Zhou Laodao sat cross-legged on top of the animal hides piled up into a small hill, his skinny body twisting left and right with the creaking sound of the axle friction. The bamboo hat on his head had several large holes from the fight with a toothy beast a few days ago. The cold rain penetrated through the holes and hit his bumpy face, making him look even more sinister.
With a piece of half-roasted dried meat in his mouth, Zhou Laodao was playing with two "Emperor Coins".
These are two "Gold Emperor Coins", and they are two "small coins", only one inch square, as thick as a mung bean, golden, heavy, and feel quite substantial. On the front of the round-sky-square Emperor Coin are the two characters "Taichu", and on the back are embossed wind, cloud, and thunder patterns, with a faint shadow of a heavenly palace inside.
The workmanship of the imperial coins is naturally extremely exquisite.
The function of imperial coins is naturally extremely amazing.
In the Supreme Primordial Heaven, a decent person cannot practice cultivation—even if the legendary Supreme Dao Canon of the Ancient Emperor is placed in front of you, even if you have the qualifications to surpass the Great Emperor and have unparalleled comprehension... you still cannot practice cultivation.
Don't even think about comprehending even a little bit of the great Dao.
Don't even think about absorbing a single drop of inspiration from heaven and earth.
If you cannot comprehend the rhythm of Tao, your Taoism cannot be improved.
If you cannot absorb spiritual inspiration, your magic power cannot be enhanced.
Your Taoism and magical powers cannot improve, so what are you still practicing for?
Only the Emperor's Coins, each of which is cast and issued by the Supreme Heaven of the Supreme Beginning Heaven, are circulated throughout the world. The Emperor's Coins contain the rhyme of the Tao and the inspiration. Holding the Emperor's Coins, one can comprehend the Tao, absorb the inspiration, and improve one's cultivation.
However, the Dao rhyme contained in the Emperor's Coin is extremely limited, and its inspiration is very weak.
These two Golden Emperor coins contain a faint hint of acquired gold Taoist rhyme, and even more contain a hint of acquired Xin gold spiritual inspiration. These are also the last two Emperor coins in Zhou Laodao's body, and he would never dare to use them for cultivation.
When walking in the wild, having two imperial coins with you is like two lives!
Two months ago, Zhou Laodao led a small hunting caravan, and encountered a group of vagrant horse thieves while passing through a barren mountain. Zhou Laodao led his brothers to fight a fierce battle with them, and the horse thieves were killed, and he also had three transparent holes in his chest.
That time, he spent an imperial coin, sucked out the spiritual energy in it, turned it into vast vitality, repaired his wounds, and saved his life.
This is the emperor’s money!
"Shit is hard to eat, but money is hard to earn..." Zhou Laodao looked at the pile of animal skins under his butt with a gloomy face. It rained heavily in this remote place, and it was damp. The price of these animal skins would inevitably be severely suppressed by those black-hearted, black-livered, black-marrowed merchants who would give birth to babies without anus.
As if he saw the golden coins growing wings and flying away from his pocket, Zhou Laodao couldn't help but spit fiercely and said in a hissing voice: "Eating shit is much easier than making money!"
He gritted his teeth and touched the wound on his chest which was still aching.
He was only willing to spend one Emperor Coin to save his life. The three transparent wounds hurt his internal organs and the injuries had not healed. The wind in the cold rain blew and the pain in the wounds made his eyes darken... Playing with the two Emperor Coins in his hand, thinking of his youngest son who was preparing to lay the foundation for cultivation, and his three daughters who were about to get married and were worried about preparing dowries, Zhou Laodao's mood became worse.
"When will I make a fortune?" Zhou Laodao hissed, "It's just that my face is a little ugly, otherwise, I would have wanted to sell my body! Find a rich woman, even if she's plump, greasy, rude, ugly... Once the lights are turned off and the eyes are closed, isn't it all the same?"
The caravan men, those sitting in the carriages, those walking along the carriages, and those riding on horses, all laughed.
They began to discuss what kind of rich woman they wanted, who was blinded by evil and had her heart bewildered by ghosts, so that she would give up those handsome, fair, and obedient pretty boys and go find Zhou Laodao, a guy with a bumpy face, scars all over his body, who swore all the time and only knew how to draw a sword and kill.
Thus, the topic spread out endlessly.
