Fate seemed to play a joke on everyone, and the colorful yellow tiger that was majestic one moment ago was pierced by the spear that fell from the sky the next moment.

Song Qingshu pursed the corners of his lips, pretending to be relaxed: "The gravitational acceleration is not bad, the luck is not bad", after speaking, Song Qingshu got up and pulled out the spear on the tiger's head.

Qu didn't leave his mouth, the gun didn't leave his hand, just now the spear was swept into the air by the yellow tiger, and Song Qingshu's heart instantly fell to the bottom. In the final analysis, he is still too young, and he has very little internal strength, if it weren't for the exhaustion of internal strength just now, with the Wudang Sect's Zongyun Ladder, he can directly jump thousands of miles and escape calmly. Even if he didn't escape, the previous shot could kill Huang Hu even if he missed it, how would it be so embarrassing?

"Leave a line everywhere, anything can happen in the wilderness, mountains and forests, and you must always keep some internal strength to protect yourself," Song Qingshu alerted. But now, Song Qingshu's eyes lit up, and he estimated the position of the tiger's belly according to his memory, and lifted the spear.

There is a pale yellow lump in the tiger's belly, faintly with the spirit of the tiger mountain forest.

Tiger Treasure!

Cows have bezoars, dogs have dog treasures, and a small piece will make many people flock to it. Some people say that it is a kind of stone, of course, different from gallstones in the human body, it is formed by the precipitation and accumulation of herbs and animal flesh essence.

About the bezoar dog treasure, it has long been recorded in history, and the Taoist of the Ming Dynasty branch has a poem in "The Legend of Ping Ghost":

There are only five kinds of desperate pills, and the bezoar dog treasure is saved in one place.

The water slices of ginseng are finely minced, and half of the large beads are used.

In fact, it is not only the bezoar dog treasure, but also the "donkey treasure" and "mule treasure" in the folk. Just as there are spirits in all life, the tiger is the king of beasts, the mountains and wilderness, deer and sheep and other beasts are its food, and the tiger treasure, it is the essence of those beasts that is precipitated in the tiger's belly, and it is very valuable.

Song Qingshu gently picked it with the gun, and the tiger treasure fell into his hand steadily, and he felt the ice lubricating oil when he started, Song Qingshu cleaned up the dregs on the surface and put the tiger treasure into the bag.

Yang Ge was born in Orion in his previous life, and his father had also hunted tigers and leopards, and their family had their own set of methods for dealing with tiger treasures.

"There are still a few medicinal herbs left", Song Qingshu muttered to himself, the tiger treasure is a treasure, and it cannot be ruined.

And the top priority is, of course, to fill the stomach. Getting up early in the morning to practice guns and fighting with the Yellow Tiger, Song Qingshu was already a little exhausted and hungry.

Song Qingshu took out the flint and steel from the baggage, picked up the dead branches and rotten leaves, and erected them into an arch, leaving a vent to start a fire.

"Hunting, hunting", the firewood was lit, and after a while, there was a crackling sound from time to time in the fire. Removing the hair on the surface of the tiger's legs, Song Qingshu got a wooden spear and ran up, and held it in his hand and baked it on the fire.

In an instant, the aroma of meat overflowed, looking at the crispy red and shiny meat, Song Qingshu didn't care about the scalding, three times and five times, and directly feasted.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, although the yellow tiger is dead, the majesty is still there, Song Qingshu is not afraid that the smell of meat will attract beasts, and the child is not a fish, and the food in the eyes of people can only be scoffed at by some animals, right?

To make up for the hunger in his abdomen, Song Qingshu found some wormwood everywhere, grinded it, and applied it to the wound on his back, which was a pain again, which was not enough for outsiders.

Walking on the broad road, it is necessary to guard against storms, and those who practice martial arts must not be without weapons in hand, nor without internal strength to protect themselves. Today, this yellow tiger suddenly attacked when Song Qingshu's internal strength was exhausted, making him embarrassed, and even dead!

The embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel in his heart, this river and lake is by no means a competition for children on Wudang Mountain, and they also reported each other's names before they started. Jackals, tigers and leopards, insects and snakes, can kill people without paying attention!

The air sank into the dantian, and the eyes were concentrated. Song Qingshu sat on the ground, not in a hurry, but took the opportunity to transport the Wudang Jiuyang Divine Skill to restore his internal strength.

When the monk Jueyuan passed away, he once fell into an epiphany and blurted out the Jiuyang Divine Skill, which was written down by Zhang Junbao (Zhang Sanfeng) and Guo Xiang on the side, and then formed two factions to form Wudang Jiuyang Gong and Emei Jiuyang Gong.

And Song Qingshu is the first disciple of the second generation of Wudang, and Song Yuanqiao is the head of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

Song Qing's bookshelf car is familiar with the driving exercises, a stream of heat slowly rises from the lower dantian, up to Baihui, down to Yuguan, and finally the two streams return to the dantian, condensed together, much stronger than before.

"Whew", Song Qingshu exhaled turbidity, his expression was radiant, and he swept away his previous tiredness, thinking of the purpose of this trip, a trace of fanaticism flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes.

With a single shot, he extinguished the charcoal, picked up his bags, and Song Qingshu set off again.

