"His grandma's, it seems that there will be no fat sheep today!"
A skinny man with the head of a deer and the eyes of a mouse lay lying in the grass behind the cable bridge. Cursing, he threw away the sweaty black iron bow he was holding, wiped his slippery palms on the grass, and peered across the cable bridge. p>
The sun sets in the west, and there are dim yellow grass and smoke. The thirty-foot-long cable bridge sways gently in the evening wind, and the knotted ropes of the hemp rattan are glowing with the sunset, like being coated with a layer of bright gold powder.
Below the suspended cable bridge is a deep ravine, with grey-green rocks intertwined and swords and halberds inserted upside down. Once someone walks onto the cable bridge from the opposite side, the skinny man's companion will swing a big ax and cut off the cable bridge.
He will also shoot sharp arrows in coordination. The attacker will fall into the deep ravine and be shattered to pieces. Then he can use the rope ladder to slip down and loot the property carried by the opponent.
"Snoring——" His companion let out a loud sound of deep sleep. His thickly furred arms and legs were spread out, lying on his back in the knee-high grass, with a rusty gun resting on his bulging belly.
The big ax was rising and falling along with the snoring, and a big snot bubble blew out of his nostrils from time to time.
"Fat Tiger, you damn grandma, stop sleeping, it's time to wake up!" The thin man kicked his companion hard. It was clearly on the waist, but it was like hitting a stone, and the pain made him grin.
"My chicken legs!" Fat Hu suddenly sat up, and the big ax fell to the ground with a "bang". He swallowed his saliva and looked around, "Where is my chicken legs? I am eating a very big and fat chicken leg!"
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The skinny man said angrily: "Where did the chicken legs come from? There's not even a hair on them! It's your grandma's dream!"
Fat Tiger picked up his big ax and said anxiously: "You must have stolen my chicken legs, otherwise how did you know there was no hair on the chicken legs? Pay it to me quickly!"
The skinny man looked at the axe, which was wider than his own body. He trembled in his heart and said angrily: "It's been raining heavily these days and I can't find a fat sheep. How can I get the copper to buy you a chicken leg? Wait for it."
I'll pay you for the last vote." If his old partner hadn't been hacked the day before yesterday, and the fat tiger man is stupid and strong, he wouldn't have chosen this fool to join the gang.
"Keep your word!" Fat Tiger blinked his little eyes and gestured with the iron ax, "My chicken legs are much bigger than this axe. You must pay such a big sum, no less!"
The skinny man was stunned, so angry that he just wanted to fuck his grandma.
In the distance, frightened birds flew across the sky, and a thin shadow was reflected on the grassy slope opposite the cable bridge, stretched diagonally by the sunset.
"Fat sheep!" The two looked at each other and said in unison. The skinny man quickly lay down and grabbed the bow and arrow excitedly. Thank God, the business is finally open.
The figure walked towards the rope bridge step by step. It was a human boy in his teens, with picturesque features and surprisingly handsome features. His ragged clothes were stained with blood, and he was carrying a large basket swaying on his back.
The skinny man stared at the young man carefully for a few times and lowered his voice: "This kid doesn't look like a tough guy. He must have fled and can be slaughtered."
"He seems to be a poor man. Why are his clothes even worse than mine?" Fat Tiger let go of the ax in frustration and muttered.
"What kind of poor guy? Look again, this guy's skin is more juicy than the girls in Baihuayuan. He must have been a pampered young master in the past." The thin man glanced at Fat Hu with disdain, a fool who only knows chicken legs.
What do you know? Historically, many young ladies from human dynasties in Yunhuang, because of factional strife and family ruin, took their money and fled to the wilderness. The boy opposite looked in a miserable state. Most likely they encountered ferocious beasts on the way to escape, and even the guards were all dead.<
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This is the fattest two-legged sheep! The skinny man smiled sinisterly, gestured to the fat tiger, nocked his bow and arrow, and aimed at the opponent.
The young man walked to the rope bridge, looked around for a moment, bent down and tugged on the rope. Suddenly his body tilted, he fell softly, and passed out.
The skinny man was dumbfounded. Did the fat sheep fall by itself without taking any action? He had been doing robberies for several years, and this was the first time he encountered such a good thing. He wanted to add a few more arrows, but the boy was blocked by the fastening stone of the rope bridge.
A body.