Which girl from a brothel is round, which lady from a brothel is sweet, which widow behind closed doors is knowledgeable and sensible, which tofu-selling aunt's daughter has started to flirt with passers-by... As for men, a group of men who make a living by trading on the edge of a knife and occasionally do some part-time jobs in shady businesses get together, and apart from discussing things between men and women, do you expect them to recite a poem like 'Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water'?
Loud laughter continued to come from the small team. Rain and fog rose. In the distance, a group of small animals with bared teeth were looking over here... The leading small animal let out a long howl that sounded like a fox or a jackal, and poked its head over here for a while. It carefully measured the difference in strength between its own group and the caravan guys, and finally turned around and left helplessly, with its tail hanging down.
The two scouts of the caravan breathed a sigh of relief and loosened the taut bowstrings. Just as they were about to say something, one of the scouts, whose nostrils were three times larger than those of an ordinary person, sniffed hard and said in a deep voice, "Master Dao, there is a smell of blood..."
"Clang clang clang". In the caravan, more than a dozen drivers and a hundred waiters drew their swords at the same time. The shining blades were shining with light. Nearly 30% of the drivers and waiters had the long swords in their hands swirling with breeze, nearly 20% of the drivers and waiters had faint flashes of fire on their blades, and more than half of the remaining drivers and waiters had a ray of cold silver light moving back and forth on their blades, making the blades even sharper.
Zhou Laodao grabbed the three-foot-long animal bone handle wrapped with blood-colored silk thread hanging at his waist.
As the mana in his body was destroyed, the three-foot-long hilt made a "clang" sound, and a blade that was six feet six inches long and as wide as a palm was ejected. With a light wave of the paper-thin blade, a thin gap was cut in the wind and rain. Zhou Laodao jumped up and landed heavily on the ground. A silver cold light on the blade was ejected three inches long. The raindrops fell on the blade and were destroyed by the silver cold light. A sharp "chi chi" sound was immediately emitted, and all the raindrops exploded into water vapor, which flew up in wisps.
Zhou Laodao held two imperial coins in his left hand, clenched his fist and gently waved it forward.
Several archers quickly drew their bows and put arrows on the bows, with the arrows locking onto the direction pointed by the big-nosed scout.
The two swordsmen stood shoulder to shoulder, and under the cover of the archers, they marched towards the location where the bloody smell was coming from. As they walked, one of the swordsmen shouted loudly: "My dear, don't hide, I see you... Hey, we are all good men in the underworld, don't hide, come out and show your face!"
Lu Yu was lying in the grove, listening to the shouting of the knifemen, and he couldn't help but laugh.
This kind of bluffing from the underworld sounds really familiar.
Well, thanks to the old monk Hongchen, Lu Yu understood what the swordsman said.
His mind was in a mess again, and his brain was stabbing with pain. Lu Yu frowned. Who was the old monk Hongchen? Why should he be grateful to him? Well, was it him who taught him the language used by the guys outside?
Then, no problem.
Don't think about it, don't ponder it too deeply. You will remember who this old monk Hongchen is sooner or later.
After coughing a few times with difficulty, Lu Yi glanced at the Tianlong Zen Staff.
The three-foot-long dragon lay on Lu Yu's chest, and turned into a black and gold dragon tattoo that wrapped around Lu Yu's upper body. Lu Yu raised his voice slightly and said weakly: "I am in trouble, and I hope friends passing by can help me... If I can save this monk from this great disaster, I will definitely reward you generously!"
The rain is getting heavier.
Zhou Laodao was carrying a long sword, standing beside Lu Yi and looking down at him.
Two of the caravan's men got a tape measure from somewhere, laid Lu Yi flat, and carefully measured his height. The other men were watching the surroundings, taking care of the animals, and others were standing around, pointing and commenting at Lu Yi.
"What a huge man! Wow, what a rare great man!"
When Lu Yi was in Liangyi Heaven, he used his great magical powers to suppress the golden body of the Buddha, thus maintaining his height to be around the same height as an ordinary person. Even so, he was still nearly ten feet long at that time.
At this moment, he had no magic power left, all his magical powers and secret techniques had lost their effect, and his body had 'returned to normal'.
However, the geographical environment, astronomical climate, etc. of the world he lived in were very different from those of the Yin-Yang Heaven. His body was under great pressure. Lu Yi could even hear the subtle 'creaking' sounds from his joints being crushed by the huge force .
Under such pressure, Lu Yi's figure must have shrunk.
