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As the heat spread in the body, the breath also became active, flowing through the wounds on the body, and a faint tingling sensation came.
The Yellow Sick Tiger released a few agile hunters as scouts, and a group of people hurried to the depths of the mountain around the ox cart.
After this walk, he walked straight until it was dark, deep into a large mountain, and there was no more people around.
At the foot of the mountain, Li Qingshan saw the legendary Lema Village.
Zhuangzi is surrounded by high wooden walls, with watchtowers on the four corners, not like a village, but like a military camp. People walked closer, and the gate was only opened after passing the pass. It was not as casual as Wo Niu Village.
Li Qingshan, the only foreigner, attracted everyone's attention. On the surface, he was calm, but his heart was also tense. This is the legendary Longtan Tiger Den where the army was reined in.
Although the yellow sick tiger does not seem to be malicious, he still needs to deal with it carefully so as not to lose his life in a muddle. The thick-back steel knife had been taken away, and even if it was still there, it was damaged and unusable after the war.
Huang Binghu placed him in a small yard with no one. Although he did not send anyone to look after him, he also asked him not to go indiscriminately, and then left in a hurry.
On the attic in the center of the village, under the shining of a few lights, the most prestigious orion in Le Ma Zhuang were discussing around a round table:
"In order to collect ginseng, Shenwangzhuang has been complaining with us for a long time. There are often people in Zhuangzi who fold in the mountains inexplicably. I am afraid that they did it. This time I dared to pay attention to the ginseng and just gave them a knife."
The two Zhuangzis are only separated by a few mountains and there is no clear boundary. The ginseng pickers make a living by picking ginseng, while the hunters walk in the mountains all the year round, and the ginseng can still be recognized.
As a result, many disputes arose. The disputes among the mountain people were often resolved with knives, because the distance between them was far enough so that no large-scale armed fighting took place.
Until some time ago, between the two villages, on the Bailao Peak, which is closer to Lemazhuang, once again met on a narrow road, and found a legendary ginseng, which already took the shape of a human, and could even walk away from the ground.
Such a treasure in the world caused another fight. After the killing, the spirit ginseng was gone without a trace, but it should still be on the Bailao Peak. The two villagers did not dare to act rashly and search the mountains, but they were also making preparations.
"Headhunter, this matter must not be leaked out, that kid should deal with it!"
"That kid has a good skill and has a temper to my appetite. It would be a shame to kill him. I want him to stay in Zhuangzi and add strength to Zhuangzi."
"But he is an outsider after all."
"No need to say it again, I will check it carefully. If he is not qualified, Huang will never be soft." Huang Binghu said decisively, followed by a cough.
In the pitch-black hut, Xiao An got out of the sophora wood sign, looked at Li Qingshan with concern, and reached out to touch the scabs on his body.
Li Qingshan said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm fine for the time being!" Although I can see that Huang Binghu appreciates him, this kind of life is really uncomfortable. But if you want to take your destiny into your own hands, you can only become stronger.
He immediately used the ginseng wine to soak the medicinal wine according to Qing Niu's instructions, before stopping, looking at his own results, a burst of joy and relief.
In the early morning of the second day, Li Qingshan got up early to practice "Bull Demon Power Fist". Suddenly he felt a strong wind coming behind him, as if a tiger rushed towards him.
Li Qingshan turned around and punched, but it landed in the empty space. Huang Binghu rubbed his arm, his right hand clenched like a claw, and grabbed his throat.
"He wants to kill me?!" Li Qingshan's mind turned, not evasive, but greeted him, as if he was sending the key to someone else's hand.
He is cultivating Hercules supernatural powers, not human martial arts, even if he has not practiced the strength of a cow, but the strength of the arm is not the body of flesh and blood.
Huang Binghu suddenly retracted his claws, shrank and went around behind him.
Li Qingshan said straight "not good", and was about to adjust his figure, but felt that Huang Binghu would not take any more action, but just looked at him approvingly.
The claw just now, if he retreats, the power of that move is fully stretched out, and it will be able to easily tear his throat. But instead of retreating, he suppressed the power of that move. At the same time, he was able to adapt to the circumstances and was quite courageous with his life-threatening tricks.
"I lost." Li Qingshan touched his neck, with five blood stains on it. Huang Binghu was quite skilled. Even if he was not injured, he was definitely not his opponent.
"Where did you learn your martial arts?" Huang Binghu asked. In addition to being courageous, Li Qingshan's martial arts is also very unusual. Even if ordinary people react quickly enough, they can't return their breath, and the five fingers touched Li Qingshan just now. His neck seemed to be pierced on tough cowhide, rather than a soft key.
Li Qingshan couldn't say that he was taught by a cow, or he would be considered a fool. Zhidao met an expert a few years ago. Seeing his simple temperament, he taught him a few tricks, but he could not reveal his description of identity.
"A few years ago?!" Huang Binghu was dumbfounded. Li Qingshan refused to tell him his inheritance, which did not surprise him too much, but he originally thought that Li Qingshan had learned martial arts since childhood, and wanted him to stay in Lema Village. The thing is to ask his ancestors.
"What's the matter?" Li Qingshan didn't know why.
"You didn't practice martial arts since childhood?"
"It takes only a few years to teach you to such an extent. It is really incredible. It seems that the expert is really an expert."
Li Qingshan was sweating profusely, but fortunately, he casually said that it was a few years ago, not a month ago, otherwise the sick tiger would not be scared to death.
At the same time, it is becoming more and more white. Supernatural powers and mortal martial arts are completely two-level things. He is not the opponent of the yellow disease tiger now. It is only because he has only practiced for less than two months, but the other party has spent 20 or 30. Years of hard work.
"I wonder if the headhunter is here this time, what's the matter?"
"Boy, do you intend to settle in Le Ma Zhuang?" Although it was a question, it had a taste that people couldn't refuse.
"Okay!" Li Qingshan promised refreshedly, but he was stunned: "You don't have the slightest nostalgia for your hometown?"
"If I don't agree, can the headhunter let me go safely?" Li Qingshan said calmly: "Moreover, I have heard one sentence."
"What are you talking about?"
"Everywhere in this body is my hometown. Whether it is Woniu Village or Lema Village, it is no different from me. Maybe I can learn some shooting and hunting skills here. So, headhunting can understand? My ambition is not in this mountain forest. In."
"With your inexperienced martial arts, going to Hunjianghu Road is just a dead end, or else the little fish and shrimps that serve as the footsteps for the children of the famous school, how can it be compared to being at ease in the mountains and forests?"
"Huh? Isn't your skill at headhunting enough?" Li Qingshan was a little surprised. Huang Binghu's reputation in these ten miles and eight villages can be called a reputation.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes, my archery skills are pretty decent, and I have made some famous ones, but there are countless masters in the world. You have practiced for dozens of years. A teenage doll kills you like a dog. I After suffering a big loss, it is a blessing to be able to come back alive."
Li Qingshan pursed his lips, not only did not feel fear, but felt fascinated.
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