Wu Song was ragged, his chest was broad, and he was scarred, and he slowly walked towards Jieshi Village, and along the way, there were indispensable people around him talking, pointing and pointing, and asking him what happened.

"The tiger has been subdued by me! The big insect has been subdued by me!" Wu Song replied from time to time with a smile and a madness, and the passers-by around him thought he was crazy!

The sun is setting, twilight is approaching, although it is the turn of spring and summer, the entrance of the village is abnormally depressed, as if to render a sad atmosphere.

As soon as Wu Song entered the courtyard gate in a daze, he caught a glimpse of a black lacquered coffin in the courtyard, which had already been lit with a lantern.

There were constant sorrows in the house, and the ladies who were the apprentices of the old father wept when they saw the untimely death of their eldest brother.

When Wu Song heard this, sorrow came from it, and he rushed closer, stroking on the coffin, tears flowing, his mouth and jaw trembled, and the pain was intense, big brother, why did you leave like this? Don't you take care of your father? Don't you want your brother anymore? Don't you want to marry your flowery lady?

Thinking like this, I became more and more sad, "Second brother, why did you come back? Why are you so stupid? Everyone sent people to Songyanggang to look for you, saw your wine bag and whistle stick, and took it back, and thought you were eaten by a tiger?"

"Yes, why are you so reluctant to do this, what a good thing it is to lose your life!" his wife, a woman in her fifties, wiped away a handful of tears with her handkerchief.

Wu Song half-turned, silent, raised his head to try to suppress his tears, and stared at the gray and miserable sky.

"Brother Wu, how are you?" Xiaocui from the neighboring village, who has been playing with herself since she was a child, her childhood sweetheart, was coming out of the house unkempt at this time, with tears in her eyes, and asked worriedly, and then looked at it carefully for a while, half hugging him, distressed.

Although Wu Song hadn't seen her for a long time, she had grown into a big girl in a blink of an eye, but she didn't react much at this time, this iron-blooded man in his early twenties, with strong muscles and bones, only felt that everything was like a dream.

"People are back, don't blame him, it's okay if people are fine!" The three ladies who are smart and straightforward on weekdays stretched out their hands to comfort, and the benevolent minister behind him smiled slightly, "It makes sense! People can't be resurrected after death, and each has its own number of debts, so let's look down on it!"

Wu Song unintentionally listened to the words, his body collapsed, his eyes were dark, he fainted, and he fell to his knees after brushing, and everyone hurriedly hugged him, and then helped him into the inner room and fell asleep.

It is said that when Wu Taigong saw the corpse of a child for the first time, he beat his feet and chest, he was in pain, and he cried to death, and he was lying on the kang and resting and falling asleep. This Wu Taigong, whose real name is Wuda, is hardworking and capable, conscientiously and conscientiously doing work for the township, nearly fifty years old to marry a wife and have children, who expected the housewife to die early, so he had to raise his two sons to grow up, and now he is a good and elegant, talented, and filial eldest son is gone, so how can people not be sad.

In the afternoon of the next day, it was rainy, Wu Song tied a white cloth between his forehead, hugged his chest with both hands, leaned on the door, silent, staring at the impatiens, hall flowers, peony flowers, five flowers, chrysanthemums, etc. planted everywhere on the courtyard wall, his heart was sad, and he coughed a few times from time to time.

I still remember every May, the Miao Han in the township sacrificed Duanyang, he wore a beaniet, put a pheasant feather on his head, and when the witch sang to pray for blessings and drive away the epidemic ghosts, his brother watched and encouraged him; I still remember the dragon boat race, ten miles and eight towns, the bloody picture and heroic pride of the united city; I still remember the cold winter wax moon, the wind and snow were long, and the elder brother walked thirty or fifty miles home, just to bring back new cotton shoes for him to keep out the cold earlier. As soon as he thought of this, Wu Song silently wet his eyes.

In fact, after returning home last night, Wu Song felt a headache and a slight heat, just because everyone was busy taking care of his brother's funeral, the illness was delayed.

Near evening, Wu Song fell completely ill, fainted directly, and slept for three days and three nights before waking up.

