Chapter Twenty-Seven: Panic

Uncle Merlun went up the mountain a few days ago. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In winter, there are not many people who go up to the mountains to hunt, especially when it is close to the end of the year and there is another heavy snowfall.

So Uncle Meron didn't call anyone else this time, he was alone, with a longbow on his back, a pot of white feathered arrows hanging from his waist, a scimitar in his hand, and dry food and left.

There's a reason why Uncle Merlun still goes hunting at this time.

Some time ago, he injured his leg and didn't go to the mountains for a month or two, so his family didn't make any money for a month or two.

Originally, the food at home was enough to eat until the beginning of spring next year, but some time ago, the whole village was invited to celebrate Mo Qing's safe return and had a big meal.

Pillars, bolts, and Mo Zhan sent him prey home, but they were all sent back by Uncle Mo Lun.

A person who has been strong for half his life, but now he has to accept gifts from others, which makes it difficult for him to accept in his heart.

Although he knew that the few of them didn't mean anything else, he still resigned

In his heart, a qualified hunter should rely on his own efforts to support this family.

Don't say anything rich and expensive, but at least don't worry about food and clothing.

As for relying on others for help, he is not a good man, and certainly not a good hunter.

This is the pride that belongs to Uncle Merron, the persistence of a good hunter.

In fact, Uncle Merlun has other ideas.

The New Year is coming, this is the first New Year after the arrival of his own boy, and he can't be wronged by anything.

Although he knew that the stinky boy didn't care about these things, his Moron children couldn't be worse than others.

When he came out, he explained to his mother-in-law, the tiger skin that he had never been willing to sell, it is estimated that it has become clothes.

Thinking that Mo Qing was wearing new clothes and looking like a tiger cub, Uncle Mo Lun felt a burst of pride in his heart.

This is the first of its kind in Murakami!

Which family in the village got a tiger skin, didn't it be rare to keep it, and then take it to the market town and sell it for a good price?

After all, a tiger skin is sold, and the food exchanged for food is enough for the family to eat and drink for two months, and it is really rare for him to make this tiger skin into clothes.

But Uncle Mo Lun doesn't care about this, he just wants to dress Mo Qing up beautifully, and as for spending some things, he really doesn't care.

If you have hands and feet, you can't bitterly chill your child.

This kid has now embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, and this is the first time in ten miles and eight towns.

If he hadn't known that this matter couldn't be publicized, he would have wanted to go to the town and invite the troupe to have a good time on it for a few days, so that people would know that he had a queen and that he was still such an extraordinary son.

On the way to practice, there is Brother Huang, and even if he has the heart, he can't give him any help, but he must also supply food well, and he can't delay his cultivation because of food.

His own child is angry, blessed, and can cultivate immortals, not to mention those magical immortal methods, but for the life span that is far beyond ordinary people, I must fully support him.

There are a few parents in this world who don't want their children to be good, and pay unreservedly, just for that parent,

Although Mo Qing still calls him uncle, Uncle Mo Lun is still extremely excited to fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

After eating the last mouthful of hot dry food, and drinking two sips of hot water, Uncle Merlun sat down on the stone and rested for a while, covered the coals that had become a little dull with earth, and then took his belongings and went out of the hut.

The wooden hut was built by the villagers during hunting in the past, just to have a good rest spot on the way to hunting, and there are simple daily necessities such as dry firewood, fire knives and flints.

Although the wooden house was simple, it was still much warmer than the outside, and when he stepped out of the wooden house, Uncle Merlun shivered excitedly.

Tighten the clothes on his body, and walk towards the mountains and forests in front of him.

This time the luck is not very good, I don't know if it's because the weather is too cold, the animals are hidden, Uncle Merlun from the time he entered the mountain to the present, except for a twenty or thirty pound wild sheep, nothing has been hit, which makes him secretly anxious, so he decided to go to the mountain.

It's colder inside than outside, because it's too high, and the higher it is, the colder it gets.

As a result, the snow in the low-lying areas outside has almost melted, and there is still a lot of snow in the mountains.

Uncle Meron crouched on the ground, carefully identifying the hoof prints in the snow.

This should be left by an adult deer, and this fat deer is enough for a good year.

After seeing these hoof prints, Uncle Merlun immediately raised his spirits, touched the longbow that was cross-carried behind him, and took a handful of frozen water snot on the trunk of the tree next to him, and stood up.

Follow the hoof prints on the ground, step on the remaining snow, go around the bushes in front of you, and walk to the left.

A few jackdaws, standing on dry branches and cowering, croaked twice at Uncle Merron, who was shuttling through the forest, and then lowered his head to comb his dark feathers, as if he had a special affection for them.

