Zhao Qianjun is an outsider from Wang Lizhuang. He came to Wang Lizhuang in his twenties. With his good skills, he hunted wild animals in Tianyu Mountain behind him, and then took them to Qingshi Town to sell them. He then exchanged some pheasants and hares with the families in the village for some food. Zhao Qianjun is generous and the amount of food exchange depends on everyone's voluntary exchange. After a while, the people of Wang Lizhuang thought that this outsider was really good.

Zhuangzi clan leader Wang Tianwang solicited opinions from more than twenty families, and drew a piece of land from the east end of Zhuangzi, asking Zhao Qianjun to build a house.

Zhao Qianjun, who had just arrived in the mountains to rest for a while, settled down in Wang Lizhuang and married a daughter surnamed Li as his wife. After more than twenty years, Zhao Qianjun lived a wealthy life with his own hunting skills. He had a daughter. He married Wang Fugui, a son of the Wang family, as his wife. Now there are only hunter Zhao Qianjun and his wife Zhao Li family in the family.

When Zhao Qianjun opened the wooden door, he saw the black bear on the ground. He looked up at the smiling Yuan Xi, and his big hand covered with calluses slapped Yuan Xi's shoulder.

"Good boy, you can do it!"

Zhao Qianjun knew that this big black bear must have been hunted by Yuan Xi, because a few years ago, Yuan Xi saved his life in the deep mountains and forests.

Yuan Xi was just twelve years old at that time.

Yuanxi scratched his head,

"Uncle Zhao, I'm here to trouble you again!"

Zhao Qianjun squatted down, patted the huge prey with his thick hands, then grabbed the trapped front limbs of the black bear with one hand, and greeted him.

"How many times have you been here, and you still say such a heretic. Come on, help me and my uncle to carry this big guy to the backyard."

"Yeah," Yuanxi responded, and the two of them carried the big black bear one after another to the backyard.

The backyard is where Uncle Zhao slaughtered his prey.

Four years ago, in the early summer, Zhao Qianjun went hunting in the mountains with a big bow and a hunting fork in his hand.

Tianyu Mountain has many mountains and many trees, so there are many preys. Of course, poisonous insects and beasts are also common. The nearly twenty-year hunting career has allowed Zhao Qianjun to go further and deeper in this mountain forest. There is no shortage of prey, but the mountain is always so mysterious.

Going alone into the mountains and forests is like throwing a stone into a big lake, only creating a few ripples.

Zhao Qianjun walked far this time, and was separated from Wang Lizhuang at the foot of the mountain, four or five larger hills. From a distance, the mountains were still continuous. He was a little risky and always wanted to walk more and see more. After walking, he felt a sense of conquest. The prey was just for him. He could take a few arrows and take a few pheasants and hares down the mountain. Those deer, boars, roe deer, etc. were not difficult to fight.

Most wolves are moving in deeper mountains and forests. Zhao Qianjun often hears howling, but he doesn't think about going to go over and make up the idea of ​​these animals who like to live in groups.

The old saying goes, it’s better to fight a tiger than to provoke a pack of wolves.

Zhao Qianjun has hunted black bears and fought fierce tigers. The bear fell into the mechanism he designed and was shot to death by him by several arrows. When he carried the big bear down the mountain, everyone in Wang Lizhuang gave him a thumbs up. Unfortunately, there were several holes in the bear skin.

As for the tiger, it is considered his hatred.

It was several years after he settled in the village. He was almost thirty years old and wanted to add some extraordinary experiences to his hunting career.

He usually doesn't see tigers on the hills he hunts. After several times he went deep into the forest, he found traces of tigers.

However, even though he had all his tricks, the tiger was not like the stupid bear and did not fall into a trap. He gritted his teeth and then did it head-on.

He lies in the area where tigers appear, climbs up a tree that is one and a half-person tall, staring at the leaves with breath.

The mountain is the battlefield of the king of the jungle. Zhao Qianjun aimed the arrow very accurately and went straight to his forehead. However, the beast's intuition was too sharp. When the arrow broke through the air, the colorful tiger, forty feet away, moved, only hurt its left ear.

The tiger was irritated.

A distance of dozens of feet is very close to this beast.

After shooting the arrow, Zhao Qianjun had sweated on his forehead. When he saw the beast in the distance avoiding a fatal arrow, he knew that danger was coming to him.

Without hesitation, he jumped off the half-height branch of the man. He had already carried the big bow in his hand, and he picked up the hunting fork under the tree and ran down the mountain.

He had a martial arts master and was not flustered, and he was not unfamiliar with the terrain in the mountains. He moved left and right while going down the mountain, and ran to see how many tigers caught up.

Even though he has practiced the stance for a few years, his foot strength is still good, but the tiger has its natural advantage. After running less than 200 feet, the tiger is approaching.

Zhao Qianjun made a sharp turn and his right arm accumulated strength to throw the hunting fork in his hand towards the roaring tiger. At the same time, he took off the big bow with his left hand, and his free right hand quickly pulled out a bamboo arrow from the quiver at his waist, placed it on the bow, and aimed in front of him.

