The Great Black Mountain was so large that it could not be seen at a glance, and there was a roar in the green that covered the sky. Shocked is six years old this year, listening to his fathers say that it is a demon beast, he flashed his big eyes revealing novelty, staring straight at his father.

Feng is a frightened father, Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-five years old, he is steady, brave, responsible, and the scars on his body are his honor. There were fifty-six people in the tribe, and most of them were women, who were strong but not beautiful. Hides are rubbed daily, seams are mended, dwellings are fortified, and patrols and traps are placed in the surrounding woods. If there is any emergency, these women are also fierce and tight.

Men do very simple things, hunting, eating meat, and helping out when they have farm work.

Feng is the leader of the Montenegrin clan every hunt is organized by him, it is said that yesterday hunting met a young man in a tattered green shirt, haggard face, behind the young man is a white-fronted tiger. The wind was frightened, without saying a word, he took two steps and smashed out with a punch, and the tiger that went down the mountain brought up a gust of evil wind, not afraid at all, and his right paw went straight to his chest. Feng Zhong Fan was ruthless, moved his feet three inches, twisted half of his body, and shouted, the shocked tiger was dizzy, and hit the tiger's head violently, and the tiger was hit by a somersault out, and everyone around was surrounded at this time, and the evil tiger was killed in a moment.

Feng laughed: "Yes! Tonight's food has been settled, and it just so happens that my kid is still missing a tiger skin coat!!" As he spoke, he saw the man next to him, who gasped for breath, looking depressed, rolled his eyes, and fainted. Feng pouted: "Third child, resist that person back." ”

He was wearing a straw skirt, and his tiger skin clothes were not ready, so he had to wait two days before he could go. This morning, I listened to my father's spittle and blowing cattle for a long time, and I saw my father's appearance of showing off his martial arts and eyebrows, and he faintly longed for it. Feng saw the surprised thought, and said: "You are still young, in two years, your body will be stronger, Lao Tzu will train you, don't worry." As he spoke, he picked up the gourd beside him and poured a sip of wine.

The place where the clan is located is a huge open space, except for the place where they live, there is no shelter, and there is a tall guard tower on the east side, generally speaking, no wild beasts will rashly enter the territory, which can be regarded as a precaution. To the west is a large river that flows endlessly, so the west is also the most important place for the tribe to rely on, but at the same time the most dangerous. To the south are the cultivated crops, and there are the most patrolling. The place where the wind hunts indicates the north, and it is also the direction of the Great Black Mountain, and the tribe is on the periphery of the Great Black Mountain, so there are occasional beasts, but there are no demons.

The third child came to Feng's house, "Leader, that person has woken up, his name is Xiao Fengyao, Xiao Chengren's clan, and he is the son of the son who has suffered and fallen here." Feng nodded to indicate that he understood, and the third child turned around and left. The wind turned around but found that he was shocked, and shook his head and ignored him.

Wandering around in shock, he is young, has never suffered hardships, has red lips and white teeth, and is quite loved. I have been yearning for the outside world for a long time, and the Montenegrin clan will migrate every six months, and sometimes passing by the big city, the Montenegrin clan will also change something. I saw those people a few months ago, and they were dressed in beautiful clothes, not around animal skins. They all talked and laughed, and all the women were also skinned like clotted fat and beautiful like flowers, not like the women of the tribe with dark and rough skin, and more or less scars on their bodies.

The wind is surprised how there can be a weak boy at the foot of this big black mountain, the clothes on the son brother have seen the wind, not that rich people can't afford to wear clothes of that kind of material. The wind is a person who has been outside, and he has seen it, but this is already autumn, and the tribe has to migrate to the south before the arrival of winter, and there is no spare food. At the end, he touched his head and thought, "If it's useful, it's good to stay, if it's useless, it doesn't matter if it's alive or dead." ”

Shocked and Xiao Fengyao stared at each other with wide eyes, looked at it carefully, and didn't see anything, his little head was swaying. Then he asked, "You are the son-in-law of Xiao Cheng?"

The man is in his thirties, with shoulder-length hair, thin cheeks, and a high nose. He smiled, politely, and bowed with his fists: "Exactly, my surname is Xiao, the eldest in the family, Mingyao, Xiao Fengyao is below." ”

Shocked and a little confused, this person said a lot, and he only vaguely knew that his name was Xiao Fengyao. "Oh, I'm surprised, I've seen Xiao Cheng, the city walls are very high, and the people there are beautiful. Xiao Fengyao saw that this kid was very likable and interesting, so he replied to his words. "I'm from Xiaocheng, I'm free by nature, I like freedom, this time I went to the Great Black Mountain with the mercenary group, I was in danger halfway, I got lost, fortunately the people here rescued me from righteousness, I was about to come to the door to thank you." ”

He exclaimed, "The person who saved you is my father, and he is the leader here." Xiao Fengyao's face was happy, "That's right, please lead the way in front of the troublesome little brother, I want to thank the chief for saving his life." ”

Nodding in surprise and walking outside the house, Xiao Fengyao hurriedly followed. Jing asked as he walked: "What does Xiao Cheng look like?" Jing had only seen Xiao Cheng from a distance outside, but he had never entered. Xiao Fengyao thought for a while and said: "Xiaocheng is full of traffic, there is an endless stream of pedestrians, tens of thousands of merchants and shops, it is very prosperous, and the scenery of Xiaocheng is naturally much more varied than this big black mountain, but in comparison, it is less majestic, and there is no need to say much about the advantages and disadvantages." ”

Surprised and asked: "Is there anyone in Xiao Cheng who is better than my father?" Xiao Fengyao replied: "Naturally, there are, if you are in the spiritual vein, you can cultivate immortals, among which there are countless powers, and the leader is still a little inferior." "He is not embarrassed to say that your father is a monk of the Qi Refining Realm, and he can only be majestic at the foot of this big black mountain, after all, people have saved themselves, and they don't look good if they don't say it, Xiao Fengyao said with a look of longing.

