The afternoon sun shines on the earth.

White clouds were wiping the blue sky like handkerchiefs, moving constantly with the northeast wind.

Black boots trampled on the grass, Yang Qifeng gently touched the arrow bag behind him with one hand, and an arrow was placed on the longbow by him. The bow was like a full moon and was pulled away by him. In Yang Qifeng's vision, a gray hare was lowering his head, not knowing what to eat or doing anything else.

As his palm loosened, the arrow disappeared with a whoosh. The arrow shot out quickly, cutting through the air and making waves of sounds. The arrow had hit the hare. With a scream, the hare died immediately. Yang Qifeng stepped on his longbow on his shoulder and walked to the hare with big strides. He pulled the hare's ears and lifted the hare up. The arrow was inserted on it, and blood was flowing out along the wound.

"I'll give it to you tonight, apply more salt," Yang Qifeng threw it away and threw the hare directly to Zhou Hu who was following him.

"Don't worry, young master," Zhou Hu took over the hare and spoke in an excited tone. What he is best at is barbecue, and it is precisely this way he did the same thing.

"There is a mountain temple in front of you? Is Mr. Zhou burning incense?" Zhu Changlie stood aside and asked softly.

"go,"

Yang Qifeng looked around and found that this place was already among the forests of the Xishan Mountains. This place is called Xishan, which is just a common saying in Wu'an County. Because the mountain is called Xishan in the west, it is also recorded in the official palace of Wu'an County. It is called Gongshan. The village has land, the mountain gods, and the river has a river. Gongshan naturally has no shortage of mountain gods. Gongshan is not a famous mountain river, but an ordinary mountain, and its mountain god is at most two-star.

Although he is not strong, he is a god under the Heavenly Court organization. He still has the necessary respect. He should not have the pride and arrogance as a reincarnation person. Although Gongshan is small, he is too close to Taihang, so he can be related to Taihang. Nowadays, who can really become a god in the future have a background in the background. If he is usually not, it would be fine. If he meets him, he must meet Xiang.

The mountain god temple is ordinary, with only one room, and there is a statue of a mountain god in the center. It is a man over thirty years old. He has a majestic appearance, his eyes wide open, and his spirit. Yang Qifeng bowed and paid a simple sacrifice. Yang Qifeng had no big idea. It is certain that Gongshan Mountain God’s incense is not strong, even if he is a mountain god, he is too low after all.

It is impossible to show the spirits from time to time for people to worship. The laws of the heavenly family are strict, and the gods and men are separated. They are not allowed to interfere in human changes, unless there is a law of fate, and the real truth is displayed at will. If it is replaced by Journey to the West and other worlds, a mountain god can already dominate the other side and be free and free, but this world cannot do so.

Walking out of the mountain temple and continuing to go deep into the forest, a pheasant appeared in front of him, with gorgeous feathers and slender tail. Yang Qifeng waved his hand to signal the people behind him to stop. He opened his bow and shot arrows at the pheasant. He didn't know if the pheasant felt the arrow or planned to leave unintentionally. He flapped his wings and flew out, and the arrow shot in the air. Seeing this, Yang Qifeng shot two arrows in succession, but it was still futile. Not only did he not shoot the pheasant, but instead let the pheasant fly away continuously.

"Everyone takes action, whoever shoots it will be rewarded," Yang Qifeng looked at the pheasant flying against the ground. Although the pheasant can fly, it cannot fly high and lasts for a short time, so he cannot escape directly at once.

When Zhou Hu and his friends heard this, they shot arrows one after another, but they all missed. Yang Qifeng looked a little panicked and shouted anxiously, "Chase!"

He ran out first, and the others followed one after another. If you look closely, you can see that although Yang Qifeng's face was panicked, his eyes were always calm. This scene was written and directed by him. How could he fail to shoot with his archery skills? The guards following him were all with poor archery skills.

A ravine appeared in front of him, but the pheasant flew directly over, but everyone could not continue to chase him. The pheasant was about to never catch up again. Zhu Changlie took a bow and shot an arrow in one go. An arrow hit the pheasant straight. The pheasant in the air fell directly to the ground. Zhou Hu ran over with big strides, and said happily, "Look at where else can you run?"

Yang Qifeng looked at Zhu Changlie who was like nothing happened after shooting the arrow, and praised him loudly; "Good skills, even a hundred steps to penetrate Yang Yang is nothing more than that,"

"Zhou Hu remembered that he doubled his salary to Guide Zhu after he went back,"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou," Zhu Changlie said with a hint of joy on his face. A penny stumped the hero. No matter what, the hero is now poor and lacks food and clothing.

Yang Qifeng looked up at the sky, and he turned to Zhu Changlie beside him and said, "It's getting late, let's go back to the foot of the mountain."

Yang Qifeng led everyone to the bottom of the mountain. This time he made an appointment with Wang Jian, Sun Zheng and others to hunt in the west. He was together in the morning and separated in the afternoon. He didn't have to worry about their safety. Each of them was like Yang Qifeng and had many people. He had already opened the Taoist ban and practiced the Taoist ritual. He was not a scholar with no power to his hands and skin, but each one had the master of the long bow.

In the simple camp they built at the foot of the mountain, servants had already begun to find dry firewood and make simple wooden racks. It was not the first time they did this. After returning, Yang Qifeng handed them over the game they had hunted, and asked them to open their chests and remove their hair and treat their internal organs.

He picked up the water and took a big sip, looked around at the camp. Wang Jian and others did not come back. Even though they were usually gentle, they were quite interested in hunting. He slowly walked to Zhu Changlie who was helping to deal with his internal organs.

"Zhu Xiangzhu is very skilled, and he can pass through Yang a hundred steps. How can such a hero do such a job?" Yang Qifeng reached out and grabbed the things in Zhu Changlie's hand and still came to the ground. He preached in a stern tone. "These hands should hold a three-foot sword, make unparalleled achievements, enjoy glory, and be rich and honorable, and cannot do this slavery," he said in a stern tone.

Yang Qifeng's eyes were bright and he watched the change of Zhu Changlie's expression. He looked at his slightly ashamed face. He knew that these words had successfully touched Zhu Changlie. With Zhu Changlie's ability, if he had not been ambitious, he would have been taken over by the wealthy families in Wu'an County, and he would not have had to work so hard to live.

"I heard that Guide Zhu is hiding in the mountains and fields every day to chop wood and live a life of life. Wouldn't this be buried? I would like to hire Guide Zhu as a guest at a hundred acres of good paddy fields. This is just a temporary solution."

"After the palace examination in the future, I promise to recommend Guide Zhu Xiangzhu as the army's garrison commander and a hundred people!"
Chapter completed!