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Yan country, north, Hongshi Town. Although Hongshi Town is a famous town, it is actually just a small village with thirty or forty households. In the past, because it was located in a border area, the imperial court set up a post and barracks. It was prosperous for a while. Later, the defense line outside the customs was withdrawn for more than three hundred miles, and the place immediately fell into depression. .

Hongshi Town is located in the east of Dacang Mountain. It is located in a bitter cold land and is not suitable for farming. However, the red soil is quite suitable for making ceramics. Therefore, people in the village have two livelihoods, either as potters or hunters.

On this day, it was the depth of winter, the north wind was howling, goose feathers and snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the sky and the earth were vast. It was dawn and the snow was still snowing. It was when most people were sleeping soundly, wrapped in blankets and hugging the stove. Along the path outside Hongshi Town, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old came walking, wrapped in an old goatskin coat. Bamboo basket on the back.

The young man was not wearing a hat, his face was slightly dark, his nose was straight and his mouth was square. Snowflakes fell on his face, but he seemed not to notice it.

There is a small river outside Hongshi Town. The river is not wide, but it never dries up all year round. Back then, the government built a military camp in Hongshi Town because of the water source here.

At this time, the river had already frozen. The young man put down his bamboo basket and walked back and forth along the river embankment for a while. He selected a place, took out an ax from the bamboo basket, drew a large circle on the ice, and took out his iron chisel. , measure with your hands along the edge of the circle, and drill a hole for each palm width. His movements were very skillful and smooth, and he had dug more than twenty holes in a moment. He picked up the ax again, turned the back of the ax upside down, and moved lightly or heavily along the holes. After a while, there was a click, and the ice fell down. A circle, revealing the river below.

The boy took out a piece of ragged leather felt and sat down, rigged up a pole and line, and started fishing in the ice cave. After a while, he had caught three or four big fish. The fish meat was especially delicious after the winter, and the boy couldn't help but express his joy.

The wind and snow got stronger, and soon he was completely covered in snow. At this moment, on the hill behind the river embankment, from behind a bush covered with snow, a huge head suddenly popped out. It turned out to be a big green wolf. The green wolf was obviously very hungry. It stared at the boy and quarreled. A line of saliva flowed down.

Seeing that the young man's back was turned to him, he was completely unaware. The green wolf bowed his waist and tiptoed, and slowly approached the boy. After a while, he was no more than four or five feet away from the boy. The boy was completely wrapped in the wind and snow. He was holding the pole in both hands and was completely unaware. He was just staring at the water of the ice cave.

The green wolf actually did not attack, and lay motionless behind a big tree on the river bank. For a moment, the snowflakes covered its entire body, and even if it walked close, it would not be noticed at all without careful identification.

Quietly, after another cup of tea, the buoy trembled, but a fish took the bait. The young man was overjoyed, stood up, held the rod with both hands, and tightened the fishing line back. Just as his luck was improving, the green wolf flicked the snowflakes and sprang out like lightning, biting the young man's neck with his bloody mouth.

It turns out that the green wolf is very intelligent among animals and is known for its cunning in catching prey. It was lying behind the tree waiting for this moment. It expected that the boy's mind would be focused on the fish that was about to be hooked, and it held the fish tightly with both hands. The rod, coupled with the howling north wind, made it impossible to escape its lightning strike.

As expected, the young man seemed unaware, his eyes just stared at the water, watching the green wolf soar into the air, and when he was approaching the young man's back, the young man suddenly flipped his right hand, and there was an iron axe. Without looking back, he swung the ax with the back of his hand. The bridge of Green Wolf's nose.

The green wolf was charging forward with all his strength, with great strength, but the ax was flat and broad, hitting the green wolf's most vulnerable nose. The green wolf howled in pain and fell heavily on the ice. His nose was broken and his face was covered with blood. Without any hesitation, the young man dropped the fishing rod and struck the green wolf on the neck with the axe, causing blood to spatter again.

The green wolf was hit hard one after another. Although it was fierce, it completely lost its fighting spirit at this time. It rolled over and got up, turned around and ran away into the woods.

The young man had already thrown down his fishing rod and started chasing after him with an axe. The green wolf was extremely fast and ran over ten feet in the blink of an eye. While chasing, the young man leaned down to pick up a stone as big as his fist from the ground. He raised his hand and hit the stone in the middle. Blue wolf head.

The green wolf was already so hungry that he didn't have much strength, so he went down the mountain and ran to the village to look for food. He had been seriously injured by the two axes earlier. In addition, blood spurted out during the flight. He was hit by another stone and fell immediately. In the snow, the young man had already caught up with him, stepped on the green wolf's head with one foot, and chopped the green wolf completely to death with two axes.

The young man let go of his feet and saw that Qinglang was already dead, and he let out a sigh of relief. Although the time before and after the attack was not long, it also consumed most of his energy. After all, he was only a thirteen-year-old child.

The young man pulled the wolf's tail backwards and dragged the green wolf to the river. Then he took out a sharp deboning knife and fiddled with the green wolf carefully. The green wolf only had injuries on the bridge of its nose and the side of its neck, but its fur was intact. The young man was overjoyed. This picture The wolf skin can be sold for a good price, and the wolf meat can be eaten by the whole family. Together with the four or five river fish caught, today's harvest is really good.

The boy looked up and saw that the snowflakes had faded a bit and it was almost noon. He originally planned to spend a day fishing by the river, but unexpectedly shot a green wolf, but he didn't want to delay it any longer. At that moment, he packed up his things, tied the green wolf up and down its back with a rope, and headed back to the village.

This small river is also three miles away from Hongshi Town. It has been snowing for two days. The snow on the road has been crushed into solid ice, making it quite difficult to walk.

The young man was carrying a lot of things on his back, and the green wolf alone weighed no less than forty or fifty kilograms. After walking for a while, we finally arrived at the entrance of the village. In the distance, we saw thin feathers flying among the flowers, and smoke from several places in the village. The young man took a long breath. Wild beasts are rampant in Da Cang Mountain. Green wolves mostly move in groups and have a keen sense of smell. The boy was extremely worried that the smell of the dead wolf would attract other wolves.

The young man set foot on the bluestone road at the entrance of the village. He was finally filled with joy and thought about how much money he could sell for this wolf skin and what items he could buy for a poor family.

At this time, he had reached the first house at the entrance of the village. This was not a residence for anyone, but a land temple. The temple was dedicated to the land god, but there was no temple priest. Usually, no one took care of it. Only during the New Year, villagers would come to burn incense and pray.

The young man walked slowly past the land temple and took a glance. He saw a Taoist sitting in front of the land temple. His facial features were quite regular, but there was a thin scar on his left cheek and three long beards under his chin. He leaned against the earth wall. There was a rough silk notice on the wall. It was exposed to the wind and sun and had long been tattered. You could vaguely see the words "…. I want to get wise men to share the country, which is my wish…" on it.

Strangely, in the cold winter, the Taoist was only wearing a thin green Taoist robe and his face was pale. I don't know if he was hungry or cold.

The young man was surprised. He also took this road when he came here in the morning and passed by the land temple. He remembered that there was no such person at the door of the temple at that time. Looking around again, there were no footprints, but the snow had been falling, so it was normal for the traces left by the Taoist to be covered by snow.