Seeing that the prey was right in front of him, the tiger wanted to pounce forward and press it to the ground. The hunting fork flew over, causing Ben to dive into Zhao Qianjun's tiger. The steel fork passed under the tiger's belly, only hurting his right hind leg.

A tiger roar resounded throughout the dense forest. After landing, the tiger turned around and fled into the forest without hesitation. At this time, Zhao Qianjun just completed the action of bent his bow and arrow. He aimed at the escaped tiger, but did not shoot the arrow until the beast disappeared into the dense forest.

Zhao Qianjun let out a long sigh, put down the bow and arrow in his hand, entered the bucket, and turned around to pick up the hunting fork. The mountain wind blew, and the sweat was so cold on his back.

"Why didn't you shoot that arrow in the end?"

Zhao Qianjun, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was stunned again, how could anyone have?

The already wet body was startled and sweating in a cold sweat. He was bent down and picked up the hunting fork, quickly turned around, held the hunting fork tightly with both hands, and looked in the direction where the sound was coming.

A man in green clothes was leading a small child. The child looked only four or five years old. He was gnawing a chicken leg. Zhao Qianjun had seen the costume of a man in green clothes. When he went to learn skills, he had the honor to meet a disciple of the Qingyun Sect in Bazhou.

That was when he was studying art at Yunde Martial Arts Hall.

When he had just grown a little fluff at the corner of his mouth, he suffered a disaster at home. He was so tired that he could not make a living. He was so hungry that he almost went to steal, but he only dared to hide in the corner and watch secretly, not daring to reach out. In the end, he picked up a broken bowl, squatted on the street, buried his head without making a sound.

"That's why you can't eat."

When the two steamed buns were handed to him, he felt that it was so unreal. He raised his head timidly and looked at the middle-aged man who handed the steamed buns.

The middle-aged man bent over first, but then he simply squatted down.

"Eat!"

Zhao Qianjun, who was so hungry that he was almost exhausted, did not hesitate. He grabbed the steamed buns, glanced at the man squatting down, and quickly stuffed them into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!" The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Qianjun who was stuffing steamed buns into his mouth. Then he asked him a question.

"Would you like to go with me? At least it will make you full!"

Zhao Qianjun, whose mouth was stuffed with steamed buns, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded quickly. What do he do? Fill his stomach first.

In this way, Zhao Qianjun became a traitor disciple of Yunde Martial Arts Hall.

He was able to eat and wear well, and his master also taught some martial arts. Zhao Qianjun was grateful to his teacher throughout his life. The bear skin of the big black bear he hunted was given to his master filial piety.

Look at the man in blue clothes, he must be the one who is a high-ranking family. He just showed up in the deep mountains and forests with this child gnawing chicken legs. What happened?

Knowing that the man must be very skilled, he could still watch himself fight with a child. Besides, the man's expression did not look malicious. The hunting fork tightly held in his hand became looser. Zhao Qianjun inserted the hunting fork on the ground, then sat on the thick fallen leaves and said,

"I'm not sure. If the arrow shoots out, my confidence will be gone."

The man in blue shirt smiled,

"You are cautious, but it is indeed a wise choice."

In this way, Zhao Qianjun met Yuan Xi's master, the young man who called himself Shan Jushi. As for why he called himself Shan Jushi, it was actually what Yuan Xi said casually. Because at that time he took Xiao Yuanxi to live in seclusion in this mountain.

Zhao Qianjun has made a lot of efforts in Yuanxi's seclusion and his master's life.

Later, when Yuan Xi grew up, he often hunted and sent it to Zhao Qianjun's house for daily necessities. Shan Jue Shi was rich. Zhao Qianjun did not help the master and apprentice for nothing at all, although he tried his best to rude. Shan Jue Shi made it clear that he did not have any help for no reason, and I didn't have money to give it to you.

Yuanxi and Uncle Zhao slaughtered the big black bear in the backyard together.

The bear skin was completely peeled off by Zhao Qianjun. Looking at this complete bear skin, Zhao Qianjun sighed, "Heroes are young."

"Yuanxi, why? Do you want my uncle, to help you get it to the town for money? Or do you keep it to your master to be filial to you?"

"Uncle Zhao, you want to help me with this skin. I will go down the mountain in a few days. The master said there is nothing to teach me, so I will go to the world by myself. I will carry this skin first, and it can be used as a rest mat on the road."

Zhao Qianjun was stunned when he hung the bear skin on the pole next to him.

"You are going down the mountain now? Yes, you were much better than your uncle four years ago!"

In the past, the essential things needed for mountain lay Buddhists were sent to the mountain by Zhao Qianjun, so they would not be given for free. After a while, Wang Lizhuang also knew that such a hermit with a child came from the Tianyu Mountain behind Zhuangzi.

The mountain layman did not always come out of the mountains. He would probably take Yuanxi to the four major cities in Bazhou several times in a year.

