Chapter 1 Half a Mountain
"The wilderness is yellow, the red flow is desolate, and half of the mountain tigers eat deer." It was the annual golden autumn again, and the deer group on half of the mountain went out on a large scale, in order to raise a fat body before the cold and long winter, so as to spend the wild winter that all ordinary beasts and low-level monsters are afraid of.
Half a mountain is located on the edge of Mangyuan, and to the north is the Tianling Mountains stretching for tens of millions of miles. It is the paradise of top monsters and tens of millions of miles of spiritual veins. I don't know how many powerful and horrible monsters are hidden. The legend hides in the deepest part of the existence that is enough to destroy the world. Of course, this is just a legend circulating in Mangyuan. There is no From the research, there are countless top martial artists every year. Groups of them enter the forest on the edge of Tianling and hunt low-level monsters. Most of them will never return. The tired white bones tell the horror here. Many monsters are not talkative characters, and they are also lucky to come back. The rich rewards they brought back make more Many warriors rushed to the place of death like moths.
Because it is located on the edge of Tianling, half of the mountain also has a trace of mystery. The whole mountain is not high, but it is extremely vast. There are towering giant trees on the mountain. The most peculiar thing is that the other side of the mountain is not a gentle mountain, but a straight cliff, as smooth as a knife. The whole mountain is like The Buddha was cut in half with a knife. It is said that this is the battlefield of the fairy and demon war thousands of years ago. The half lost by half of the mountain was when the monster invaded the wilderness. When the top immortals of human beings fought with the giant demons, they cut it off with a sword and abruptly cut the huge mountain in half, and at the same time deterred it. The demons made them retreat to the depths of Tianling.
But this sword also cut off the original half of the mountain spiritual vein. The aura is gone, and gradually the low-level monsters are also reduced. Although this place is not suitable for the cultivation of monsters, it is a paradise for ordinary beasts. The increase of creatures has also attracted many low-level monsters who have not been separated from the need for blood and food to wander here. The desire.
Immortals are the honorific titles of ordinary people in the whole Tianfu mainland for those monks. In the eyes of ordinary people, these people are omnipotent. Everyone is afraid, and the demon beasts are raging. In the eyes of the immortals, it is basically their own back garden. Many people once saw the immortals step on the sword light and enter the forest full of monsters. Of course, what ordinary people don't know is that the so-called immortals in their eyes dare not go too deep into this terrible area.
On the mountainside of half of the mountain, there is a flat and dense grassland, surrounded by four dense forests. On the green grass, a group of roe deer are eating. Two adult strong deer roe roe are wandering around the periphery. From time to time, they can't help but lower their heads to take a quick bite, but then they quickly raise their heads and support them. The long ears vigilantly observed the surrounding dense forest.
Seeing a sentry deer looking at this, Gan Ping couldn't help holding his breath and didn't dare to move his head. He looked at his father beside him. His father was lying on the ground like himself. His strong hand was holding a hunting fork, and the sharp iron fork flashed with cold light. At this time, there was a roe deer in the group slowly coming to the outer circle. It was a newly adult roe deer with a large amount of food. A group of roe deer were carefully squeezed into a small piece of grass. He had not eaten half full yet. Looking at the lush green grass in the outer circle, he couldn't help but walk towards the outer circle and greedily nibbled at the grass. Slowly approaching the direction of Gan Ping and his son. Fifty steps, forty steps and thirty steps have reached the range that can be hunted. If you get closer, you will be more sure.
Gan Ping looked at his father nervously. His father's big hand had been exposed and he held the fork rod tightly. At this time, the grass-eating deer seemed to have found danger and suddenly raised his head. The strong guard in the distance also saw the reckless guy breaking away from his partner and was shouting loudly. Calling for it to go back, the deer from the group looked at the grass on the ground reluctantly and was about to turn around. Suddenly, a burly figure in the distance bounced up from the ground, and a silver streamer flew to it. Seeing that the deer meant to leave, Gan Ningcheng jumped up directly and hunted fork. Flying to the prey, the hunting fork passed through the roe's neck and nailed it to the ground. The rest of the yellow wood's fork trembled, making a buzzing sound.
