"Uncle, you and the aunt each have one, and I will take the remaining two to the mountain to give to the master. I will have to ask the aunt to cook the remaining meat later. You will be fine if you suffer from the remaining meat, so that other uncles and uncles can also try it out. In addition, I will ask the aunt to prepare some dry food for me. I will take it with me when I go down the mountain in two days."

"Xiao Yuanxi, don't worry, uncle asked your aunt to prepare it for you."

Zhao Qianjun's big calluses patted Yuan Xi's shoulder,

"I'll have a few sips with my uncle later!"

The first time Yuanxi drank was to help Uncle Zhao hunt tigers. The master was very satisfied with his performance and threw his wine gourd to him.

He had been thinking about his master's gourd for a long time and couldn't wait to open the plug and take a sip. Almost like every child who thought wine was a good thing, Yuan Xi's first sip was so spicy that it was so spicy.

After a few choking, Yuanxi curled his lips and then smacked his lips before feeling a hint of sweetness from the spicy taste.

At that time, Mr. Shan smiled and told him,

"Drinke lightly, drink slowly."

The fire is roasted with treated tiger legs.

Hu was slaughtered by Uncle Zhao and Yuanxi together, and Mr. Shan would never do this.

After Yuan Xi was eight years old, the things that were done by Yuan Xi who had learned slowly were done, and before that, there was Zhao Qianjun.

At first, the Zhao family's wife was unhappy, but later when Zhao Qianjun handed over the money to her woman, she smiled. It's not that she loves money, but who is willing to do more laundry and cooking for two of them for no reason?

Yuanxi learned how to cook with Aunt Zhao.

Cooking wild game in the mountains is either roasted or cooked. So even when Yuanxi started cooking, he often went to Uncle Zhao's house to make some vegetables and rice to the mountain to change the taste. As for the wine, it was sold by a small wine shop in Qingshi Town, which is brewed by the farmers' homes. It is not a good jade wine, but mostly bought by Zhao Qianjun.

While gnawing on tiger meat and drinking wine, Yuan Xi suddenly felt very unhappy. The effect of alcohol made the half-baby feel comfortable, and the master did not stop him from constantly pouring wine into his mouth.

That night, the young man was drunk.

If a boy does not recognize the taste of sorrow, he will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.

The next day, Yuan Xi woke up with a little headache. She sat cross-legged and adjusted her inner breath for a whole day, and then she returned to her best condition. The master painted with branches on the ground beside her. This open space was still the place where Yuan Xi learned to read and practiced calligraphy in the early years.

When Mr. Shan saw Yuan Xi woke up, he waved to him and told him a word, "In the future, you can drink a cup of wine, but if you are not with someone you are at ease, you should not be drunk without knowing it."

Yuanxi nodded and said he remembered it. The master told him a lot, and he remembered it all.

In the backyard of Zhao's family, four plates of side dishes with wine and side dishes, boiled green beans in salt water, air-dried venison jerky, fried vegetables, and a large plate of steamed and dried pheasants.

Yuanxi was fighting against Uncle Zhao, while Aunt Zhao was busy steaming bear paws in the kitchen. The old couple didn't steam their own two, so they kept them and asked their daughter to come back to eat one together, and then brought one for their in-laws. As for the bear meat, Zhao Qianjun would chop it up later and bring some to each house in the village to bring some to each house, and they all came to enjoy Xiao Yuanxi's glory. They used to often drink, but they were afraid there would be no chance in the future.

The father and father were drinking and chatting about the past few years. Zhao Qianjun was reluctant to leave, so he drank a few more glasses and told Yuan Xi with red eyes.

"If you don't know how to say literary uncle, you will definitely have a promising future. Don't forget that there is a Wang Lizhuang here and your Uncle Zhao here."

Farewell to Uncle Zhao who was a little drunk, Yuanxi took the prepared bear paw and went to the mountain to find his master.

Before the person gets drunk, his eyes are red.

The mountains are high and dense forests seem to have a peach blossom land.

Yuanxi returned to his and his master's home, which was a quiet place that Uncle Zhao found when he first met Uncle Zhao.

There are stone caves in the mountains, which are very spacious inside, about the size of a room and a half room. There is about half acre of flat land outside the stone cave, and a small courtyard has been surrounded by fences made of branches.

This place was originally a place where Zhao Qianjun found a resting place to go up the mountain to hunt. At that time, he just cleaned up, but he didn't expect that he would eventually become the home of Master Yuanxi's disciple.

The most surprising thing here is that there is a natural mountain spring next to the cave, and there is a saying that the clear spring flows up the stone.

There is a small wooden house built by Zhao Qianjun in the right front of the cave entrance in the small yard, which contains some food and dry firewood. A pavilion is set on the left, and there are wooden tables and benches in the pavilion.

There is also a small open space in the courtyard, which is very flat, and it is the place where Shan Jushi teaches Yuanxi to learn to read and practice calligraphy.

Mr. Shan played chess by himself in the pavilion. He often played chess with himself, but he never taught Yuan Xi how to play chess. Yuan Xi walked to the pavilion with a food box without disturbing his master.

After the mountain layman made a move, he looked up at Yuanxi.

“What is it?”

Yuanxi smiles,

"Master, it's a good thing, steam bear's paw!"

Although both the master and the disciple are very skilled, the lay Buddhists of Shan would never hunt. Yuanxi often beat pheasants, hares, birds and birds for prey. He once fought with black bears. That was because the master took him to the mountains to find opponents in order to let him learn to fight.

