Crouching Tiger Village is quite large, with a radius of ten miles, about 2,000 people, and the scale is not much different from that of small towns, and there is even a rather prosperous and lively market in the village.

Therefore, in addition to the mortals of Benzhai, there are often people from other places who come here to exchange the prey medicinal materials they get for daily needs.

As soon as Ye Baicai walked into the avenue in the center of the village, he felt the smell of mortals coming to his face, and the strong taste of wilderness.

After Ye Bai entered, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Not to mention his dusty temperament, just the fur on his shoulders is so complete that he can't see a trace of damage, and the leopard that is more than a foot long is amazing.

Such a large prey is not at all something that a lone hunter can catch, and looking at Ye Bai carrying a leopard weighing hundreds of catties, walking around, his pace is vigorous, as if there is nothing, and there is no less than a thousand catties of liliang on his arms, many teenagers looked at Ye Bai's eyes, and they were soon full of admiration, and they looked shocked.

"Little brother, how do you sell this leopard? The old man's stall has the best bone knife, which is the most suitable for self-defense. ”

The people in the village are all people who know the goods, and soon someone came up to ask Ye Bai that the leopard could be sold, and the person who spoke was an old man with a full beard and wearing a black animal skin, with a kind smile.

After this person's voice fell, many people came up to watch and ask for the price.

Ye Bai smiled and refused one by one.

There were some tall and strong arrogant men in the village, and their faces immediately became a little unhappy.

A big man who was nine feet tall, with bronze skin and a stout black bear, lined up everyone and said angrily: "You man. Since you carried this leopard to our Crouching Tiger Village, but we didn't sell it, is this leopard not yours, or is it coming from the wrong way?"

When the words fell, many people looked at Ye Bai with strange eyes.

When Ye Bai heard this, his eyes were slightly cold. His face grew cold.

"Liku, the things belong to other people, you don't care if they sell them or not, if you want them, you can call them yourself!"

An old, majestic voice came from outside the crowd.

"The patriarch is here!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and then everyone's voices immediately became quieter, and they all turned sneered and retreated to both sides. Branching out a small path, it seems that this patriarch is extremely prestigious.

Ye Bai raised his eyes and saw only a man who was sturdy, but obviously looked old, and looked like he was fifty or sixty years old. This person only had a piece of animal skin around his waist, and his naked body was covered with scars, which could be seen. When he was young, he also experienced a hard hunting career.

The old patriarch's eyes were as bright as a knife. Stared at Ye Bai for a few moments, nodded slightly, and said with a gentle expression: "The boys in the clan, I have been spoiled, they are very wild, guests from afar. Let you see the smile, don't be angry, we have always been hospitable in Crouching Tiger Village, if you are not in a hurry, you will stay here for a few more days. Let the old man entertain him well. ”

Ye Bai nodded slightly, and said noncommittally: "The patriarch is polite!"

The old patriarch bowed his head, looked around, and shouted: "It's all scattered, what should I do, what to see." ”

The crowd dispersed.

The old patriarch nodded at Ye Bai again before walking away.

Ye Bai carried the leopard around the clan, and finally lived in another room with an old grandmother who lived in poverty.

After wandering around the village for half an hour, Ye Bai returned to the old grandmother's house, and the old grandmother had already prepared the steaming and fragrant roast leopard meat.

After eating a few pieces of leopard meat roasted by the old grandmother, Ye Bai closed the door and practiced cross-legged.

After dark, the bonfire in the cottage was bright, and the enthusiastic young people in the mountains danced happily around the bonfire, and it took more than two hours before it gradually dispersed.

Ye Bai liked the wild style of Crouching Tiger Village, and lived for three or four days in a row, chatting slowly in the village during the day, feeling the local customs, and was even invited by the old patriarch to drink a meal, and at night, he practiced silently.

The mortals in the village, seeing that although he was tall, he was not arrogant, but had a gentle attitude, so he was extremely polite to him, and after a few days, he got along very well.

