Don't mention this old man's knife skills, which are quite impressive, with a hint of Pao Ding Jie Niu flavor. This wild boar was quickly cleaned up by him. The meat belongs to the meat, the head belongs to the head, what's important is that there's something good in the wild boar's belly, that is, the wild boar stomach.

  It is said that wild boar stomach has a very good health effect for people with stomach problems. Now, on the market, a piece of wild boar stomach costs at least two or three thousand yuan. That noon, they ate this thing.

  Cha Wenbin didn't stand on ceremony, and dug in to eat. He said he was going out for a stroll in the afternoon, so no one had been allowed to drink. After eating their fill, Cha Wenbin said to Old Master Shi: "Uncle Shi, these two brothers of mine are both skilled marksmen. Can we borrow your hunting rifle and give it a try? Who knows, maybe we'll even bring back some mountain chickens."

  Shitou's father was quite generous, and he went into the room to fetch two hunting guns. These guns were actually firelocks, which we in rural areas called "earth guns". The gun used black powder for loading and firing, and a skilled person could fire one shot per minute, which was already considered good. For modern warfare, this is already a primitive weapon, but in the vast countryside, especially in these mountains, it's still effective for hunting wild beasts.

  Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong each took a rifle and slung it over their shoulders. Chao Zi thought to himself, "I have the Desert Eagle at my waist, what's the point of carrying this crude thing?" They were used to playing with the 81 rifles and looked down on these crude guns from the bottom of their hearts.

  Before leaving, the old man stood at the gate of the yard and shouted: "There are many small roads in the mountain, don't take a detour, hurry back before sunset!"

  "Got it!" They started walking along the mountain ridge, one foot deep and one foot shallow. This mountain is trending northeast-southwest, which is an extension of the famous Changbai Mountain range in the northeastern border of our country.

  As the team advanced, the forest in front of them became denser and denser, with towering larch trees stretching as far as the eye could see. This was a sea of forests, but they didn't worry about getting lost. Because all the way here, except for their own footprints, no other footprints were found, so it would be fine to return along the original route.

  Zha Wenbin walked up to a small hill and took out his compass, getting a bearing. The mountains here were different from those in the south; they were connected piece by piece, stretching out endlessly in a vast white expanse dotted with pine trees.

  To find ancient things, one must start from the direction. Feng Shui is a legacy left by our ancestors. Standing on a small hill, Zha Wenbin carefully looked at the compass in his hand, constantly changing his position, but all he saw was white everywhere, with only undulating mountains, and for a moment, he really couldn't determine the direction.

  "Old Wang, do you think the snow on this mountain top will melt by summer?" Cha Wenbin suddenly said coldly.

  Old Wang stroked his chin and replied, "Although it's cold in the Northeast, it's just this season. You don't have to wait until summer, after the spring begins, the snow at the foot of the mountain will start to melt, and only on the peaks like Changbai Mountain will there be snow in the summer, here it can't last."

  Zha Wenbin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed to a valley in front of him, saying: "There may be what we need to find."

  Chaozi gazed out with all his might, but except for a vast expanse of white, he couldn't see anything special and muttered: "It's all just snow, can't tell if there's anything special about it."

  Zha Wenbin smiled and said, "The Changbai Mountains were born together with the Kunlun Mountains. The Kunlun is the source of our Huaxia Dragon Vein, so there must be a true dragon here. Otherwise, the history of the Northeast would not have given rise to the Jurchen and Qing dynasties, which ruled China for hundreds of years. If there are true dragons in the world, then there must be other dragon lairs. You see that the mountain looks flat, but it's just hidden under the snow. To find a dragon, there is only one way: climb high and jump far."

  "What did you see?" asked Old Wang.

  Cha Wenbin continued: "In Feng Shui, seeking dragon in the wilderness to determine the position of the hole is nothing more than looking at the combination of astronomical phenomena and geography. However, despite the many changes, it must have mountains and water! Flat land dragons start from high pulses, high star peaks and low holes; High mountains recognize star peaks, flat lands on both sides seek water momentum. Dragons are born from energy, energy is born from mountains, and mountains are a necessary condition for breeding dragon veins. The position I am standing now is the star peak, this is a very small dragon, the position of the dragon's head is below."

