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Zhu Zi didn't know how many times he had come to Mengcheng, and he was also familiar with Mengcheng, and he knew that there were often good bows for consignment in the blacksmith shop, so when he entered the city gate, he went straight to the blacksmith shop, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw a longbow hanging on the wall.

"Boss, how many stones is that bow?" the pillar was immediately attracted by the bow. The bow he used was made of his own hardwood, but this bow was made of a combination of animal bones, hardwood, and horns, and was more than a little better than his hunting bow, and even the three-clawed eagle hovering in the sky would certainly not be able to escape this strong bow.

"Four stones. The boss was a stout old man, and when he heard this, he glanced at him, and saw that it was a sturdy hunter, so he answered his question, and it seems that there are many people who are curious about this bow on weekdays.

"Four Stone ......" The pillar was estimated and touched, and the bow of the four stones could barely be pulled away, if it passed through this village, I was afraid that there would be no such shop, so he hurriedly asked: "Boss, how much is this bow?"

"How much? Ten hangings!" the boss seemed to sneer, where can an ordinary hunter take out ten hangings to buy a bow? So this bow has been hanging here for half a year, but it has not been sold.

"Ten hanging money!" The pillar was taken aback, ten hanging money was ten taels of silver. He is a hunter, and he can't save so much money after working hard for half his life. At this moment, he was really very happy that he didn't kill the white fox to take the skin, even if he sold it at a high price, the fox skin would be three taels of silver at most.

Now there is only as Zi Baifeng said, ask if there is a young lady who wants a strange pet, there are still many rich people in this Mongolian city, and there are always people who can afford a white fox of ten taels of silver......

Thinking of this, in fact, the pillar was worried in his heart.

He is a simple hunter, walking the streets and alleys to knock on the door of the rich official's house and sell the little fox, he has never done such a thing, but for the sake of his wife, he can only do it hard.

knocked on the doors of the two houses, and when these people heard that they were selling little foxes, they wanted to take a look, and when they heard that the fox was still outside the city, they were immediately displeased, kicked the butt of the pillar, and kicked him out: "You have nothing to say about it!"

The rich merchant of the official family touched the nail, ran back and forth for a long time, and the pillar was tired, and walked back with his head down, and suddenly heard a sudden thunder in the sky, and when he raised his head, he saw that the cliff on the top of the small hill outside the south gate of Mengcheng suddenly exploded into two, and the upper half rumbled down the mountain.

"The immortals are furious!" A heart-rending cry soon spread like a plague, and I don't know how many people ran out of the house, pushing each other, running around, just like the end of the world.

The bold ones are going out of the city to see the excitement, and the little daring ones are going into the city to avoid trouble, and the pillars are hot and sweaty, and they are squeezed out of the siege, and they see Zi Baifeng bowing his head and being silent under the big tree, and the little stone is crying and mourning.

The pillar was startled, and with a lot of strength, he rushed away from a few people, rushed to the bottom of the big tree in three steps and two steps, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Zhuzi......" When Xiao Shi saw the pillar, he immediately burst into tears: "Little fox...... The little fox ran away......"

"You!" Zhuzi's eyes widened, and the slap subconsciously raised, that wasn't a fox, that's his mother's life!

"Pillar!" Lying on the bed, the weak pillar mother called softly, "Pillar, don't blame the little stone, he is still small...... Mother is not afraid of death, this is my mother's life......"

"Mother!" the pillar cried, and knelt down in front of the old lady, in fact, he was not angry with Xiaoshi, he was angry with himself, even if Xiaoshi didn't let the fox go, what could he do?

Can he sell the little fox? Can he sell it for ten taels of silver, can he afford the hard bow, can he buy a hard bow, can he hunt the three-clawed eagle, can he hunt the three-clawed eagle, and can he find the three-clawed eagle eggs?

"Mother, it's useless!" the pillar was a tall man, crying.

The hero has tears and does not flick, but he has not reached the sad place.

"Uncle Zhuzi, I'm sorry...... You...... You take this and sell it......" Xiao Shi wiped the ground with teary eyes and held the strange egg in his hand, "Uncle Zhuzi, don't cry, otherwise you will beat me......"

"What's the use of me beating you, what's the use of talking about this now, I'll ......" The pillar wiped his tears while crying, and was stunned as soon as he looked up.

"This ...... Where did this egg come from?"

The egg, which is slightly smaller than a goose egg, has a tangled pattern on it, and when you look closely, it looks like a bag with three threads coiled around it.

"The eggs of the big eagle on the mountain are delicious. Little Stone wiped the egg wash from his head and licked it with his tongue.

"Ha Lu Ha

The pillar hugged the little stone and kissed it, kissed it a few times, and clicked his mouth: "Hey, it's delicious!"

"yes, my head smells good now. Xiao Shi was proud, and shook his head to Zi Baifeng's side, "Brother, you lick it too." ”

"Virtue!" Zi Baifeng slapped Xiao Shi's head.

