Chapter 67: Don't Worry, I Will Spare You

Trees, rooted in the mountain soil, stretch their green hands to the sky.

A sturdy tree trunk, looking at each other from a distance. The lush foliage is staggered in mid-air.

Surrounded by these trees, there is a wooden house.

The wooden house is made of sturdy tree trunks, revealing a solid and solid taste. The wooden house is not newly built, but has been some years old, so the surface of the wooden house is crawling with moss, and there are even delicate branches on some tree trunks.

The wooden house is surrounded by tall bamboo fences surrounded by green spear bamboo. There are vegetable fields on the front and back, and a well is created in the center of the vegetable field.

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

Although the clothes on her body are extremely simple, it is difficult to hide her face. She is twenty-eight years old, with big black eyes, clear black and white, as pure as crystal.

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

Her black hair on the temples drooped playfully, half covering her lovely earlobes.

The pink lips were pursed at this time, and she bit her teeth, and her face was full of hard work.

She struggled to lift the full bucket from the depths of the well. He took another breath and moved the wooden bucket to the gray brick floor beside the well.

"Huh!" The girl puffed out her pink cheeks, let out a sigh of relief, and stretched out her white hand as a fan, fanning her cheeks.

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

The old man's hair was mixed with black and white, and his face was wrinkled. Although his old eyes were vicissitudes of life, they occasionally flashed a sharp light. It is like an old tiger, although it is old, it is still powerful.

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

"Father!" the girl called sweetly, "You came back from hunting so late yesterday, so you should sleep a little longer this morning. It's just a bucket, look, didn't I mention it?"

"You, you love to be brave!" The old man's tone was helpless, and there was doting in his eyes.

He took big strides, walked to the well, stretched out a hand, and grabbed the bucket with ease: "Come on, girl, Daddy will water the vegetables with you."

The air is full of the fragrance of weeds and wildflowers, and the summer wind blows warmly over the treetops, turning it into a freshness and deep seclusion.

On the vegetable field in front of the wooden house in the mountains, the daughter scooped water with a ladle, bent over, and poured the vegetables carefully. The father is in charge of fetching water, and the two buckets are exchanged in turn. A warm family atmosphere pervades this small space.

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

The girl turned around, smiling like a flower, and said angrily: "Father, you finally know. You are old, and you love to be brave all day long. I tell you how many times, and let the second brother go hunting. You are so old. It's time to lie at home and enjoy the peace."

"Hehehe." The old man smiled and nodded, "According to your second brother's ability, it is indeed enough to roam this mountain forest. Especially his archery skills are better than when I was young. But there is one thing I still have Don't worry about him, his heart is too wild, he relies on force, and he wants to fly. Alas, young people love fantasies, and there are many problems with this."

"Father..." The girl dragged her tone.

The old man laughed even more cheerfully, and joked: "Yes, and you. You are not too young, so it is time to find a husband's family. Dad is looking for you, our daughter is the only one in this piece, Don't worry about finding a good home!"

Two red clouds suddenly appeared on the girl's face, and she was so ashamed that she was speechless.

The old man looked at the sky,

As if seeing a bright future, he sighed leisurely: "When your second brother suffers a little and calms down, I will stop and never go up the mountain again. I will find you a good husband's house and watch you. Marrying and having children, it is best to have a big fat boy. Hehe, your father and I will be satisfied with my grandson. This life is really not easy. How many hunters can have a good start and a good end? Alas, when I was young My partner is gone by now, only your father and me are left."

"Father. What you said is wrong." The girl smiled and comforted, "What's left is you, don't you still have us?"

"Hehe...Huh?" The old man smiled, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a movement and turned his head sharply.

The small bamboo fence gate was kicked open from the outside.

"You are the old man Wang?" Fang Yuan's face was cold, his eyes were faint, and he came first with the moonlight on his right hand.

The old man was taken aback, seeing the moonlight in Fang Yuan's hand, he hurriedly knelt to the ground: "Old man pays respects to Master Gu Master!"

