Yuanzhou is located in the southwest of the Tang Dynasty. The southwest is mountainous, and in the mouths of the Tang Dynasty, it is a poor place. If Yuanzhou did not border the Southern Zhou Kingdom, the nobles who wanted to come to Chang'an would not talk about Yuanzhou once a year.
The Southern Zhou Dynasty was rich, but under the intimidation of the Tang Dynasty's invincible tigers, they still had no choice but to bow their heads. In the absence of border troubles, Yuanzhou's status became even lower. Officials who could come to Yuanzhou to serve were not without backing.
He was the loser in the official struggle in Chang'an.
The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, which refers to the officialdom of Yuanzhou.
No, Mrs. Ru of Qin Xu, the magistrate of Dingnan County, fell ill. The doctors made a diagnosis and treated her and asked for a medicine. Qin Xu offered a reward and promised that whoever could get the medicine would be fine.
If this kind of thing happened in Chang'an, the censors could impeach Qin Xu and turn him into a scumbag.
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"What disease requires a tiger's kidneys and fresh ones?"
Zhang Qiyuan, the village leader of Xiaohe Village, looked at the white snow on the top of Dongyu Mountain in the distance and cursed: "In early spring, the tigers and wolves in the mountains have been hungry all winter, and their eyes have turned green from hunger. At this time, are people hunting tigers or tigers going into the mountains?"
Hunter? Damn it...who dares to go?"
There were several young men behind him, and one of them said: "There are only tigers in the Dongyu Mountain nearby. The tigers have eaten several hunters in the past years. The Southern Zhou Dynasty also invited experts to go into the mountains to kill them, but those few people stopped hunting after entering the mountains.
If you didn’t come out, you probably fed the tigers and wolves. Now when you mention the tigers in Dongyu Mountain, even the best hunters will keep silent.”
"It's not good!"
Someone behind him exclaimed. Zhang Qiyuan turned around and saw a young man running out of the village entrance.
"Muramasa, Yang Sanlang has entered the mountain."
Zhang Qiyuan suddenly changed his color, "That young man is seeking death!"
Several horses came galloping towards them. When they got closer, they saw that they were soldiers from the government.
The sergeant looked down at Zhang Qiyuan from a high position on horseback and shouted: "Southern Zhou's spies have been rampant recently and are preparing to cross Dongyu Mountain. The state has ordered that every village must keep an eye on it and report any suspicious persons immediately..."
The team behind them looked sharply and said in a deep voice: "But there is one thing, don't take action without permission because you are eager to achieve merit. Those spies are good at hiding and fighting. No matter how many people you wait for, you will die. All you have to do is report them.
"
The military orders came like a mountain, and Zhang Qiyuan responded loudly.
The cavalry moved away.
Zhang Qiyuan cursed: "Tell Yang Ding that Yang Sanlang is gone!"
Ding Zhuang murmured: "Although Yang Sanlang is young, he is the best hunter in the village."
Zhang Qiyuan felt that his majesty had been challenged, turned around and stared at Ding Zhuang, and said word by word: "That's not just the tiger, there are also Southern Zhou secret spies who are more terrifying than the tiger. The Southern Zhou secret spies are very good, unless the metaphysics of the Imperial College are used
The disciples will be strangled, otherwise even the soldiers of Yuanzhou will be helpless."
But the Imperial College is far away in Chang'an, and the water far away cannot quench the thirst nearby.
Zhang Qiyuan looked at the white snow on the top of the mountain in silence for a long time, and said softly: "Poor baby, this is...life!"
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Dongyu Mountain.
The snow is gradually melting and flowing into the stream.
The gurgling stream and the crisp chirping of birds are particularly ethereal.
puff!
puff!
puff!
The sound of heavy footsteps came closer and closer.
A hunter was walking along the left side of the stream, carrying a huge tiger on his back.
The hunter was so short that he looked like a tiger walking upright, which was particularly scary.
A man was sitting downstream to rest. After hearing the footsteps, he immediately put away his water bag and turned his robe over. He was lying there. Unless he looked closely, he looked like a piece of dead grass...
The light of the sword moved under the withered grass.
Murderous intent is raging!
The hunter came over step by step.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and his muscles tensed and then relaxed.
When he came to the edge of this piece of withered grass, the withered grass suddenly rose into the air.
Plop!
The birds were frightened and flew high. The snow on the branches was shaken and snow powder fell down one after another.
The sword flashed.
At the moment when the withered grass flew up, the hunter's body suddenly bounced, and the tiger flew past.
The secret agent of Southern Zhou wanted to kill the hunter, but he was met by a fierce tiger.
He was in mid-air, and the only place he could borrow strength from was the tiger. The secret agent shouted and clapped his palm, preparing to borrow strength.
Choking!
The sword is unsheathed!
The sword flashed!
The hunter put away his knife and rushed towards the fallen tiger, "Don't damage the fur, it's worthless."
The young man's face was filled with distress. My mother-in-law had been thinking about using tiger skin as a mattress for a long time. If she ruined it, where could she find another tiger?
At this moment, the spy fell heavily to the ground.
"You..." Blood poured out of the spy's mouth, and he coughed a few times, "How did you know that I was hiding here?"