On a warm and sunny morning, near the green mountain forest, in front of a new tombstone, Wu Song knelt on the ground and lit incense paper, placed the fruits and roasted the meat, and sprinkled a few glasses of wine.

Just as he was contemplating, suddenly, there was a sound and movement in the thatched bushes not far away, Wu Song stared at it vigilantly, motionless, only to see a seemingly black thing slowly crawling out.

Wu Song suddenly looked at the behemoth in front of him, and sure enough, it was still the Xiangyin Tiger who had not been seen for many days and seemed familiar!

Wu Song had no choice but to prepare in a hurry, thinking to himself, could it be that he let him go that day, but he would take revenge? Just as he was about to pick up a broken monument from a nearby cemetery, he made a gesture to meet the enemy again, but the tiger slowly approached, not opening his mouth and fangs, but the tiger's tail was wagging, as if to show goodwill, Wu Song remembered the reason for that day, and was still feeling sorry, but he still grabbed the stone on the ground and roared angrily while fighting, "Go, go, go!"

After a while, he went crazy in pain, scratched his hair a few times, knelt on the ground, and stroked his eldest brother's tombstone, crying with a low head and tears.

As he was crying, the big insect approached and licked Wu Song's arm a few times, as if to comfort him. Wu Song looked up in a daze, was stunned for a while, wiped his snot and tears, cried almost happily, got up and packed up the basket, and walked away, who cares about the lonely wild tiger behind him!

When the news of Wu Wen's drowning came, Xiao Zhurong was extremely sad, but his face was expressionless, and he only cried, and the first relationship of an innocent girl came to an abrupt end, and he couldn't accept it if it was.

And recently, the master asked someone to inquire about the news of the rivers and lakes, and it is estimated that something big may happen at any time, maybe he will be sent to Tanzhou Changsha Mansion soon, as soon as he thinks of these, Xiao Zhurong has no master all day long, absent-minded, and sometimes uneasy.

In the afternoon, the slanting sun passed through the courtyard wall and quietly shone into the mansion, Xiao Zhurong sat listlessly under the pavilion corridor in a daze, "Don't you even drink your favorite camellia dew?" The third senior sister Fan Lianhua saw that she was still not thinking about tea and rice, and pretended to be happy and persuaded, "Come! Take a few sips! Otherwise, if the master sends you out of the mansion tomorrow, how can you live well?"

"Senior sister, don't persuade me, I'm not very sad, just stay by myself for a while, life is like a dream, too impermanent, I just think it's a pity for Wu Wen, I'm sorry for the old lady!" Xiao Zhurong sighed slightly, and inadvertently shed tears.

"Okay, okay! I said that I was not sad, I cried into tears!" Fan Lianhua caressed her back and comforted.

"Recently, under the guidance of the masters, and under the persuasion of the Wuling Daoist, the master plans to personally investigate the siege of our Shuifu faction in order to ward off foreign enemies, and he hopes that all the disciples will be in good spirits and ready to fight at any time!"

As he spoke, he paused, "Originally, I didn't plan to tell you about this, just because you are very sad and haggard these days, and everyone looks distressed, but now it's not good to think about it!"

"Yes, Senior Sister, she is still practicing swords more frantically every day! Don't be like this, let's join everyone!" Fan Lianhua also agreed, and clearly comforted.

"How can I not know about the things in the house now?" Xiao Zhurong got up and whispered, "Master, he has always been wild and uninhibited, and he must have been provoked by these rivers and lakes, so he had to resist, and he was worried about it. After that, he sighed and looked embarrassed, "It's just that I have a small wish in my heart, and I don't know whether it is suitable or not, I want to go to Xiangxi and worship at Wuwen's grave, but when I see the master like this, I can't say it when the words come to my mouth!"

"So that's the case..."He Xianggu seemed to have realized, "Third sister, Master still needs ten days to retreat and practice, he has always been responsive to your needs, and as soon as you get out of the customs, you will find the opportunity to help Rong'er and say, he will definitely agree!"

When Fan Lianhua heard this, she was not happy in her heart, but she remembered that her junior sister was just better, so she was willing to try again, and only pretended to be disgusted, "Okay! What is there on weekdays that I always come forward to ask the master, and I haven't seen you thank me?" Seeing this, Xiao Zhurong and the others smiled silently with satisfaction, only to see her go out stupidly.