Tianyu Mountain belongs to the boundary of Pingnan City in the southern part of Bazhou, while the eastern part of Bazhou is under the jurisdiction of Yunshang City, connecting to Jingzhou in the east. The capital of Bazhou Ziyang City in the northeast and is adjacent to Yuzhou in the north. However, the official road leading to Yuzhou from Bazhou through Yunshang City in the eastern part of Bazhou is to borrow from Jingzhou. Because there are many mountain roads at the junction of Bazhou and Henan, it is not suitable to repair the official road. Liangzhou, a neighbor in the western part of Bazhou, needs to first enter the near Liangcheng in the western part of Bazhou, then cross the central part of Bazhou to Yunshang City in the eastern part and then enter Jingzhou to the capital.

Although Liangzhou is located in the north by Yongzhou, it is a long way to climb high and go around the world by borrowing the road from Yongzhou. It is far less than walking through Ba and Jingzhou.

Yuanxi's master, Mr. Shan, seemed to be short of money. Yuanxi didn't know where his master's money came from, and he wouldn't give it to him anyway. Yes, his master said it very clearly that this is his own money and has nothing to do with Yuanxi.

However, before Yuan Xi was ten years old, he would still provide Yuan Xi with clothes and food and other daily necessities. However, the clothes of Shan Jushi have always been customized by tailors in the city cloth village, and Xiao Yuan Xi's clothes were sewn by someone in Wang Lizhuang.

The layman Shan did not restrict Yuan Xi's freedom. When he had time, Yuan Xi would follow Zhao Qianjun to the village. When Yuan Xi was ten years old, his master told him that he could hunt like Uncle Zhao, so he had to support himself. However, the master taught him for so long and raised him for so long, and he would have to serve his master for a few years.

Yuan Xi was smart since childhood. Because he left with his master early in his youth, he almost forgot his childhood memories, and even forgot how he followed his master. Although he also wanted to know his mother and who his father was, the master said he would meet him in the future. In addition, he only had the support of his master, so he followed his master with all his heart.

When he was walking with his master, he was holding a small thing in his hand. It was a small wooden man, and he never wanted to throw it away. The master didn't care about him and let him go.

The carved wood man made it very rough and dressed a little strangely.

The master told him that it was the master’s decision to take him away from his hometown. As for whether he hates him, the master didn’t care. And he did not suffer any hardship on the way to Tianyu Mountain. In order to appease a child over three years old, the unmarried lay Buddhist also tried his best to go there together with delicious food and fun.

When he was young, he did not plant the seeds of hatred in his heart.

On the mountain, the master not only taught him martial arts, but also taught him to read and write, and told him the classics of the predecessors. What Yuan Xi admired the most was that when the master taught him everything, he taught him dictated it.

After ten years old, Yuan Xi began to support himself. Fortunately, there were many birds and animals in the mountains, and with Yuan Xi's skills, it was no problem to catch prey. Yuan Xi's prey was handed over to Uncle Zhao. Under Yuan Xi's insistence, 30% of the prey's income was directly given to Uncle Zhao, and the remaining 70% of Yuan Xi's remaining except for exchange for his own clothes and the food for the master and the disciple, all the rest was handed over to the master. Anyway, Yuan Xi's copper coins and silver and other things were useless to put on him.

When Yuanxi was twelve years old, four years ago, he bullied birds and beasts in the mountains. Yes, with his skills, he was bullying birds and beasts. When he heard the roar of tigers, he left afterwards. Tigers are rare on weekdays, and they mostly appear in deeper mountains where the master did not allow him to go.

Yuanxi was running in the mountains. It was rare to see tiger traces in the forest where he often played, so he couldn't let it run away. The mountain where Yuanxi often played was introduced by Uncle Zhao to Mr. Shan. After running for a while, Yuanxi realized that he seemed to have run out of the mountain where his master allowed him to play. The sound of the tiger biting seemed to be not far away, making Yuanxi itchy. After all, it was the young nature. After hesitating for a moment, Yuanxi continued to run forward. Yuanxi himself didn't know that in the distance, his master looked at him with a smile on his lips.

On the other side of the mountain, Zhao Qianjun felt a little regretful and cautious for several years. Unexpectedly, this beast was still thinking about him. He was holding a hunting fork on the tree and staring at the roaring tiger under the tree. There was more than one. In addition to the one with an old injury in his ear, there was one.

The situation just now was almost a death-free escape for Zhao Qianjun.

When he saw the tiger that he could not forget, the tiger also saw him. He bent his bow and arrow without hesitation. It seemed that the injury of the previous one had made the tiger have a memory. It looked at Zhao Qianjun from a distance, not getting close, and also used the help of the forest to hide.

When the hunter is discovered by his prey, he may become a prey.

Zhao Qianjun did not dare to act rashly. The hunting fork was inserted at his feet, and the arrow was still aiming in front of him. Sweat dripped on the ground, and when the mountain wind blew, the pores contracted and the sweat hair stood up.

He glanced around him and said, "If you run, how could you be faster? If you can't run, there is a big tree two meters away. But unless it is absolutely necessary, try not to be trapped in the tree."
To be continued...