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  The morning sunlight dispersed the clouds and mist, Leng Zhen gave 1,000 yuan to their fellow villager who had taken them in, after a round of polite refusals, the fellow villager accepted it. After resting for a night, the three prepared to head up the mountain again to hunt tigers.

  Leng Zhenyue's sincerity remained unchanged, and he still wanted to continue hiking up the mountain. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang didn't bother with him; even someone who would get lost strolling around their own backyard had no credibility. In the end, the three of them hired a young man from the village to drive a motorcycle to take them up the mountain.

  This is a green antique three-wheeled motorcycle, exactly the same as the one the squad leader of the Imperial Army sits on in TV shows. If you add a small flag to it, it would be even more perfect. In gaming terms, it's easy to attract hate!

  Autumn wind rises, white clouds fly, grass and trees turn yellow and fall, geese migrate south.

  The mountain stream babbled, ancient trees grew with luxuriant foliage, the gradually dazzling sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows. A three-wheeled motorcycle carrying three people, including Master and apprentice, bounced along the rugged mountain road covered in green shade. Wu Ming felt that his beloved egg was about to hatch into a chick...

  Two hours later, the Shen Nong Mountain Forest Management Bureau arrived.

  This is a very small unit, with only twenty or so people including the leaders and forest rangers. From outside the courtyard wall, you can only see a row of brick-concrete office buildings and a three-story dormitory building. In addition to these, there is also a basketball court. Although it's small, all the necessary facilities are here.

  It turns out that the grandson of Leng Zhenyue's master is working here, but his family doesn't live here. The three people once again felt the charm of hiking and walked for over ten minutes, passing through a dense forest before suddenly coming upon an old-fashioned courtyard with ancient-style buildings made of bluish-gray bricks.

  According to Leng Zhenyue, these houses have been around for some years. Decades ago, the Mo family came here to escape the war and set up camp.

  Three people walked into the courtyard of a house, busy people coming in and out, children playing, many people familiarly greeted Leng Zhenyue, on the red wooden altar table in the sky well were placed pig heads and incense cases, as well as two huge longevity peaches, the main door of the hall was pasted with congratulatory couplets.

  An old man with sparse hair came to Cold Shock Mountain, immediately laughing and coming forward, pretending to scold: "Cold big brother, every year you come a day early, this year is the latest, if you're late I'll fine you a few cups."

  "Hmm... something unexpected happened..." Leng Zhenyue was evasive, clearing his throat twice, and smiled: "It's deserved, it's deserved, Master is an old man after all?"

  "The father has waited for a long time......" The old man with sparse hair looked at Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang, revealing a hint of strange smile, saying: "Is this... another new disciple?"

  "Uh......yes......" Leng Zhenyue's face turned red with embarrassment, and then he smiled at Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang, saying: "Let me introduce you, this is my master's son Mo Xiyuan, just call him Uncle Yan."

  After the initial pleasantries, several people followed Mo Xianyan into the hall. The exterior was somewhat dilapidated, but inside it was a different scene altogether. The tables and chairs were all high-quality solid wood, and the calligraphy and paintings on the walls were all masterpieces, exuding luxury in understatement.

  The whole house structure is a bit like a quadrangle courtyard, with eight passages and exits, and also somewhat similar to the wooden loft of ethnic minorities. If Wu Ming were to describe this old mansion, he would use just five words: "Really looks like a bandit's lair!"

  Several people came to the main house, which sat north and faced south, where they met Master Mo Xi Gu, today's birthday star, who was still robust despite being 90 years old. Although he leaned on a cane, his body slightly hunched, his face somewhat darkened, and occasionally coughed a few times...

  But as an old martial artist, he was still very healthy, and if anyone dared to doubt him, the old man would dare to perform a stunt of breaking big stones on his chest for them.

  In the room, apart from Mosi Valley, there were seven or eight old men. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang arrived at a familiar face, Feng Qiwu, the president of the Wushu Association in Zhonghai City. The others were not recognized, but every old man who went up was not fuel-efficient.

