Ghost Gate Heavenly Master

Chapter 17: Giant Veined Dragonfly-2

The young master came up with a trick when he couldn't live any longer! In the past, all bird cannons were fore-bore loaded and could only fire one shot. This is also a front-loading gun, but it can shoot two shots and has a long range. That person said, the family is rich again, the gun is said to buy it? The old time during the collusion between the government and business, there is no thing that can not be done, get a gun is not easy? So the young master led a group of friends from time to time to go out hunting, not to mention, this kid really has a few aura, plus a long time to practice long familiar, marksmanship really called an accurate. Especially good at hunting rabbits, the wilderness rabbits are let him hit all, not to say that the rabbits are afraid of him, the rabbits see him are shivering. After his family fell down, he was so poor that he had to pawn everything he could, except for this bird cannon, which he did not want to sell. If he shot two rabbits, he could keep one and sell it for a few bucks to buy wine and food, while leaving the other one to be skinned and eaten, and the rabbit skin could also be sold for a share of the money. The good thing was that he was a bachelor, and his whole family was not hungry after he had eaten, so with his bird cannon, it was not a problem for him to eat and drink. But he had used a lot of money, and he could not live, so he could sell a few bucks by hunting roe deer and rabbits, which was like eating a bubble tea to him. After all, hunting depends on the sky to eat, there are often times when you can not hit something, then you have to starve.

The story goes that one day, the Chongyang Festival is near, the wind is high and the grass is dry, it is a good time to shoot hunting. The young master, as usual, crawled out of the nest at sunrise, his stomach was empty, and he was so hungry that his heart was on his back. The mountain he went up is commonly known as Mouse Ridge! Foreigners who do not know the name of this place will usually think: since it is called Mouse Ridge, there are many rats, or else the mountain is shaped like a giant rat. In fact, in the olden days, there were often tomb raiders in Mouse Hill. Tomb robbers steal graves and dig holes, often called earth rats. To do this business, it is best to be father and son brothers, or at least the same clan, so as not to see the money stabbed in the back. It is said that in this mountain range there is an ancient tomb, it is not possible to say which dynasty which generation of the tomb, in any case is a large tomb, attracted a lot of earth rats, I do not know how many holes dug in this ridge, over time will be hollowed out the mountain range, the tomb of the burial goods have been stolen, so the locals will be called this mountain rat ridge.

The young master in the ridge turned half a day, did not see half a bird and beast, thought to be empty-handed again, but at this time, his uncomfortable stomach screwed up, had to go into the barren grass, unbuckle the pants to transcend the five grain reincarnation. In those days there was not so much sophistication, the rich with silk wipe, inferior with straw paper, the poor with a branch scraped twice, or in the corner of a rub, how can deal with. And the young master, has been poor to this point, poor preoccupations are still a lot, busy from the pocket to pull out a few sheets of straw paper, but see his "feet on the banks of the Yellow River, holding secret documents, machine gun fire in front, behind the artillery fire", in the wilderness of the mountains put this a big mao, suddenly bored on the heart, open up and sing "Sigh five shifts". As the saying goes, "women worry about shopping, men worry about singing", in the past, the old man easily do not sing, for a good reason suddenly open up to sing two lines, it is because the heart has a sadness and bitterness can not say. The young master he also worried, think about the previous clothes to stretch hands and rice to open mouth, what life? And now fell to such a bleak situation, the family side "four broken bowls three empty, one loaded with the northwest wind", all year round, eat the last meal without the next, when will have a head start?

Not afraid of being rich after being poor, only afraid of being rich after being poor, mixed up in this way, it is better to pull a hair in the crotch hang to die! The young master sighed a bit, and thought that it is useless to worry, faint when not dead, why not go to the bottom of a large household, deal with a few pieces of silver, find a good smoke two, that is the real thing! The thought of smoking, his bones are itchy, the past rich time, in the smokehouse has its own private room, regardless of whether he goes, no one else can use, for years and years this room to him alone, smoking gun, cream, teapot, tea bowl, even the bed on the cover is his special, a single have the most beautiful little maid in the smokehouse wait, to him to light cigarettes and pour water, but also play pipa and sing a little song. The young master reclined so a smoke, swallowing clouds and exhaling fog, like intoxication, that is what day? The gods in the sky are just like this. He was squatting here to commit a big cigarette addiction, suddenly heard a "rustling" in the bushes in front of a strange sound.

