At about 20 o'clock in the Shen hour, the fishermen who were working on the lake of Luoyan would see a young man in a white robe, a sword in one hand, and a flower in the other, walking steadily into the path of the bright red maple forest.

In fact, if the shape of Luoyan Lake is put on the map in scale, people will be surprised to find that its shape is very similar to the shape of the pig's kidney, so some local people also named it "Pig's Waist Lake", and the maple forest is on the slope between Luoyan Lake and Luoyan City, so this maple forest is also the windbreak of Luoyan City.

In the depths of winter, on the wild goose lake, the wind is sad and the ghosts cry wolves, so the maple forest has naturally become a haven for birds and animals, so it often attracts hunters to stop here.

The path at the entrance of the maple grove is connected to the big car road around the lake, and people step on the path of the maple forest when they step off the big road. At the entrance of the forest, because there were no trees, there was a patch of miscanthus grass growing naturally, which hid the path from a little gap and looked strange, but it did not stop the steady, light, and elegant footsteps in the steady, light, and elegant.

The young man in white looked back step by step, he walked very carefully and very slowly, he held the bouquet of white orchids on his chin, he held the sword in his hand, and he held the flowers under his nose almost every three steps and sniffed them deeply, as if he were drawing some kind of energy from the fragrance of the flowers.

When he had finished the path at the mouth of the forest, which was covered with miscanthus grass, and was about to step into the maple grove, he stood on the edge of the forest, and looked around, like a veteran carpenter, carefully observing every inch of wood around it before he was about to cut down a towering tree. Sometimes he would focus his gaze on the thick and long-standing fallen leaves, and carefully examine whether anyone had done anything before this, whether there were some piles of fallen leaves of different colors, and sometimes he would cast his eyes on the tall branches, and he would make precise visual inspections of almost every tree in his sight. So, he observed which were dead branches, which were extremely elastic branches, which branches could temporarily carry the weight of a man when necessary, so as to assist in a decisive battle, and so on. Sometimes, he will carefully consider the distance, height and thickness of the trees, because a first-class swordsman, he not only has to use the sword in his hand to an impeccable degree, but he also needs to set and make full use of all the objects around him that can be used by me. Only in this way can people and swords cooperate seamlessly, but also match the environment flawlessly, in order to be invincible.

When he had taken a closer look at the forest and felt that everything was in his hands, a smile of relief and satisfaction appeared on his pale face, and he sniffed the flowers deeply, as if he were intoxicated by his smoky chimney, and narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and showed his intoxicated expression to the sky.

It turns out that the smell of flowers and smoke have a fascinating alike!

So, now he had chosen a triangular fortress made of three large trees as his temporary hiding place, and waited here for the arrival of the enemy, which would be a wise choice. Therefore, he walked towards the three trees without hesitation.

Paper shells coated with honey can sometimes be traps for dead flies.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a hissing sound, as if ten thousand poisonous snakes were spitting out letters at the same time, so he threw away the flower in his hand with a speed that ordinary people could not comprehend, drew the sword in his hand, and quickly spied around vigilantly.

But he neglected his feet, and neglected that behind one of the three trees, there was a rope that was twitching rapidly, and so that both of his feet were caught in the hunter's trap at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, the rope of the trapped beast behind the tree was straightened—so that the cautious young man finally fell into the trap of the hunter.

He hung almost from a tree and was half dead in anger.

"Bastard, what kind of bullshit Jiangnan No. 1 fast sword, to use such a despicable trick, it's really in vain for me to make this trip!" the young man gritted his teeth in hatred.

However, for hunters, the location of these three trees constitutes a natural trap, and this triangular method of fishing is called "triangular set" for experienced hunters. For the triangle is not only economical, but also very stable, and at that time, as soon as any foot of the beast steps into the edge of any of the triangles, the lasso will instantly catch the prey and hang it with lightning speed.

But for a veteran swordsman, why doesn't he think so? It is strange to blame - this eternal truth that wise men have seen since ancient times!

It wasn't long before he heard a voice from one end of the woods.

"I promise I'll get on it today!"

"How can you be so sure?" said another voice excitedly.

"Because I woke up laughing from my dream last night. ”

"What good dreams are so happy?"

"Guess what!"

"It must be your son who is going to help you get a daughter-in-law. ”

"It's not. The man smiled and said, "I dreamed last night that we were wearing wild boars!"

"Stop! The middle-aged hunter in a gray cloth robe who walked in front pointed to the young man hanging from the treetops in amazement.

"Huh! How can you put on a person. The young hunter, who walked behind the middle-aged man, looked at the man hanging from the treetops in amazement.

"Hmph, despicable villain, are you satisfied!" said the young man hanging from the tree, angrily at the two hunters.

"You man, I know you hang in pain," said the old hunter, as he came over and looked for the rope under the tree, "we didn't mean to, you say, who wouldn't hunt here in this wilderness, but who would have thought that you would come to such a place!" The two hunters had found the rope, and together they carefully lowered the man.

"How long have you been hanging, little brother?" asked the older man with concern. And they were ready to help him untie the noose on his feet.

At this moment, the sword flashed, and before the old man could reach out his hand, the lasso was broken by the sharp sword in the hand of the young man in white, and at the same time, the two hunters were startled.

Before they could come to their senses, a sharp blade suddenly approached the middle-aged man's throat, instantly stunning him.

"Young man, spare your life. Young man, spare your life!" said the middle-aged Orion, "We didn't mean to!"

The young hunter behind him was already trembling with fear.

"It's not intentional, it's such a coincidence!" the young man in white snorted and said, "Tell me, what about that bastard Wu Shuang, where is he?"

"What five pairs?" The middle-aged Orion's face turned pale, and he felt inexplicable, "We really don't know what five pairs are, Shaoxia, spare our lives! We are ordinary hunters, hunters, hunters, hunters, there are absolutely no five pairs!"

"Don't embarrass them, I'm here!" Suddenly, Wu Shuang's sonorous voice came from the woods.

When they looked back, they saw another young man in a white robe and a black sword walking solemnly from outside the woods.