Chapter 55: The Tribes Who Live Underground

If it is the former, then it can only be said that the other party's latent ability is very good. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info if it's the latter, then it's terrifying. The person who hid in the woods through the shadow of the trees and didn't let Hou Ping'an see it was definitely an archer and an eagle archer.

Seventy steps is just the lowest guess Hou Ping'an made visually, and it is possible that the distance of the other party is farther than he guessed.

Such a distance, such an accurate shot. Ordinary tribesmen can't do that. Moreover, the bow of the tribe should not be able to shoot that far.

Hou Ping'an slowly raised his hands, indicating that he had no malicious intent. Then he slowly crouched down, trying to pull out the arrow stuck in front of his eyes.

But the first time he didn't pull it out.

There is dirt under his feet, and Hou Ping'an is not a scholar who is powerless, but just like that, he still failed to pull out the arrow with his first blow. It seems that the other party used a strong bow of more than four stones.

This thing has a price in the Great Week. I heard that it takes three years for a craftsman to make such a strong bow.

The treasure bow and the condor archer, these two are considered national treasures in the Great Zhou, and Hou Ping'an actually met them here. He felt that if he had a chance to go back, he would have to buy a lottery ticket and try it.

The soil under his feet was slightly damp, Hou Ping'an's back was also damp, and even his palms were sweaty. It's not hot, it's scared.

No one is not afraid of death, and Hou Ping'an, who has died once, is naturally no exception. It's just that he feels that some things are more important than death, such as the lives of some people closest to him.

Hou Ping'an has always disapproved of this world, and always feels like living in a dream. But the teenagers who grew up together in the dream were his most precious things or wealth.

This is a feeling that he did not have when he lived in a materialistic world. So he bravely stood up and used himself as a bait, hoping to lure out unknown dangers.

But he overestimated himself and underestimated the enemy.

When he went to pull out the arrow under his feet, it was not a subjective action, but because he was frightened by the arrow and wanted to pull out the arrow to hide his timidity.

Qin Hao and the three of them, who were hiding behind, wanted to rush out after seeing the arrow, but they were stopped by Yue Xiong. Among several people, whether it is the arrogant Yue Niu or the relatively intelligent Qin Hao, in fact, none of Yue Xiong has confidence in Hou Ping'an.

And this kind of confidence is not blind, it is caused by Hou Ping'an's "accidents" again and again in the past ten years.

This kind of character of never doing uncertain things makes Yue Xiong believe that Hou Ping'an will not joke with his life. Besides, he also made a vague gesture just now, telling a few people not to come out for the time being.

Hou Ping'an, who was warned, naturally did not dare to go further. I had to stand there and ask questions to the woods.

"I'm just passing by, no offense, but there is only one way ahead, please raise your hand and let me go. ”

Hou Ping'an felt that the other party should have discovered Qin Hao and them, but he was just holding on to a fluke, and he didn't say anything. There are still people behind him, and he will always have a little more confidence.

The small woods made a lot of footsteps, and the other party seemed to be intentionally telling Hou Ping'an that he was coming out.

With his back to the sunset, coupled with the cover of the woods, he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, but from the approximate figure, he didn't look as short as the tribesmen.

"Who are you?" The innocent Zhou dialect deviated from Hou Ping'an's accent, but it was a bit similar to the old master who taught him to learn characters, and it seemed that he should be a person from the Central Plains of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It's just that in such a remote southern Xinjiang, why is there a Zhou person? He also came to visit?

"My name is Hou Ping'an, I'm from Tiannan County, I don't know who Your Excellency is?" The name itself is a symbol, and Hou Ping'an is not a celebrity, so he did not hide his identity.

"What are you doing here?" It seems that the other party really discovered Qin Hao's existence.

"It's a custom in my homeland that men travel when they reach the age of fourteen. ”

When the man heard this, he pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking about the truth of Hou Ping'an's words.

"Tiannan County, Wuyun Mansion, Houjia Town?" Hearing this, not only Hou Ping'an was surprised, but even Qin Hao, who was hiding in the reeds, felt incredible.

Tiannan County is a relatively small county among the eighteen cities of the nine counties of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Wuyun Mansion is a small mansion with a population of less than 10,000 households, and Houjia Town is a small Fang City.

And throughout the Great Zhou, there are customs of going out to travel, although there are not many, but there are also a lot. In many places, it is the custom of scholars to study abroad. How did the other party guess?

"Who are you?" Hou Ping'an felt very bad in the face of a strange person who knew where he came from. Since the other party knows that he is from Houjia Town, maybe the other party should even know his identity.

This feeling that everything is under the control of the other party makes Hou Ping'an very vigilant. So he threw the first question again.

The man was still the same as just now, he didn't answer Hou Ping'an's question, but his hands that had been holding the bow were released at this time, and he even carried the bow behind his back.

Of course, Hou Ping'an knew the meaning of this act. But why would the other party do this?

"Let everyone behind you come out. With that, the man on the other side turned and walked into the woods, stopping a few steps before pausing to look back.

The Yue brothers and Ah Hua all walked out, followed behind Hou Ping'an, and walked step by step towards the woods along the path that the man had walked.

The grove is not big, and it comes to an end in less than half a pillar of incense. It was a clearing in the middle of the woods, a typical tribal gathering place.

The huts were everywhere, but there was not half a figure in sight, not even women or children, as if they had been washed by heavy water.

When the man with the bow arrived, he stopped, and did not go any further. A whistling sound came from his mouth, softly, faintly, but piercing through the woods.

The originally quiet forest was woken up by this whistle. Pieces of flat ground are slowly being turned over.

It was a crypt inhabited by the owners of what was supposed to be a log cabin.

After the crowd gradually gathered, Hou Ping'an roughly counted that there should be thousands of people.

Why do so many people live underground when they don't live on the ground? Is it better to have better air underneath?

Hou Ping'an couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to understand it. Each tribe in southern Xinjiang has its own customs and characteristics, and it is impossible to fully understand them, but these things have nothing to do with him, he is just a passerby.

But some people don't see it that way, like the man with the bow.