Chapter 10 Dalong Mountain

Dalong Mountain is a branch of Songshan Mountain. It is not high, but it is continuous and among the mountains, it divides Xinzheng and Yangdi into two worlds.

"When I was a child, I met a Taoist master. The master said that Dalong Mountain has three wonders: peach blossoms, waterfalls, and ice sculptures. There is also the Yunmeng heavy fog, which is one of the most beautiful sights in Korea. I don't see what's so good about it. Peach blossoms are not peaches. As for the waterfalls, it's so refreshing to take a bath in it in summer. The water is so cool. And the ice sculptures are just big cubes of ice, with the word "carving" in them. I think those masters are just average. They are all crazy." Qin Ming said to his companions while walking in the mountains and forests.

There are dozens of households in Xiliu Village, but not everyone goes into the mountains for autumn hunting. Some families with good financial conditions do not come. Hunting is dangerous. Not to mention that the Dalong Mountain is treacherous and the roads are slippery, even the ferocious birds and beasts in the mountains are a major threat. Every year, hunters die in the mountains.

All those who go into the mountains to hunt are either highly skilled and courageous, or have very poor family conditions. Otherwise, who would risk their lives to go into the mountains to hunt? Therefore, Qin Ming and Yang Chong's group consisted of only eight or nine people.

"A Taoist master?" Yang Chong couldn't help but become interested after hearing this and asked, "How tall is that person?"

"I don't know, I don't know, but that person has no weapon in his hand, but he can come and go freely in Dalong Mountain. I think he must be very tall, right?" Qin Ming analyzed. He felt a little regretful every time he thought about it. He should have been thick-skinned enough to ask about becoming his disciple. He missed the opportunity in vain.

"You have said this many times. Those who know you have met a Taoist master, while those who don't think you have met a god." Some people could no longer bear to watch Qin Ming showing off.

"Zhang Shiwu, do you still want your son to get married? If you keep talking nonsense, take your son hunting by yourself." Qin Ming looked at his companion coldly.

The middle-aged man called Zhang Shiwu was in a dilemma. He wanted to refute, but he was very afraid of Qin Ming's threat. After all, only under the leadership of Qin Ming, a veteran, could they hunt more prey in exchange for money, and he had to use the money to save up the betrothal gift for his son. Now he really didn't dare to offend Qin Ming, but years of habit made him unable to help but talk nonsense, but it was really shameful to admit defeat.

"Uncle Ming, don't be angry with my dad. You don't know him yet. He is just that big mouth." A young man came up to the middle-aged man and said with a smile while he was feeling embarrassed.

"You are a sensible boy. Just follow me and I will let you get married next year." Qin Ming patted the young man's shoulder and said in a kind tone.

Yang Chong looked at the scene in front of him with a playful look in his eyes. Although Xiliu Village was small, it had many stories. Qin Ming and Zhang Shiwu did not get along, but Qin Ming was very kind to Zhang Shiwu's son. There were many stories involved.

Yang Chong remembered that it seemed that Zhang Shiwu's old wife said a lot of good things to Qin Ming, so Qin Ming brought them father and son. Moreover, Qin Ming's wife did not have a good face towards Zhang Shiwu's wife at that time, and it seemed that she had quarreled with Qin Ming because of this matter. There were more meanings in it.

As expected, everyone has his own story and has played the protagonist in the story. Yang Chong is one, Qin Ming is one, and even Zhang Shiwu was one too.

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In the mountains and wilderness, several yellow sheep were running around in panic. Around them, people kept gathering from all directions, some holding nets, some holding forks, and some drawing bows.

Amid the shouting, the gazelles became more and more panicked, and one of them even ran straight towards a cliff.

"What are you still standing there for? Get out of the way! Don't be afraid of death." Qin Ming, who was in charge of directing the crowd to capture the yellow sheep, shouted. It turned out that a man saw a yellow sheep running towards the cliff and thought that it was a dead end and the yellow sheep had nowhere to escape. He actually went straight over from the diagonal side and set up a net to wait for it. He was really blinded by greed. Facing a yellow sheep directly on the cliff was like courting death. The power of the yellow sheep in desperate situation was enough to push a person off the cliff.

The smile on the smart guy's face gradually froze. He seemed to be frightened. He had never thought that a sheep could be so fierce. He even forgot to dodge when Qin Ming called out to him. The sheep was about to hit him and knock him off the cliff.

"What an idiot." Qin Ming could only draw his bow and arrow hurriedly, but it would not be easy to hit the fleeing gazelle.

As the bowstring trembled, Qin Ming only managed to shoot the yellow sheep, but missed the vital point. The yellow sheep, in pain and despair, burst out with its last potential and rushed forward. At the critical moment, a figure rushed out from the side and accurately grabbed the horns of the yellow sheep with both hands. The huge inertia made the figure stagger slightly, but it stabilized its body in just a moment. With a muffled sound, the yellow sheep was twisted by the horns and pressed to the ground.

The dagger was unsheathed, and a stream of hot blood spurted out. As the sheep's hooves kicked and the blood gushed out, it finally had no strength to resist.

This incident created a gap in the encirclement, which was originally flawless, and several other gazelles were able to escape.

"Zhang Shiwu, what do you want to do?" Qin Ming walked up and shouted angrily.

"I thought, I thought I could catch the prey." Zhang Shiwu said with lingering fear.

"Even rabbits bite when they are cornered. How could a gazelle not have any power to resist in a desperate situation? Take your share and go back. You are not fit to go on." Qin Ming said.

"Qin Ming, what do you mean?" Zhang Shiwu said angrily. He was indeed not good at hunting, but he had reasons to come here. Farming could only provide him with food and clothing, and if he wanted to save money for his son's betrothal gift, hunting was the best choice. So he had to come, but some things could not be done with just the intention.

"Dad, please go back. If something happens to you, how can I explain to Mom?" Zhang Shiwu's son Zhang Dongliu walked forward and said.

"Sixth son, you?" Zhang Shiwu looked at his son who was not standing on his side with a look of disbelief.

"Dad, it's enough to have me here. Don't worry. With Uncle Ming taking care of me, nothing can happen to me." Zhang Dongliu said. Zhang Shiwu and Qin Ming didn't get along well, and he wanted to save face in front of Qin Ming, but he had to listen to the words of his only son. Besides, he knew that he had done something stupid just now. If Yang Chong hadn't rushed out, he would probably have become a pile of wreckage under the cliff.

"Alas, Dad is incompetent and can't help you with anything." Zhang Shiwu said dejectedly. Admitting his incompetence in front of his son was probably a very shameful thing for a middle-aged man like him.

"Hey, this sheep is quite fat. Uncle Fifteen, how about you help me take it back to Old Man Li?" Yang Chong, who was standing by, saw that the yellow sheep had died, so he stretched it with his hands to estimate its weight. This time he had a more accurate feeling, it was at least sixty or seventy kilograms.

After being interrupted by Yang Chong, Zhang Shiwu forgot about the embarrassment. If it wasn't Yang Chong just now, his life or death was in danger. This was a favor of saving his life, and he had to accept it: "Thank you for saving my life, so this little thing is nothing."

(End of this chapter)