  I just asked you, will the snow here melt away? When spring arrives, this large amount of snowmelt will inevitably form a river from those two mountain passes all the way to the valley bottom. This fulfills another saying in Feng Shui: "Two waters embracing is the true dragon, branches and leaves surrounding and returning." Don't let the mountain reverse the branches and leaves dispersing, the mountain reverses and the water scatters.

  Old Wang was overjoyed after hearing this, and couldn't help but admire Cha Wenbin even more. Without him, searching for an unknown border in the vast expanse of ten million li of mountains would be no easier than finding a needle in the ocean.

  "Are we going to have to wait until spring?" Old Wang asked.

  "Pick up the snow on the ground and toss it, only to be blown away by the wind. Turn around and say: 'Go back and pack your bags, we'll head down tomorrow morning. When spring arrives and the rainwater overflows, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find a path. It's better to take advantage of the current situation and go down first to explore. Besides, you don't have any information on hand, and I only saw a dragon hole, it's hard to say if anyone has used this place before. Let's head back for now, and tonight we can visit the village and ask around to see if there have been any strange occurrences or discoveries of weird things.'"

  This time, it just so happened that they arrived just before sunset. On the rifle, there were a rabbit and a pheasant hanging separately, which were the spoils of war picked up by Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong on their way back.

  Back at Shi Tou's place, the few of them had a relaxed look on their faces, humming a tune and shouting about adding dishes for dinner. The wild boar meat that was cleaned up during the day was stewed with pickled vegetables, rabbit, pheasant and roe deer were braised in red sauce, and some were clear-stewed. Everyone ate happily, except for Heng Rou who accompanied Shi Tou to drink two bowls of wine, while others refused to drink, citing that the wine was too strong and they weren't used to it.

  The old man, as usual, drank well and then took the kerosene lamp back to his own room alone. The few of them gathered around the fire basin, roasting the fire, looking at their palms that had been roasted red, Cha Wenbin deliberately raised his voice a few degrees and said: "Why don't we go out for a walk? We're guests after all, let's visit some neighbors."

  "Alright, alright." Chaozi immediately followed with a shout. Just then, a cough was heard, and it turned out that Shi Tou had put on his cotton-padded jacket and walked out: "I drank a bit too much at night, I got up to go to the toilet to relieve myself."

  "Then you slow down, we plan to go door-to-door, get familiar with other families in the village." After finishing speaking, Cha Wenbin made a gesture of getting up, but unexpectedly Shi Tou's tone changed and he said: "It's too late, don't go out anymore. People here sleep early, don't disturb others."

  "Alright, let's get some rest early then." Zhang Wenbin gave a few people a signal with his eyes, dropped this sentence and led the way into his own room. The others followed suit, scattering to their respective rooms one by one.

  After closing the door, without waiting for Wen Bin's instructions, the two scouts stuck one to the door and one to the corner of the wall, listening carefully for half a day to confirm that Shi Tou had gone back to sleep before quietly returning to the kang: "He's asleep, do we want to slip out?"

  What is Zhang Wenbin doing now? He laid out a layer of talismans, Old Wang was helping him grind the cinnabar, and after brushing a few strokes with the brush, he handed one to each of them, telling them to stick the talismans in their bosoms. Then he said: "First, each of you hold on tight, I'm going to tell you something very serious. Right now, there is only one living person in the entire village."

  "A living person? What does it mean?" Old Wang asked.

  "Only I am a living person!" said Cha Wenbin, waving the talisman in his hand.

  Old Wang listened to this and felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he said: "Wen Bin, you haven't had a drink, have you? Why are you starting to talk nonsense?"

  Zha Wenbin took out the things from the package and handed out a few more packages of black dog blood: "I didn't cheat you, from now on, all of you are dead men. This talisman is called a substitute talisman, it can cover up your yang energy for three hours, in the eyes of ghosts and spirits, you are one of them."

  "Isn't there still Shi Tou Ye?" Chao Zi asked in confusion, because Cha Wenbin said that the entire village had only one living person.

  " Him?" Zhang Wenbin sneered, "Is there a difference between a living dead man and a ghost? You tell me, old man?" Suddenly, the Seven Star Sword in Zhang Wenbin's hand flashed with light, and a packet of black dog blood was thrown up, exploding instantly. Before anyone could react, the sword had already pierced through the wall. This wall was made of mud mixed with straw, and on the other side was Shi Tou's room. A loud cry of "Ah!" was heard, and Zhang Wenbin rushed towards the adjacent room. Except for a large pool of blood on the bed, there was no sign of the old man...

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