A large river has wide waves, and green hills on both sides of the river come into the clouds. At the foot of the green hills near the river, there is a small village with only a dozen families, the men hunting and cutting firewood, and the women weaving cloth and planting rice. Under the shade of green trees, chickens and dogs smell each other, a peaceful and harmonious scene, like a paradise.

In the middle of the village, on an open flat ground dozens of feet wide, a lean boy of eleven or twelve years old stepped on a horse, and was drawing his bow to shoot at a humanoid grass target five or six feet away on the field. The grass target was about five feet tall and five or six inches wide, and a black dot about the size of an inch was marked in the center of the heart, which was exactly what he was aiming at.

The little boy let go of his right hand that was tightening the bowstring, and only heard a "whoosh", and the goose feather feather arrow crossed a curved arc, firmly piercing the center of the target, shooting through the grass target, and half an arrow shaft was revealed behind the grass target.

"yes, hit again!" the little boy jumped up happily wiping his sweat. Every time he shoots at a grass target, he occasionally hits the bull's-eye two or three times, and he is very satisfied with today's archery practice.

"Jing'er, my father is going to visit your uncle in the city tomorrow, you go to Huajia Mountain to pick some fresh fruits, and bring them to his old man's house tomorrow." A middle-aged man in his thirties with dark skin and a strong body said to the excited little boy with satisfaction after silently watching the little boy's practice.

"Daddy, I've been in this backcountry since I was born, and I never knew what color the sky was outside. Now, I can go into the city. ”

The little boy wiped the sweat from his face, jumped up happily, rushed to the strong man's side, hugged his neck and kissed him fiercely. The sturdy man is none other than the little boy's father, Wang Yuan.

"Rabbit cub, I'm not a pretty girl, what's there to kiss, wait for you to find a beautiful daughter-in-law another day and kiss hard. Okay, go and go back quickly, don't fight with Wang Cheng and Wang Song on the way. Wang Yuan wiped the saliva on his face and scolded with a smile.

"You know, it's your wordy. The little boy deftly avoided the giant palm of the strong man's feint, carried the bamboo basket that had been prepared a long time ago, and left the shooting range with a smoke.

The little boy's name is Wang Jing, and his ancestors have lived in this barren mountain for three generations, making a living by collecting medicine and hunting. Because hunting requires climbing and fighting wild beasts all year round, all adult men and women in the countryside have some combat and shooting skills. Under the influence of the children in the village, they will stretch their arms and kick their legs a few times since they were young, and their bodies are much stronger than the average children of the same age in the city.

Wang Jingzu had a barefoot doctor who knew how to pick mountain herbs for external application and internal use to strengthen the body, and these methods have been passed down from generation to generation, and the descendants of the family have been enjoying this treatment since birth. Wang Jing has taken a lot of snake gall loquat dew since he was a child, and soaked in various mountain and wild herbs that strengthen the body and invigorate the blood. Because of the influence of these herbs, Wang Jing has been deaf and clear-eyed since he was a child, with strong blood and strong physical strength. It's not very tall, but it's definitely flexible.

Under the strict supervision of his father, Wang Jing began to tie sand legs and punch sandbags from the age of 3, and practiced a good fighting technique by the age of 10. If you jump, you can jump over a small ditch of two or three meters, and if you lean against a tree, you can quickly climb to the top of a smooth plane tree seven or eight meters high. Particularly outstanding is his archery skills, within twenty steps, he can shoot at a wooden target with a radius of one foot.

Although Wang Jing has the potential to be a natural excellent hunter, he does not want to be an ordinary hunter who lives in the mountains all year round, but wants to be an immortal who can fly around in the air according to legend. Wang Jing's favorite story is the fairy legend told by Mr. Private School, although Mr. knows very few stories, he still relish it after listening to it repeatedly, and he has always wanted to go to the city to hear more stories of immortals.

Although the people in Wang Jing's village are fierce, the people are poor but get along harmoniously. In the village, only Wang Cheng and Wang Song are of the same age as Wang Jing, the three of them practice hunting skills together every day, go to the private school in the next village to study together, and occasionally have a blue nose and swollen face for the big thing of sesame mung beans, but after two days they are as good as brothers.

