Just under the words written by Xu Fu, there is a string of more than twenty fists-sized stone caves. These stone caves are natural one by one, without any trace of hand-made traces. A roll of bamboo slips is placed in each stone cave.

Wu Mian picked up a roll of bamboo slips, opened them and took a look, and his eyes fell into the bamboo slips and couldn't come out. The bamboo slips recorded several methods of using them. Not to mention Wu Mian, even the alchemist general manager had never heard of them. However, even if the general manager saw them with his own eyes, he did not have the ability to use the magic on the bamboo slips.

After reading for a while, Wu Mian opened several other bamboo slips. All of them were the magical experiences of the alchemist, but none of them recorded the methods of his own cultivation on them. This was also the backhand left by Xu Fu. If someone really broke in accidentally, at most he would just sweep away the gold in the cave, and would not be interested in these techniques that he could not understand at all.

For Wu Mian, the content of these bamboo slips is still a bit profound. After a whole night, he only understood a few superficial techniques in the first volume of bamboo slips. Ten days later, Wu Mian learned a small part of the magic in the bamboo slips, but when it comes to integrating them, it is still far from being able to be integrated.

Originally, according to Wu Mian's idea, he had to fully master the techniques recorded on the bamboo slips before going down the mountain, but on the morning of the tenth day, he had eaten all the dry food he had prepared at the foot of the mountain. Although Wu Mian's current physique was so persistent that he could survive, he had never practiced the ability to fast. After another day and a half, he was so hungry that he was distracted when he recited the bamboo slips. In desperation, Wu Mian could only put the bamboo slips back to their original place, took a piece of golden cake and left the cave, preparing to return to the foot of the mountain, buy more food and then come back to study the techniques on the bamboo slips again.

Just as Wu Mian stepped out of the cave, a fishy smell unique to a beast came to his face. A low roar was heard in his ears, and then a huge figure rushed towards Wu Mian.

Tiger! Wu Mian was shocked. He could not have imagined that such a big mountain would really meet the big insect that the old pavilion chief said. In vain, he had no time to learn the magic he had just learned, so he could only shrink his neck and hide his head, cross his hands to protect the vital points first. He had just put this posture out, and the tiger had already reached the front of him. The huge impact force rushed Wu Mian directly, and then opened his bloody mouth and bit Wu Mian's neck.

Wu Mian understood that although he was now immortal, his head was bitten off and he might not be able to survive. He reached out and pinched the tiger's neck and pushed it upwards in panic. A strange "click" sound was heard in his earlobes, and Wu Mian broke the tiger's head directly, and the back of the tiger's head was very strangely pressed against the tiger's back.

The tiger is worthy of being the king of all beasts. His neck was broken and he was not astonished on the spot. After just wailing, he let go of Wu Mian and ran out with endless eyes. Unfortunately, the tiger could not see anything except the sky. It didn't take long to run out and hit a big tree. After falling to the ground, it was no longer powerless and kept twitching.

Wu Mian stood up from the ground, and the wound that was caught by the tiger was healing at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. He looked at the tiger from afar, and waited until it was completely exhausted before walking over and dragging the dead tiger to the entrance of the cave. Wu Mian had no advantageous household items around him, so he could only tear the tiger skin off with his bare hands, and then divided the tiger meat into several parts with his hands.

Fortunately, there were all over the mountains. Wu Mian dragged a dead tree nearby. After breaking it into pieces, he took the fire and lit it. For an entire afternoon, he did nothing else and roasted hundreds of kilograms of tiger meat into dry food. With this tiger meat, Wu Mian spent more than two months in the cave.

Nearly three months have passed since the strange white-haired young man went up the mountain. The people at the foot of the mountain have almost forgotten the weirdo I saw three months ago. It was another big festival on the fifteenth day of the month. The old pavilion chief was still wandering around the market as usual. Just as he was about to go home and have two cups of drinks, a noise behind him attracted his eyes.

A young man with white hair in tiger skin was walking down the mountain road. Although the man's clothes were dirty and could not see the original color, the old pavilion leader could still recognize him at a glance from his snow-white hair. He was the weird guy who went up the mountain from here three months ago.

Just when the old pavilion chief was stunned, the white-haired young man also saw him, then walked over a few steps, draped the whole tiger skin on the old pavilion chief, and said, "What are you doing if you change to a full meal?"

