After experiencing hardships, life and death, Qingxu returned to the foot of Maoshan Mountain and became a hunter and an archer.

Every day, he carried a bow and a pot of arrows and went hunting in the mountains.

It was one noon in early winter, and in the depths of Maoshan Mountain, he saw a wild boar, a huge fat wild boar. The wild boar was burying its head in the withered yellow grass with its mouth arched to find food, suddenly heard a small wild boar not far away from the sound of the sound of the sound, the wild boar ran madly in the direction of the sound, Qingxu also followed it all the way over, only to see a small wild boar not far away was caught by the hunter's bow sleeve, the little wild boar called helplessly, a girl was facing away from them and concentrating on trying to solve the little boar, a vicious wolf spread out and pounced, the huge fat boar also rushed to the girl like crazy。

Qingxu drew his bow, drew his arrow, and fired three arrows in a row, and the wolf fell down in response, and the huge fat boar knelt on its two hind legs, still desperately rushing forward, and the grass it walked through was stained with blood, but it still rushed forward desperately, and let out a roar.

After the girl rescued the little boar, she found herbs and crushed the wound applied to the little boar in her mouth, and tore off her clothes to help it bandage it. Then he walked over to the roaring big fat boar and muttered softly, and after a while, the big fat boar stopped roaring, and the girl bit the herbs she found in her mouth to apply to its wounds, and tore off her clothes to help it bandage it. Only then did he stand up and bow deeply to Qingxu, and said, "Thank you for saving me." ”

Her name is Yirou, eighteen years old, with clear and bright eyes, curved willow eyebrows, snow-white skin, and a small cherry mouth like rose petals.

Qingxu was stunned by the beautiful woman in front of him, and he fell in love with him deeply. He fell in love with the most beautiful girl, Yirou.

The two of them lived in the Butterfly Valley at the foot of Maoshan Mountain, where they built three thatched houses, with flowers all over the ground in front of the door, trees behind the door, and beautiful butterflies flying in the yard. They lived a life like a fairy couple of men and women weaving, and the two of them lived and flew together.

At his wife's request, he went out hunting once every three days, each time with only three arrows, and shot only ferocious wild birds and beasts.

After two happy days. One morning in the late autumn of the third year, the sky shone softly, and the larks flew over the golden rice fields and flew up to the treetops singing merrily, and Qingxu took a bow and three arrows, and said goodbye to his beloved and beautiful wife and went out hunting.

He went into the depths of the mountain, found a hillside facing the sun and lay down, and he thought that in order to make his wife happy, he would only shoot one arrow a day from today onwards.

At this time, he saw a huge fat Maoshan wild goat on the grassy slope not far away, snow-white wool, round body, his eyes lit up, and he thought that he could not hunt for ten days after beating this sheep, and the snow-white shearling was just to help his wife make winter cotton clothes, thinking of this, he smiled happily.

He took his bow and arrows, and moved lightly to the goat's vicinity, and he drew his bow to the goat, and something strange happened, and the big fat goat did not run away, but looked at him with a begging look with tears in his eyes. Qingxu's heart softened, and the hand that drew the bow loosened, but a cool autumn wind blew, and it seemed that he heard someone say, "You are stupid, where can you find such a huge fat wild goat?" He regained his strength, drew his bow, wound his arrows, and shot an arrow at the big, fat wild goat. The strings sounded, the arrows flew, and the goats fell.

In the evening, Qingxu came home early, and happily told his wife that he had decided to shoot only one arrow a day in the future.

His wife brought him tea, and for the first time accompanied him, watching him hang the big, fat wild goat from a big tree in the yard, and then watching him begin to peel, disembowel, and disembowel.

As he raised and dropped his sword, the belly of the wild goat opened under his blade, and with an exclamation, his wife exclaimed miserably: "What evil have I done!"

He looked stupidly at the sight of the wild goat, the huge fat of the wild goat was because there was a small goat in his belly, the butcher knife in his hand fell to the ground, but his wife ran to the depths of the mountain crying.

He chased after his wife all the way, chased all the way, shouted all the way, and never caught up. The moon was already hanging high in the treetops, and he returned to the thatched hut alone, and he saw a set of baby's clothes on the table in the room, which were as delicate as peach blossoms, and people liked them very much. He understood that his wife was pregnant.

He looked again, and there was still a jar of osmanthus wine on the table. He clearly remembered that this jar of wine was specially made for her by his wife the year before last.

He walked to the door with the altar of osmanthus wine, sat on the threshold, and looked at the depths of the mountain and the distance where his wife walked. He heard the sound of the wind so sad, and the huge fat mountain hanging from the big tree in front of him became a man.

He saw a person, a white-haired old man who was using a knife to peel his skin one by one, and countless blood-red bugs were devouring the man's flesh and sucking his blood.

He shuddered, ran back to the room, found Huang Li, and looked at Huang Li blankly, as if he remembered something.

He picked up the yellow calendar and sat on the threshold, staring blankly at the sky, listening to the sound of blood dripping from the corpse on the tree.

He remembered, he remembered that day he stepped on the colorful clouds under his feet and flew away, and when he arrived at the South China Sea, it was summer, and the South China Sea was as hot as fire. He went out to sea to fish with a little fishing girl on the beach with a small wooden boat, encountered the waves, the boat capsized, and he drifted in the sea for three days and three nights, but he still did not escape the fate of being eaten by sharks.

He woke up, the autumn wind blew the leaves, his clothes were in tatters, he lived on a cane, hunched over, carrying a rag bag made up of seventeen or eighteen dirty rag patches, and walked on the street of Jiankang Horse Lane in the capital. He went door to door begging, and every family closed the door when they saw his arrival, and for six or seven days in a row, he did not get a grain of rice, and he fainted in the corner of the courtyard wall of a large family.

In a coma, he saw a little girl, with phoenix eyebrows and bright eyes, skin like snow, walking over with tears in her eyes to wake herself up, and said, "Old man, wake up, there are freshly baked cakes here." She took him by the hand as soft as a snow lotus root and said, "Hurry up, eat it while it's hot!" and the little girl gave him a freshly baked biscuit and everything she had.

He saw that there were two little boys and a middle-aged man walking with the little girl, and he clearly heard the passer-by call the middle-aged man "Qin Zhongzheng". He couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, Qin Zhongzheng, could it be Qin Xiaotian, the official of the Central Justice? Looking at that little girl again, he seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it, he just felt that she was very kind. He squinted his eyes and ate the pancakes sweetly, thinking back to where he had seen that beautiful little girl, when suddenly a carriage came galloping over him and pressed against him.

He looked quietly into the distance, and counted to "one, two, three, four, five...... with his hands, and suddenly exclaimed, "No! There are already nine seasons, tomorrow is the winter solstice, and after the winter solstice it will be the tenth season." ”

Then he heard a voice in the sky saying, "If you have understood, when will you wait?"

He stood in mid-air with his feet on the clouds, and saw a white-haired old man at his feet peeling off a person's skin with a knife, and countless blood-red insects were devouring that flesh, sucking his blood, and that flesh was already incomplete.

He yelled and said, "Teacher, I'm back!"

He closed his eyes and jumped off the clouds and into the skinless body. He endured the piercing pain, found a futon and put it in front of the immortal master, sat down cross-legged, calmed down, spit out the old and accepted the new, and drew qi into his body.