Even so, his body at this moment is about twenty feet and thirty or four feet tall, while Zhou Laodao and the fellows in the caravan seem to be "exceptionally normal" in size. The tallest one is only eight or nine feet tall, and the shortest is only about seven feet tall. There are even a few guys acting as scouts who are only a little over six feet tall.
Compared with Zhou Laodao and others, Lu Yi can be called a "small giant".
Zhou Laodao adjusted the tattered bamboo hat on his head and squinted his eyes to look Lu Yi up and down - the torn wound on Lu Yi's chest, his palms that were crushed by the huge force like boneless chicken claws, and his twisted legs and feet.
After taking a look, Zhou Laodao poked Lu Yi's chin with the tip of his knife and said with a dry smile: "Brother, you are in trouble... Such a big physique is rare. Well, to be able to hurt you like this, is there any big thief nearby?"
The faces of the caravan members suddenly changed, and many of them turned around and looked around the grove.
"I forgot." Lu Yi looked at Zhou Laodao very frankly. This guy had a cunning look in his eyes, revealing an inexplicable sophistication and ruthlessness. He was obviously a veteran and not someone who could be easily fooled. He said very honestly: "My head hurts so much. I forgot who I am, how I got here, and who hurt me!"
Zhou Laodao frowned and looked seriously at Lu Yi's upright and handsome face.
His lips moved, he mumbled a few words silently, then slowly shook his head: "You just said that you will definitely repay me handsomely? I am quite interested in this, but you look like you have nothing, you don't even have a luggage, how can you repay me handsomely? In return for your body? I don't care about this!"
Lu Yi opened his mouth and was stunned.
Nothing of your own?
Uh, yes.
When he was in Jishengtian and Yuanlingtian, Lu Yi also carried with him some space instruments such as rings, bracelets, sachets, and jade pendants. Each of them contained spaces of varying sizes that could hold all kinds of cultivation resources.
But by the time he reached the Yin-Yang Heaven, his Buddhist teachings had become increasingly sophisticated, his cultivation had soared, and he was able to open up a Buddhist kingdom in the palm of his hand. All those small items, such as rings and bracelets, had long been discarded by him and given to the young monks of the Qionghua Mountain lineage to use.
Our own Buddhist kingdom is so vast. A Buddhist kingdom is a small world. How much merit can it accommodate?
Especially after he obtained the Red Dust Heaven, there were more than ten thousand Buddhist kingdoms, and each Buddhist kingdom was comparable to a heaven. Such a vast space could accommodate any amount of supplies.
luggage?
salute?
These words are already too unfamiliar.
But at this moment, the Buddhist kingdom that Lu Yi opened up himself could not be sensed at all... and as for the Red Dust Heaven, there seemed to be a faint connection, but it was completely unable to drive Him to do anything.
As for the saying "giving yourself in return"... bah!
You, an old fellow with a face full of pits and dents, are willing, but Lu Yi is not in the mood for it... Do you think you are the three Qingyou sisters?
After a few dry laughs, Lu Yi said bitterly: "Brother, you are joking... Uh, I seem to have some luggage and gifts, but I don't know where I lost it... Well, I have a lot of strength!"
"Strength?" Zhou Laodao smiled and shook his head. He muttered in a low voice, "We guys are not short of strength. Tsk!"
The long sword in his hand suddenly spun, and with a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword, which was as thin as paper, gently cut the thickest part of Lu Yi's chest muscle.
When the knife was slashed, Zhou Laodao's face suddenly changed - this knife of his was already a rare weapon at his level. He had spent all his wealth accumulated over half a lifetime, as well as the favors he had accumulated over many years of hard work, to finally ask a master craftsman to forge this "heavenly soldier" for him.
Although it is only a lower-grade item among the 'heavenly soldiers', it is not a 'magic weapon' that ordinary people can get!
But when Zhou Laodao swung the knife, even though he only used a little strength, he was able to cut through a tree that was as thick as three people hugging together. But when the knife landed on Lu Yi, it only made a dull "puff" sound, leaving a white mark on his skin, without causing any harm to him?
"I...fuck his grandpa!"
Zhou Laodao screamed in shock, and a group of caravan men raised their weapons and stared at Lu Yi as if they had seen a ghost.
