When they saw Su Twelve and the two sturdy wild boars behind him, the hunters in the village immediately reacted.
It turns out that the sound last night was the sound of someone hunting at night.
However, Su Twelve looked thin and weak, coupled with his extremely sick appearance, it was hard to believe that he could hunt down two thousand-jin wild boars without any injuries.
However, after thinking about it, Su Twelve could easily kill Chen San, a servant of the Song Dynasty. It is not surprising that he hunted two wild boars.
Several hunters murmured secretly in their hearts. Seeing Su Twelve's figure getting closer and closer, they quickly stepped aside for fear of being out of reach.
The servants of the Song Dynasty were usually domineering, and it was not just Old Man Feng and his family who were bullied in the Fish and Meat Village. Others also had a hard time.
Naturally, I have long-standing grudges against everyone in the Song Dynasty, and my resentment is very heavy.
Now that Chen San has been killed, everyone feels happy. .??.
However, the Song family's wealth was so powerful that they couldn't afford to offend him, so naturally they didn't want to have anything to do with it.
The only thing I can do is to cheer secretly in my heart.
Su Twelve's eyesight was astonishing, and he could see the expressions and reactions of these hunters from a distance.
He has rich experience and rich experience in dealing with people, and he can roughly understand what these people are thinking at a glance.
But he didn't care. After all, just dragging these two wild boars was already very difficult. After taking a look, he lowered his head and continued walking forward.
Seal the old man’s house.
Early in the morning, Old Man Feng made breakfast, three steamed buns that were mixed with something unknown and looked yellowish and black.
There was also a plate of stir-fried dishes made from unknown wild vegetables and some kind of mushrooms.
This is already the best and last food this family can offer.
"Why hasn't grandpa's sick uncle come back? It's so dangerous outside at night. Could something happen to him?"
Feng Fei tilted her head and looked outside, worry written all over her young face.
In contrast, Old Man Feng acted extremely calmly, "Don't worry, your sick uncle is not an ordinary person. He will be fine."
"Grandpa has to go to the city after dinner later. There is no food at home, so he has to go and get some food back."
Feng Fei looked at her grandfather and immediately became nervous, "In exchange for food? But... those bad guys..."
Old man Feng smiled hurriedly and touched his granddaughter's head, "Don't worry, grandpa has his own way."
He said this, but the worry in his eyes lingered.
The Song Mansion is the largest family in Qinghe City. It is the Song Mansion that he offended, so there is no place for him in Qinghe City.
In the past, when he went to the mountains to collect herbs, the food and money he got in exchange could not be said to be particularly large, but he still had enough food and clothing.
But in recent months, no matter how many medicinal materials he brought, all he could get in exchange was a little bit of food of the lowest quality.
And this, after he begged hard, the other party saw that he was pitiful and quietly gave it to him in private.
Although Feng Fei was young, she was extremely sensible. She looked at her grandfather and wanted to say something else.
At this moment, a rumbling sound came, making the ground tremble.
"Hey! Uncle Sick is back... Wow, what a big wild boar!"
Hearing the movement, Feng Fei immediately turned his head and looked outside. When he saw Su Twelve appearing, he was overjoyed.
But just as he was saying this, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw two huge wild boars being dragged behind Su Twelve.
Such a huge wild boar was dragged back by Su Twelve like this. The huge difference in size made this scene look very inconsistent.
On the other hand, Old Man Feng acted very calmly. In his eyes, immortal cultivators were omnipotent beings, and two wild boars were nothing.
"Master Immortal, you...what are you?"
Old Man Feng stood up immediately, walked out of the room quickly, and came to Su Twelve.
Just as he was talking, seeing Su Twelve frowning and showing dissatisfaction, Old Man Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then he realized what he was saying and hurriedly changed his words: "Wang...Mr. Wang?"
Although Su Twelve reported his name, due to his instinctive fear of immortal cultivators, he still did not dare to call him by his first name.