After the shock of this hunting fork, the deer group dispersed and ran towards the opposite forest. They were timid, and their only advantage was that they could run very fast. If there was no such advantage, they could not survive in this forest at all. A cheerful cry sounded, and a small figure was seen in Ganning. Cheng jumped up and ran quickly to the roe deer who was nailed to the ground. The deer had died. The little figure ran to it and reached out to pull out the hunting fork on the deer's body, but he couldn't pull it out after using all his strength.
Gan Ningcheng walked to his son who was competing with the hunting fork with a smile, stretched out a hand and gently pulled out the hunting fork. Xiao Gan Ning looked at his father's strong arms enviously and couldn't help saying, "Dad is so awesome!" Gan Ning squatted down lovingly, wiped the little face stained with grass leaves, and said, "I'll make soup for you tonight." Really? Great, Dad's soup is the best. Looking at his son's happy little face, Gan Ningcheng's heart was sour for a while, which made the motherless child bitter. He bent down, picked up the roe deer with solidified blood, and carried it on his shoulder. More than 100 catties of deer were carried by him effortlessly, and strode towards the other side of the forest. Xiao Ganping hurriedly followed his father, grabbed the hunting fork in his father's hand, staggered like his father, and walked home.
Returning to the wooden house where the father and son lived, Gan Ningcheng put the deer son outside the house, put the hunting fork, and then took the prey to the river in the distance to clean it up. Returning to the wooden house, he saw Xiao Ganping holding a book and shaking his head and reading it. It was a book for children's enlightenment. It was originally a nine-year-year-old year of Ganping. Age is no longer suitable for reading these, but who let father and son live in the mountains? Only these books were brought by the goodsmen from outside.
Xiao Ganping shook his head while reading. This is what he heard from his father and the masters outside when they read, but what he can't understand is that he can still read the words in the book by shaking his head like this? Fortunately, he has memorized all the books in his hand, and it doesn't matter whether he read it or not.
In fact, this book is not his favorite. Gan Ping's favorite is the Tianfu Zhi, which is a book about the Tianfu mainland outside. It is thin, but it records a lot of the customs of the Tianfu mainland. For Gan Ping, who has never walked out of the mountains, this thin and simple booklet is His dream.
While cooking broth, Gan Ningcheng looked at his head-shaking son, couldn't help sighing in his heart that his son was nine years old and very smart. So he could only delay him in the mountains. In another year, when the family's limelight passed, he would take him back. He couldn't delay the child. Son, otherwise it's good to find another place. You can't let him stay in this mountain forest all his life. Thinking of this, he secretly made up his mind.
The fragrance came from the pot full of broth. Xiao Ganping smelled the fragrance and threw the book aside, ran to his father's side, and looked at the soup pot eagerly. Looking at his son's salivation, Gan Ningcheng couldn't help wiping his little head with a smile and scolded, "Bad boy."
At this moment, a huge roar came from the other side of the mountain, as if some monster roared angrily. The father and son suddenly felt the shaking of the mountain. Gan Ningcheng's face changed greatly, and he didn't care that the soup pot was about to lean down in the vibration. He jumped up, reached out to put down the skylight on the roof, and then closed the door and windows. Death, these rabbits rose and fell, showing his extraordinary skills. When he returned to Xiao Ganping, he was already holding the fork tightly in his hand. At this time, the room was already dark, and only the charcoal fire in the stove emitted a slight red light. Xiao Ganping was frightened by the roar just now. Although he was very smart, he was only nine years old after all. He grasped the corners of his father's clothes tightly, and his heart calmed down a little.
Gan Ningcheng quietly walked to the closed door, pulled open a piece of wood, and looked out. The wooden house where the father and son lived was made of huge wood, which was solid. After the doors and windows were locked, some low-level monsters could not break in. Of course, it was also because the wisdom of these low-level monsters was so low that they searched for other prey when they couldn't find the target. Relying on this solid wooden house, the father and son avoided the danger many times.
