The girl came very fast and rushed into the pack of wolves in an instant. The arrows were like meteors and the bows were astonished as thunder. Before the snow wolf around her could jump up, she was penetrated through the servants.

Xu Xuan had never seen such an accurate and rapid archery technique before, and was dazzled and his blood was boiling. Just as he was about to cheer, he suddenly saw a snow wolf pounced on her neck, and his heart was shaking, and he shouted, "Be careful..." Before he finished speaking, she turned around and shot the snow wolf into the air with an arrow.

Then there was a continuous "swish" sound, arrows danced rafts, and a sudden whistle sounded from the south, and dozens of cavalry rushed towards the sky. The wolves were in chaos and fled to the north. In a blink of an eye, they disappeared into the vast wind and snow, leaving only nearly a hundred corpses.

The dozens of people galloped and shot arrows until the howling of the wolf gradually became unheard, and then ran back from the wind and snow, roaring and slamming horses, looking at Xu Xuan in astonishment and suspicion, then looked at the giant tiger stripped of fur and the wolf corpses that were beaten to death by him everywhere, as if he couldn't believe that all this was done by him alone.

Xu Xuan felt a stern. These people were all wearing white furs, braided hair drooping their shoulders, and their faces were full of bravery and cruel expressions. They were undoubtedly the Tartars of the Jin Dynasty.

He admired Yue Fei since he was a child, and heard many tragic incidents of the Tartars massacres of the city and murdered people in the Jin Dynasty, and hated the Tartars to the core. But the Zhen Aunt, who loved him the most, was a Jurchen tribe. Since he was a child, he also heard her talk about many old things in Liaodong. It is hard to hate the brave and fearless Jurchen hunters she mentioned.

The furs worn by these people in front of them were mostly made of furs of wolves, foxes, cows, pigs and other animals. They were wearing thick linen clothes and the leather boots under their feet were polished and white. They were obviously poor hunters, not Tartar soldiers, nor Jurchen nobles who came out to hunt for fun.

The leader seemed to be an old man with a white beard, wearing a fox-skinned felt, and a twisted scar on his forehead, winding from the corner of his left eyebrow to his right ear, as if he was being caught by a beast, making the originally clear face become indescribable. He narrowed his eyes, looked at Xu Xuan up and down, and said a series of words in a low voice, as if asking him.

Although Xu Xuan had learned some of the simplest Jurchen words from Zhen Auntie, he could not understand a single word when they were connected together, so he had to shake his head.

Suddenly, a sharp cry came from the air, and the snow-white eagle falcon hovered and landed on the girl's left arm. The girl gently touched its feathers, rode her horse to the old man, pointed to Xu Xuan, and pointed to the tiger corpses and wolves on the snow, and said a few words, and everyone was shocked.

The girl seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with white fur all over, long slanted eyebrows, thin lips, and a sporty figure. She spoke like a jade bead falling from the plate, which was quite pleasant. The eagle on her left arm looked left and right, looking arrogant and heroic.

Xu Xuan felt aroused in his heart and blurted out: "Xiongkulu"

This white eagle is the most rare "Haidongqing" in Liaodong. The Jurchen word is "Xiongkulu". This bird is known as the "God of Ten Thousand Eagles", and the Jurchens regarded it as "the messenger of the god". Haidongqing is rebellious and brave, and it is extremely difficult to tame his liver. There is a proverb in Liaodong that "A life of death is rare, and a divine eagle is rare."

It is said that Emperor Tianzuo of the Liao Kingdom was forced to pay tribute to Haidongqing every year, and it was too much for the Jurchens to finally aroused the angry resistance of the Jurchens, which led to the fall of the Liao Dynasty. Haidongqing regarded white as the most precious thing, and the pure white as snow on the girl's arm was never seen.

Everyone was surprised to hear the sudden appearance of this Jurchen word from him. The girl stared at him with bright eyes and said another word. Seeing that he was confused, she asked in extremely stiff Chinese: "Your name is Kulu,?"

Xu Xuan laughed in silence, and only then did he realize that the old man was asking about his origin. He shook his head, pointed to the eagle on her arm, and said, "Your Xiongkulu is so beautiful." He originally wanted to tell his identity, but considering that Song and Jin had fought for years and had a deep grudge, even though these people saved themselves from the wolf claws, they might turn against him and shoot him immediately. They could do it perfunctorily.

The girl smiled sweetly, quite happy. The old man looked quite alert and asked in stiff Chinese: "Are you a southerner? Why did you get here?"

Xu Xuan said: "I am a drug dealer in the Song Dynasty. I went to Liaodong to collect ginseng and buy deer antlers. Yesterday, I got lost in the mountains and forests and met a tiger again. I accidentally fell off the cliff and broke my legs. Fortunately, there is no way out, and I met you..." He changed his mind and put his father's experience on himself, which was very appropriate.

Every year, many pharmaceutical merchants from the Song Dynasty went to Liaodong to collect herbs, and Jurchens saw them many times. The old man looked slightly calmer and pointed at the giant tiger and said, "Did you beat this tiger to death?"