Among the three, although Wang Jing is the youngest, he is about the same size, so in simple physical contact games, they always have their own wins and losses. However, because of his unruliness, he was often cleaned up by Wang Cheng and Wang Song, which made Wang Jing's parents look very uncomfortable in their eyes.

Although Wang Jing's physical strength is not as good as that of people, he is very smart, and he never forgets the words taught by Mr. Private School, and after returning home, he also uses tiles to carve on the sand behind the house, densely packed with a large area. Wang Jing went to private school at the age of seven, and in the past five years, he has learned eight or nine out of ten of the book knowledge compiled by Mr. Private School, and he is deeply valued by Mr. Wang.

Mr. is a Confucian who came to take refuge in the city, his ancestors were immortals, he was knowledgeable, and in his spare time, he also specially taught Wang Jing a lot of strange ancient characters.

Those ancient characters were extremely complicated, and the other students felt dizzy when they saw it, and they were afraid to avoid it one by one, only Wang Jing was full of interest. Over time, Wang Jing was learning these words taught by Mr. alone. In his spare time, Wang Jing often asked his husband all kinds of strange questions, such as why immortals can fly, and how demon beasts can spit fire, these are not things that Mr. can solve.

The more confused, the heavier Wang Jing's curiosity becomes, in order to get out of this mountain village in the future, Wang Jing often borrows various anecdotal notes collected by Mr., repeatedly thinks about the general trend of the world, and understands the world of flowers and flowers outside, far more than ordinary children.

Before dark, Wang Jing took the tall Wang Cheng and Wang Song, carrying three baskets of fiery red wild fruits, and came back in a hurry, and there were still three bloody pheasants hanging on the baskets, which were obviously shot down by arrows.

These fiery red fruits are called dog chains, the size of fingernails, sweet and sour, and are a rare delicacy for people in the city. Wang Jing's father also often took dog chains and prey to the city in exchange for daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and sometimes visited Wang Jing's uncle as a meeting gift.

At dinner, Wang Jingmei danced and recounted the three of them picking wild fruits and hunting pheasants.

"Daddy, today I shot two pheasants and picked half a basket of wild fruits, Wang Cheng hunted a pheasant and picked a basket of wild fruits, Wang Song didn't shoot the wild things, so he concentrated on picking a basket of half wild fruits, and they wanted me to bring these things to the city and sell them, and buy them something delicious to bring back. ”

"Hehe, Jing'er is good, now learn to do business. I guess you agreed to bring them pine nut cloud cake again?" Wang Yuan said with a smile as he looked at Wang Jing, whose eyebrows were fluttering.

"Hehe, Daddy is really smart, and he can guess it. Wang Jing smiled at his father.

"Don't praise each other, eat quickly, rest early, and travel dozens of miles tomorrow. A woman in her thirties wearing a blue cloth served a dish to the father and son, and scolded with a happy smile.

"Mother, don't you often say that everyone praises priceless treasures, and everyone can't step on an inch? Today, my father praises me, and I am one point closer to priceless treasures. ”

"If you want to be praised, you must have the ability to be praised. ”

"I have no arrows and more than a dozen books in my chest, and I am already outstanding among my peers. Wang Jing put down his rice bowl, straightened his chest, and said unconvinced.

"Your father named you Wang Jing, just hoping that you will be a useful person in the future and be respected by others in the future. ”

"Got it. After Wang Jing hurriedly replied to his mother's words, he obediently buried his head in eating.

"No matter what, you are a priceless treasure in my mother's heart. Wang Jing's mother put a chicken leg into his bowl and said softly.

Before dawn the next day, Wang Jing was woken up by his parents from the bed, and the two-wheeled cart outside the yard was already full of pheasants, hares, wild boars, wild fox furs, and three bamboo baskets of red dog chains as wild fruits. On the table in the hall were a plate of white-flour steamed buns and two bowls of porridge, which were still steaming. In order for the two of them to enter the city, it seems that the mother has been busy all night and has not slept well.