Trees, roots, lay on the mountain and soil, extending their green hands into the sky.

The thick trunks of trees look at each other from a distance. The lush branches and leaves intersect in the air.

Surrounded by these trees, there is a wooden house.

The wooden house is made of thick trunks, revealing a kind and solid smell. The wooden house is not newly built, but is a little old, so the surface of the wooden house is covered with moss, and some of the trunks even produce tender branches.

Around the wooden house is a tall bamboo fence surrounded by green spears and bamboos. There are vegetable fields in front and behind, and a well is built in the center of the vegetable fields.

At this time, a young and beautiful girl was pumping water by the well.

Although the clothes on her body were extremely simple, they were still difficult to cover up her appearance. She was only 28 years old, with big black eyes, black and white, as pure as crystal.

The sun shines on her face through the overlapping lush leaves, reflecting her skin like white snow, and showing a transparent blush and warmth.

Her black hair drooped down mischievously, half-covering her cute earlobes.

The pink lips were pursed at this moment, biting a bite of her teeth, and her face was full of hard work.

She struggled to lift the filled bucket from the depths of the well. She lifted her breath and moved the wooden bucket to the gray brick floor beside the well.

"Huh!" The girl puffed up her pink cheeks, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stretched out her fair hands as a fan, slapped her cheeks in the wind.

Hearing the sound of the wooden barrels slamming on the ground, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and an old man walked out of it.

The old man's hair is mixed with black and white, and his face is covered with wrinkles. Although his old eyes are vicissitudes, they will occasionally shine with a sharp light. It is like an elderly tiger. Although he is old, his tiger's power is still there.

"Girl, this bucket is too heavy, I told you to let my father carry it. Why are you secretly watering vegetables on your back?" The old man looked at the girl next to the well with a loving look on his face.

"Dad!" the girl shouted sweetly, "You came back so late yesterday when you were hunting. You'll sleep a little longer this morning. It's just a bucket. Look, haven't I brought it up?"

"You, just like to show off!" The old man's tone was helpless, and his eyes were filled with pampering.

He took a big stroll, walked to the well, stretched out a hand, and easily grabbed the bucket: "Come on, girl, dad and watered vegetables with you."

The air is filled with the fragrance of wild grass and wild flowers. The summer wind blows warmly, blows across the treetops, and turns into a freshness and deepness.

On the vegetable field in front of the wooden house in the mountains, the daughter scoops water with a scoop, bent over, and watered the vegetables carefully. The father was responsible for fetching water, and the two buckets were exchanged in turn. A warm atmosphere of the family permeated this small space.

"Oh, I'm old after all. After a few slight lifts, I can't lift it anymore." After a while, the old man stood by the well, wiped the sweat stains on his head, and sighed deeply.

The girl turned around and smiled like a flower, and said angrily: "Dad, you finally know. She is old and loves to show off all day long. I will tell you how many times you go hunting. You should lie at home and enjoy the happiness of your life at this age."

"Hahaha." The old man smiled and nodded, "It is indeed enough to explore this forest with your second brother's ability. Especially his archery skills are better than when I was younger. But there is one thing I'm not at ease with him. He is too wild, he is self-reliant and wants to fly. Alas, young people like to fantasize and have this problem."

"Dad..." The girl dragged her tone.

The old man smiled even more happily and joked: "Yes, there is you. You are not young, so it's time to find a family in the family. Dad is looking for you. Our daughter looks unique in this area, so you don't have to worry about not being able to find a good family!"

Two red clouds suddenly rose on the girl's face, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.

The old man looked at the sky from afar, as if he had seen a beautiful future. He sighed leisurely: "When your second brother suffers some losses and restrains his temperament, I will stop and never go up the mountain again. I will find you a good family for me. Seeing you marry and have children, it is best to have a fat boy. Hehe, I will be satisfied with your father and grandson. This is really not easy for a hunter. How many people can have a good start and end? Alas, my friends when I was young have gone, and only your father and me are left."

"Dad. You are wrong." The girl smiled and comforted, "You are the only one left, don't you still have us."

"Haha...huh?" The old man smiled, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the movement and looked back suddenly.

The bamboo fenced door was kicked open from outside.

"Are you Old Man Wang?" Fang Yuan looked cold and his eyes were faint. He held the moonlight on his right hand and came first.

The old man was shocked and saw the moonlight in Fang Yuan's hand and quickly fell to the ground: "The old man greets Master Gu!"

"Old Man Wang, your son dares to offend me. I have already killed him. Bring his body up!" Fang Yuan looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground and went straight to the point.