Xu Xuanfangfu nodded, and everyone shouted again, his face full of shock and admiration. The girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she was filled with sadness and joy. She suddenly jumped off the horse's back and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Xu Xuan was shocked. The old man suddenly jumped off his horse, raised a long staff made of white bones, and shouted: "Xiongkulu" Jurchen hunters also pulled open their clothes, beat their chests and whistled, and shouted: "Xiongkuluxiongkuluxiongkulu"

The old man handed the bone staff to his hand, and said a large string of Jurchen words with a serious expression, and then simply said it in stiff Chinese. Only then did Xu Xuan understand the whole story.

It turned out that this was the Luo Wilderness north of Liaodong, close to the North Sea. Most of these hunters were Jurchens, and some Khitans, Bohai people and Xi people were unwilling to follow the Jurchen tribes to move south, nor were they willing to be recruited to fight, so they moved north to this cold and deserted land and hunted for a living.

The old man was named Wanyan Alejin, who was elected by everyone; the girl was named Wanyan Sulige, who was his granddaughter. The bone staff on his hand was the leg bone of his son Wanyan Kuli. Wanyan Kuli was brave and good at fighting, had unparalleled shooting skills in the world, and was even good at using long swords. He was respected by hunters as "Xiongkulu" and "Luo Wilderness Eagle".

Three years ago, two white tigers suddenly appeared here, one female and one male, extremely violent. The hunters surrounded and suppressed each other, not only failed to shoot, but more than 20 people were bitten to death. Even the village was attacked by the two white tigers, with heavy casualties.

Wanyan Kuli led seven people to chase and kill the two tigers, and finally shot all the arrows, fought alone and slashed into the head of the tiger with one sword. However, his strength was exhausted and his efforts were squandered. Instead, the furious evil beast swallowed it alive, leaving only a broken leg.

In order to avenge his son, Wanyan Alejin made his leg bones into bone sticks and led his tribe members to hunt the two tigers everywhere, but he never returned without success. Until today, they followed Hai Dongqing's cry and chased him all the way to this place, only to find that the ferocious beast that swallowed Wanyan Kuli alive had been beaten to death by this strange boy and stripped off the tiger's skin. The shock and joy in his heart were imaginable.

What shocked them even more was that the young man had both legs and was injured all over. With just a pair of flesh palms and a dagger, he could actually slaughter a group of wolves and beat the white tiger to death and injury. In excitement, he gave him the nickname "Xiongkulu" owned by Wanyan Kuli.

Seeing Xu Xuan taking the bone staff, everyone cheered again, then jumped off the horse, pulled out the arrows from the wolf pack one by one, threw the ropes, tied the white tiger and wolf corpses into more than a dozen piles, dragged them behind the horse, and galloped southward.

Wanyan Sulige and Xu Xuan rode together, running at the end. The Qingshen in the east of the sea sings and flew high, sometimes leading the way far away, sometimes flew back to the hostess' left arm, tilting her head and looking at Xu Xuan, as if she was curious about this young man with the same name as her.

The world was vast and the night was dark. Xu Xuan hugged her slender waist tightly from behind. The wind and snow were howling, and his hair was swaying. He felt like he had a big dream. Until this moment, he still couldn't believe that he would be saved by the Jurchens and regarded as a hero by them.

Not long after, everyone cheered in a loud voice, and dozens of faint red light shone at the foot of the white mountain ahead, looming. Hearing the barking of dogs, dozens of hunting dogs rushed out of the wind and snow, and jumped up from time to time. Then there were gurgling and whistling everywhere. Finally, he arrived at the Jurchen village.

It is said that it is a village, but in fact it is just dozens of extremely simple wooden houses, built along the mountain, with each household facing east. Outside the courtyard is a low wooden fence, and the house is only seven or eight feet high. The roof has no tiles, but is covered with wooden boards, grass and bark, and ice and snow.

Hearing the cry, many women and children were about to come out and stood outside the yard to greet them. Seeing that everyone had returned the many wolf corpses, they were all very happy.

I don’t know if someone saw the skinned white tiger corpse. The crowd suddenly burst into screams. Then they heard the hunters talking, as if they knew about Xu Xuan fighting against tigers and slaughtering wolves alone. He immediately cheered like a boil, "Xiongkulu" and "Xiongkulu" were heard endlessly.

Xu Xuan was bumpy all the way, and his bones were about to dissipate. He was in great pain. He couldn't see the figures in the wind and snow clearly, and he couldn't reply. He just smiled and waved his hand in a drowsy way, nodding to greet him. After entering the yard, someone had already come forward, helped him off his horse, and went into the house to rest.

He lifted the thick cotton curtain, and the warm wind blew on his face, and his spirit was immediately refreshed. The room where Wanyan Sulige lived was the widest, with a fire kang around all sides. He sat cross-legged on the kang and shivered a few times. He felt the heat penetrated his waist and legs and rushed straight to his head, making it very warm and comfortable.

The figures in front of him were shaking, laughter, all with strange faces and unfamiliar Jurchen language. The villagers admired him, the "Xiongkulu" who killed the White Tiger. Seeing that he was just a 14- or 15-year-old boy with two legs, they were even more surprised and amazed.

The children squeezed forward curiously from time to time, touched his hands and his legs, as if they wanted to share some blessings and heroism. The girls blushed, and the autumn waves spread frequently and whispered.

Suddenly, someone called out, and the crowd separated. Wanyan Sulige led a woman in white clothes and walked over with a smile, pointed at Xu Xuan, and said a few more words. The woman in white clothes smiled slightly and said in the pleasant Song Dynasty official language: "Thank you, young master."
Chapter completed!