The mountains are sparsely populated, Song Qingshu gallops in the mountains and forests at a steady speed, Song Qingshu carries up the ladder cloud vertical method, wears the branches and leaves, Song Qingshu's body sometimes twists, over the ancient trees; From time to time, I use my strength to fight and sweep a few feet.

Song Qingshu was taking the opportunity to hurry up and temper his body.

The young man holds a spear and a burden in one hand, and the apes rise and fall in the jungle, forming a unique landscape.

On the way, Song Qingshu would also deliberately look for some medicinal herbs. Stopping and stopping all the way, "wild boar grass, grass snake tablets, dragon medicine spoons, tiger down-haired ......", the same decoction medicinal materials were included in Song Qingshu's bag.

When he was in a hurry, he stopped to recover his internal strength, and every morning, with the fragrance of dew, Song Qingshu swung his spear and stabbed forward again and again, tempering his basic skills.

Wielding a gun, drawing a gun, picking a gun, standing a gun, or the wind and rain, or the scorching sun, Song Qingshu maintained such a law and refused to delay at all.

Although he was a young child, Song Qingshu felt that his comprehension of guns had already reached the peak of his previous life. Even, even faintly win!

Wield the gun as you please, without being inhibited.

As for the move that exhausted Song Qingshu's strength in the morning of encountering the tiger, Song Qingshu named it "Hidden Dragon", and the dragon dived in the water, making a shock.

And as soon as he had time, Song Qingshu tried to integrate the Wudang faction's self-contained method into his gun skills.

In this way, Song Qingshu drove between the mountains of Shennongjia for more than a month. The clothes were in tatters, and Song Qingshu was not afraid.

Exposed to the sun and rain day by day, Song Qingshu's skin, which was originally known as "Jade Face Meng Taste", changed slightly color, except for the previous soft and delicate, there was a faint sense of perseverance, and his eyes were even more sharp to catch prey.

One afternoon, at the north end of the Shennong Mountain Shelf, there was a long snake swimming. The long snake is more than eight meters long, and its body is inlaid with dark scales with a faint glow. Looking at the long snake's bulky body, one can't help but ignore its speed.

And it's there, walking like the wind!

"Slippery, slippery", the long snake zigzags forward, leaving a snake path behind it.

Suddenly, the serpent stopped swimming, and in front of it there was a fawn. The fawn was frightened by the long snake, and I don't know if it was frightened or something, and it trembled and forgot to move.

The giant snake hesitated for a moment, then its black head burst out, opened its bloody mouth, and bit directly at the fawn. This snake is by no means an ordinary python! As we all know, pythons generally strangle their prey with their bodies, so there is such a direct mouth?

"Bang", the fawn's head was bitten to pieces, and at the same time, a huge trap bounced violently, and the sharp serrations struck the black head of the giant snake, clipping out a faint blood mark.

"What thick scales," exclaimed a bald-headed and fat-eared man in the grass not far away.

On the side of the big man, there were three other people, one of whom was rickety, clearly an old man in his fifties, with gloomy eyes, and said faintly: "That fawn's whole body fur is coated with poison, and this black snake will definitely not be able to run this time."

Beside the big man and the old man, there were two attendants, one of whom was courteous and named Zhang Hu, and complimented the old man: "The second master will return with a full load this time."

The other person stood quietly behind the big man, and when he heard the words, he snorted coldly and was silent.

The black snake caught the trap of the beast, and was furious, turning around to make a whirring sound.

The bald man looked at the black snake's actions and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, is it stupid?"

The thin old man, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, hurriedly took a few steps back, shouting as he retreated, "It's not good, it found us"

As soon as the voice fell, the angry black snake suddenly rushed over.

Changing in an instant, the speed of the black snake is amazing, and it came to the front of the big man at once, and the long tail swept away, and the fat-eared big man was caught off guard, and he hurriedly put the double hammer together.

The black snake has infinite power, and with a sweep, the fat-eared man was repelled a few meters, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the big man turned around and fled directly, and the black-clothed man who had been quiet and immobile before approached instantly, blocking the path of the black snake.

The black snake did not chase again, but suddenly ran away. Now the black snake sensed that something was wrong, and the trap didn't cause much damage to it, but why was its body a little weak?

"This thief is a son," the fat-eared man cursed.

"The medicine has taken effect, let's keep up", the old man was the first to chase the black snake, the attentive Zhang Hu followed, and the fat-eared man and the man in black walked last.

"Young master, are you alright?" asked the man in black in a low voice.

The fat-eared man smiled darkly: "That old guy."

......

Under a locust tree, there is a small grass, the edge of the blade of grass is like the ruler of a knife saw, and the blade of grass is slightly yellowed.

Song Qingshu carefully hollowed out the soil around the roots of the grass, and finally uprooted the grass, smoothed it out, and put it into the bag. "Finally found you" Song Qingshu was relieved, "poisonous snake grass" - the last medicinal herb for boiling tiger treasure soup.

Song Qingshu, who was walking in the mountains, changed his clothes, and not long ago met a village house, where Song Qingshu took a nap, took a bath, changed his clothes, and took the opportunity to roughly understand his whereabouts.

Your destination is just around the corner!

At this time, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be stunned, there was a "rustling" sound in the grass, and Song Qingshu clenched the spear in his hand.

Suddenly, a large snake burst out of the grass, and the footsteps of a group of people were heard behind it