Daxinganling.

This is the northern gate of China. At first glance, it is almost all lush forests. There is no limit to the edge. Standing in the distance, looking at it is like seeing a surging ocean of numbers. There is no limit to it.

This is a deserted no-man's land, far away from the hustle and bustle of big cities and various modern means of transportation.

Inside Linhai, when you look up, you can only see the palm-sized sky, with towering trees everywhere, birch forests, larch, and sequoia... In order to absorb the sunlight, various trees are desperately growing upwards, and some are even dozens of meters tall and cannot be seen above your head.

Quiet and quiet, without the crowds and noise, this place has entered the barren area of ​​the Greater Xing'an Mountains, and even forest rangers cannot enter.

This is an absolutely primitive jungle area, and has preserved its landform characteristics for millions or even hundreds of millions of years.

The sound of leaves above our heads was like telling the rise and fall of the ages and the changes of times over the years.

On the ground, there were thick layers of fallen leaves, and a flower-tailed hazel grill was walking carefully on the fallen leaves, lowering his head and rummaging through the fallen leaves to find his own food.

A few snow rabbits were drinking water in the distance, with their long ears standing up, listening carefully to the movements around them.

At one moment, the snow rabbit's ears turned, and the action of drinking water suddenly stopped. The next moment, several snow rabbits instantly ran away in a certain direction, and then suddenly got into the bushes.

The flower-tailed hazel grilled chickens that were foraging there immediately rushed towards the bushes beside them, and soon disappeared around them. The place returned to quiet in an instant.

Not long after, in the distance, there was a sound of horse hooves coming from the jungle, and a maroon horse gradually appeared in this area.

There was an old man, wearing a blue cloth shirt and a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes. The old man's hair was mixed with black and white, and a strand of sheep horn beard, looking like the old god was there.

The wine gourd hanging around the waist jingled, and behind it was a linen cloth wrapped around it, carefully wrapped by layers of rags. Just by looking at the shape, you should be able to guess what it was inside.

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes to rest. In such a cold and cold place, he was only wearing a blue cloth shirt, but he could not tell that the other party was trembling and cold.

The maroon horse under him sniffed a few times, and when he was about to stop, the old man's feet were slightly clamped, and the horse turned around and walked towards the stream next to him.

When he walked to the edge of the stream, the horse stopped, lowered his head and drank the water quietly. He also sniffed a few times from time to time.

The old man who was originally closing his eyes to rest suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and patted the horse's neck gently, and cursed with a smile, "You guy, you still think the water is cold!"

As soon as he turned over and walked down from the horse's back, the old man stepped to the stream, squatted down and gently lifted it up with his hands, then washed his face, and he became much more awake.

Finally, he lifted the stream water with his hands and drank a few sips. Then the old man shook the water droplets on his hand and stood up.

The stream here is different from the drinking water that modern people drink. Who is the real underground spring here? It is clear, cold, sweet and cold, and absolutely natural underground water veins.

"This is a good place! It's just that the place is a little bit off!"

The old man looked up and looked around, then said to himself. Seeing the red horse beside him greedily drawing water, the old man smiled and reached out to help the other party clean the horse's hair with his palm.

"Black Football, will it be good to spend your retirement here in the future?"

The maroon horse who was drinking water sniffed again, as if responding to the old man's words.

"You beast, you think it's too cold here. I think you can't bear to see the mare you met last time in the Taihang Mountains?"

The old man smiled and said that the jujube horse was a wild horse. It was discovered and brought out by the old man from the 100,000 mountains that were rarely visited. After a period of contact, one person and one horse have long become partners who depend on each other. This is how this period of time came.

He gently stroked the horse's hair with one hand, and the old man smiled as if he was talking to himself. At some point, his tone paused, and then he returned to normal.

He reached out and patted the back of the maroon horse gently, and whispered, "Black Foot, it seems that we have friends here!"

After saying this, the old man said in a deep voice, "Since we have been here, don't hide it, why not show up and see you!"

As the old man finished speaking, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, no one spoke, no movement, and even the birds in the jungle disappeared.

The maroon horse, who was drinking water, also stopped moving, raised its head and listened carefully to the movements around it.

After a long quiet time, just when the horse even thought the owner had guessed wrong, a very light sound suddenly came from the woods above his head.

The sound was very light, so light that if you didn't check it carefully, it wouldn't even be able to hear it.

But when the old man heard it, his ears turned, and then the next moment he had already made a quick move, and he reached out and grabbed the flying thing.

When I looked up, I saw that there was an extra dart in my hand. The dart was made of homemade, and there was a layer of blue medicine on the arrow of the dart.

The moment the dart was received by the old man, there was finally movement in the woods opposite. A few figures flew around the towering towering trees, like a monkey, surprisingly fast.

Puff!

Several darts shot over again, but the old man easily avoided them. The fear of death-hungry horse had already hid behind a large thick tree trunk not far away, revealing a horse's butt outside.

Swish, the next moment, a figure finally appeared in sight and approached quickly. The old man's body was leaning against a tree. A black figure of mulberry suddenly appeared on the trunk above his head.

The figure turned over flexibly, his head was down, and his body quickly slid down the tree trunk without making any sound. His movements were as flexible as a wild cat.

The target of the black shadow falling was naturally the old man below. However, just as his body approached and stretched out his hands to take action, the old man who had never looked up suddenly flipped his palm, and the dart in his hand was directly ejected.

puff!

The man made no noise when he was darting in his neck. He fell to the ground with a thud from the book, making a muffled sound!

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Chapter completed!