Surprised, "So powerful?!" Surprised to know his own Lao Tzu's ability, he had seen his father beat a tiger to death with one punch, and looked at Xiao Fengyao after speaking: "You know so much, you should also be an immortal, right?" Xiao Fengyao sighed, sad in his heart, and his face was bitter:" I was born with a waste vein, I can't cultivate, I can't be considered an immortal, and I can't be considered an immortal even if I am like a leader, I can only be called a monk, a real immortal, not to mention punching a tiger, it is easy to turn over mountains and seas, little brother, you must not say to others that the leader is an immortal, if this reputation spreads, and it is found that the name does not match the truth, it is asking for trouble. ”

Martial artists practice their bodies first and then practice qi, each major step is divided into nine small steps, and every three small steps is a bottleneck, and Feng is now a martial artist at the peak of the sixth order of qi refining. When he was young, he went out to explore, and he also went into the depths of the Great Black Mountain to experience, relying on several opportunities and natural strength to get to where he is today, and became the leader of the tribe.

There are not many tricks in this exercise, no other, hard training. Summer practice Sanfu, winter practice Sanjiu, natural water comes naturally, there is a natural talent or physical exercises can also speed up the progress, this big step is mainly to expand the meridians, dredge the spiritual veins, of course, if you don't have that qualification, such as Xiao Fengyao is generally in vain, this kind of people account for the majority, it is not unusual.

The territory is not big, and he was shocked to take Xiao Fengyao to his door at this time. "Father, I'm back. "There is a wooden pier in front of the door, and a big man is sitting on the wooden pier. Seeing this, Xiao Fengyao hurriedly stepped forward, "Thank you for the leader's great grace in saving your life." As he spoke, he clasped his hands into fists and bowed.

Feng showed the majesty of the leader at this time, stood up, and helped Xiao Fengyao up, "You're welcome, where is Your Excellency from, do you have a place to go?"

Xiao Fengyao said to the wind again according to what he said just now, paused for a moment, and said helplessly: "I have injuries on my body, it is not suitable to travel far, the mountains and rivers are far away, and the road is difficult, I am afraid that I will have to talk for a while." ”

Feng smiled secretly in his heart, and on the surface he was confident, he thought, "Isn't he a white eater?" "Oh~~, I see, I don't know what Childe used to do? ”

Xiao Fengyao's face was bitter, he used to be the son of everyone, read thousands of books, and was a first-class talent in Xiao Cheng, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. But in this deep mountain and old forest, it doesn't seem to come in handy. He Jing observed carefully along the way, and the people in this tribe walked like flying one by one. Look at yourself again, your body is delicate and soft, you can't carry it on your shoulders, you can't lift it in your hands, it's useless. In the past, wherever he went, there were servants to follow, and nothing else, but there was a lot of money, and he used it wherever he did.

Xiao Fengyao said strongly: "Although the leader commands, Xiao Fengyao is duty-bound!" In Xiao Fengyao's mind, it is nothing more than some strength work, and patience will pass, when the time comes, the sky will be high and the birds will fly, and the sea will be wide with the fish jumping, and Lao Tzu will not go wherever he wants.

Feng said: "Listening to what you say, you are a big man, and you are a well-read person, I don't know if you really have the ability." ”

As soon as he heard this, Xiao Fengyao's spirit was shocked, his eyes showed a bright light, and he said proudly: "That's nature!" "Okay!" Feng stroked his palms and smiled: "I have seven children, you are responsible for teaching them to read and write, do you have any objections?"

Xiao Fengyao was overjoyed when he heard this, it would be great if he could do what he liked. But then he was a little lonely, "I am a first-class talent in Xiaocheng, but today I am a teacher, so it's not bad." ”

Xiao Fengyao went back to his house to prepare, and he would go to class the day after tomorrow, the time was pressing, he had to think about it, don't mistake people's children.

At night, the frightened mother returned, a heroic woman with a hideous scar on her face, her name was Magpie.

The people at the foot of the Great Black Mountain do not have surnames, they rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water, and the mountains and rivers are their gods. None of them believe it, the name is taken randomly, like a magpie, today the child is born, there is a magpie flying outside, okay, it's a magpie. It's like the wind, if it's windy today, it's called wind.

Feng Tongque talked about today's events, and with his own thoughts, the magpie leaned on the wind's shoulder, and his hideous face was not so terrifying. Magpie's voice was hoarse, his voice was soft, and he said quietly: "Brother Feng, you are right, we can't let our children live this kind of life." She pinched her throat and touched the scar on her face, and a few lines of tears slowly remained.

"Listen to you, this stinky boy always says that Lao Tzu brags, and his skin is very tight, so you go and persuade him. The wind gently wiped away the magpie's tears, and the magpie nodded, "Tomorrow, the child is asleep." ”