Mr. Wang?
Su Twelve remained calm and his brows slowly relaxed.
This title is okay, it's better than being called Immortal Master every day.
It's okay if you're not injured, just leave some good things behind and walk away.
But now, if other immortal cultivators pass by, they will really cause trouble.
After all, immortal cultivators are also human beings. As human beings, there are good people and bad people.
Some people can sacrifice for others, but more often it is conspiracy and calculation.
The world of immortal cultivators is not a paradise, but a cruel purgatory. Killing people and seizing treasures is as common as eating and drinking.
Letting go of the two wild boars he was holding, Su Twelve gasped and asked Old Man Feng: "Uncle, do you know how to kill pigs? Get some meat and let's improve the food. Especially the little girl, who has a long body."
It’s time.”
The two wild boars combined weighed three to four hundred kilograms. Walking all the way down the mountain was not a small burden for Su Twelve now.
He was now exhausted and exhausted, his hands were behind his back, and he was shaking slightly.
"Yes, yes!"
Old Man Feng nodded repeatedly and looked at Su Twelve in confusion.
I can't believe that the legendary immortal master who is aloof and avoids strangers is actually as approachable as a mortal.
Su Twelve didn't care what he thought. Seeing him nodding, he hugged the medicinal materials, dragged his tired body to the corner of the yard, sat on the ground, and began to process the medicinal materials.
Looking at the two lifeless wild boars lying on the ground, Old Man Feng took a look at them, then set up a large pot in the yard, heated up hot water, and got a sharp knife to start processing them.
Feng Fei sat in the room, ears straightened, and listened.
I heard that there was meat to eat, but after looking at the wild vegetables on the table, I suddenly lost my appetite.
He happily ran outside, followed his grandfather, jumped up and down, and helped as much as possible.
For a moment, the courtyard was filled with Feng Fei's silver bell-like laughter.
Ever since she learned of the death of her father and mother a year ago, she had never been so happy. When they saw Su Twelve and the two strong wild boars behind him, the hunters in the village immediately reacted.
It turns out that the sound last night was the sound of someone hunting at night.
However, Su Twelve looked thin and weak, coupled with his extremely sick appearance, it was hard to believe that he could hunt down two thousand-jin wild boars without any injuries.
However, after thinking about it, Su Twelve could easily kill Chen San, a servant of the Song Dynasty. It is not surprising that he hunted two wild boars.
Several hunters murmured secretly in their hearts. Seeing Su Twelve's figure getting closer and closer, they quickly stepped aside for fear of being out of reach.
The servants of the Song Dynasty were usually domineering, and it was not just Old Man Feng and his family who were bullied in the Fish and Meat Village. Others also had a hard time.
Naturally, I have long-standing grudges against everyone in the Song Dynasty, and my resentment is very heavy.
Now that Chen San has been killed, everyone feels happy.
However, the Song family's wealth was so powerful that they couldn't afford to offend him, so naturally they didn't want to have anything to do with it.
The only thing I can do is to cheer secretly in my heart.
Su Twelve's eyesight was astonishing, and he could see the expressions and reactions of these hunters from a distance.
He has rich experience and rich experience in dealing with people, and he can roughly understand what these people are thinking at a glance.
But he didn't care. After all, just dragging these two wild boars was already very difficult. After taking a look, he lowered his head and continued walking forward.
Seal the old man’s house.
Early in the morning, Old Man Feng made breakfast, three steamed buns that were mixed with something unknown and looked yellowish and black.
There was also a plate of stir-fried dishes made from unknown wild vegetables and some kind of mushrooms.
This is already the best and last food this family can offer.
"Why hasn't grandpa's sick uncle come back? It's so dangerous outside at night. Could something happen to him?"
Feng Fei tilted her head and looked outside, worry written all over her young face.
In contrast, Old Man Feng acted extremely calmly, "Don't worry, your sick uncle is not an ordinary person. He will be fine."
