Chu Ying said that they could reach Ekulen from Hetuala in three to four days, but the actual time spent was far more than that. They fled day and night, rarely resting. Chu Ying was getting stronger and more confident. Abahai, on the other hand, was getting thinner and thinner, gritting his teeth and holding on. The two's situation was within their expectations, but Zhou Qingfeng was the most special. He was constantly growing.
"Kid Zhou, why do I feel that you've grown taller these days?" On the sixth day of their escape, the three of them came out of their respective shacks. Chu Ying was puzzled by Zhou Qingfeng's height.
"I'm young, so it's normal for me to grow taller," Zhou Qingfeng said bluntly.
"But you've been eating more and more these days," Chu Ying said in a low voice. He was still puzzled. "I think you're growing taller too fast."
"I'm exhausted, so I naturally eat more," Zhou Qingfeng said. After he got up, he went to gather the horses and learned how to feed them, how to load and unload the saddle and bridle, and how to take care of the horses. Because there were many trivial matters, he slept the last and woke up the earliest among the three of them. However, he was not sleepy at all. Instead, he was always full of energy.
This surprised Chu Ying, but Zhou Qingfeng knew that it was the effect of the blood marrow. The blood marrow came from the mountain ghost that Zhou Qingfeng had killed. That monster's brain was not very good, but its body was extremely strong, and there was a certain chance of producing blood marrow in its spine. He did not feel anything magical after consuming it. It was only now that the strenuous physical labor was completely stimulated.
Zhou Qingfeng felt that he had been eating well for the past two days. The food was quickly digested when it entered his stomach. In order to balance the imbalance of diet brought about by a pure meat diet, he had specially asked Abahai to teach him how to identify wild vegetables and fruits. Every day, he would stuff all kinds of food into his stomach. However, no matter how much he ate, his stomach was like a bottomless pit that could not be filled. It either turned into physical exhaustion or helped him grow taller and stronger.
It was precisely because of such a strong body that not only did Zhou Qingfeng not collapse from exhaustion, but he also became more and more confident in himself. He was full of vigor and enthusiasm every day, as if he had inexhaustible energy. On the other hand, Abahai, the Grand Concubine of Jianzhou, was in a worse state of mind. Her stamina could not keep up at all.
"Go get Abahai. That lazy woman won't leave again." Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had already prepared his horse, Chu Ying mounted it and set off. "You have to catch up with me in a quarter of an hour. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer."
Even with Zhou Qingfeng's promise to replenish the salt, Abahai still couldn't keep up. Zhou Qingfeng went to see her and found that she had a high fever and was in a daze.
"Can you still hold on?" Zhou Qingfeng helped Abahai out of the shack and felt that her steps were light and weak. Abahai was unable to respond and could only shake his head slightly. He could only help Abahai onto the horse's back and tie her up with a rope. He rode on the puppet goat and led Abahai's horse.
The reason why he took care of Abahai so much was because this woman showed her value to Zhou Qingfeng. In the past few days, she had not only taught Zhou Qingfeng how to make a bow and shoot arrows, but also taught Zhou Qingfeng how to rear and feed horses, identify plants, mountains, and rivers, and build shacks.
Although the Grand Concubine of Jianzhou lived a luxurious life, she had never done these chores. However, she had grown up among a fishing and hunting clan and had been imbued with too much practical experience. Everyone around her could be called a hero. Their every word, action, and every action were different from ordinary people.
Through the Sky-Mending Stone, Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that the sound of Chu Ying's horse's hooves was in the distance. He approached Abahai and secretly took out a small bottle from his pocket. Abahai's lips were chapped and her breathing was weak. She felt her mouth being pried open and some liquid being poured in. She hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see that Zhou Qingfeng had hidden the small bottle again. She did not have the strength to speak and could only let it be.
After about half an hour, Abahai woke up from the horse's back. She first found herself tied to the horse's back and then saw Chu Ying holding the reins and looking at the forest by the side of the mountain road.
After a while, there was a rustling sound in the forest. Zhou Qingfeng, who was riding on the puppet goat, kept jumping over the trees and rocks. His mount did not run fast, but it had an astonishing jumping ability. It could jump two to three meters high and jump through the dense bushes.
Zhou Qingfeng had also figured out an extremely special set of "goat jumping" moves, which was to use the adjacent trees and rocks to constantly jump back and forth. Such jumping allowed him to quickly advance in complex environments that ordinary people found difficult to pass through without caring about the obstacles on the ground.
"Chu Ying Baylor, the pheasant you shot." When Zhou Qingfeng returned, he was carrying a pheasant with gorgeous feathers. Chu Ying was very unhappy to see the pheasant. He snorted coldly and rode away, leaving Zhou Qingfeng and Abahai behind.
Abahai saw that there was a long arrow stuck in the pheasant, but there were two arrow wounds on the pheasant's body. Seeing that Chu Ying had gone far away, she lowered her voice and asked, "You shot it?"
