The trees were rooted in the mountain soil, extending their emerald green hands towards the sky.
Thick and solid tree trunks faced each other from afar. The luxuriant branches and leaves crisscrossed in midair.
Surrounded by these trees, there was a wooden house.
The wooden house was made of thick and solid tree trunks, revealing an honest and solid feeling. The wooden house wasn't built recently, but was a bit old, so the surface of the wooden house was covered in moss, and some of the tree trunks even had tender branches.
The wooden house was surrounded by a tall bamboo fence made of Green Spear Bamboo. There were vegetable fields in front and behind, and in the middle of the vegetable fields was a well.
At this moment, a young and beautiful girl was fetching water from the well.
Although her clothes were extremely simple, it couldn't hide her face. She was about sixteen years old, with a pair of big black eyes, black and white clearly defined, pure like crystals.
The sunlight shone through the overlapping lush leaves and shone on her face, making her skin look like white snow. It also showed a kind of transparent blush and warmth.
Her black hair drooped mischievously, covering half of her cute earlobes.
Her pink lips were pursed, biting her pearly white teeth, and her face showed that she was trying very hard.
She laboriously lifted the bucket filled to the brim, from the depths of the well. He took another deep breath and moved the wooden bucket to the gray brick floor beside the well.
"Phew!" The girl puffed up her pink cheeks, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and used her white hand as a fan, fanning her cheeks.
Hearing the sound of the wooden bucket falling to the ground, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and an old man walked out from inside.
The old man's hair was a mix of black and white, and his face was full of wrinkles. Although his old eyes seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, they would occasionally flash with a sharp light. He was like an old tiger, although old, the tiger's might was still there.
"Girl, this bucket is too heavy, I already said to let father carry it. Why are you secretly watering the vegetables behind my back? "The old man looked at the girl beside the well, his face revealing a loving expression.
"Father!" The girl called out sweetly, "You came back so late from hunting yesterday, you should have slept a little more this morning. It's just a bucket. Look, didn't I just bring it up? "
"You always like to show off!" The old man's tone was helpless, but his eyes were filled with love.
He strode to the well, reached out a hand, and easily grabbed the bucket of water. "Come, little girl, I'll water the vegetables with you."
The air was filled with the fragrance of wild grass and flowers. The summer wind blew over passionately. When it brushed past the treetops, it turned into a wave of fresh and serene air.
On the vegetable field in front of the wooden house in the mountain, his daughter used a ladle to scoop up water and carefully watered the vegetables. The father was in charge of fetching water, and the two buckets took turns. The warm atmosphere of a family permeated the small space.
After a while, the old man stood beside the well, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and sighed deeply. "Sigh, I'm getting old after all. I can't lift it anymore after a few times."
The young girl turned her head and smiled like a flower. She said angrily, "Father, you finally know. You're already so old, and you always like to show off. How many times have I told you, let second brother go hunting. At your age, you should lie at home and enjoy life. "
"Hehehe." The old man laughed and nodded, "With your second brother's ability, it's indeed enough for him to roam this mountain forest. Especially his archery, it's even better than when I was young. But there's one thing I'm worried about. He's too wild, and relies on his strength to fly. Sigh, young people love to fantasize, and more or less have this problem. "
"Father … …" The young girl dragged out her voice.
The old man laughed even more happily, and joked, "Yes, and you. You're not young anymore, it's time to find a husband. Father will look for one for you. Our daughter is unique in this area, you don't have to worry about not being able to find a good family! "
The young girl's face suddenly turned red, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't say anything.
The old man looked at the sky, as if he was looking at a beautiful future. He sighed leisurely, "When your second brother suffers a bit and restrains his temper, I'll stop and never go up the mountain again. I'll find a good husband for you, and watch you get married and have children. It's best if you have a big fat boy. Hehe, I'll be satisfied with taking care of my grandson. A person's life is really not easy. As a hunter, how many of them have a good beginning and a good ending? Sigh, the companions from when we were young are all gone now. There's only me left. "
"Father, you're wrong." The young girl smiled and consoled, "What do you mean there's only you left? Don't you still have us?"
"Hehe … … hmm?" The old man laughed and was about to speak when he suddenly heard movement, and turned around.
The bamboo fence door was kicked open from the outside.
"You're Old Man Wang?" Fang Yuan's face was cold, and his eyes were eerie. He held a lump of moonlight in his right hand and walked in first.
The old man was shocked. Seeing the moonlight in Fang Yuan's hand, he quickly knelt on the ground, "This old man greets Lord Gu Master!"
"Old Man Wang, your son dared to offend me. I've already killed him. Bring his corpse here! "Fang Yuan looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground, and went straight to the point.