"Old man Wang, your son dared to offend me, he has already been killed by me. Bring his body up!" Fang Yuan looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground, straight to the point.

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

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

"Second brother—!" The girl cried out desolately, rushed over immediately, and threw herself on Wang Er's body, tears streaming down her face instantly.

"Sister Wang..." The two young hunters couldn't bear to see the woman they liked crying so hard in front of them. They wanted to persuade them to say something, but they couldn't say it.

"Old man Wang, I heard that you are a headhunter, the most famous hunter in the nearby villages. At such a young age, you can still go hunting in the mountains, and every time you get rich. This is very good."

Fang Yuan paused when he said this, then continued with a blank face: "You can draw me a picture now, indicating the locations of all the traps on the nearby mountains, as well as the beasts you have observed and summarized during your hunting over the years. Distribution. You draw it, and I'll forgive your son for offending me. Can't draw it—hmph."

These villages are all under the control of Gu Yue Shanzhai. The villagers in the village are all serfs of the Gu Yue clan.

Now Wang Erxia has committed a crime and offended the master. According to the clan rules, the whole family has to be implicated!

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

"Murderer, you are the murderer of my second brother! You are ignorant of people's lives, and you come to ask for guilt? I want to avenge my second brother!!" The girl shouted, her voice full of Fang Yuan's hatred and anger, she rushed towards To Fang Yuan.

But while she was still on her way, a figure swooped out and blocked her.

It was not the two young hunters who stood in her way, but her old father.

"You bastard!" Old Man Wang let out a low roar, slapped 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 to be a father and die alone?!" As the old man said this, tears filled his eyes and his whole body was shaking violently.

"Father!" The girl was beaten sober, her tears welled up, and her voice was full of complex emotions of pain, unwillingness, grievance, pity, hatred, and helplessness.

The old man turned around and faced Fang Yuan, his knees softened, he fell to the ground again, and his forehead touched the ground, kneeling deeply at Fang Yuan's feet. His voice was choked and trembling: "Lord Gu Master, my son has offended you, and he really deserves to die! This old man will draw a map for you, you are magnanimous, please forgive us."

Fang Yuan's face softened a little, he looked down at the old man and said: "Don't worry, as long as you draw it truthfully, I will spare you all. But you'd better not lie to me, if you let me find any doubts, yours Your life is at risk!"

"The old man understands, the old man understands." Wang Hunter continued to kowtow, "Master Gu Master, Rong Xiao, go back and get a pen and paper."

"No need." Fang Yuan waved his hand, looked at the two young hunters who were coerced over by this trip, and ordered, "Go into the house, find a pen and paper for me, and bring them out."

"Yes, Lord Gu Master." The two young men trembled, and under Fang Yuan's intimidation, they did not dare to resist in the slightest.

"Sir, the pen and paper are on the square table in the kitchen." Old Man Wang said aside.

Fang Yuan's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.

Two hunters broke into the hut and quickly came out with pen and paper.

The paper here in the southern border is all specially made bamboo paper. The paper is very hard and the paper color is light green. This kind of paper is suitable for the humid environment in southern Xinjiang.

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

The old man held a pen, knelt on the ground, and drew black lines one after another. Either curved or straight.

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

Fang Yuan hurriedly glanced at it, then divided the bamboos in half and handed them to the two young hunters: "Look at what's wrong. Every time I find a mistake, I will reward you with a primeval stone!"

(ps: As the preface said, this book will be very evil. Everyone can read it as a pure story, and there is no need to substitute it into reality. There is one more problem to explain. The story of Renzu is a dark thread, and writing I didn't come out to educate everyone, I didn't have this mind, I didn't have this effort, and I didn't have this capital. It was just a presentation of a world view, a side description of the world's heritage. At the same time, through this myth, part of the setting of this book will be thrown out. The story of Renzu will run through this book. You can read it. If you don’t like it, skip it. Again, you don’t need to immerse yourself in the book. Find the guilt yourself. Of course, you can't rule out those who are masochistic. Haha...)