"It belongs to his grandmother! Fat Tiger, come on, come with me to see this fat sheep." The thin man observed from a distance for a while, and finally couldn't restrain his greed. He ran out of the grass with a bow and quickly ran up the rope bridge. Fat Tiger raised
He followed behind with a big ax and kept nagging: "Don't forget the big chicken legs, the chicken legs are bigger than my ax..."
"Damn it, Fat Tiger, don't jump, this rope bridge can't withstand your tossing!" Fat Tiger's body sank with great force, and the rope bridge suddenly swayed violently, making the skinny man turn pale in shock.
"I didn't jump! Look, this is a jump!" Fat Tiger shouted aggrievedly, jumping a few times hard, and his three hundred kilograms of meat shook wildly. "Crack!" The wooden board under his feet suddenly shattered.
, Fat Tiger fell down, his big furry hands grabbed the rope, and his tall and fat body hung in the air, swinging back and forth.
"Hurry up and save me!" Fat Tiger shouted anxiously, and the cable bridge shook violently. "Whoops--" The hemp ropes tore in response, and the cable bridge broke in the middle.
"You—" the skinny man screamed, rolling and falling down the ravine. "Bang!" Blood spattered, and he hung on a sharp stalagmite at the bottom of the ravine, stabbed through his lower abdomen.
"His grandma's..." The thin man stared at the fat tiger in mid-air with grief and anger. He took his last breath and opened his eyes angrily.
Zhikarizhen immediately stood up and looked down at the fat bandit swinging back and forth along half of the rope bridge. He was stunned for a moment. With his extraordinary hearing and eyesight, he had already discovered that the two men had evil intentions, so he deliberately fainted and lured the other party closer.
Attack and kill. But I never expected that the other party would actually...
"Help, someone come and save me, Fat Tiger! I'm still young, I don't want to die so early!" Fat Tiger grasped the hemp rope tightly with one hand, and still grasped the big ax with the other hand, and let out a high-pitched cry like killing a pig. He
Suddenly I caught a glimpse of Zhikarizhen, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed. The red pimples on my face seemed to glow: "Little fat sheep, what a fat sheep, come and save me!"
Little Sheep? Zhi Shou was really dumbfounded and shouted in a deep voice: "Are you a grass rat?" The so-called grass rats refer to those wandering bandits who hang out in the middle of the wilderness. They don't have advanced martial arts or techniques, and only know a few tricks.
The three-legged cat's kung fu relies on tricking, kidnapping or robbing the weak to make a living.
"Grass Rat? I'm obviously Fat Tiger!" Fat Tiger blinked in confusion, "Little Fat Sheep, have you mistaken the person? Is it possible that I have a brother who looks exactly like me?"
Zhikarizhen squatted down, hid the dagger in his sleeve, and pulled the bridge rope: "You want me to save you?"
Fat Tiger nodded repeatedly: "If you save me, I will promise not to rob you and buy you chicken legs to eat! Everyone in the Sheep Slaughter Fair knows that I, Fat Tiger, keep my word and never lie!"
Zhi Shouzhen's heart was moved, and he went further north to reach the notorious "Sheep Slaughter Fair" in the middle of the wilderness. The terrain there was dangerous, extending in all directions, with wild villages and wild towns everywhere, three religions and nine currents running rampant, and evil spirits and fish and dragons mixed together. Not only were countless black and white people lurking there,
The two most wanted criminals, including the Tianhuang Yu Clan, the Wu Clan, and the Yunhuang Human Dynasty, have also secretly set up strongholds in Zaiyangji to conduct various shady transactions. Now he is just refining Qi, and Qingfeng has been severely injured and has not recovered.
It’s difficult to do anything. I believe it will be much safer if someone you know leads the way.
Zhiqiu Zhenqi penetrated his arms, and with a fierce force, he pulled the fat tiger up by pulling the bridge rope.
"It scared me. Little Sheep, thank you!" Fat Tiger dropped the ax casually and sat down on the ground, like a heavy mountain of meat, causing the dust to fly.
"Your Excellency, your name is Fat Tiger?" Zhi Kaizhen quietly grasped the dagger. Even if such a grass rat turns against him, he can still deal with it.
Fat Tiger glanced at Zhikarizhen strangely: "Little fat sheep, your ears are not very good? I have told you several times, I will call you Fat Tiger. By the way, why did you suddenly faint and wake up again? I understand.