He had just finished speaking when two young hunters walked in from outside the fence. One of them was in front, and the other was behind, carrying Wang Er's corpse.
Seeing this corpse, Old Man Wang's body trembled!
"Second brother —!" The young girl screamed mournfully and immediately rushed over, pouncing on Wang Er's corpse. Her face was instantly covered in tears.
"Sister Wang … …" The two young hunters saw the girl of their dreams crying in front of them. They couldn't bear it, and wanted to persuade her, but they couldn't say anything.
"Old Man Wang, I heard you're a hunting chief, the most famous hunter in the nearby villages. You're so old, but you can still hunt in the mountains, and every time you hunt, you get a good harvest. That's good. "
Fang Yuan paused for a moment, and then continued with a blank expression, "Now draw me a map, indicating the location of all the traps in the nearby mountains, as well as the distribution of wild beasts that you've observed over the years. If you draw it, I'll forgive your son for offending me. If you can't draw it — hmph. "
These villages were under the control of the Guyue Stronghold. The villagers in these villages were all serfs of the Guyue Clan.
Now that Wang Er had offended his superiors and offended his master, according to the clan rules, his whole family would be implicated!
Old Man Wang's body trembled again, and he almost fell to the ground. To him, this kind of blow was too big and too sudden.
"Murderer, you're the murderer who killed my second brother! You treat human life as grass, and now you're here to denounce me? I want to avenge my second brother!! "The young girl shouted, her voice full of hatred and anger towards Fang Yuan. She suddenly rushed toward Fang Yuan.
But she was still on the way, when a figure suddenly rushed out and blocked her.
The one who blocked her was not the two young hunters, but her old father.
"Bastard!" Old Man Wang let out a low roar, swung his hand, and with a slap, the young girl fell to the ground.
"Your second brother is already dead, do you want to die too? Do you want me, your father, to live the rest of my life alone?! "The old man said this, tears flowing down his old face, and his whole body trembled violently.
"Father!" The young girl was beaten awake, her eyes were full of tears, and her voice was full of pain, unwillingness, grievance, pity, hatred, helplessness, and all kinds of complex emotions.
The old man turned around, facing Fang Yuan, his knees went soft, and he knelt on the ground again, and his forehead touched the ground, deeply kowtowing at Fang Yuan's feet. His voice was choked, trembling, "Lord Gu Master, my son offended you, and indeed deserved to die! I will draw a map for you now, please be magnanimous, and spare us. "
Fang Yuan's expression softened a little, and he looked down at the old man, "Don't worry, as long as you draw it truthfully, I will definitely spare you. But you better not lie to me, if I find any suspicious points, your lives will be in danger! "
"I understand, I understand." Hunter Wang kowtowed non-stop, "Lord Gu Master, please allow me to go back and get a pen and paper."
"No need." Fang Yuan waved his hand, and looked at the two young hunters who came to threaten him, ordering, "Go to the house, find me a pen and paper, and bring it out."
"Yes, Lord Gu Master." The two young men's legs trembled, but under Fang Yuan's deterrence, they did not dare to disobey.
"Lord, the pen and paper are on the square table in the kitchen," Old Man Wang said from the side.
Fang Yuan's gaze faintly flashed, but he did not speak.
The two hunters broke into the wooden house, and quickly came out with a pen and paper.
The paper in the Southern Border was made of specially made bamboo paper. The paper was very hard, and the paper had a faint green color. This kind of paper was suitable for the humid climate of the Southern Border.
If it was Xuan paper, after seven or eight days, it would be wet from the humidity.
The old man held the pen and knelt on the ground, drawing black lines one after another. Some were curved, some were straight.
He drew more than ten pieces of bamboo paper, and after a while, he presented the bamboo paper to Fang Yuan with both hands.
Fang Yuan glanced at it, and split the bamboo in half, handing it to the two young hunters, "Take a look, see if there is anything wrong. Every time you find a mistake, I will reward you with a Yuan stone! "
(PS: Just like the prologue said, this book is very evil. Just treat it as a pure story, there is no need to put it into reality. There is another problem that needs to be clarified. The story of Ren Zu is a dark line, written not to educate everyone, there is no need to do so, nor is there the effort, nor the capital. It is only a representation of the world, a description of the world's foundation. At the same time, through this myth, it will throw out a part of the setting of the book. The story of Ren Zu will be used throughout the book. Everyone can just take a look, if you don't like it then just skip it. Again, there is no need to be too immersed in the book, as long as you enjoy it, that is enough. Don't put yourself in the wrong place, if you do, you are just looking for trouble. Of course, this does not exclude those who are masochistic. Haha …)
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