After the master ate the bear paw, he praised it all the time.

Mr. Shan nodded and glanced at a hare and two tits in Yuan Xi's left hand.

"There is not enough bear's paw?"

Yuanxi grinned,

"Just two, I will pack up the rabbit and tits later and bake them for food! I'm going down the mountain. Isn't Master greedy for my skills?"

Mr. Shan stroked the smooth chess piece with his fingers and smiled.

"You've eaten too much! Did you name your fingering method of killing birds?"

Yuan Xi learned archery from Zhao Qianjun when he was a child. Later, he thought archery and hunting were troublesome, so he studied using his fingers to shoot prey.

His internal strength was taught by his master, and he didn't know what name he was. He didn't know how big his internal strength was. Anyway, Uncle Zhao said that he was very powerful. With internal strength, the stones he popped out were very powerful.

And accuracy is naturally achieved every day, and there is no shortage of moving targets in the mountains.

However, the master taught him the control of strength. Because most of the birds he hit were shattered by the stones he popped out, and the prey was hit, but the harvest was nothing.

Shan Jushi asked Yuanxi to set up a target thirty feet away. Then he asked him to blink his fingers and shoot the target. But instead of shooting a stone, it was three. When was there only one stone left and finally hit the target? Even if he had a good grasp of finger strength.

In fact, it is also asking Yuan Xi to practice controlling his internal strength.

After all, the internal skills he taught Yuan Xi was not a frightening technique.

How can one stone be left to hit the target? The only way to let the stone shot from behind catch up with the previous stone and smash it and continue flying forward.

After practicing for a year in Yuanxi, he finally achieved only the third stone left to hit the target.

Later, he got used to it, so he continued to play in different ways and practice his fingering. The previous gravel method had been practiced. He came up with another method, and hit the previous gravel with the stone shot out from behind and then fell, giving the previous gravel a thrust to continue flying forward and hit the target.

At first, he practiced to hit the first stone with the second stone and then drop it after falling, and then drop it to ensure that the first stone can hit the target smoothly.

With the foundation of control strength before, Yuan Xi has been practicing this easier. Then he began to practice shooting three stones before and after, and the three stones remained on the same line and flew towards the target, but the third one hit the second stone first and then fell, the second one hit the first stone and then fell, and the first stone hit the target.

After he practiced this, he came up with new tricks. The first and third stones could hit the target, so he practiced letting the second stone hit the target.

Then use the second stone to smash the first stone and continue flying forward, and the third stone hits the second stone and then falls.

It's easy to say, but Yuan Xi has practiced for so long and has regarded scooping stones as a game. Later, he practiced as he would do whatever he wants, and he could hit the target as much as he wanted. The first two and the last two are OK.

His fingering method has never done anything else, so he used it to shoot birds and rabbits. He also hit a honeycomb once, and once he wanted to get some honey to eat. The master never told him that bees can sting people, so after he shot down the big honeycomb, he ran over to pick up the honeycomb.

He waved his honeycomb and ran away, and the bees chased after him, while the bee colony in his hand was still bee dumped out by him.

The honey is sweet, but the bag on the face hurts too.

The master looked at his swollen face, laughed and joked,

"Yuanxi, you should eat less. Whose nine-year-old child has a face as fat as you?"

Yuanxi was gnawing honey bit by bit, not because he was reluctant to let go, but because he didn't dare to open his mouth too much, and he couldn't open it. The master didn't say much, but just told him that a small bee could hurt you, so don't take it lightly at any time.

Then he sighed again, the ability of the group is the greatest strength.

What's the use of high skills?

The master said a lot, but Yuan Xi didn't understand it, so he just remembered it in his heart. He thought that he would understand what the master said in the future.

After hearing the master asked him the name of his fingering, Yuan Xi glanced at his master.

"Master, it's just a stone-burning thing, why do you have to name it? Or is it called the stone-burning finger?"

The mountain layman laughed and scolded,

"Even if the master has never taught you the poems and songs that I think are useless, you won't give such a rustic name. You are not ashamed, but I am ashamed!"

After glaring at the disciple, Mr. Shan continued,

"You think it's a stone-burning thing. When you go down the mountain, it may be a shocking martial art. Since you have used it to kill birds, it's called the shocked finger."

When Yuanxi heard this, he quickly thanked his master.

"Shocked Bird finger, Shocked Bird finger, Master casually said that it was indeed much better than the name of shooting birds that I had just tried my best to think about. It's such a good name, thank you Master! I'm going to cook!"

Mr. Shan nodded.

The bright moon leaves the branches and startles the magpies, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night.

After living in the deep mountains for thirteen years, it was time to get out. Looking at the busy Yuanxi not far away, the lay Buddhists in the mountains gently twisted the chess pieces and put them back into the jar.

The bird flew up with one finger, and the eagle left the nest and sang in a sensation.

Charcoal is red.

Yuanxi flipped the branches of the hare tits. The prey was roasted and the grease continued to drip onto the charcoal. With a sizzling sound, white smoke rose.

The seasonings have been sprinkled, with finely ground salt and some spices mixed with chili noodles.

Seeing that the roast was almost done, Yuanxi gently moved the charcoal and dispersed the fire to avoid burning the food on the rack.

Take out a small square table and two square stools from the wooden house and place it in the yard. Yuan Xi then put the bear's paws insulated with hot water from the pot inside the house and placed them on the table.
To be continued...