Zhou Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "You taught me how to make a bow, so I naturally have to practice every day. My ears are sharp and I discovered the pheasant first. Chu Ying also saw it from the front, so the two of us pulled the bow and shot at the same time. I would rather have missed, but unfortunately, my arrow was very accurate. "
Zhou Qingfeng carried a short bow on his back. The bow arm was made of birch wood, and he had used fire to heat and bend it into the simplest shape. The bowstring was made of coarse hemp rope, and the arrows were made of very ordinary hardwood. The tail of the arrow was made of bird feathers, and the thumb ring was made of animal bones. There were many details involved, and those who didn't understand would not only fail to do it well, but would also easily get injured. Abahai taught him everything, including how to bend the bow and shoot arrows.
"You learn really fast. No wonder Chu Ying is unhappy." Abahai struggled, although she still felt weak. She said from the horse's back, "Let me go. I feel much better. What medicine did you give me just now? It worked so fast. I was dizzy and thought I was going to die. "
Zhou Qingfeng had fed her the antipyretic found in the Space-Time Oasis, and it was especially effective for Abahai. However, he pushed the blame to the herbs and only said that he had made some dandelion soup to feed Abahai. "You'd better continue lying on the horse's back. I'm worried that Chu Ying will notice something if you're too healthy."
"Don't say it if you don't want to. Don't take me for a fool." Abahai wisely kept quiet about Zhou Qingfeng's mysteriousness. She continued to maintain her sickly appearance and let Zhou Qingfeng hold the reins of her horse.
However, Abahai couldn't pretend to be dizzy even if she wanted to, because Zhou Qingfeng was jumping around on his puppet goat. He made a quiver out of wood, cut seven or eight arrows, and inserted them into the quiver. The birds and beasts along the way were instantly in trouble. As long as he found an animal, he would shoot it, and then ride the goat to retrieve the arrows and the prey.
Although Zhou Qingfeng missed most of his arrows, it couldn't stop him from shooting non-stop. In the morning, he had hunted six or seven pheasants and hares. Although they weren't big game, it was more than enough to satisfy a day's food needs.
Zhou Qingfeng also gathered rattan to weave two crude baskets and hung them on Abahai's horse. One basket was filled with game, and the other was filled with wild vegetables and fruits. The harvest was full.
When it was time to rest at noon, Chu Ying said that he wanted to go hunting, but Zhou Qingfeng took out two baskets of food and said, "Master Baylor, you can rest now."
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng's basket was filled with small game like chickens and rabbits, and that he was happy and not tired at all, Chu Ying's face didn't show any joy. He asked, "How many arrows did you shoot?"
"I don't know. When my right hand is tired, I switch to shooting with my left hand. Both hands take turns. "Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said vaguely. In fact, he had shot at least a hundred arrows. If it was an ordinary archer, they would have been so tired that they couldn't even lift their arms, but he had a special physique and recovered extremely quickly.
Chu Ying reached out and took the short bow made by Zhou Qingfeng and pulled it directly to his head with one finger. After the bow arm was bent to the extreme, the string broke and the bow broke, turning into a pile of broken pieces. Seeing that his carefully made bow was broken, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned. After trying to suppress his anger, not only was he not unhappy, but he applauded happily and said, "Master Baylor, you are so strong."
"Your bow is too soft. I'll give you a new one." Chu Ying just snorted coldly, threw down the broken short bow and said, "Since you like archery so much, I'll leave the hunting to you every day in the future. But I don't want to eat these small things. I want to eat the big ones. Wolves, wild boars, black bears, tigers, you have to get me these. "
Chu Ying really threw his own horn bow to Zhou Qingfeng, along with a quiver of heavy arrows. Zhou Qingfeng immediately knew that he had pretended to be stupid too much. He hurriedly bowed his head and said 'sincerely', "Yes, I'll go now."
Chu Ying's horn bow was a recurve bow, and the pulling force of the bowstring was far greater than the birch short bow that Zhou Qingfeng had randomly made. The arrows were also not casually cut from a wooden shaft, but an armor-piercing awl made of iron. These two things were heavy in his hands, and the current Zhou Qingfeng had no ability to use them at all. He could not even pull the string of the cowhide bow.
As for Chu Ying's abnormal behavior, Abahai actually wanted to remind Zhou Qingfeng — although there was something wrong with this big Baylor's brain, he was, after all, the eldest son raised by Nurhachi. There was no use pretending to be stupid in front of him, so it was better to be honest.
But Abahai also felt that she should teach Zhou Qingfeng a lesson. On one hand, it would suppress his momentum, so that the two of them could join forces to deal with Chu Ying. On the other hand, it would prevent him from habitually looking at others as fools. Some people were too strong, and could not be easily fooled.
Zhou Qingfeng accepted the order and left without saying anything. After he left, Chu Ying asked Abahai, "You've gotten a lot better, was it that kid who treated you?"
"That kid is the disciple of a great cultivator of the Ming Kingdom. He learned a lot of things and knows a bit about medicine. He gave me a massage and gave me some herbal medicine. I felt much better after that. "Abahai was also lying, but she was only half telling the truth. Her methods were much more brilliant.
Chu Ying silently said to himself, "That kid learns everything quickly. If used well, he will be a great general, but if not used well, he will be a scourge. I have to keep a close eye on him, lest he stab me in the back. "
Abahai did not say anything …
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