall to the bottom of the valley together, if they didn't think of a way in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

A few pieces of gravel rolled down and fell into the sea of clouds under the cliff, Huzi no longer hesitated, and boldly dragged the black-robed man's arm backwards, which dragged the black-robed man out of danger, but the white-robed man was not so lucky, he only slipped backwards, and half of his body rolled towards the vast sea of clouds behind him.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the black-robed man's curled fingers happened to hook the delicate pouch on the white-robed man's waist and left it. Huzi's face turned pale for a moment, thinking that only half of the white-robed man was left, and he must have been dead for a long time, and falling off the cliff was not considered to be a life, so his face was a little better.

Huzi stuffed the red cloth into his waist bag, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the coming-of-age ceremony was finally completed. I just wanted to go down the mountain, but I hesitated for a moment and didn't take a step. He looked back at the black-robed man who was still lying unconscious on the ground, sniffed his nose again, and his face sank, it was the smell of rain. The weather in the mountains can be unpredictable, one moment the sky is clear, the next moment it can be stormy.

Huzi clenched his fists, his face was cloudy, "He is not lightly injured, and he is unconscious, if he is thrown here and let the wind and rain blow, he will definitely die, how is this different from seeking people's lives?"

The mountain wind was howling, the heavy rain was pouring, Huzi left off the extra heavy clothes on his body, revealing his vigorous and refined body, leaving only a circle of ropes to hang around his waist in case of accidents, carrying the black-robed man behind him, and walking down the mountain step by step.