As soon as he finished speaking, two young hunters came in from outside the fence. One of them was in front and the other was carrying Wang Er's body behind.

Seeing this corpse, Old Man Wang's body trembled suddenly!

"Second brother--!" The girl screamed desolately, rushed over immediately, pounced on Wang Er's body, and burst into tears in an instant.

"Mistress of the Wang family..." The two young hunters felt very reluctant to see the woman they like crying in front of them. They wanted to persuade them, but couldn't say anything.

"Old Man Wang, I heard that you are the headhunter, the most famous hunter among the nearby villages. You are so old and can still go up the mountain to hunt, and you will get a lot of harvest every time. This is very good."

Fang Yuan paused when he said this, and continued expressionlessly: "You can draw a picture for me now to indicate the locations of all the traps on the nearby mountains, and the distribution of wild animals you have observed and summarized during the hunting process over the years. If you draw it, I will forgive your son for offending me. If you can't draw it - Humph."

These villages are all controlled by Guyue Mountain Village. The villagers in the village are all serfs of the Guyue clan.

Now the king and the second subordinate are offending the master. According to the clan rules, the whole family will be implicated!

Old Man Wang's body shook again and almost collapsed to the ground. Such a blow was too big and very sudden for him.

"Murderer, you are the murderer who killed my second brother! You are careless about human life, and you are still here to ask for guilt? I want to avenge my second brother!!" The girl shouted, her voice filled with the other party's hatred and anger, and she rushed towards Fang Yuan.

But while she was still in the way, she was suddenly rushed out by a figure and blocked her.

It was not the two young hunters who blocked her, but her old father.

"Bastard!" Old Man Wang let out a low roar, shook his hand and knocked the girl to the ground with a snap.

"Your second brother is dead, do you want to die too? Do you want me, a father, to live in a lonely life?!" The old man said this, tears flowing all over his body trembled violently.

"Dad!" The girl was beaten to wake up, tears flowing like a spring, her voice was filled with pain, unwillingness, grievance, pitifulness, hatred, helplessness and all kinds of complex emotions.

The old man turned around and faced Fang Yuan. His knees softened, and he fell to the ground again. His forehead touched the ground, and he knelt deeply at Fang Yuan's feet. His voice was choked and trembling: "Master Gu is here, my son offended you, it's true that he has died! I'm going to draw a map for you. You are magnanimous, please spare us."

Fang Yuan's face was a little gentle. He looked at the old man with a condescending grace and said, "Don't worry, as long as you draw it truthfully, I will spare you. But you'd better not lie to me. If I find a trace of suspicion, your lives will be hard to save!"

"The old man understands, the old man understands." Wang Leitou kowtowed continuously, "Please ask Master Gu to go back to get paper and pen."

"No need." Fang Yuan waved his hand, looked at the two young hunters who were threatening this trip, and ordered, "You go to the house, search for paper and pen for me, and bring it out."

"Yes, Master Gu." The two young men trembled, and under Fang Yuan's deterrence, they did not dare to disobey at all.

"Sir, paper and pen are on the square table in the kitchen." Old Man Wang walked beside him.

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed faintly and he didn't say anything.

Two hunters broke into the wooden house and soon came out with paper and pen.

The papers here in southern Xinjiang are all made of bamboo paper. The paper is very hard and the paper is light green. Such paper is suitable for the humid climate in southern Xinjiang.

If it is rice paper, I am afraid that it will be wet by the moisture after seven or eight days.

The old man held a pen and knelt on the ground, drawing black lines, either curved or straight.

He drew more than ten pieces of bamboo paper, and after a moment, he presented the bamboo paper to Fang Yuan with both hands.

Fang Yuan took a quick look and separated the bamboos in half and handed them to the two young hunters: "Look at what's wrong with it. Whenever a mistake is found, I will reward you with a piece of Yuan stone!"

(ps: As the preface says, this book will be very evil. Just read it as a pure story. There is no need to substitute it into reality. There is another question to explain that the story of the ancestor of the human world is a dark line. It is not written to educate everyone. It does not mean that the thoughts and skills are not the skill, and there is no capital. It is just a display of the world view, a side description of the world's heritage. At the same time, through this myth, some settings of the book will be thrown out. The story of the ancestor of the human world will run through the entire book. Just read it, and if you don't like it, just skip it. Or this sentence, there is no need to substitute the book too deeply, just read it happily. Don't substitute the mistakes. Substitute the mistakes is to make your own suffering. Of course, it is not ruled out that those who have abuse habits are not ruled out. Haha...)
Chapter completed!