"What happened? You obviously didn't shoot!"

Zhou Yidian's words were very ambiguous in a hurry.

But the fact is just as he said, Zhao Yulin's arrow was on the edge of the bow and between his fingertips.

"I thought it was a living being and didn't want to kill it, but unfortunately it still couldn't escape death."

Zhao Yulin said indifferently. He didn't pity the life that disappeared, but he didn't kill it but was killed by others in the end. The feeling in his heart was a little strange.

"Let's go and take a look?"

Chen Siyao suggested, and he had already taken a step and went in the direction of the brown bear, and everyone followed.

It was a long distance, and they walked step by step for five minutes, and came to the place where the bear was lying. The brown bear howled until now, and it seemed to be dead.

A wooden arrow was stuck between the bear's left forelimb and upper abdomen, roughly estimated to be six or seven centimeters deep in the flesh. The wound was tight, and very little blood flowed out of the arrow hole. Those

who could do this were naturally masters among archers.

The arrow was made of the same material as the wooden arrow carried by Zhao Yulin, and when the bear was running on all fours, the arrow was shot at a position similar to the human armpit. This arrow obviously deflected. Wind

-chasing arrow.

There are seven people in China who know this kind of archery. Old Man Feng plays cards and gambles every day in Longdong Village. The eldest senior brother has passed away, and the whereabouts of the other three senior brothers are unknown. Zhao Yulin's arrow is in his hand, so it is self-evident who shot this arrow.

"Uncle Master, I wanted to give you a farewell gift, why did you kill it and hurt its life?"

Zhao Yulin raised his head and shouted loudly amid the sound of wind and grass.

"Don't call me uncle master!" Another voice came back from the wind, but there was a voice but no one was there.

Zhou Yidian and the girls looked around in confusion, looking for the source of the voice, but they couldn't find it in the empty field.

"My uncle master is best at doing some tricks that you can't see." Zhao Yulin reminded them in a low voice, and then moved to the side in a flash.

He bent his elbow and raised his right hand, and the palm that was originally going to pat his shoulder patted his hand.

"Bullshit! What kind of trick is that? This is Qimen Dunjia! The most profound and extensive inheritance of China!" The owner of the hand that patted him was like a ghost. He was invisible a hundred meters away just now, but now he was very close to everyone. He was wearing a shabby Bagua robe full of patches and stood behind Zhao Yulin.

No matter how high or low the other Taoists looked, at least they looked like immortals on the surface, and they all held a whisk in their hands. But this old Taoist, with the gesture of holding a whisk, had an ox horn bow lying in his arm, which was thicker and wider than the ox horn in Zhao Yulin's hand.

The temperament flowing from the whole person can be summed up in four words: inappropriate.

"Besides, I've told you ten thousand times not to call me uncle master, I'm not your uncle master!" The old Taoist seemed to be particularly concerned about this.

The old man who appeared like a ghost scared Zhou Yidian and the girls. Chen Siyao pulled Sun Leling, Zhou Caifeng brought her brother, and they all hid far away, looking at the old

Taoist priest with lingering fear. Zhao Yulin introduced: "This is my friend, he is a fellow apprentice of my master, just call him Qiu Qianxie."

The old Taoist priest looked at his nephew's companions and his eyes lit up. He drooled and said with a smile: "Xiao Linzi, I love you for a reason. You know that I have been living in seclusion for many years and have not tasted rain, but you still brought such a beautiful girl to see me. Not bad." Zhao Yulin

looked embarrassed, pulled Zhou Caifeng and Sun Leling into his arms, and said: "Old man, these two are not okay. They are my girlfriends."

“Understood, understood!”

The smile on the old Taoist’s face was like a chrysanthemum in winter, withered and dying, but still brilliant. He moved like a ghost again, without moving his feet, and floated in front of Chen Siyao, the only one who was isolated. He grinned with his missing front teeth and said softly: “I am Qiu Baima, the autumn of winter cordyceps and summer grass, the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and white, the horse of cattle and sheep seen when the wind blows the grass low. I haven’t asked for your name, young lady?”

Zhou Yi got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, but he was also righteous. He rushed to Chen Siyao, opened his arms to separate the two of them, and said with courage: “This, this is not allowed, this is my girlfriend!”

"Get out of the way!"

The Taoist priest Bai Ma slapped the youngest son of the Zhou family and sent him flying. The latter flew seven or eight meters before landing like a small stone thrown out. "You haven't even grown all your hair yet and you're trying to be a hero and save a beautiful girl. You and this girl don't look like a couple at all. How can you scare a half-immortal like me?"

Zhou Caifeng was immediately anxious. A normal person would be seriously injured if he flew six or seven meters and fell to the ground. Zhao Yulin put force on her shoulder and signaled her with his eyes to be patient.

Zhou got up at once and was surprised to find that he didn't even feel any pain. He shouted to Zhou Caifeng, "Sister, I'm fine!"

Zhou Caifeng was relieved and then looked at Zhao Yulin again, looking very charming.

Zhao Yulin understood what she meant and shouted, "Old man, that girl and that boy are not a pair. You can pursue them boldly. Free love is popular these days." The

Taoist priest Bai Ma stared at the panicked Chen Siyao with beautiful eyes, rubbing his hands and laughing, "Girl, I see that you are restless and your spirit is in a trance. You must be frightened and hurt. How about this? I have some Taoist skills. I will give you artificial respiration to help you breathe smoothly?"

