Chapter 64 Lifting the Tiger Together
Baoya was as fearless as a newborn calf and wanted to move closer to take a closer look, but Yun Chenglu held her hand tightly and refused to let go.
Jing Zhen was not afraid, of course. He walked closer, squatted down, and felt the tiger's neck: "It's dead."
Yun Chenglu: ...
He suddenly remembered the first time he took Baoya to Tiger Tooth Mountain, and the wild goat also suddenly hit a rock.
It seems that this tiger is also the work of Xiao Baoya.
Jingzhen stood aside with a frown on his face, holding the tiger's ears and looking at it over and over again.
Nan Xuan squinted his eyes and stared at the dead tiger for a while, then turned to look at Baoya. This little girl was becoming more and more interesting.
Baoya walked over and squatted next to Jingzhen, watching him turn the tiger's huge head over and over.
Curiously asked: "Brother Xiaojing, what are you doing?"
"Check the wound." Jing Zhen said.
He was very puzzled. How could the white-browed tiger, which was so full of energy just a moment ago, suddenly die the next moment?
"Did you find it?"
Jingzhen shook his head. The tiger's body was in good condition without a single wound.
Seeing that he was still looking at the tiger intently, Nan Xuan was helpless. His little disciple was sometimes too serious and stubborn.
The little girl and her silly second brother are guests. How can he let the two kids stand here waiting for him to study the dead tiger?
Now that the tiger has been caught, let's drag it back and deal with it quickly.
So he stepped forward, grabbed one of the tiger's legs, and dragged it towards the bamboo building: "Don't look at it anymore. Now that we've caught the tiger, we don't care how it died. Besides, don't we have the tiger bones that the little girl needs?"
The most important thing is that he is one step closer to bringing the little girl back as his apprentice.
Xiao Baoya also agreed with what he said.
She nodded, stood up, and then stretched out her little hand to pull Jingzhen up as well: "Little Brother Jing, let's help Brother Nan drag the tiger back."
Jing Zhen frowned slightly. He still wanted to understand why the tiger suddenly died when he saw Xiao Baoya.
But seeing that everyone wanted to go back, he nodded and went forward to help Nan Xuan carry the tiger.
Xiao Baoya was immediately happy. Big tiger, she had only seen it in paintings before!
Maybe she was too happy, she completely forgot about her own supernatural powers, walked over, picked up one of the tiger's front paws with her two little hands, and walked forward with her short legs, her steps were very relaxed.
Nan Xuan, who was pulling the other front paw with great effort, opened his mouth into an O shape, and his hand loosened, and the tiger's claw slipped out of his hand.
Jingzhen was also stunned, and Yun Chenglu, who was standing beside him, was frightened by Baoya and broke out in a cold sweat.
The three people, each with their own thoughts, stared blankly at Xiao Baoya dragging a large tiger that was almost two meters long, walking easily along the forest path towards the bamboo house.
After the shock, Jingzhen and Nanxuan came to their senses.
The two of them looked at Yun Chenglu who was sweating profusely beside them.
Yun Chenglu: ...
Why are you all looking at him?
At this moment, Baoya may have felt that the three of them were a little too quiet, and suddenly turned around to see what they were doing.
When she turned around, she saw the three of them. Two of them were pulling the tiger's hind legs, and one was pulling the tiger's tail. They were all smiling at her in unison. Even Jingzhen smiled a little.
Baoya felt like something was wrong, but she couldn't put it into words.
So he clenched his fists and encouraged a few people: "Let's lift it quickly, we'll be there soon!"
Yun Chenglu and Nan Xuan: "Okay!"
Jingzhen: "Yeah."
So, Xiao Baoya exerted some strength and the tiger was easily dragged away by her.
The three people who followed behind were just there to make some fun: ...
After returning to the courtyard, Nan Xuan originally wanted to kill the tiger, skin it and eat its meat.
But Xiao Baoya frowned as she looked at the tiger lying quietly in front of her.
Jingzhen asked her, "What's wrong with you?"
Baoya squatted down and poked the limp tiger in front of her: "Brother Xiaojing, can you please not eat it?"
"Why?" Nan Xuan and Yun Chenglu also squatted down.
"I always feel," Baoya tilted her head, "that if Mother hadn't needed tiger bones to heal her leg, she wouldn't have died. Why don't we take the bones and bury her?"
"Okay." Jingzhen had no objection.
He thought that this silly little girl had a very unique mindset. She actually felt pity for a dead tiger.
Nan Xuan and Yun Chenglu also nodded.
Nan Xuan didn't care about the food. Yun Chenglu had never eaten tiger, so he was not interested either. He just wanted to get the tiger bones to treat his third aunt's leg.
So, Nan Xuan sent Jingzhen and Baoya to the small bamboo building to sit and have some snacks, and then took Yun Chenglu to watch him remove the tiger's tibia.
But mainly I wanted to talk to him. Baoya is such an amazing little girl.
Not only does he have extraordinary strength, but he also has a unique way of thinking.
Jingzhen took Baoya for a walk around the small bamboo building, and then took her to the small hall on the first floor to have snacks.
There are all kinds of red bean cakes, red date cakes, peach blossom cakes, almond cakes, etc., all of which are exquisite little desserts.
Baoya's cheeks were bulging as she ate, and her rosy little face was covered with snack crumbs, like a little rabbit gnawing on a carrot. In no time, she had finished the whole plate of snacks.
Jingzhen found it amusing and reached out to wipe the snack residue off her face: "Do you usually eat like this?"
Baoya nodded.
If not this way, how else should we eat it?
Seeing that he was still staring at her, Baoya blinked: "Brother Xiaojing?"
Jingzhen came back to his senses and saw that the plate was empty, so he asked, "Shall I get you some more?"
Anyway, his master made a lot, and he thought it was more interesting to watch this silly little girl eat rather than eat it himself.
Baoya shook her head: "No. Brother Xiaojing, do you have paper and pen? I have learned how to write. I can write your name!"
Write a name? Jing Zhen pursed his lips. It was quite interesting to watch the silly girl write.
So he said, "Yes, you wait."
He quickly went back to his room to get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He skillfully ground the ink, moistened the brush, dipped it in ink, spread out the rice paper, and then handed the brush to Baoya.
"Write it," he said.
Baoya took the pen, subconsciously straightened her back, sat upright, and wrote every stroke very carefully.
Two large, straight, horizontal characters suddenly appeared on the snow-white rice paper: Jing Zhen.
It's actually quite nicely written, although there is a typo.
"Brother Xiaojing, how is my writing?" Baoya asked, scratching her little chin with the end of the pen.
Jingzhen nodded: "That's right, but the word 'true' is wrong."
After he finished speaking, he took the pen, wrote it for Baoya, and taught her how to write step by step.
Only then did Baoya realize that there were many different words with the same pronunciation.
The two of them wrote a long article, writing about Jingzhen, Baoya, Yun Chenglu, and Nanxuan, and finally wrote the name of every member of the Yun family.
Baoya's face was stained with ink, making her look like a little cat, and Jingzhen's fair little hands were also stained.
As the sky gradually darkened, Nan Xuan had already taken the bones from the courtyard.
He took Yun Chenglu to a place in the back mountain a little away from his vegetable garden, dug a hole, and buried the tiger.
In a lush area on the back mountain, a small mound suddenly appeared.
Nan Xuan looked at it and found it funny.
Thinking about the past twenty years of his life, he has killed countless people and his hands are covered in blood. One day he will dig a hole with his own hands to bury a tiger.
Yun Chenglu stood next to Nan Xuan and saw him smiling at the small grave where the tiger was buried. A layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.
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