La, you were woken up by me!" He touched the pocket of his black jacket embarrassedly, "I haven't gotten any money in the past two days, so I will pay you back the chicken drumsticks I owe you later, okay? Hehe, but, I can
I didn’t say how big the drumstick is.”
Zhikarizhen waved his hand and said politely: "Uncle Fat Tiger, chicken drumsticks are not important. May I ask about the slaughter of sheep..."
Fat Tiger immediately interrupted: "No, chicken legs are very important!"
"... Of course, chicken legs are very important."
"But I can't take it out now!"
"That's not important."
"But you just said it was important! Why are you kidding me?"
"...Okay, just think that chicken legs are important."
"Don't you think chicken drumsticks are not important anymore? Brother Little Sheep, when a man speaks, you can't be confused, you have to spit and nail!"
Zhikari fell into a long silence.
Fat Tiger stared at Zhi Kaizhen for a while, then slapped his thigh and suddenly realized: "I understand! You are injured and your brain is not working properly!"
Zhikarizhen saw the look of sympathy on Fat Tiger's face and took a deep breath. God knows, how could such a fool survive in a ghostly sheep slaughtering market?
"Eh? Little Sheep, you are carrying an injured old man on your back?" Fat Hu then noticed Qingfeng in the rattan basket. The latter raised his head and glanced at Fat Hu lightly. His heart was suddenly shocked. He was actually one of the four major cultivators.
The body of pure gold and jade?
The jade body of pure gold, the body of golden flesh and jade bone, the eight-faced exquisite body, and the pure and untainted body are listed as the four major cultivation bodies. Such a person is naturally talented, and can make great strides in both martial arts and martial arts, far exceeding ordinary people.
"This is my uncle Liu Ye." Zhi Kaizhen coughed lightly, "We encountered a pack of wolves on the way and managed to escape. Uncle Fat Tiger, do you know the way to the Sheep Slaughter Fair? Could you please bring one with you?
Road?"
"I know, I live there." Fat Tiger picked up the big ax and stood up suddenly, two heads taller than Zhikarizhen. "You should have said it earlier if you wanted to lead the way. Why are you always pulling chicken legs?"<
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The corner of Zhikarizhen's mouth twitched. Fat Tiger looked at the broken bridge, waved his hand, and shouted boldly: "Little fat sheep, follow me boldly!"
They walked half a circle around the grass slope and came to a steep wall. Fat Tiger put the ax handle in his mouth, grabbed the stone wall with both hands, and climbed towards the deep ravine. The steep stone wall was carved out with various depths all the way down.
Different small nests are just enough for a foothold.
Zhi Kaizhen followed behind, clasping his fingers tightly on the stone nest and slowly climbing down; while paying attention to Fat Tiger's movements, he always held the dagger in his hand and did not dare to slack off.
"Qi penetrates the limbs, sucking in and sliding out. It moves and bends, like a gecko swimming on the wall..." Behind Zhikarizhen, there was another gentle sound of the breeze.
Zhi Shou truly understood, and crouched on all fours, the three-killing machine sword Qi surged towards the palms and soles of the feet. Sometimes the sword Qi produced suction, sticking to the slippery rocks covered with moss; sometimes it turned into elasticity and jumped lightly when touching the wall. The body was like a gecko.
Sliding, moving sideways for a while, falling straight for a while, and swimming dexterously along the stone wall.
The two of them went down to the bottom of the ravine. Fat Hu walked up to the body of the skinny man and said with a mournful face: "My big chicken legs are gone." He took off the other person's clothes, pants and socks, and handed them to Zhikarizhen, "
Little Sheep, your outfit is obviously imported. If you go to the Sheep Slaughter Fair, you will be bullied. Please change it quickly."
Zhikari Zhen felt a little scared. He first put on Qingfeng's coat, then changed into his underwear, leggings and shoes. The clothes and pants were all made of a kind of coarse linen, dyed with dark green plant sap, and sewn with stitches.
They are very rough. The shoes are boar-skin short boots, which are mostly worn and the original color cannot be seen. Although the clothes and shoes are a bit big, they can be used.
Then, the two of them climbed up the rope ladder at the other end of the ravine.
More than half an hour later, Zhang Wujiu, leaning on a tree stick, panted and chased to the deep ravine. The surrounding grass and waves were surging, and it was completely empty. Only two softly hanging bridge cables followed him in the dim light.