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"Headhunting, this is absolutely not the case." The other hunters hurriedly discouraged.
Li Qingshan was also surprised. He wanted to wear a bow to himself. This meant more than a bow. He refused: "Headhunting, gentlemen don’t take advantage of others. I don’t dare to accept this prize. Right when I'm joking!"
The Huang Binghu stroked his bow lightly, and said to himself: "This cracked crossbow has followed me for many years, and it has been used smoothly, and it has also helped me to gain some fame in the world. Now I don’t have much time. Pick a good master for him."
"I heard that you think Lord Zang's bow is too light. This split stone bow is an iron fetal bow. It has three stones in strength and cannot be used by ordinary people who practice martial arts. Promise, don't drag it." Huang Binghu pushed the split stone bow. To Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan held his bow, with a heavy feeling in his palm, recalling the demeanor of a sick tiger standing on a rock that day, killing people like a dog.
Yes, this bow is not suitable for hunting, but more suitable for combat on the battlefield. It is a real killer weapon.
Fingers flicked the bowstring, which was mixed with metal wire, which was extremely sharp, and ordinary people had to wear a ring to use it, but he didn't care about it with the use of cow magic leather.
Huang Binghu faintly meant to be guilty. Although he didn't say it clearly, everyone present saw it, but no one objected. This is not only the power of Huang Binghu, but Li Qingshan also proved his strength in front of everyone.
There is no need to ask whether Li Qingshan has the ability to command, or whether the villagers are convinced. It is human instinct to obey the strong. Just like wolves, Lema Zhuang is a wolf pack. The Huang Binghu wants Li Qingshan to succeed him as the wolf king.
This was also a decision he made after considering for a long time. Lemazhuang has never been seen by the government, and he has made a death feud with Shenwangzhuang. It seems majestic but in reality it is perilous. Although there are talents in the village, no one can manage it. Only Li Qingshan can do the scene.
Li Qingshan was holding the cracked crossbow, feeling like a dream. A few months ago, he was the most inconspicuous and humble cowherd in Woniu Village.
A few months later, he had the opportunity to become a headhunter for the prestigious Le Marzhuang, but he did not accept: "Headhunter, I accept this bow. Thank you for your love, but in fact, this time, I am here. Farewell to you."
As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar. Everyone felt that Li Qingshan was too ignorant to promote. Even if Huang Binghu understood Li Qingshan's power and potential, and was rejected in front of so many people, his face would not look good.
"But I don't want it in vain." Li Qingshan returned to the house, took out a small wine bottle, and gave it to Huang Binghu: "This is the medicinal wine left by my master. Maybe it can cure your illness."
"You... are you true?" Huang Binghu was also a little excited when this life and death event occurred, and the others boiled even more.
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "Why don't you give it a try." This is the spirit wine made from Ling ginseng. Although he is not familiar with medical skills, he also knows a thing or two about the disease of the yellow disease tiger. , Relying entirely on internal support.
This kind of disease is a terminal illness that is difficult to cure by any sage doctor. It is a congenital defect and cannot be remedied by any ginseng ganoderma. But the ginseng has an inherent aura that can save his life.
The Huang Binghu drank the spirit wine in one sip and then meditated on Yun Gong, but for a moment, a white gas appeared on the top of his head, and his sallow complexion returned to ruddy, and he opened his eyes after a long time.
"Headhunter, what do you think?" The hunters asked one after another.
Huang Binghu touched his chest in disbelief: "I feel better." It's not only better, it's better than ever, as if it's back to a young age.
A burst of cheers rang out, and many orions shed tears. Many people who were hostile to Li Qingshan's rejection of Li Qingshan all changed their attitudes, held his hand, and thanked him a lot of gratitude.
Li Qingshan flared the crossbow: "Then this bow, I am disrespectful."
Huang Binghu's face was faint: "Um... Qingshan... Can you change your head..." He escaped from the dead, and he couldn't bear this "old man" immediately.
"Don't think about it!" Li Qingshan flatly refused: "Man in the mountain, what he says is like a mountain, how can he easily repent."
"Okay, then!" Huang Binghu's expression was bitter, causing a burst of laughter from others. It's rare to see their headhunters look like this.
"Qingshan, you go, but can you come back?"
"I just went to the Wo Niu Village to take a look. There are still some things that haven't been packed properly, and I also want to find a quiet place to practice martial arts to see if I can make a breakthrough."
After drinking spirit wine these days, Li Qingshan feels that he has touched the key of "Bull Demon Vigorous Fist". He is ready to meditate alone, so that he can cultivate "a cow of power." .
I remember that the fat man I rescued yesterday seemed to call himself the magistrate of Qingyang. He wants to realize the agreement with Xiao'an. Although he doesn't know how far Xiao'an is pointing to the south, he has to take the first step.
"Breakthrough again?!" Huang Binghu has already felt that today's Li Qingshan, compared with the previous days, has changed again, and the spirit of the whole person has been greatly changed. The speed of this progress is simply shocking. .
But in a blink of an eye, he said that he would make another breakthrough. I couldn't help but remember that Li Qingshan once said that he wanted to become a "congenital master". At that time, he was just paying for it, but now suddenly I feel that maybe he can really do it.
"But the prey you hunted?" Li Qingshan's harvest these days almost caught up with the harvest of the entire village.
"I don't want any of them. I just want the tiger bones from that tiger, and I want you to collect some tiger bones on your behalf. I want to make some medicinal wine. I will buy it at the market price."
The reason why he kept chasing the tiger was not only to show his face in Zhuangzi. Instead, Qing Niu told him that after he has gained a lot of power in "Bull Demon Power Fist", he can start to practice "Tiger Demon Bone Bone Practicing Fist", and he needs to use another medicinal wine, the core of which is the same. Like ginseng, precious but uncommon, it is tiger bone.
Orion and tiger are each other's mortal enemies. Although a single hunter is afraid of tigers, once there is a tiger making a fuss, it must be a large-scale search of the mountains and set up many traps. Although the wild beasts are fierce, they will ultimately fail humans. There should be many tiger bones accumulated in Le Ma Zhuang.
Huang Binghu said: "Or the prescription left by your master?"
"Yes."
"Could it be that you are generous, my man at Le Ma Zhuang is stingy? I can make medicinal wine for you, but can we use the two prescriptions?"
Huang Binghu quietly tried Li Qingshan’s recipe, and the medicinal wine made was indeed much better than the medicinal wine used in the original village, and the contents in it didn’t have to be bought by outsiders at all. They could get it all in the village. If they use it to cultivate My child, it won't take long for Le Ma Zhuang's strength to rise to the next level.
Li Qingshan has nothing to do. Those two prescriptions are just transitional things. There is nothing particularly precious. It does not matter if they are handed over to others. Moreover, they can save the trouble of making wine by themselves, which is the best of both worlds.
He handed the prescription to Huang Binghu, then took the cracked crossbow, stepped onto the green bull, and left slowly.
Until Li Qingshan's figure disappeared at a corner of a mountain road, Master Zang whispered to Huang Bing: "Headhunter, why didn't you leave him just now? That lingseng eight achievements are on him, and most of the wine you drink is made from lingseng. And the ginseng is mostly in the gourd around his waist."
Li Qingshan has never mentioned the spirit of ginseng, but in the eyes of this experienced hunter, too many clues have been revealed. And these things can only be seen more clearly and clearly for the yellow sick tiger who once walked on the rivers and lakes.
Huang Binghu looked at the path where Li Qingshan had disappeared, and was silent for a long time, then turned around and said: "We, after all, are different from those ginseng pickers, aren't we?"
"Yes, headhunter!"
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