"Grandpa has to go to the city after dinner later. There is no food at home, so he has to go and get some food back."
Feng Fei looked at her grandfather and immediately became nervous, "In exchange for food? But... those bad guys..."
Old man Feng smiled hurriedly and touched his granddaughter's head, "Don't worry, grandpa has his own way."
He said this, but the worry in his eyes lingered.
The Song Mansion is the largest family in Qinghe City. It is the Song Mansion that he offended, so there is no place for him in Qinghe City.
In the past, when he went to the mountains to collect herbs, the food and money he got in exchange could not be said to be particularly large, but he still had enough food and clothing.
But in recent months, no matter how many medicinal materials he brought, all he could get in exchange was a little bit of food of the lowest quality.
And this, after he begged hard, the other party saw that he was pitiful and quietly gave it to him in private.
Although Feng Fei was young, she was extremely sensible. She looked at her grandfather and wanted to say something else.
At this moment, a rumbling sound came, making the ground tremble.
"Hey! Uncle Sick is back... Wow, what a big wild boar!"
Hearing the movement, Feng Fei immediately turned his head and looked outside. When he saw Su Twelve appearing, he was overjoyed.
But just as he was saying this, he couldn't help but exclaim when he saw two huge wild boars being dragged behind Su Twelve.
Such a huge wild boar was dragged back by Su Twelve like this. The huge difference in size made this scene look very inconsistent.
On the other hand, Old Man Feng acted very calmly. In his eyes, immortal cultivators were omnipotent beings, and two wild boars were nothing.
"Master Immortal, you...what are you?"
Old Man Feng stood up immediately, walked out of the room quickly, and came to Su Twelve.
Just as he was talking, seeing Su Twelve frowning and showing dissatisfaction, Old Man Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then he realized what he was saying and hurriedly changed his words: "Wang...Mr. Wang?"
Although Su Twelve reported his name, due to his instinctive fear of immortal cultivators, he still did not dare to call him by his first name.
Mr. Wang?
Su Twelve remained calm and his brows slowly relaxed.
This title is okay, it's better than being called Immortal Master every day.
It's okay if you're not injured, just leave some good things behind and walk away.
But now, if other immortal cultivators pass by, they will really cause trouble.
After all, immortal cultivators are also human beings. As human beings, there are good people and bad people.
Some people can sacrifice for others, but more often it is conspiracy and calculation.
The world of immortal cultivators is not a paradise, but a cruel purgatory. Killing people and seizing treasures is as common as eating and drinking.
Letting go of the two wild boars he was holding, Su Twelve gasped and asked Old Man Feng: "Uncle, do you know how to kill pigs? Get some meat and let's improve the food. Especially the little girl, who has a long body."
It’s time.”
The two wild boars combined weighed three to four hundred kilograms. Walking all the way down the mountain was not a small burden for Su Twelve now.
He was now exhausted and exhausted, his hands were behind his back, and he was shaking slightly.
"Yes, yes!"
Old Man Feng nodded repeatedly and looked at Su Twelve in confusion.
I can't believe that the legendary immortal master who is aloof and avoids strangers is actually as approachable as a mortal.
Su Twelve didn't care what he thought. Seeing him nodding, he hugged the medicinal materials, dragged his tired body to the corner of the yard, sat on the ground, and began to process the medicinal materials.
Looking at the two lifeless wild boars lying on the ground, Old Man Feng took a look at them, then set up a large pot in the yard, heated up hot water, and got a sharp knife to start processing them.
Feng Fei sat in the room, ears straightened, and listened.
I heard that there was meat to eat, but after looking at the wild vegetables on the table, I suddenly lost my appetite.
He happily ran outside, followed his grandfather, jumped up and down, and helped as much as possible.
For a moment, the courtyard was filled with Feng Fei's silver bell-like laughter.
Ever since she learned of the death of her father and mother-in-law a year ago, she has never been so happy.