Different birds have different lives.

The few birds that were captured by the Fu General, except for the few who died in the morning, the rest of the birds finally didn't have to endure the torture of the non-birds.

At this time, they were worn on two wooden sticks, and gradually emitted a burst of fragrance under the light of the flames.

When a few birds were about to barbecue them in Moqing, they had already been tossed by the Fu Jiang and had few hairs left.

This may be the sequelae left by Fu Jiang after he was plucked by himself in his previous life. Mo Qing thought to herself.

After sprinkling a layer of spices brought from home, the barbecue is complete.

The roast bird meat is charred on the outside and crispy on the inside, and the Huang Yaoshi who eats it is full of praise. Looking at the unfinished Huang Laoxi, Mo Qing handed over the string in his hand.

"Hehe, the kid has grown up and knows how to honor his elders. ”

Huang Laoxie said this in his mouth, but he didn't reach out to take it.

"Don't fake the kid here, and now there's no one else, I ate this thing this morning, and I left it for you. ”

Mo Qing took out a steaming meat bone from the pot, nibbled it twice, then pursed his lips and stuffed the string of roast birds in his hand into Huang Laoxie's hand.

Huang Laoxiao laughed and scolded when he heard this: "Little rabbit cub, how can anyone say this about the elders." ”

After saying that, he laughed again, as if he was amused by his hypocritical behavior just now, opened his mouth, and bit off a bird's leg in one bite, chewing it with a clattering sound.

That's right, a family, how can there be so much exquisiteness.

Mo Qing chewed the meat slowly, and dragged the blessed general who was holding a medicinal herb there and gnawed non-stop, into his arms.

After discovering a skullcap at that time, I was relieved.

This guy doesn't know when he got the problem, and now he likes to take medicine, and he also likes to take those old medicines that are old.

At first, it was just a little bit, but now it's better, and it's getting worse, and if it comes across some good medicine, it can eat that thing as a meal.

At first, Mo Qing was worried that it had taken the wrong medicine and poisoned itself, but later found that it had eaten so much that there was nothing wrong with it, so he slowly put his mind at ease.

Fu Jiang looked at Huang Yaoshi, who was full of unkindness, and jumped from Mo Qing's arms to the tree, holding the thick roots of the skullcap, and looking at Huang Laoxie with a vigilant face,

After a moment to make sure he wouldn't make any other moves, he started gnawing again.

There will be a reason why Huang Yaoshi wants to beat up Fu, the few medicinal herbs he treasured were stolen and eaten, and no matter how good his temper is, he will take some radical actions.

Originally, as a small accomplished alchemist, Huang Yaoshi didn't pay attention to those medicinal herbs, but when he saw it holding a medicinal herb that was no less than eighty years old, gnawing in front of you like a big radish, he couldn't help the urge to beat it anymore.

What a waste of things!

Huang Yaoshi was actually very surprised in his heart, as an alchemy expert, he clearly knew how much energy was contained in a year-old medicinal herb.

Although it is just an ordinary medicinal material, it is too far behind the elixir, but the energy contained in it is still not to be underestimated.

A Qi cultivation stage disciple with a lower cultivation level would not be able to withstand it after swallowing these medicinal materials continuously.

Ke Fu swallowed it like that, not even purifying, it seemed that the impurities in the medicine and those energies did not affect him in the slightest.

Look at its fist-like body, I really don't know where it has put all this energy.

Although Huang Laoxie knew about the existence of the spirit beast, he couldn't see a trace of the shadow of the spirit beast from the fist-sized thing in front of him.

Fu Jiang seems to have the ability to find medicinal herbs, and when he came in this valley, he also looked around, although the aura here is relatively sufficient, but he also found two ephedra plants that have grown for decades.

But this guy has nothing to do, so he holds a plant and doesn't know where to find it, and the old medicine keeps gnawing.

This made Huang Yaoshi very angry, so he had to treat it as a little monster like Mo Qing in his heart.

In the afternoon, Huang Laoxie and Mo Qing appeared outside the Black Stone Slope together, just out of the valley as if rushing in the direction of Mo Village.

I don't know why, Mo Qing was so flustered this afternoon, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen.

At noon, I couldn't eat even a single bone without gnawing it, and I ran Aoki Gong cross-legged, and I couldn't settle down anyway.

So he started practicing the fireball technique again, but he almost didn't burn Huang Laoxi's beard.

Huang Laoxie found out that he finally found out that his state was wrong, and after asking the reason, he immediately took the distraught Mo Qing and ran out of Changchun Valley to his home.

As a former immortal cultivator, he understood what this feeling was all about, and he just prayed vigorously in his heart that nothing too bad would happen, this family was too fragile to bear the toss.