Legend of the Great Sage

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was autumn, the maple leaves in the mountains gradually turned red, and the golden ears of rice also filled up little by little.

An ox cart slowly passed the field trail. The green ox that pulled the cart was unmanned. The ox cart was covered with thick animal skins. On it lay a young man with straw in his mouth. There was a short knife on one side and a wooden sign on the other side, it was Li Qingshan.

With more than 1,000 taels of silver on him, he wanted to go to Baixi Town, which was more than ten miles away. In a remote small mountain village, it was not easy to spend money.

If you want to buy things, you can only go to the big towns. Although Qingyang City was rich in materials, it was too far away, and it was definitely not cheap.

He had no choice but to go to the town. At a fixed time every month, there would be a large gathering in the town. At that time, people from nearby villages would go to the town to go to the town to conduct various transactions. It was the people who bought ginseng. Best time. And he has accumulated a lot of animal skins in his hands, and he can also take the opportunity to shoot.

Li Qingshan didn't want to let Qingniu pull the cart, but Qingniu didn't mind continuing to be an ordinary cow.

When I came to Baixi Town, the genius had just lit up. The town was full of traffic, people were coming and going, and many small traders were shouting and selling their goods, which was a lively scene.

Li Qingshan found an open space and spread the animal skins on the prepared sackcloth, but instead of learning to sell it, he sat and meditated, not letting go of the slightest opportunity to cultivate.

In his body, the faint air flow has grown a little bit, and he is like a playful child, constantly driving that trace of true energy to flow around in his body.

Although the body does not move, it also consumes a lot of energy. Li Qingshan opens his eyes from time to time and responds to the customers who come to ask the price.

He has a lot of money, and he doesn't want to get rich with these animal skins. He just wants to sell it as soon as possible and buy a lot of ginseng, so the price is extremely cheap.

Although he refused to bargain with others, the business was very good. The cold winter was coming soon. Li Qingshan had suffered from the bitter cold wind. Ordinary people who didn't want to make leather boots and jackets would gather around the stall in a short time. Large group of people.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Several young men with bows and arrows on their backs and hunting knives separated the crowd with bad expressions and gathered around the stall, casting a shadow on Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes: "What are you doing?" His eyes are now different from what he used to be, and he can see at a glance that these people are not easy to deal with.

Although they were not very old, and they didn't show a particularly fierce look, they had a fierce murderous aura on them. If Liu Leili was just a mangy dog ​​who roared and barked, then they were ferocious guard dogs, and any of them could easily kill Liu Leili.

A short and sturdy young man with a short beard asked, "Where did you get these animal skins?"

And his companions stretched out their hands and whirled about these animal skins, and found that, as rumored, there were no arrow holes on these animal skins, or any traces of damage, which were rare and high-quality, but the selling price was higher than ordinary animal skins. Much cheaper.

"Buy if you want, leave if you don't, don't block the sun." Li Qingshan was too lazy to make up nonsense to explain to strangers, so he closed his eyes and practiced.

The people around have spread out for a long time, but they did not leave. On the contrary, more and more people gathered, and the voices of various discussions were clearly heard in the ears.

"Isn't this the hunter of Lema Zhuang?" "How dare you ignore the people of Lema Zhuang, how many lives are there?"

"Lema Village!" Li Qingshan's heart moved, even though he was ignorant, he was very familiar with this place. This is one of the villages around Baixi Town. It is very deep into the hundred thousand mountains. Raw hunters, no wonder they have that kind of temperament.

Compared with villages like Woniu Village, which mainly focus on farming, the folk customs of Lema Village are much more aggressive. They fight against wild animals in the mountains every day.

He also practiced some martial arts handed down from generation to generation. Not only did he refuse to obey the control of Qingyang City, but he never paid taxes.

Someone in Qingyang City tried to send troops to conquer this place, but before they got to the village, they encountered numerous traps and dark arrows. After finally reaching the village, half of their troops were lost, and the morale of the army was low. Before Yuzhuang, he fled back to Qingyang City.

So the original name of the village was forgotten and became "Lema Village".

It is conceivable how proud the people in the village should be in a village that can make the conquest army come back in vain. A half-year-old boy had to fight against it, no doubt hitting the stone with an egg.

The short young man said angrily: "You can't sell these animal skins here!"

"Why?" Li Qingshan opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

Reminds the young people of the beasts in the mountains, with eyes that glow in the dark, instinctively alert, but they are not afraid, they are hunters who fight against wild beasts, and seeing Li Qingshan dressed as a farmer, he looks down even more: Let you sell it!" He reached out and set off Li Qingshan's stall.

A large rough hand clasped the young man's hand like an iron lock, and it hurt a little.

The young man was taken aback: "This guy has a lot of strength." But he didn't slow down at all, hitting Li Qingshan with his left fist.

And his companions didn't mean to join hands at all, they just watched from the sidelines, looking extremely confident, and some had contemptuous smiles on their faces.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Li Qingshan has really fought against someone. Liu Leili has no strength to resist while drunk, and the goddess is even bitten by the ghost fog.

The fist came quickly through the air, giving people no time to think at all, but these many days of practice had an effect. Li Qingshan subconsciously tilted his head to avoid it, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and leaned forward.

With the spine as the center, the muscles all over his body trembled, and they merged into one.

Tieshan leaning is a very common move in boxing, and it is also found in "Bull Demon Strong Fist", which combines three of them at the same time.

The bull demon stepped on the ground, set its heels, and started from the ground. The bull demon transports the skin, the body is tough and cannot be urged. The top horn of the bull demon hit the body as a bull horn, and all the movements were done in one go.

Qing Niu was lying behind him, nodding his head in satisfaction.

The young man turned pale in shock, as if a galloping bull came at him, his chest hurt, he was knocked out and fell into the crowd, his muscles and bones seemed to fall apart.

The chatter of the surrounding crowd came to an abrupt end, and the young man's companions also froze for a moment and beat him in rage.

Li Qingshan's expression became more and more cautious. One-to-one and one-to-many were two completely different things. Unless the difference in strength was too great, two fists would be invincible to four hands. A sturdy bull was surrounded by a group of fierce hounds and could only be torn off. A piece of flesh and blood to die.

At the critical moment, that trace of true qi became active and swam to Li Qingshan's concentrated eyes. He only felt that the movements of those few suddenly slowed down, so slow that even the angry expressions on their faces were clearly visible.