Gan Ningcheng nervously looked outside through the observation mouth on the door. He knew that it must be a big battle this time. He has lived on this half a mountain for more than ten years. He also knew something. In the back mountain of half a mountain, there lived a powerful monster, although many people said that the most powerful monster was driven into the sky by the immortals. Deep in the mountains, but Gan Ningcheng is convinced of the horror of this monster in the back mountain. Perhaps for those high-ranking immortals, this is just a small monster, but in his heart, this is a nightmare. Nine years ago, after a loud roar, he and his pregnant wife met a terrible beast tide, among which With a low-level monster between him, his wife was seriously injured and passed away. After giving birth to Xiao Ganping, he let go. What will happen this time? Thinking of this, Gan Ningcheng's hand holding the fork rod sweated.
Strangely, this time, the beast that did not panic fled in private. After a long time, it was still quiet outside, which made Gan Ningcheng have a trace of doubt? Did you make a mistake in your own estimation? Just as he was uneasy, a fishy wind blew in front of the door of the wooden house. Gan Ningcheng couldn't scream and was thinking of pulling the cellar behind Xiao Ganping Road to hide.
A gust of wind blew, with a pungent smell. The solid wooden house was hit by three golden lights. The golden light cut the solid wooden house into several sections like knives and axes, and the whole roof was lifted up, revealing the father and son hiding in it.
Xiao Ganping has been trembling with fear. He hugged his father tightly and did not dare to let go. At this time, a huge figure appeared in front of the father and son. Gan Ningcheng was shocked even if he had been prepared for it. Yun Conglong, Feng from the tiger, from the fishy madness just now. In the wind, he felt that it was probably a tiger demon. He didn't expect that the tiger demon was so huge and ferocious. The tiger demon in front of him was two feet long, and the iron whip-like tail was shaking. The huge tiger's head, the two copper bells were shining cold light out of their big eyes, and the two sharp tiger teeth in his mouth were exposed outside, which was even more ferocious and the size of a spool. The claws are like iron hooks, and there is no doubt that they can easily tear up the father and son in front of them.
Gan Ningcheng looked at the ferocious tiger demon, clenched the hunting fork in his hand, and sighed in his heart. It seemed that his father and son were going to die here. Thinking of this, he pushed his son behind him and shouted, "Ping'er, run." As for whether this little child can run out of this dangerous forest, he can't take care of it. He can resist for another moment.
But at this time, the tiger demon opposite did not jump up, but squatted there and looked at the father and son with great interest. Gan Ningcheng seemed to have an illusion. The tiger demon opposite seemed to be looking at himself jokingly. He couldn't help but feel a little panicked. What does this tiger demon want to do? While he was thinking nonsense, he felt something jump on his lap. He looked down and saw that his son, who had been pushed out, ran back and was holding his thighs tightly. I think so, nine-year-old child, where did you let him run?
Gan Ning looked at the tiger demon squatting in the distance and couldn't help despair in his heart. It seemed that my father and son were destined to die here. Thinking of this, he couldn't help clenching his weapon again. Come on, even if he died, he would protect Ping'er first. Gan Ningcheng's martial arts comes from the family. When put it in the secular world, it is also a top figure. Together with this desperate heart, even low-level monsters can't be underestimated. There are no three points. How dare they live in this half mountain for so many years? This hunting fork in his hand is made of yellow wood. Yellow wood is the only known in the world. Taoist can be the wood that can be used as a spiritual soldier.
Spiritual soldiers are the name of some weapons in Tianfu mainland that can cause great damage to people or monsters. They are made of various strange materials. This yellow wood is the simplest of them. To make yellow wood into a weapon, and then use it to kill creatures, the yellow wood will naturally absorb the blood of the beheaded person. Qi, condensed into resentment, and finally became a spiritual soldier material. Finally, it uses rare ores such as thousand-year-old iron to create a sharp gunhead. Such a weapon is extremely harmful to the body of people or monsters. In the secular world, such a weapon is a treasure that countless warriors dream of. With such a weapon, the combat effectiveness will immediately improve several sections. Especially for monsters, it is a great deterrent.