The young man turned over the nearly 300 kilogram tiger, carefully inspected its fur, and said casually: "I am naturally sharp, otherwise how could I go hunting in the mountains at the age of ten?"
The spy gasped, his body shaking violently, "When you were ten years old, you went into the mountains to hunt. Are you... Yang Sanlang?!"
The young man turned back and smiled slightly, squinting his small eyes and showing his white teeth, "You also know me?"
This mountain was shared by the Tang Dynasty and the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Hunters from the two countries met from time to time in the mountain, and there were many fights for prey. At first, the two sides were evenly matched, but five years ago, a half-year-old child suddenly joined in.
, caused heavy casualties to the Orions of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. Some survivors heard the young man talking to himself about "I am Yang Sanlang", and then took the name Yang Sanlang back.
The spy felt relieved, and then regretted: "If I didn't hide and fight face to face, I would be 90% sure to kill you!"
The young man exerted all his strength and was able to carry the heavy tiger on his back.
He slowly walked past the spy with dim eyes and said calmly: "It's cold on the ground. When you rushed over, your body was a little stiff and your arms were not fully straightened. When you took a step in front of me, your long knife struck
The angle of the cut will change slightly, and I will pretend to be frightened and have no time to draw the knife. When you relax..."
He grabbed the tiger's front paw with his right hand and waved it, and a sharp light flashed on his middle finger.
It was a ring with a sharp needle on it. The color of the needle looked wrong, so it was probably poisoned.
The most cunning hunter is not as good as this young man... The look in the spy's eyes gradually dissipated, "I... died unjustly."
His body gradually relaxed...
This is a sign before a person is about to die.
One foot stepped down sharply.
He stepped right on the spy's chest.
The sound of broken bones was heard, and the spy suddenly hugged the young man's ankle, his eyes widened, and hissed: "You..."
Pretending to be dead to survive a disaster was a secret spy's secret technique to save his life. But unexpectedly, this young man found out.
Yang Sanlang raised his foot again, aiming for the spy's throat.
"When I was eleven years old, I hunted a leopard. The leopard was hit by three arrows from me, and it seemed dead. But as I approached, the leopard suddenly jumped up, and that claw... almost killed me.
"
Yang Sanlang thought of the leopard, and couldn't help but lick his lips, his stomach rumbling like a drum, "Although leopard meat is fishy, it is still meat. After it is boiled and then grilled, the fishy smell will be much lighter..."
puff!
The spy covered his flat throat with both hands and watched the young man go away in despair.
Compared with Leopard, his talent for pretending to be dead is far inferior.
A child as young as eleven years old can hunt down the most powerful and cunning leopard in the forest.
This is a born hunter!
I really... died unjustly.
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Xiaohe Village.
Yang family.
Yang Ding and Wang had stupefied faces. Their three sons, ranging from their twenties to nine years old, looked listless but could not see any sadness. The nine-year-old youngest even laughed at the children watching.
Neighbors around him were also quite helpless in their efforts to comfort him.
"Sanlang is a filial man, and he has good intentions when he enters the mountain at this moment. Poor child."
One woman's eyes were red.
Yang Ding smiled dryly, but felt that he shouldn't laugh, so he said with a dull face, "Yeah!"
A clerk came outside the door.
Everyone quickly stood up and stood with their hands tied.
The official's majestic gaze swept over the crowd and said calmly: "The Ming Palace is aware of Yang Sanlang's entry into the mountains. The young man has the courage to serve the country. The Ming Palace is very pleased..."
Yang Sanlang went to the mountain for Qin Xu's reward, not to serve the country!
But no one dared to defend themselves, thinking that this was Qin Xu's private matter after all. In order to hide it from others, it should be a pension later, right?
The eyes of the Yang Ding family became brighter.
And hope!
The clerk coughed dryly and said, "Yang Sanlang is dead..."
The woman with red eyes muttered: "Maybe he's not dead!"
The clerk frowned and glanced at her, "There is a creek in the mountain. Tigers and wolves like to squat near the creek to hunt prey. The same is true for the hunters of the Tang Dynasty and Southern Zhou Dynasty, and the same is true for secret spies."
The think tank around the Ming Dynasty said that secret spies would send people to explore the way first. There have been many fights near the creek in the past years, and the spies of Southern Zhou who are good at hiding and fighting can often win easily.
A young man encounters a ruthless Southern Zhou spy...
The woman choked up and said, "Sanlang is a nice guy. He often helps me build my car. Otherwise, how could I go to the city to make money? He must not be dead."
The clerk was a little impatient, "If he is not dead, I will give him this official position!"
After offering a reward, no one dared to enter the mountain. Qin Xu was very angry. When he learned that a young man left bravely, he couldn't help but sigh. This was also the reason why Qin Xu sent a small official after learning that Southern Zhou's secret agents were out and the young man would definitely die.
To appease the Yang family, it can be regarded as buying horse bones for a thousand gold.
puff!
There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside, making even the window lattice tremble.
Someone opened the door, sluggishly.
Everyone felt something was wrong and came out one after another.
Outside the door, there is a young man and a tiger.
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