Chen Siyao retreated step by step. After all, she was a virgin. If she was really kissed by this old man, she would rather die.

She wanted to ask Zhao Yulin for help. It seemed that as long as Zhao Yulin said that she was also his girlfriend, she should be able to escape the clutches of this old man.

The problem was that she couldn't let go of her pride, so she looked at Zhao Yulin with a very complicated look.

"Oh! The daughter of the Chen family outside the pass is married to you, the first iron-fisted man in China. It is really a good story. Such a marriage is good, really good!" Zhao Yulin seemed to sigh sincerely.

The white horse Taoist suddenly stopped his urgent steps, turned around and asked: "Chen family outside the pass, which Chen family?"

"Which Chen family can it be? The Chen family of Chen Jianao!" Zhao Yulin said with a shrug.

The Taoist priest Bai Ma's expression gradually became strange. He turned around and asked Chen Siyao: "Who is Chen Jianao to you?"

"My grandpa."

Chen Siyao answered weakly. Her usually fiery personality was naturally suppressed in front of this sloppy old man, and she couldn't show it at all.

Although she didn't understand when Zhao Yulin knew her identity, looking at the expression of the old Taoist priest, the only solution now was to move out of the Chen family.

But Zhao Yulin had praised this uncle so much before. She didn't have confidence that such a big Chen family could suppress this wild man in the mountains.

"Chen Jianao is your grandpa~"

The Taoist Bai Ma smacked his lips, as if savoring the words and thinking about something. After a moment, he asked, "What's your father's name?"

"My father is Chen Jidao," Chen Siyao said, with the sign of being led into the old-fashioned language.

After hearing this, the Taoist Bai Ma's face remained silent, and his eyes were more complicated than the one Chen Siyao gave Zhao Yulin just now. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Then your mother's name is Qin Luoyao."

...

...

Zhao Yulin was a little confused.

Whether Qiu Bai Ma's words about Qin Luoyao were a question or a statement, at least it showed that he knew Chen Siyao's mother, and his deep expression showed that the fact was not as simple as knowing her.

"Siyao's mother died of complications during childbirth, so she is called this name, but how did your uncle know Aunt Qin?" Sun Leling whispered in Zhao Yulin's arms.

They are close friends, so it is not strange to talk about these things. What is strange is that Chen Siyao is now 23 years old, and her deceased mother passed away 23 years ago. How did Qiu Baima know?

Zhao Yulin calculated the age. His uncle is in his 60s. Normally, Chen Siyao's mother is at most 40. There is a generation difference between them. It is impossible that they had a love affair regardless of age, right?

That would be too ridiculous!

"Yes, you know my mother?" The panic on Chen Siyao's pretty face disappeared, replaced by confusion and curiosity.

Twenty years is enough for many changes to happen. Canghai has not changed, but Baiyun Canggou, even in her hometown outside the Great Wall, she can only see a few of her mother's friends. Unexpectedly, in this remote place in Qing Province, she met her mother's old friend.

The Taoist priest Baima did not answer Chen Siyao's doubts. He put his hands behind his back and lowered his head, sighing: "Life is unpredictable, what a coincidence~"

After sighing, he turned his back and walked towards the direction of Hualong Valley, only letting Zhao Yulin drag the bear back, and said nothing more.

The back figure was a little thin, like an ordinary old man whose clothes were too fat and whose body was too small to support the material. He was bound to be lonely, with the vicissitudes of life engraved in the years. The young people standing there naturally could not understand the extra sadness in the atmosphere. They only knew that they were sad no matter how they looked at it.

Zhao Yulin didn't understand it either. After all, he was not Weiwei. He was not so advanced as to be able to read people's minds. No matter how well he understood people's hearts, he was still too young.

Some traces can never be left and felt without going through the thorns of decades.

He handed the ox-horn bow to Zhou Yidian, bent down and grabbed the brown bear's fur, and brazenly carried the pile of corpses that were twice his size on his back, and led everyone back to Hualong Valley.

After hunting such a big prey, the way home should be brisk and full of laughter, but unfortunately, everyone kept quiet along the way, and their steps were regular and dull.

A farce of an old hooligan molesting a young girl has evolved into this scene that I don't know how to name. The plot development is really weird and absurd, which makes people suspicious.

Back at the mountain pass at the top of Hualong Valley, the Taoist priest Baima was sitting by the lake, sharpening his knife by the lake water. When he saw a group of young people coming back, he shouted to Zhao Yulin, "Xiao Linzi, throw the beast over here. I'll kill it tonight and make a big meal for you guys."

Zhao Yulin looked at the Taoist priest who seemed to have recovered as usual, asked Zhou Yidian and the girl to step back, then suddenly exerted force with his waist, jumped up two meters high, and threw the obviously heavy brown bear out with both hands.

The distance from the top of the valley to the edge of Jinghu Lake is not short. Most people may not be able to throw a stone that far, but Zhao Yulin threw a bear weighing several hundred kilograms over.

The girls seemed to see a magic they had never seen before, their eyes wide open. Zhou Yidian was dumbfounded, holding his hands in front of his chest, clapping his hands at a very fast frequency.

The Taoist priest got off the bench, raised his hands high, and caught the huge object with ease. He put it on the ground, took out the sharpened knife, and began to cut it open.