The morning mist faintly filled the valley, and the top of the immortal was like a thin veil covered with a light veil.

I don't know why, Master didn't call himself today. Xiao Yi didn't care, took out his sword and ran outside the courtyard, and danced the eight-style Xuanyuan swordsmanship. Unsatisfied, he wanted to try the last five styles of swordsmanship. However, among these five styles of swordsmanship, there is no body shape footwork, and there is no way to perform it at all. I had to memorize the five mysterious swordsmanship maps in my mind, and then I was unwilling to give up.

After practicing the sword, Xiao Yi went to the stove room and wiped his face with water, ran into his hut, and re-hung the sword on the wall. He removed the large box beside the bed. Under the box was a small hole dug by Xiaoyi, a small square, in which were placed several books and a small baggage.

The valuable belongings of the master and apprentice are here. Since Xiao Yi reached the age of thirteen, the Master handed these over to Xiao Yi for safekeeping. But you can't always carry these things with you on weekdays, for fear of losing them, so Xiao Yi dug such a small hole with ingenuity. Even if there were really people on the mountain, no one would notice the mystery hidden under the box of the shabby and humble hut. For this reason, Xiao Yi was secretly proud for a while.

Xiao Yi took out about twenty taels of silver and put it in his arms, covered the wooden box on it, and then patted the dust on his slap and returned to the yard. Seeing that the master still did not move, he trotted down the mountain.

The immortal topped to the foot of the mountain, and there was a mountain road more than three miles long. The little leg is brisk, and it doesn't take much effort to run to the foot of the mountain, turn the already crooked mountain gate, and go straight to the back of the mountain.

The trees behind the mountain are high and dense, and the huge canopy covers the sky and the sun, wrapping the valley behind the mountain tightly. Drill down the path, but there is a cave. There are two paths at the entrance to the valley, the left is the road that leads to the depths of the valley through the foot of the Immortal Peak, and the right road leads to a small hill not far from the Immortal Peak, where Lao Lu lived.

Lao Lu is now in his fifties, and his ancestors are also disciples of Xuanyuanguan. After the Xuanyuan Temple slowly declined, Lao Lu's ancestors couldn't bear to abandon the mountain gate, so they settled here. Since then, Lao Lu Zu has become the hunter of Taiping Mountain. He had a son, but he was unwilling to die in a mountain nest like his ancestors. After the death of Lao Lu's wife, his son went to work as a blacksmith outside the mountain, leaving Lao Lu alone to live here.

Usually hunting wild things, pickling wild meat or something, Lao Lu takes care of the little master and apprentice. When the master and apprentice left the mountain, Lao Lu would also go to the mountain to take care of it. The master and apprentice got along very closely with Lao Lu.

Although Lao Lu is free in the mountains and forests, his life is also poor. Therefore, the two of them have silver taels in hand, and it is also their proper duty to come to help Lao Lu.

Three steps and two steps, Xiaoyi ran up the hill and approached a wooden house.

The hut was built next to a few towering trees, and the morning mist drifted nearby. During this season, the shade under the trees is shady, with occasional canopy shaking, and the morning light penetrates the gaps in the trees and spreads onto the wooden houses, and the glades are mottled and shadowed.

It's a secluded place.

"Uncle Lu, is Uncle Lu here?"

Xiao Yi pulled his neck and howled, then rubbed his nose and smiled mischievously, searching around.

"It's Xiao Yi here!"

With a somewhat hoarse voice, a slightly old man walked out of the hut. He has a short beard mixed with black and gray, his red face is full of wrinkles, he is not tall, his back is a little hunched, but his waist is thick, and he holds an axe in his big hands full of green tendons, and looks at Xiao Yi with a smile.

"What is Uncle Lu doing, my master told me to come and see you!" Xiao Yi also replied with a smile, but his eyes stared curiously at Lao Lu's axe, and the blood red on the axe was clearly visible.

"The Daoist is okay, I haven't seen the old Daoist for some days!"

Lao Lu smiled and waved the axe in his hand, and then said: "Haha, you have a good mouth today! Uncle, I shot a wild goat this morning, go back and give half of it to your master, Xiaoyi come in and take a look!"

Xiao Yi walked into the wooden house with Lao Lu, and it was a little dim inside. On the ground at the back entrance of the hut, a beheaded wild goat rested on a piece of bluestone. When Xiao Yi came, Lao Lu was about to skin the goat.

Xiao Yi didn't like the bloody scene, so he looked around in the hut and saw a small crossbow hanging on the wall, so he stepped forward to take it off and play with it.

Lao Lu continued to be busy skinning and deboning the goats, and when he turned around and saw the crossbow in Xiaoyi's hand, he said with a smile: "This is made by your eldest brother Lu with the deer tendons I hunted, and it was sent to me two days ago." But I'm also old, and my eyes are not very good, so how about giving it to the younger one if I like it?".

Xiao Yi held it in his hand, a little bit of love it, and the child's habits were fully revealed. When he heard Lao Lu say this, he replied happily: "Haha! Thank you Uncle Lu, and thank you to my Brother Lu!"

After speaking, he happily looked at the small crossbow in his hand again. The crossbow is made of red hardwood, which is very small and delicate. Xiao Yi looked at the stainless steel ring in front of the crossbow, tried the deer tendon, and felt very tough, so he stepped on the ring and gently pulled the arm to hang the bowstring. Lao Lu looked back and said to Xiao Yi: "There are still a few arrows in the leather bag on the wooden bench, Xiao Yi can go and test it." ”

Where can Xiao Yi still endure his temperament, picked up the same delicate leather bag, saw that there were ten arrows inserted in it, hurriedly hung it around his neck, and as if he remembered something, he put the silver in his arms on the stool, and said to Lao Lu: "Uncle Lu, I'll go for a walk first." On the stool is the silver that my master gave you. So saying, he ran out.

When Lao Lu heard the sound, he saw that it was a small pile of silver, and hurriedly got up and said, "This is unacceptable!"

When his son is away, he works as a blacksmith for a year, and he only earns a few taels of silver. These twenty taels of silver are a great fortune for a poor family. Lao Lu, who knew the situation of Qingyun Dao's master and apprentice, how could he accept so much silver from the other party.

"It's out of the way! My master has made a fortune, Uncle Lu, you can take it! Just drink a few more times with my master. ”

The little one ran down without looking back.

Lao Lu hurriedly shouted: "Don't hurt yourself! remember to come back and get goat meat!"

Where can Xiao Yi still hear, blink of an eye, and run away.

Looking at Xiao Yi's distant back, Lao Lu smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Xiao Yi ran to the fork in the road.

Looking at the path leading to the depths of the valley, he thought to himself that the depths of this valley were deserted, and there were many birds and beasts, so it was a good place to practice with a small crossbow.

Xiaoyi took an arrow from the deerskin pouch and placed it in the arrow slot. The steel arrowhead, shining with silver light, was extremely sharp. He said happily: Uncle Lu is so good! Hehe, I don't know how powerful this little crossbow is.

Raising the small crossbow in his hand, Xiao Yi pointed at the trunk of a tree about forty or fifty paces deep in the valley, and pulled the crossbow machine. I only heard the sound of a string "bang", the arrow "swished", shot out, and the "ding" sound wedged deep into the trunk.

Hehe! Shoot so far! Xiao Yi jumped up and ran to the trunk of the tree, and saw that the arrow had already entered the wood. He marveled at the power of the crossbow, and felt a little sorry for the aim in his hand, so he pulled out his arrow and walked towards the valley where he rarely went deep.