It is said that since the death of his brother Wu Wen, Wu Song has diligently taken care of his old father's daily life and diet, and his old man's spirit has gradually improved.

How do you know that the day was licked by the tiger, was accidentally seen by the villagers, but also because the Xiangyin tiger came not far away, several times appeared outside the village house, refused to leave, even the children nearby were curious, and also linked with the description of the store in Songyang Town, so the heroic deeds of "Wu Song to the Tiger" were widely circulated, pointing fingers, and the reputation was mixed.

The old lady soon knew about it, Xu was sad about the "pain of losing a child", and insisted on ordering Wu Song to ask for the life of the evil tiger again, after several stubborn arguments between father and son for many days, Wu Song knelt in front of him sadly, choking and crying, "Dad! You just let it go! After all, it is just a beast, and I will pay back my brother's life..."

The old lady Wu was finally moved by this mournful cry, knowing that Xiao'er had always been sincere and benevolent, so he forgave him, and also understood that people cannot be resurrected after all, and Wen'er was not bitten to death by the evil tiger, and it was really a bit unreasonable to be embarrassed by a beast.

As long as he occasionally does farm work in the mountains, the Xiangyin tiger will come to the vicinity to accompany Wu Song, sometimes squatting and staring around, sometimes cute and fluttering butterfly insects. Wu Song stopped the hoe in his hand from time to time, feeling compassion and guilt, and finally smiled.

Knowing that Wu Song planned to adopt this tiger, the people in the village were panicked, saying that they were afraid of hurting the child, and after several sums, they had to take it to live temporarily in the abandoned bamboo house in the back mountain, so as to block the mouth of the crowd a little.

He still cooks and washes every day, serves his father, and entrusts his neighbors to take care of him at night, and he goes back to the thatched hut on the mountain to stay overnight.

On this day, Wu Song dried all kinds of game and mushrooms picked by Xiaocui with the help of Xiaocui in recent days, and was sitting in front of the thatched bamboo house boringly blowing the sheng, very leisurely, the mood flickered brightly and darkly, among the pine forests under the mountain, there was a clear and heroic shout, it turned out to be Wu Lingyuan's brothers and sisters.

"Senior brother, Zhu Qi, Xiao Feng, why are you here?" he ran down the mountain excitedly to greet him.

"Song'er, we went down the mountain this time on the orders of the master to help Uncle Zeng and them fight against the enemy together!" Senior brother Cai Ding carried his right backpack, held a sword, patted Wu Song's shoulder with his left hand, and said heroically.

"Yes, we specially begged the senior brother to stop by to see you and express our condolences to your brother. The little junior brother of Zhu Qi said softly, he was young and had just grown up, and he was full of wisdom.

"Thank you brothers for your concern, my father and I are getting better these days. Wu Song's face was full of sincerity.

"Senior Brother Wu, you used to be proud of your brother in front of us, and this time the mourning will be smooth!" Lu Xiaofeng is usually obedient and cute, and he has always owed a debt, but this time he is ruthless.

Wu Song listened, although he had long been used to it, he was still so angry that he gritted his teeth and glared, "You are a living treasure! I haven't seen you for a few days, and your skin is itchy again, right?" pretending to chase after him, making the other two smile slightly.

A few people went down the mountain to Wu Song's house in the village, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to remember something, and said angrily, "Senior brother, when we visited the old lady just now, we found that there is a girl in your house!

"Her name is Xiaocui, the granddaughter of the dumb grandma in the next village, she is kind and enthusiastic, and often comes over to help my family take care of one or two, you little pervert, don't think crookedly, and don't beat her mind!" Wu Song patiently half-explained, with a little loyalty.

"How dare I!" Lu Xiaofeng smiled mischievously, "Why don't you say it's not, otherwise there are so many people in Jieshi Village, why are you only good to your father?"

In the hall of the house, Wu Song was accompanying his father and a few brothers and sisters, sitting at the table drinking and eating, Xiaocui served the last dish of "ginger fried rabbit meat", and also sat around with everyone, chatting while eating, talking and laughing.