  Then, Zhuge Dachang opened a backpack and took out the gifts brought by Leng Zhenyue, including a rare wild ginseng, two bottles of top-grade tribute wine, a box of Longjing tribute tea, and a warm jade longevity amulet.

  Presenting gifts, Leng Zhenyue pulled Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang to give Mo Xi Gu a big bow, two unruly men secretly said that as a man, they would only kneel down for their parents and wives, Leng Zhenyue quietly replied that each of them would receive a reward of 500,000 yuan.

  50,000? Alright! Kneeling down to the heavens and the earth is harmless to one's dignity. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang knelt down with a resounding thud, bowing with utmost respect and courtesy...

  Good! Mr. Moss gave each of them a longevity peach.

  Are you sending off a three-year-old child? Of course, the elder gave it, and it cannot be refused. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang smiled as they accepted the longevity peach given by the old man.

  Leng Zhenyue accompanied Mo Xi Gu to talk about the sky, while the other old men in the room were surrounding a chessboard. Wu Ming nodded secretly after watching for a while, and the two people playing chess had quite high skills, not comparable to Leng Zhenyue and Feng Qiuwu's poor chess skills.

  It's said that Zhuge Dachang also quite likes playing Go, he even bought a set to play with Wu Ming at home. Playing chess is more fun when there are some stakes involved, the two of them were playing "plucking leg hair", losing once means plucking only one hair.

  After a fierce battle of 300 rounds, Zhuge Dachang burned the chess set he had bought and vowed never to play chess again...

  It's good that I woke up early, otherwise all the hair on my legs might have been lost!

  A group of old men were playing chess, drinking tea and chatting in the room. They teased and ridiculed each other. Two young people didn't have much common language with them, so they quickly found an excuse to leave.

  Mo Xi Gu reminded them in a warm tone not to go too far, the longevity banquet would start at noon, and the two of them responded with a "yes" before walking out of the room...

  Two young people left, Mosi Valley turned to Leng Zhenyue, revealing a meaningful smile, saying: "Zhenyue, where did these two children come from? Not simple at all!"

  "You still have a piercing gaze, how are these two children?" Leng Zhenyue revealed a hint of self-satisfaction.

  Mosi Valley nodded and smiled: "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow!"

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  Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang ran into Mo Xianyan when they went out, and upon hearing that they wanted to go for a stroll, Mo Xianyan lent them two homemade hunting guns with a smile. This was a very crude gun, also known as a sand gun, which required loading black powder and iron sand into the barrel, as well as installing a fuse before it could be fired with a loud bang.

  This homemade shotgun has no accuracy at all, aiming at someone's head can hit their testicles.

  Of course, the advantage of a shotgun is that one shot can turn someone into a sieve.

  The forest is vast, with all kinds of birds, and there are still many flying creatures and beasts in the mountains. Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang are sneaking around in the woods, carrying guns...

  "Bang, bang..." Two gunshots rang out, and a long-haired creature resembling a wild chicken was successfully shot dead by two people!

  "Awesome!" Wu Ming gave a thumbs up.

  "Suo Da is awesome!" Zhuge Dachang exclaimed loudly, and then immediately curled his lips in disdain, cursing: "Speaking Japanese with my sister, I couldn't help but say a sentence back."

  Wu Ming couldn't help but laugh, walked up and picked up the prey, took a closer look, this strange-looking flying bird seemed to be a domesticated chicken? Even if it flew onto a branch, it was still just a chicken, not a wild chicken, let alone a fighting cock.

  "Pig brother... this seems to be someone else's chicken, I remember it's called African native chicken."

  Zhuge Dashang snatched the chicken from Wu Ming's hands and threw it into a nearby thicket, sighing: "We've been here for so long, but we haven't hunted anything at all. What can you say?"

  Wu Ming glanced at the thicket and said with a smile: "Yes! Today is not suitable for hunting."