The feast of the Monggar Mansion lasted for two hours.

The delicacies were served like water, and then they flowed like water.

Feimako has been practicing for thirty-two years, and although it is far from reaching the level of Bigu, there is no longer much demand for the desire for the tongue, so no matter how many dishes are served, it is always a shallow taste. Fu Jun had been carefully observing his complexion, but he felt that these foods were not to his liking, for fear that the immortals would blame, so he was naturally worried in his heart.

But he was more worried about the immortals' intentions than the appetite of the immortals. But there is no feast in this world that will not be dispersed, and after you have eaten and drunk, it is time to see the dagger.

"I don't know why the immortals came to Mengcheng this time?"

"Of course, I'm here to get jade. "Non-Makomichi.

"Jade?" Fu Jun was shocked on his face, and even more shocked in his heart, "The Bird and Mouse Watch guards the safety around the Bird and Mouse Mountain, and our Mengcheng also supplies the Bird and Mouse Temple with 3,000 jade stones every thirty years, this is a rule that has been established a long time ago, but ...... It has only been ten years since the immortal chief of Bird and Mouse Mountain took away three thousand jade stones to this day...... This...... Why did you come to get jade again?"

Fei Mako's face was slightly hot, he went up the mountain to practice when he was young, his face was thin, and before he went down the mountain, he once asked his senior brother how to get enough jade.

The teachings of the senior brother are still in my ears.

You don't have to worry about what Fu Jun does, you just need to ask Fu Jun for jade, and he will naturally help you get enough jade.

What if the prince doesn't want to?

Then let him not dare to refuse.

Thinking of this, Himako smiled and raised her head.

At this time, Fei Jianzi, sitting in the north and facing south, raised his head, it was the cliff outside the city, and the lonely cliff had been standing for tens of thousands of years.

"Jade is a trivial matter, why don't I give you a trick for Lord Fujun. Fei Mazi sneered and pointed to the cliff outside the city gate, "I said that I can turn that cliff into nothing, I don't know if Lord Lu Daofu believes it or not?"

Fu Jun's face changed, but he didn't have time to say a word.

Fei Jianzi pointed at the sword in his right hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Go!"

A streamer shot out of his body from somewhere, turned into a sword light in the sky, flew at the cliff outside the city, circled the cliff, and then suddenly retracted.

The speed of the sword light was so fast that even his eyes couldn't catch up with it, and Fu Jun only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and he heard a bang, and the lonely cliff that had stood for tens of thousands of years exploded into two and rolled down the mountain.

There are 3,000 guests in front of the hall, and a sword is cold in 14 states.

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The sun has gradually set, the feast has ended, the immortals have gone to the guest room to rest after a tiring journey, a few waiters are cleaning up the mess, and Luo Qianshan intercepted the prince in the corridor.

"My lord, do you really plan to collect the jade tax?" Luo Qianshan grabbed Fu Jun, lowered his voice, and asked.

"What else can you do?" Fu Jun frowned.

He knew that he was unwilling to fall into a thousand mountains, and he was even more unwilling.

But what can he do? In this world, some things can be reasonable, for example, Zi Baifeng can persuade him not to collect taxes from Yancun, he can also persuade Quzhou Mansion not to collect taxes from Mengcheng Mansion, but can he persuade immortals not to collect jade taxes?

Fu Jun involuntarily raised his head and looked in the direction of the south of the city.

The boulder that had stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years turned into countless fragments in that instant, splashing down.

It's just a sword.

One person, one sword, who can stop it, who can defeat it?

"My lord, the last general is willing to die!" Luo Qianshan pressed the long knife on his waist and said word by word.

He knows the ambitions of the king, the temperament of the king, and his ideals. Lord Fujun was born noble, but he was willing to start from the bottom, in order to make a career, in order to live according to his heart.

And he has crushed so many difficulties in front of him, but now, is it going to fall short?

The prince of the house is unwilling, and he is even more unwilling to fall into a thousand mountains.

What about immortals? It's just one person, one life. If you can kill that immortal......

Fu Jun opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"My lord, you don't have to give an order, you only need to nod your head, no matter whether it is successful or not, Qianshan will never leak half a sentence. Thinking that Lord Fujun was unwilling to give this order, Luo Qianshan gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, I pretended to be a strongman in the middle of the night and broke into the guest room directly......"

"This ...... This ......" Fu Jun held out a finger.

"My lord, ...... you" Luo Qianshan was about to say, but Fu Jun grabbed his hand and pointed in the direction of the wall.

Luo Qianshan turned his head and was taken aback.

It was getting dark, and there was a shadow behind the wall, and it was impossible to see who it was, but it was true that a man was climbing down the wall.

Speaking of a strong man, a strong man, where is this thief, who dares to climb over the wall and enter the Mengcheng Mansion, is this to underestimate him and fall into a thousand mountains? What about the guards outside? Are they all dead?