Zhou Laodao's expression changed slightly, his wrist sank, and with a 'whoosh' sound, he used 70% of his strength to cut the thick part of Lu Wu's chest. With a 'chi' sound, Zhou Laodao used great strength to cut only a very thin layer of Lu Wu's muscle, leaving a tiny wound about half an inch deep!
Compared with Lu Yi's 'huge body', a mere half-inch wound is nothing to Lu Yi.
Zhou Laodao's face changed, and he took several steps back with the knife in hand.
He looked at Lu Yu in horror and said in a hoarse voice: "Big monk, we are all small businessmen, licking blood on the edge of a knife, and earning a little hard-earned money... You have a big karma, we dare not provoke you... Don't be offended, today, let's just pretend that we have never met..."
After all, he is an old hand. At this moment, Zhou Laodao was so frightened that he was sweating all over, his legs were sore, and he almost sat on the ground.
In this wasteland area, Zhou Laodao was one of the few 'true practitioners' within 300,000 miles. With his cloaked sword, he had chopped off at least 100,000 heads. With his own strength, he carved out a piece of territory and a reputation.
With his cloaked sword, whose combat power and record could rank him among the top 3,000 on the expert list within a radius of 300,000 miles, he used 70% of its strength but could only cut through a layer of Lu Wu's flesh - Lu Wu's cultivation, Lu Wu's strength, Lu Wu's origin, and how terrifying his enemies were, it was simply... unimaginable!
Zhou Laodao inexplicably had an urge to cry.
This impulse was very similar to the feeling he had when he was young and saw the prostitute who had taken his virginity being redeemed by a wealthy man and leaving him forever... That feeling of powerlessness, emptiness, loss and fear that enveloped his whole body, yet also an inexplicable envy and jealousy!
Zhou Laodao retained the last bit of clarity.
He knew very well that even if he used 70% of his strength he could only scratch a layer of Lu Wu's flesh, and Lu Wu was seriously injured, lying on the ground and letting him do whatever he wanted - if Lu Wu was intact, would he not be able to hurt even Lu Wu's skin?
What kind of terrifying existence must be that could have hurt him like this?
Such terrifying beings were injured so badly, what on earth was the cause of their conflict?
Don’t think about it too much. If you think about it too much... you won’t be able to live like this.
I can only go!
Must go!
We absolutely cannot all stay here.
It is even more impossible to take Lu Yi away.
You can't provoke them, you can't afford to provoke them, so stay away from trouble spots as soon as possible, otherwise you will be in danger of being torn to pieces and your entire clan being exterminated.
Cold sweat kept oozing out of his forehead, and the cold sweat mixed with cold rain kept sliding down his cheeks. Zhou Laodao smiled dryly, put his left hand behind his back, and kept gesturing to the guys in the caravan, signaling the brothers to quickly leave this damn place.
Lu Yi looked at Zhou Laodao who was retreating with a gloomy look and sighed softly: "This, this is so embarrassing... It was none of your business. If you didn't want to rescue me, you could just take your people away... But you just, just chopped me twice for no reason."
"This is cause and effect, this is right and wrong!"
"My brother, you are tainted by the karma between you and me, and you are tainted by right and wrong."
"If you don't rescue me today and leave me in this grove, exposed to the wind and rain, and eaten by birds and beasts... If I recover from my wounds, I will definitely find you and settle the cause and effect of these two slashes with you."
Lu Yi smiled as he looked at Zhou Laodao, whose face was twisted. "Of course, maybe you can give it a try. The edge of your knife is pretty good. Maybe you can chop my neck a hundred or eighty times and try to behead me. Maybe that will end the cause and effect?"
Zhou Laodao's pupils suddenly condensed, and murderous aura suddenly rose around him.
He looked at the long knife in his hand, and then at the half-inch deep wound on Lu Yi's chest that he had just cut.
Yes, maybe, if he used this knife to cut Lu Yi hundreds or eighty times, he could chop off Lu Yi's head? Without a head, the person would naturally die, and when the person died, all the cause and effect would cease to exist!
At least in the surrounding 300,000 miles of wasteland, Zhou Laodao had never heard of anyone who could survive with his head gone.
Just when Zhou Laodao's murderous intent was accumulating in his heart, and he was about to risk his life to give Lu Yi a "dumpling filling" treatment...
Outside the grove, two scouts suddenly ran over in a hurry. One of them was holding with great difficulty the corpse of a small beast with its blood sucked dry - it was the bamboo rat-shaped beast that had been killed by the Tianlong Zen Staff outside the grove and was abandoned outside after Lu Yi sucked its blood dry.