The old head teacher was stunned for a while before he understood what Wu Mian said. He rubbed his eyes and made sure that he was not dreaming. In addition, the tiger skin was not cleaned up, and a bloody smell rushed straight into the old head teacher's forehead, and he even confirmed that he had a cheap price to come to the door.

"Is this big bug beaten to death by you, the little brother?" Although there was no other person in front of me, the old pavilion chief said nonsense.

Wu Mian said in his unique tone: "It's not me." Before the old pavilion chief's surprise expression was fully displayed, the white-haired guy immediately said: "Is it still you?"

Although the white-haired boy's words were a bit choking, the old head of the Pavilion could only swallow his breath for the sake of tiger skin. The old head of the Pavilion laughed dryly and said, "Young boy, you are a tiger-killing hero. Not to mention a meal, I don't care about your meal for a month. It just happened that today's fifteenth, the bison hunters made yesterday evening, and just put the soup pot."

As he said that, he took the tiger skin off his body and said to the young man behind him, "Go Lunzi, go and say to Lao Liu in the soup pot. The best bison meat will be sent to our store ten kilograms..."

Before he could finish his words, Wu Mian suddenly spoke, "Fifty pounds!"

The old chief swallowed and spitted, stared at Wu Mian with wide eyes and said, "What... fifty kilograms, can you eat it?"

Compared to the whole tiger skin, fifty kilograms of beef are really nothing. The old chief gritted his teeth and agreed.

The old head teacher's home is the only restaurant in a radius of dozens of miles. Although the rural restaurant cannot produce any decent food, it is already an amazing deal in the local area. After bringing Wu Mian to his own restaurant, the old head teacher shouted to the counter: "After guests, you are busy, go bake the noodles and stir-fried eggs! Cut some pickles first, and I will drink two taels of rice with me."

While talking, he went to the back of the counter. He took out a jar of wine and gave Wu Mian to a table. He first gave Wu Mian a bowl of dirty wine, and then gave himself a bowl. A young man brought a few plates of cut food. At this time, the local area could not produce any vegetables, but all kinds of pickles were pickled before winter. At this time, the back stove had already jingled, and soon the fragrance wafted out.

The old pavilion leader didn't let Wu Mian ask him to pick up a chopstick and radish, creaked and bit it in his mouth, then took a sip of the wine, and said to Wu Mian: "Brother, there is nothing good. They are all food in the countryside. If you are used to eating, you should eat a few bites. If you are not used to eating, you should sit for a while, and the beef and bread will come up in a while."

Seeing that Wu Mian had no interest in pickles and turbid wine, the old pavilion chief urged the client on the stove and started to draw Wu Mian's words: "I said, "Brother, you don't look like the people from Liaodong. What have you done after three months in Yanshan? Did you beat this tiger to death with your own hands? I have nothing else, just ask, the men from the government office come and ask, and I have some answers right. Do you know that the pavilion chief is not easy to do these days..."

From the beginning to the end, the old pavilion chief was alone and Wu Mian looked at him like this, without even saying a word. In the end, the old pavilion chief was really out of the question. Suddenly, he slapped the table, looked at Wu Mian, and shouted: "Is the dough cake not yet ready?"

Not long after the old pavilion chief shouted, the mixed grain bread and cut large plate of bison meat from the back stove were considered to be a relief for the old pavilion chief. What is rare is that there was a plate of scrambled eggs together. The young man who served the dishes explained: "First cut five kilograms of beef to serve the men. The remaining beef was heated with the original soup on the stove. After eating, the chef on the stove cut it to save the coolness of the condensed oil."

"No need" Wu Mian finally spoke and said, "Pack up the things on the table with the remaining beef. I'll take them away."

The old pavilion leader had just picked up a piece of beef. Before he could put it into his mouth, he heard Wu Mian's words. He frowned and the anger he had just suppressed rose again. He looked at Wu Mian and said, "Brother, we agreed to pay attention to your meal. I recognized how much you eat, but I didn't say you were wrapped and taken away..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the white-haired young man taking out two yellow round cakes and throwing them into the pickle dish. With a bang, he smashed the pickle dish. Then Wu Mian threw out another piece of golden cake and said, "I'll add two more pieces to you."

Gold! The old pavilion's eyes were straightened, and his lips couldn't help but tremble. He picked up a piece of golden cake and took it in his mouth and took it, almost breaking his teeth. However, before he could laugh out loud, he heard Wu Mian say, "This is the one who bought your beef and noodles."

The old pavilion chief looked at Wu Mian blankly and said at a loss: "This is one hundred taels of gold, how can I find it?"
Chapter completed!