Xianlu Spring and Autumn

Crouching Tiger Village is quite large, with a radius of ten miles, and there are about 2000 people. Compared with small towns, the scale is not much different. There is even a prosperous and lively market in the village.

Therefore, in addition to ordinary people in this village, people from other places often come here to exchange the prey medicinal materials they have obtained for their daily needs.

As soon as Ye Baicai walked into the avenue in the center of the village, he felt the breath of mortals and the strong smell of wildness. On both sides of the avenue, there were slices of animal meat, fur, bone knives and medicinal materials, and the sound of shouting , endlessly.

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

Not to mention his out-of-this-world temperament, just the fact that the fur on his shoulders is so complete that no damage can be seen, and the leopard is more than ten feet long is amazing.

Such a large prey is simply not something a lone hunter can catch. Seeing Ye Bai carrying a leopard weighing hundreds of catties, walking around with a vigorous gait, if there is nothing, there is probably no less than a thousand catties of strength in his arms, The gazes of many teenagers looking at Ye Bai were soon filled with admiration, as if they were astonished.

"Little brother, how do you sell your leopard? The old man's stall has the best bone knives, which are 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's leopard for sale. The person who spoke was an old man with a beard and wearing black animal skin, with a friendly smile.

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

Ye Bai smiled and refused one by one.

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

A tall man nine feet tall, with bronze skin, as thick as a black bear, pushed aside the crowd, and said angrily: "You man. Since you came to Crouching Tiger Village with this leopard on your back, you still won't sell it. , is this leopard not yours, or did it come from a wrong place?"

After the words fell, many people looked at Ye Bai with weird eyes.

When Ye Bai heard this, his eyes were slightly cold.His face is getting colder.

"Liku, the things belong to others. You don't care if they sell them or not. If you want them, you can call them yourself!"

An old and majestic voice came from outside the crowd.

"The patriarch is here!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and then everyone's voices immediately quieted down, and they all retreated to the sides with embarrassing expressions.Branching out a trail, it seems that the patriarch's reputation is extremely high.

Ye Bai raised his eyes, only to see a man of five or sixty years old, with a strong figure and a stooped appearance, walking towards him.There is only a piece of animal skin around the waist of this person, and the naked body is covered with scars, which can be seen.When I was young, I also experienced a difficult hunting career.

The old patriarch's eyes were as sharp as a knife.He stared at Ye Bai for a few times, nodded slightly, and said with a gentle expression: "The boys in the clan, I have spoiled them, they are very wild, guests from afar. I made you laugh, please don't get angry, Our Crouching Tiger Village has always been hospitable, if you are not in a hurry, you can stay here for a few more days. Let the old man treat you well."

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

The old patriarch nodded, looked around, and shouted: "It's all gone, what should I do, what's there to see."

Everyone dispersed with a bang.

The old patriarch nodded to Ye Bai again before walking elsewhere.

Ye Bai carried the leopard around the clan, and finally changed rooms with an old grandmother who lived in poverty. After everyone got the news, they sighed, but there was nothing they could do.

After wandering in the village for less than half an hour, Ye Bai returned to the old grandmother's house. The old grandmother had already prepared the steaming and fragrant grilled leopard meat.

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

After it got dark, the bonfires in the cottage were brightly lit, and the enthusiastic young people in the mountains danced cheerfully around the bonfire. It took more than two hours before they gradually dispersed.

Ye Bai liked the barbaric style of Crouching Tiger Village very much. He stayed for three or four days in a row. During the day, he walked and chatted slowly in the village, feeling the local customs. It is silent practice.

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

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

The leader is a medium-sized but unusually strong man. His body is full of muscles and full of explosive power. On his face, there are three scars with bloodstains that have not yet dried up, extending obliquely to his chest. The pain was extremely heavy, and the man didn't even hum, his face was as determined as a rock, but his eyes were full of sorrow.

The people behind them also had serious expressions on their faces, frowning, as if they had encountered something difficult.

The strangest thing was that this group was quite powerful, and all the sturdy squads didn't bring back any prey.

In the dead of night, the people in the village had already fallen asleep.

After the group returned to the village, they didn't go home, but went to the wooden house in the innermost part of the clan, and the leading man knocked lightly on the door.

"...Who is it?"

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

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

The leading man said softly.

This wooden house is the residence of Chong Laoyue, the patriarch of Crouching Tiger Village. This old man was also a famous hunter nearby when he was young, but now he is old and only responsible for some trivial matters in Crouching Tiger Village. Then it was handed over to his son Chongliao and another hunting expert in Crouching Tiger Village, Yingtie. The leading man outside the door was Yingtie.

With a squeak, the door opens!

A slightly hunched figure walked out of the door, and by the moonlight in the sky, Chong Laoyue looked tired and wrinkled, perhaps because he had just woken up, his gray hair was fluffy and messy.

"What's going on? Where's A Liao?"

Chong Laoyue went out and saw a few people, his eyes were startled, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong. The strong bloody aura on everyone's bodies and the heavy expressions on their faces all told him that something serious might have happened.

Yingtie lowered his head, and said in a heavy voice: "Two days ago, when we were hunting in the northern mountains, the beasts in the mountains went crazy for some reason, and suddenly rioted, and all of them ran wildly outside the forest. We immediately Run away, A Liao is separated from us."

Chong Laoyue'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 to come back alone!"

BR took a few breaths, and said with helplessness in his eyes: "We searched the forest for a day, but we couldn't find him. Three of our brothers died, and we were all wounded. There is no other way, so I came back to ask you for an idea."

When Chong Laoyue heard the words, his expression softened a little, and he thought for a moment and asked, "Where did you go hunting?"

Yingtie was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "The east and north of Benmayuan is near Guishou Ridge."

Chong Laoyue's face changed again, and he shouted angrily: "Who told you to go there, there are legendary monsters living there, extremely dangerous, even when I was young, I would have stayed far away."

BR fell silent.

After a long time, a voice came from behind him, whispering, "It was Aliao who insisted on going there, and the brothers couldn't stop him. He said there might be some large wild animals there, and he said he needed to hunt more pickled animals." Get up and save the stockade for winter."

Chong Laoyue's body trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes closed slowly, he was silent for a long time, and then opened again, his eyes were red, he waved his hands weakly and said: "Go home, heal your injuries Once raised, don’t go out anytime soon, that bastard, who killed three more of our crouching tiger men, his death is not a pity, no one is allowed to look for him again!”

Everyone looked even more sad, and finally all dispersed.

Seeing the crowd dispersed, Chong Laoyue went back to his room, and after closing the door, he covered his face and wept bitterly, sobbing bitterly.

After half a stick of incense, the old man lit a dim oil lamp, took down a rusty spear from the wall, and began sharpening it vigorously with a whetstone.

At the third watch, a figure with a hunting bow on his back and a spear in his hand left the gate of the village, and ran to the north under the faint starlight. (To be continued..)