  As they walked along, the two of them came to a stream, washed their faces, and then heard the sound of someone playing in the water downstream. Could it be that someone was taking a bath?

  Under the bright sky, who is so bold? Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang exchanged a familiar glance between men, and they secretly followed the stream down. A clear and serene creek came into view, and indeed someone was taking a bath - a woman with long hair flowing down her shoulders, her waist and hips submerged in water, only revealing her fair white back!

  What a moral decay, devoid of integrity and shame!

  It had to be someone, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang sneaked around in a circle, but still ended up behind her back because she turned around. The two of them were reluctant to give up and circled back to their original position, finally arriving at the true face of the Water Child's Lushan.

  What a flat chest!

  Then she saw his face, he was a man with an exceptionally familiar face, Feng Jia Xiao Er Tian Ming.

  Two furious men jumped out, startling Feng Tianming who was taking a bath. Wu Ming was taken aback at first, then shouted: "Oh, it's you guys! Are you following Leng Shu here? Are you also coming to soak in the water?"

  "Idiot!" Wu Ming fired first: "A big man like you running to the creek to take a bath? Aren't you intentionally causing trouble?"

  "Exactly! Isn't this misleading the masses?"

  Wu Ming, who had been scolded and was full of resentment, turned around and walked away in a huff with Zhuge Dachang. Feng Tianming was left standing there, confused and wondering what rule he had broken by washing his feet in the creek.

  The two men upstream urinated in the water!

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  At noon, the longevity banquet began. The hall was filled with guests and the tables were full of people. Nearly thirty tables of wine and dishes were set up. Wu Ming's table had only one acquaintance, Feng Tianming.

  Mosigou has a great reputation in the martial arts world and is considered to be a grandmaster. The guests who came from afar to celebrate his birthday are mostly people from the martial arts world.

  After all, they were young people, and after a round of self-introductions and drinking a few cups of wine, they quickly became familiar with each other. Everyone was drinking wine, except for Wu Ming, who was drinking Wahaha fruit juice, which made everyone very dissatisfied.

  I'll drink if I lose in rock-paper-scissors! And, I'm challenging all of you at this table by myself!

  Wu Ming's words caused public outrage, of course it wasn't real anger, men can lose at drinking games but not at showing off, Feng Tianming was the first to jump out...

  Zhuge Dashang laughed and thought: How can they die!

  Wu Ming wasn't able to guess what others would play, but he could figure it out, and his speed of drawing was impeccable, even faster than others.

  Lost miserably, didn't dare to shout. A table of young people quickly got drunk and fell all over the place. Did this kid turn on some kind of invincible cheat mode? Guessing what fist to use always wins, but can't find any weakness at all.

  Damn it, but still many people don't believe in evil, more and more young people gathered around Wu Ming's table, in order to pursue efficiency, Wu Ming stipulated that guessing once is a big cup of white wine, if you're not convinced, come on.

  One comes and one goes, two come and a pair go down, just like harvesting wheat, Wu Ming kills a group of young people, leaving no armor intact, hearing the sound and losing courage.

  For a long time, no one dared to come and challenge Wu Ming to rock-paper-scissors. Zhuge Dachang smiled and said: "Three Guis! To be low-key is the way of the king."

  Wu Ming smiled and said: "This is called Chu Bawang fishing at Wujiang, whoever wants to take the bait!"

  Zhuge Dachang didn't read many books, he always felt that Wu Ming's words were not quite right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He shook his head and revealed a strange smile, saying in a low voice: "Dare to close your eyes and guess with me?"

  Wu Ming's face changed immediately upon hearing this. He himself was far from being able to discern the subtleties of tone, and closing his eyes to guess would surely end in defeat.

  Some of the older generation who had been drinking too much couldn't help themselves and started to gang up on Wu Ming, so a strange scene appeared at the birthday banquet, with a large group of wine immortals and wine saints lining up to arm-wrestle Wu Ming, creating a spectacular sight.

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