Gan Ningcheng has a yellow wood hunting fork in his hand. It has been used for nearly 5 years and is about to achieve great aura. If you take it down the mountain and use such a spiritual wood, it is still easy to exchange for thousands of taels of silver. This is also where he wants to take Gan Ping down the mountain. Such a piece of spiritual wood, coupled with the treasures accumulated over the years. Your medicinal herbs are enough for the father and son to spend the rest of their lives.
But if you want to have a good life, you have to get through the level in front of you first. Gan Ningcheng worked hard together and immediately became bold. The demon tiger couldn't help flashing its eyes. It was not those ignorant bottom monsters. When it saw blood and food, it rushed to it desperately. At this level, the monster already had some wisdom and did not want to fight with Gan Ningcheng. Although the yellow wood was only a semi-finished product, the fork on it was also made of iron, but in the eyes of the demon tiger, it was You can see that the whole hunting fork is full of evil spirit and gray. Even if your strong body is touched, it will not be good.
Thinking of this, the demon tiger roared in a low voice, and a demon wind swirled around him. A black gas came out of the ground and turned into a human form in a blink of an eye. Gan Ningcheng was shocked, fixed his eyes, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Ghost?" The black human form in front of him was pale, his face was stained with blood, his clothes were ragged, and there were countless wounds on his body. His intestines had been rotten for a long time. The long nails on his two dry hands were extremely dark, but a pair of eyes were blood red, staring at the father and son in front of him.
It is the ghost. This is a kind of talent magic power of the tiger demon. The evil person killed by the tiger demon will be transformed into a ghost by the demon and brought by the tiger for dispatch. Such a ghost must be a villain before he is alive. He does all kinds of evil, which is in line with the fierce mind of the demon tiger. The tiger is also one of the spirit beasts of heaven and earth. He is born to observe evil spirits and distinguish between good and evil. This is even more so when he meets a demon tiger who has practiced for hundreds of years. When he encounters an evil person who is haunted with evil spirit, he must be tortured to death. Such resentment is enough, and then put it When he died, he turned into a ghost and tortured from time to time. When such a ghost sees a stranger, he must be jealous and never die.
The ghost stood in front of the father and son in a daze. His eyes flashed and he didn't know what he was thinking. He smelled the tiger demon roared and rushed forward. A sharp claw had reached Gan Ningcheng's chest. Gan Ningcheng hurriedly raised the hunting fork, and then stabbed it. It hit the ghost's chest, but he saw you. The ghost didn't realize it, and another sharp claw waved over, and Gan Ningcheng hurriedly withdrew the hunting fork to block the attack of the ghost claw.
After thinking about it, I realized that the ghost is an invisible substance, and ordinary things can't be hurt at all. Only the fork rod of the hunting fork in the hand is a semi-finished spiritual soldier, which can resist one or two. The fork made of iron can't help the ghost in front of him. Thinking of this, Gan Ningcheng regarded this hunting fork as a whistle, split, sweep, jump, pick, stop, point and poke. As soon as he came, he fought with this ghost, and Gan Ning had already avoided it far away. Looking at his father fighting with this ghost, Gan Ningcheng became more and more anxious in his heart. There was also a tiger demon next to him. It seemed that he would not do it until he had the strength to do it. It didn't matter if he died. He felt sorry for his son.
How can you be distracted when you fight for life and death? The tiger demon looked cheap, the tiger claws bounced, and a golden wind flew to Gan Ningcheng's chest. Gan Ningcheng hurriedly dodged in shock. The golden wind blew through his arm and took away a large amount of flesh and blood. Under the pain, he couldn't help loosening his hand and was slightly. He was hit by the fork by the ghost fiercely. The hunting fork turned down in the air, obliquely. Inserting into the soil, Gan Ningcheng was also hit by this huge force and fell to the ground, his face like dead ashes. The ghost smiled ferociously and rushed to Gan Ningcheng. His dark claws suddenly took out his chest and abdomen and wanted to cut his heart alive.