Stretching for thousands of miles, the Heiyan Mountains across several major states have a treacherous terrain, the depths of the mountains are full of poor mountains and bad waters, lonely peaks and valleys, vicious fog and poisonous miasma everywhere, fierce beasts and poisonous snakes are rampant, and there are even big snakes as thick as buckets, dozens of zhang long, which can easily swallow several people in one bite; demon wolves that are as strong as cattle and have no grass where they pass in groups; violent bears with infinite strength, which are more than two zhang high when they stand up, and can smash rocks with one slap. And the depths of the core of the mountain range are said to hide great dangers, and it is a terrifying place that even the immortals who fly to the sky dare not set foot in.

The night was as cool as water, and a full moon hung high in the air, sprinkling a soft hazy light on the huge Black Flame Mountains and a small mountain village in the col, and the village was so quiet that nothing could be heard except the faint sound of snoring, and the mountain people who had worked hard all day had fallen asleep early.

At this moment, Wang Chuan was looking at a worn-out and yellowed booklet in his hand with a happy face, "I can finally feel a faint airflow in my body, it's not easy, it's been eight years, I can see some effect", put down the old book in his hand, Wang Chuan slowly let go of the coiled legs, slowly stood up, and gently rubbed his thighs with his hands, the thighs were a little numb after a long time of meditation, and the blood was not very smooth, kneading for a while, he felt that the leg sensation was completely restored, and he gently pushed open the old wooden door and walked to the small courtyard.

The moonlight shone on Wang Chuan's face, this is an ordinary young man from a mountain village, with a green and thin face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly dark and rough skin, and thick hands and feet;

The room was simply furnished, with neatly folded white bedding on the bed, an old wooden table and a few crudely made wooden stools, and a pair of bows and arrows hanging on the walls and a hunting knife glittering in the moonlight were probably the most valuable items in the room.

The small courtyard in front of me was unusually simple, with a wooden fence of varying heights surrounding a small area of fairly smooth clearing, with a few stone locks in the middle for hard work, and a few blooming wildflowers in the corner of the wall adding a bit of life to the yard.

Walking slowly along the courtyard a few times, looking at the quiet mountain village, the black and dark mountains like sleeping beasts, Wang Chuan's thoughts slowly drifted away: although practicing this old book called the Cultivation of the Body Sutra cannot soar through the clouds and fog and fly away, but after practicing, the effect is also obvious, and his body far exceeds the standard of his peers: running ten miles and eight miles of rugged mountain roads, the strongest boys in the village are out of breath, and they are not panting and their faces are not red; carrying dozens of pounds of prey on their backs to walk dozens of miles of mountain roads is still nothing, and a hundred pounds of stone locks can dance with one hand。

I have to keep practicing this body, well, the way of heaven is long, I am not impatient or impatient, and one day I will achieve something. Like the men in the village, since he was a child, he has been busy collecting medicines, hunting, and taking care of the fields, and when he grows up, he marries a wife, gives birth to a bunch of babies, and continues to hunt and collect medicine and farm.

This is not what I want, I want to go my own way, life is short, but a hundred years, how can I be mediocre and miserable? I have to work hard to not come to this world in vain.

Wang Chuan feels that the biggest difference between himself and the people in the village is that he has a heart that is not willing to be ordinary.

Like other people in the village, Wang Chuan's ancestors have also been living in this small mountain village, his parents took Xiao Wang Chuan to rely on a few acres of thin fields and hunting in the mountains to live, although the days are a little difficult, but the family is also harmonious and beautiful, but unfortunately Wang Chuan was eight years old when his father never came back in a hunt, and then his mother also died due to overwork, leaving a small Wang Chuan alone, the kind-hearted villagers squeezed out their own rations, you and I helped Xiao Wang Chuan who could not live independently, so Wang Chuan, who grew up from a snack of 100 family meals, was far more precocious than his peers, cautious and tenacious。

"All my parents left me was this house and this old book called Yangshenjing." , Wang Chuan picked up the booklet that has been close to his body and gently stroked, the origin of this yellowed old book is quite peculiar, a hunt, Wang Tao is Wang Chuan's father unfortunately lost when chasing a beast, in the mountains and forests for a few days, accidentally found a hidden small cave, in which a corpse sits, its hand is holding this body Sutra, although illiterate, but Wang Tao, who is very in awe of the book, still carefully brought back this old book, just to the village in the west of the Li blacksmith to learn to read and write Xiao Wang Chuan, just this book of health care Wang Chuan has been practicing without a teacher since he can read and read。

"Tomorrow I have to get up early and go into the mountains to hunt, hoping to successfully hunt a silver fox, so that I can buy back the iron-bone bow I have been dreaming of for a long time. Wang Chuan shook his head and walked back into the room, the moonlight shining through the crack in the door on the boy who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and as he breathed, there seemed to be a trace of light around him.

Although there are treasures everywhere in the Black Flame Mountain, the ordinary mountain people who rely on the mountains only dare to move around the periphery for dozens of miles, hunting some ordinary beasts and picking some ordinary herbs, and they do not dare to explore deeply at all, even if the deep mountains are full of herbs and many prey.

The small mountain village is located on the edge of the outer edge of the mountain range, the mountain village is very small, the small one does not have its own name, the village is scattered with dozens of families, most of the houses are simple mud and straw houses, the houses are low and dilapidated, the earthen walls have been mottled, and it can only shelter from the wind and rain; several winding paths connect the families into a small village.

The men in the village take care of the thin fields at the edge of the village, go into the mountains to hunt in their spare time, hunt some ordinary wild boar roe deer in the nearby mountains, the prey is reluctant to eat, and they are generally taken to the town at the foot of the mountain, and replaced with daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and coarse cloth clothes on the family.

As soon as the sky was bright, Wang Chuan, who got up early, was dancing two stone locks in his yard.

"Xiaochuan, are you going into the mountains with us today?" A rough voice came, and a few middle-aged hunters with bows and knives walked over on the path.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, Uncle Zhang, I'm 。。。。。。 today Wang Chuan hesitated for a moment, but decided to go into the mountain alone, "I plan to go to the north today to find the silver fox, and by the way, pick a few golden needle grasses." ”

"That's it, that's up to you, anyway, your kid is agile, and he is a good hunter, ...... than your father" Uncle Wang's voice with a thick beard was low: "Pay attention to your safety, don't run too far, remember not to go to Fishbone Peak, it's dangerous over there." ”

Uncle Li, who was black and strong like an iron tower on the side, moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed and waved his hand at Wang Chuan.

"I know, thank you uncles, I'll look for the silver fox near the Black Rock Mountain in the north, I won't run far, a few uncles had better bring a wild boar back, Uncle Zhang's roasted wild boar leg drools when he thinks about it. He waved his hand at several old hunters with a smile and said loudly, seeing the concern of these elders for him, Wang Chuan was also deeply moved in his heart.

"Boar legs, we remember, be careful on your own road. A few hunters drifted away, and their figures slowly sank into the depths of the mountain.

"Well, the knife is a little blunt, it's time to sharpen it again, there are eight more arrows, it's enough, and the dry food and water bladders are ready. Wang Chuan took the trouble to carefully inspect the equipment entering the mountain, grinding what should be grinded, and what should be supplemented.

After half an hour, Wang Chuan has finished the inspection, the outfit is complete, the weapons are placed in the most convenient position, in the case of a situation, can pick up the weapon as quickly as possible to deal with it, in the dangerous mountains, in the face of sudden danger, the hunter will become the prey at any time, become the food in the mouth of the beast, maybe a little faster time is the world's difference, this is the experience of countless hunters with blood lessons.