"This is an iron-eating rat!" A scout shouted, "Master Dao, this iron-eating rat must have had its throat bitten and its blood sucked dry, and it died!"
Lu Yi looked at Zhou Laodao with a smile.
Zhou Laodao took a look at the iron-eating rat and noticed that there was a large circle of teeth marks on the rat's neck... and with such a large mouth, a person of normal build obviously could not have bitten such a huge wound.
Judging from the wound, the murderer who bit through the Iron-Eating Rat's neck and sucked its blood dry might be around 23 or 24 feet tall?
As for the Iron-Eating Rat...
In this wilderness, it is an extremely rare evil creature.
The Iron-Eating Rat is gentle by nature, and likes to run around underground, feeding on the roots of various plants and trees. However, it has a body of copper skin, iron bones, steel and silver marrow. Although it is not good at fighting, it has a very strong defense.
If Zhou Laodao, relying on the cloak knife in his hand, were to fight against an iron-eating rat, he would most likely be defeated.
Because he couldn't break the iron-eating rat's defense at all, and even its fur was difficult to damage.
This two-foot-long iron-eating rat is extremely valuable because of its extremely tough fur - the value of the skin of such a small animal is equivalent to all the animal skins piled on Zhou Laodao's cart!
In this wasteland, all the famous masters want to get a set of leather armor made of iron-eating rat fur, which will undoubtedly save their lives - but according to Zhou Laodao's knowledge, in the 300,000-mile wasteland, there are dozens of large and small deserted cities, and there are only about 30 sets of real iron-eating rat leather armor.
This is getting off topic...
In short, the iron-eating rat has extremely strong defense and is extremely difficult to hunt.
Its fur is the most valuable material on its body.
However, the iron-eating rat, which was so difficult to kill, was actually bitten in the throat and its blood was sucked dry.
One can imagine how terrifying this murderer is.
Zhou Laodao stared at Lu Yi for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Master... no, Master... Master is in trouble, my heart hurts so much... Hey, I'm late, so late, Master, I'm sorry to have made you suffer!"
With a "clang" sound, a cold light flashed on the hilt in his hand, and the six-foot-long sword disappeared. Zhou Laodao hung the hilt on his belt, and diligently supported Lu Yi's arm, trying to help him up.
With just a little effort, something embarrassing happened. With Zhou Laodao's strength, he could only barely lift up Lu Yi's arm, and even his upper body was difficult to support. Zhou Laodao's face changed, and the caravan members around him who were knowledgeable and discerning also looked at Lu Yi as if they had seen a monster.
Zhou Laodao's lips trembled slightly, and he said in a hoarse voice: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and help the master to rest in the car... Hey, get out those pieces of the best python skin, chop some tree trunks, and build a carport for the master to shelter from the rain!"
Zhou Laodao and a group of caravan servants helped Lu Yi onto the cart as if he were their own uncle, and built a python skin shed for him to shelter him from the wind and rain.
Clean water and dried meat were continuously delivered, and the exposed wounds were wiped dry, smeared with a thick layer of special ointment, and bandaged with clean white cloth. Lu Yi's twisted legs and feet were also put back in place by the joint efforts of several strong caravan men, and then external wound medicine was applied.
Zhou Laodao sat in the cart shed with Lu Yi. A dozen carts creaked and left the grove, continuing to move forward. The guys who were originally joking and talking nonsense seemed to have their mouths sewn shut, and there was no sound along the way.
One day.
One day.
Day after day.
The rain in the wilderness lasted for half a month.
Zhou Laodao led a small caravan of about a hundred people, who trudged through the wilderness where no roads were visible, following the instincts of wild beasts and relying on the geographical features that had been deeply memorized in their minds over countless years.
There is no flying or hiding.
There are no magical powers or secret techniques.
He only has a brave heart, a strong body, a sharp knife, and a strong bow and crossbow.
Every day, you will encounter large and small, some ferocious, some docile, some cunning, and some cute and stupid beasts. You may just pass by each other in peace, or you may fight with blades against fangs.
There were hundreds more thick furs on the caravan's carts. In the past half month, Lu Yi had also drunk the blood of hundreds of wild beasts. He finally had some strength back and could barely sit up and wave his arms.
These days, he is trying hard to understand this world.