When the hunter saw the grass moving, his eyes immediately stood up! He couldn't care less about his pants, he plucked the grass with one hand and carried the bird cannon with the other, quietly peeked out his head and took a look ahead, but saw a small fox, burrowing out of the grass, almost hitting the muzzle of his gun. The young master was surprised and happy, often hunting in the mouse ridge, but had not seen a few foxes, fox skin than rabbit skin is worth a lot of money! The most difficult to fight is also the fox, because the fox is cunning, far away will be aware of people coming, and so you go to the ridge foxes have been hiding, the set of digging traps are useless, the fox easily will not fall for it. Even if you catch up with your luck, it is not good to hit the foxes in the near, once the fight is not good to hit the flowers, the fox skin is not worth the money.

The opportunity was too good to miss, and the young master had no time to think about it, but said "Good" in his heart! He picked up his double-barreled cannon and aimed it at the fox's eyes, and with a snap of his fingers, he was about to embrace the fire. Why do you want to hit the eyes? Only hunters with sufficient accuracy do so, and the jargon is called "piercing the eyes", the bullets are shot into the eyes and out of the eyes, and no damage is done to the fur. At this point, someone suddenly called out from the side: "Don't hit!" The young master is there to concentrate on the fox, cold heard such a sentence, straight scared his pants fell to the ground d**k flying, hurriedly turned his head to see. The original is an old man, goatee white face, sixty years old, hair and beard are white, look at the face but there are no folds, but really have a few "crane-haired boy" meaning, wearing a gray robe, do not know when to stand behind the young master, not even half a movement. The young master snapped, "Don't make trouble, I'm hunting here!" The old man said to the young master: "Do not fight, you see how poor it is." While speaking raised his hand to the front of a finger, the young master and twisted his face so look, the fox did not run, the hind legs kneeling on the ground, the two front paws up, is bowing to him. He was stunned on the spot, can not make a sound, suddenly remembered that the pants have not been mentioned, and hurriedly lowered his head to mention the pants, and then a look up, the fox has disappeared. The young master was angry, but can not be angry, complaining about the old man to do this: "fox poor, I do not poor? Today let it run away, I will have no food!" 2

The old man smiled faintly and said: "You can't die of hunger, you hit it ......" and raised his hand to point. The young master followed the direction of the old man's finger and saw two chickens in the grass, so he raised his cannon to fire. The bird cannon is a two shot, "bang bang" two shots, shot down two mountain chicken. With this, he would not worry about not being able to eat today. He put the cannon on his back, carried a chicken in one hand, thanked the old man, and went down the mountain with a humming mountain song. A chicken sold for money, in exchange for half a catty of sorghum roast, another chicken cooked with yellow mud, flip open the cheeks to eat and drink, to relieve fullness and cravings, so deal with the past day. Since then, he is still hunting in the mountains, sometimes hitting things, sometimes not hitting things. Strangely enough, as long as he could not hit something, the old man would come out and point out the young master, either to the east or to the west. The young master followed the old man's instructions and was able to hit the prey every time. He can say to the old man is convinced outside with admiration, thought the old man is also doing this business, is in the area of the mountains hunting old hunters. Ask the old man what his surname is called, the old man also did not say, the young master had to be called by the grandfather.

One day, the young master again on the "Mouse Ridge" hunting, turned a whole day, nothing was hit, and did not see the old man, the young master wondered: "How the old man did not come? A day without seeing him, but also strange miss him!" Without the old man's guidance, the young master will inevitably return empty-handed, hungry for a day, the day after, still no sign of the old man. He did not even hit a rabbit hair, the heart can be a little anxious. After two days of starvation, he was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, and he was carrying a bird cannon and bumping around the ridge, when he looked up and saw the old man in front of him! He hurriedly ran over and made a bow: "Master, where am I going to fight today?"

The old man instructed him to hit two rabbits and asked him again, "Do you still dare to hit?"

The eldest young master said, "What do I not dare to fight? As long as it's what you say, Grand Master, there's nothing I dare not fight!"

The old man said, "Master, I'll tell you the truth, I found you, one is to see you good marksmanship, two is your family's eight hard enough. If you listen to me, you can eat and drink without any worries in the future."