On this day, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, five or six men holding spears, mixed with blood, with gloomy expressions, and staggering, pushed open the gate of the village and walked into the village.

The leader was a man of medium stature, but unusually athletic, with knotted muscles all over his body, full of explosive liliang, his face, there were three bloody scars that had not yet dried up, extending diagonally to his chest, deep bones, as if he was seriously injured, this person did not snort, his face was resolute, like a rock, but his eyes were full of sorrow.

The few people behind him were also full of heavy faces, their brows were furrowed, and they seemed to have encountered something difficult.

The strangest thing is that this line is quite powerful, and the squads with strong bodies have not brought back any prey.

In the dead of night, the people in the village have long been asleep.

After the group returned to the village, they did not go home, but went to the innermost wooden house in the clan together, and the leading man knocked lightly on the door.

“...... Who?"

After a long time, an old and weak voice came from behind the door, and the voice was slightly displeased, as if it was very dissatisfied with being disturbed.

"Patriarch, it's me, we're back!"

The leading man whispered.

This wooden house is the residence of Chong Lao Yue, the patriarch of Crouching Tiger Village, who was also a famous hunter in the neighborhood when he was young, but now he is old and is only responsible for some trivial affairs in Crouching Tiger Village, and the hunting matter is handed over to his son Chongliao and another hunting expert in Crouching Tiger Village, the British Iron Organization, and the leading man outside the door is British Railway.

Squeak, the door opens!

Out of the door came a slightly slender figure, through the moonlight in the sky, it was vaguely seen that Chong Laoyue looked tired, full of wrinkles, perhaps because he had just woken up, gray hair, fluffy and messy.

"What's going on?

Chong Laoyue went out and saw a few people, his eyes were stunned, and he immediately noticed that something was wrong, the heavy bloody aura on everyone's bodies, and the heavy color on their faces, all told him that he was afraid that something big had happened.

Ying Tie lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Two days ago, when we were hunting in the mountains in the north, the beasts in the mountains, I don't know what went crazy, suddenly rioted, and they ran out of the mountains and forests one by one, we fled immediately, and Ah Liao and we were separated. ”

Chong Lao Yue's pupils shrank sharply, his face turned cold, and he said sharply: "So you came back by yourself? Our hunters in Crouching Tiger Village have never left their companions and come back alone!"

Ying Tie took a few heavy breaths, and said with a look of helplessness in his eyes: "We searched in the forest for a day, but we didn't find him, and three of the brothers died, and we were all covered with wounds, so we really had no other way, so I came back and asked you to get an idea." ”

When Chong Laoyue heard this, his expression slowed down slightly, and he thought for a moment and said, "Where did you go hunting?"

Ying Tie was silent for a moment, and said with some difficulty: "The east and north of the Galloping Horse Plain, close to the Ghost Ridge. ”

Chong Lao Yue's face changed again, and he shouted angrily: "Who let you go there, there are legendary demon beasts living there, and they are extremely dangerous, even when I was young, I was far away." ”

The British Railways were silent.

After a long time, a voice sounded behind him, and whispered: "It was Ah Liao who insisted on going there, and the brothers couldn't stop him, he said that there might be some large beasts there, and said that they would make more pickled and keep the village for the winter." ”

Chong Lao Yue's body trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes slowly closed, and he was silent for a while before he opened it again, his eyes were red, and he waved his hand a little weakly: "You guys go home, take care of the injuries on your body, don't go out recently, that bastard, the man who harmed our Crouching Tiger Village, died three more, it is not a pity for him to die, no one is allowed to look for him again!"

The faces of the crowd became even more sad, and finally they all dispersed.

When Chong Lao Yue saw that everyone had dispersed, he also returned to his room, and after closing the door, he hid his face and wept bitterly, crying silently.

After most of the incense, the old man lit a dim oil lamp, removed a long rusty spear from the wall, and sharpened it vigorously with a whetstone.

On the third watch, a figure carried a hunting bow on his back and a spear in his hand and went out of the gate of the village, stepping on the faint starlight, and ran to the north. (To be continued......)