For example, the length of a day and a night here is much longer than that of the Yin-Yang Heaven he is familiar with. The "day" between two sunrises is roughly sixty hours long in the Yin-Yang Heaven... In other words, one day in this world is equivalent to five days in the Yin-Yang Heaven.
This heavy rain lasted for half a month, which would be a "rain disaster" that lasted nearly three months in Liangyi Tian.
However, the carrying capacity of this world is obviously extraordinary.
After such a long and heavy rain, Lu Yi felt like mushrooms were growing all over his body. However, in such a vast wasteland, only a few potholes had accumulated water, and there was no flood disaster as Lu Yi had imagined.
Obviously, there is a huge network of waterways in this wasteland, otherwise such a thing would not be possible.
Along the way, Lu Yi saw all the beasts that attacked the caravan, or were attacked by the caravan. Many fragments of memory came to his mind. These were the knowledge that the old monk Hongchen had taught him. Lu Yi recognized these strange birds and beasts...
What’s interesting is that Zhou Laodao and others killed so many wild beasts along the way, but nothing supernatural or evil happened as Lu Yi had imagined.
The 'souls' of these beasts were swept away by the avenues that filled the space between heaven and earth the moment they were killed. The avenues of this world were domineering, majestic, and full of absolute authority that could not be challenged... The souls of these beasts had no way of staying in the world, let alone giving rise to the existence of 'ghosts' or 'evil spirits'.
This is a world that is, in a sense, 'very safe'.
The only threats the caravan faced were the herds of beasts, as well as some malicious bandits and horse thieves.
However, it is obviously difficult for bandits and horse thieves to survive in this wilderness.
At least during the half-month journey, Zhou Laodao and his team only encountered one scout of unknown origin, and the other party stopped about seven or eight miles away. After looking in this direction for a while, perhaps after seeing that Zhou Laodao's team of about a hundred people was "large in numbers and powerful in strength", they turned around and left without getting close or making further attempts.
It was noon that day.
The wind swept across the land, the rain clouds in the sky were violently blown away, and the red sun generously showed its blazing face, throwing light and heat to the earth. In the sky, there were some dark shadows hovering, which were extremely large falcons cruising in the sky at an astonishing height, searching for prey worth attacking.
Lu Yi sat next to the coachman and looked up at the sky.
His magic power was gone and his body was weak, but his pair of eyes, which had been tempered by thousands of blows, were still quite useful. With just one glance, he could clearly see every feather of the falcon patrolling in the sky hundreds of miles high.
These giant birds of prey with a wingspan of more than twenty meters would naturally not attack the caravan where Lu Yi was.
Given their size, even the animals pulling the carts are not enough for them to swallow in one bite!
Suddenly, an eagle found a worthy prey, and it folded its wings and dived almost vertically towards the ground. A dull thunderstorm sounded in the void, and in front of the eagle's body, the air exploded into a group of white air circles, and a few unfortunate floating clouds were smashed to pieces by the eagle's swooping down.
In just a dozen or so breaths, the eagle swooped down to the ground from hundreds of miles in the sky, turned around extremely quickly, and soared into the air. In its two huge claws, it grabbed a bison that was five or six feet long from head to tail, and flapped its wings and slowly flew back into the sky.
The howl of the bison came from afar, and the next moment, Lu Yi heard the dull sound of a bowstring.
More than a dozen giant arrows whistled up, with a hint of cold light, and fiercely pierced into the body of the eagle. Feathers flew, blood splashed, and the eagle let out a shrill whine, subconsciously dropping the bison in its claws, and frantically flapped its wings to accelerate into the air.
At the end of the arrow, thin metal chains were stretched straight, making a continuous clanging sound.
The eagle flapped its wings madly, and its huge wings created a strong wind. Sand and gravel were flying on the ground. A rough roar could be heard faintly. Someone was shouting something loudly, and the reflection of metal could be seen faintly.
The caravan stopped. In front of them, two strong men in leather armor jumped down from a tree that stood alone in the wilderness. A big man with a full beard held a bow and arrow and gestured in the direction: "The Hu family is hunting eagles. Brothers passing by, please stay away and don't cause any misunderstandings!"
Zhou Laodao, who was sitting on the pile of furs, stood up, opened his arms, and laughed loudly at the two men: "Haha, Brother Hushan, it's me, Zhou Laodao... Tsk, tsk, that's a Wind-Splitting Eagle, right? You, the Hu family, are really lucky!"