Chapter 14 Monster

The fluttering snow foam fell in the boundless wilderness, adding a touch of snow-white coat to the Ma family in winter. The faint cooking smoke slowly rose, and another morning came.

Gan Ping looked at the snowflakes outside the window, as if he had thought of something, and couldn't help sighing. After several days in a row, Huo'er hadn't woken up, but Gan Ping was not very anxious. He knew that the longer it took, the better it would be for Huo'er's blood to wake up. Mr. Zhang was only a little surprised when he saw that Huoer couldn't wake up, but he also knew that this kind of strange beast could not be reasonable. It's just that it's getting worse and worse in recent days, which makes Gan Ping a little uneasy.

On that day, the evil ghost attached to the little ring rushed to Gan Ping like a moth, but it was refined clean by his extreme yang soul, and there was no residual soul left. This couldn't help but make everyone present stunned. Although it was not clear what was going on, the evil spirit could no longer harm the village, but it was also a A happy event.

After this incident spread, the reputation of the master and apprentice spread in the village. Mr. Zhang angrily scolded the evil spirits and was righteous. Xiao Ganping was not afraid of danger. He was full of righteousness and defeated the ghosts. A variety of versions circulated among each other in the village. The honest and simple villagers actually gossiped like this, which Gan Ping did not expect. Thinking about it, although the village is harmonious and friendly to each other, it is also a pool of stagnant water. Suddenly there is such a sensational event, and of course there is a lot of discussion.

But before these villagers talked about this wonder with great interest, there were several ghost possessions in the village. Fortunately, these ghosts were not as fierce as Xiaohuan's. Li Erniang came out and used a little trick to scare him off. This also makes the identities of Li Erniang and Mr. Zhang more and more respected in the village. Even Gan Ping goes out now, and the younger ones have to call him Mr. Xiao, which makes little Gan Ping a little laugh and cry.

Gan Ping vaguely felt that these things should have something to do with the surge of spiritual power that night. Since that day, Gan Ping found that the spiritual power was much stronger when he practiced. He couldn't help but be more confused, but he didn't know what happened. He has begun to practice the underworld silk art. In recent days, he has made great progress. It seems that it will not take a few months for him to turn the power of the soul into a wisp of filaments, wrap it around the ring of Xuan Mingzi, leave his own soul brand, and control it freely.

Now is the agricultural leisure season. Most of the strong men in the village go hunting in the mountains. Although it snows in the mountains, these experienced hunters can still find traces of their prey. Strangely, after the snow fell this year, there were a lot of prey in the mountains, which made the people in the village very happy. Before the Spring Festival, every family drank and ate meat happily every day. The old horse head also invited Mr. Zhang to have a drink several times, but Gan Ping can't forget the way the old horse head sighed after drinking. This prey is rich and should have been happy. What is the old horse worried about? Gan Ping was full of doubts, and a drunken old horse finally told the truth.

The old horse head has lived from childhood to old in the Ma family. After a lifetime of ups and downs, this time, the number of prey increased for no reason, which made him see some clues: "This is the beast in the mountain running out, and there is a mess inside." Mr. Zhang couldn't help smiling when he heard the words, "Mr. Ma, if there is a mess, there will be a mess. Isn't it a good thing if there are too many prey?" Oh, you are a scholar." The old horse head drank a little too much wine, and the gentleman did not shout. He said directly, "You are a scholar. You don't understand the rules of the mountain. Only when there is chaos in the mountain will the beast run around. Small beasts are really prey, but what about beasts like tigers and leopards? I don't know when a monster will come out, it will be a big disaster. Mr. Zhang was shocked when he heard the words, "Is there such a thing?" What's so good about that?" There's nothing I can do. Just wait. If it hadn't come, it would be best. I would have asked those descendants to take precautions. If they came, it would have been a tough battle. Speaking of this, the old horse's face, which had always smiled, also showed a trace of sadness.

Gan Ping thought of the old horse's gloomy face that day and was also a little worried. Recently, the defense in the village has obviously increased a lot. Originally, everything was fine with just closing the big wooden door at the entrance of the village every day. Now every night, there are night watchmen wandering at the door. Majia Village is famous for its iron craftsmanship. Naturally, there are some weapons such as knives and guns stored in the warehouse. Now they are all taken out and distributed door to door. Mr. Zhang's small yard There are also two pieces, but these two weapons?

Thinking of these two weapons, Gan Ping wanted to laugh. One of them was a big knife with a length of one foot and four feet, which weighed a total weight of three hundred and seventy-two catties. Recently, Shuangningguan wants to re-cultivate the Taoist temple and re-cultivate the golden body for the statue. This big knife is intended to go on the Spring Festival next year and install it on the statue. Now it has been carried to Mr. Zhang. In the yard, in the eyes of ordinary villagers, Mr. Zhang angrily beheaded the evil ghost. He is already a fairy-like figure. This big pass knife is also left in the warehouse. Maybe it is a weapon to take advantage of Mr. Zhang? After thinking about it, these villagers carried the big knife to the private school. Looking at the big knife weighing three or four hundred catties, Mr. Zhang's face turned blue, but it was not easy to attack. At that time, Gan Ping obviously saw that Mr. Zhang's bearded hands were trembling, and he couldn't help laughing secretly.

At night, the old horse who had been busy all day came to hear the news. When he saw this big knife, he couldn't help laughing secretly. When Mr. Zhang scolded the evil ghost that day, he was also present. Of course, he knew the cause and effect of the matter. This killing of gods and ghosts was made up by those ignorant villagers. This group of gangsters who went door to door to house. It's really serious.

At this moment, the old horse comforted Mr. Zhang with a smile, and then left a small dagger and left. In his opinion, Mr. Zhang is still the weak scholar who has no power to bind the chicken. If he secretly throws the weapon to him, even if the monster comes, he will not let Mr. Zhang fight in person. However, for the sake of Mr. Zhang's face, it is reassuring to leave such a small dagger here.

Listening to the uncontrollable laughter of the old horse's head as soon as he went out, Mr. Zhang threw the dagger into Gan Ping's arms with a blue face and a scabbard. Gan Ping couldn't help laughing, but he still resisted, picked up the dagger and put it aside. But he also disdained this small knife, and his mind had already jumped on the big knife in the yard.

For a long time, Gan Ping has never shown his power far beyond ordinary people in the village, and people only treat him as an ordinary child. At present, Gan Ping estimates that his strength is definitely more than 3,000 catties. It is the strength of a super first-class martial artist in the secular world, and his physical strength is extraordinary. Although the men in the village have been practicing martial arts since childhood, they are hindered by the guidance of famous teachers. Most of them are at the level of third-rate martial arts. With good qualifications, they are barely at the end of the second-rate.

For ordinary people and ordinary beasts, such a force is enough to surround the village from being invaded, but if it is compared with monsters, it is much different, which is also what the old horse is worried about.

Gan Ping knew the knife in the yard. The knife head of the knife reached five feet away, and the whole knife body was made of good iron. The blacksmith in the village used more than a dozen blacksmiths when he received this business. He kept beating for more than a month every day to build it. Although the big knife weighs hundreds of catties, no one can swing it. When he danced, he was just going to put it in the Taoist temple, but the old horse head still gathered the best blacksmiths in the village to build it carefully. There were many Shuangning Guanxiang guests. If he hit a tattered knife and put it there, wouldn't he smashed his signboard?

Thinking of this, Gan Ping couldn't help it. Seeing that Mr. Zhang ignored him, he walked out of the door and carefully looked at the big pass knife in the yard. At a glance, I secretly admired the craftsmanship of the blacksmith in the village. The knife head is wide, and the two-foot-wide knife head is light. It is thick and solid, and the bright blades are tiny serrated against the white snow, shining with sharp light. The knife head is cast with a dragon swallowing the moon pattern, which makes the knife more murderous and cold light. . Under the knife head is a cast knife rod. The long cast iron knife rod is full of goose egg thickness, and there is a long four-edged cone at the end of the knife, which is murderous.

The more Gan Ping looked at this, the more he liked it. He couldn't help reaching out and gently touching the knife body, and strongly suppressed the idea of holding it up and dancing. If people see themselves as a three-foot child waving such a heavy and huge weapon, why don't they treat themselves as monsters?

Just as Gan Ping reluctantly stroked the knife body, there was a burst of panicked gongs at the mouth of the village in the distance, and someone shouted, "Come on, the monster has entered the village!" Come on, people!"

Gan Ping's heart moved and he was about to run over there. The door behind him opened. Mr. Zhang came out from it, looked at the fire at the entrance of the village, and said in a low voice, "Ping'er, go back to the room." Seeing this, Gan Ping could only respond helplessly and walk down to the room dejectedly.

At this time, the old horse head next door also heard the shouting and said something to Mr. Zhang, so he hurriedly picked up a big knife and ran to the entrance of the village with his two sons. Fortunately, in the past few days, the old horse saw that there were more and more beasts in the nearby forest, and there were more fierce beasts, so he told everyone not to go into the mountain in the near future. He just put some beast clips around the village. The strong men in the village were all in the village, which calmed the hearts of the women and children in the village a little.

Although Gan Ping entered the house, he climbed to the window, opened a small crack and looked out. At this time, the entrance of the village was already full of fire and shouting. It seemed that the monster had entered the village, and the men were resisting the attack. It sounds that although the killing shouts at the entrance of the village are huge, they are not flustered. It seems that the invading monster is not a powerful role.

The men in the village all have the cultivation of second-rate warriors. If they have always been ordinary monsters, they can be easily killed. Gan Ping was thinking about it, and suddenly heard a burst of calls for help from the entrance of the south village: "Come on, there are also monsters here. Come on!" The village has two entrances in the south and west. Now these two entrances are attacked by monsters, which makes the people in the village suddenly rise. Fortunately, there are entrances in these two directions, and the rest of the directions are all blocked by thick and solid earth walls, and there is no danger for a while. It's just that a bad feeling suddenly emerged in Gan Ping's heart.