"Wow, a shocking tiger roar was heard. The tiger fell from the tree, and it swung the lid in the air. It fell to the ground with a "click" sound, and it sucked a few times, but it never moved again. After a while, Wu Anguo came to his senses, took out the kettle, lunch boxes, etc. from his backpack, and threw them one by one on the tiger. Seeing that the tiger did not respond, he climbed down the tree tremblingly. Seeing that his crossbow arrows were all stuck in the tiger's right eye, it was not reached. The tiger must have been injured, fell from the tree, and died.

"Damn guy, I'm so scared that I'm peeing my pants." Wu Anguo was still unhappy and kicked the tiger again. After this, he was scared and gradually became hungry. Looking at the tiger's corpse, he thought that he would kill him anyway, and he didn't know how many years would be sentenced to hurt the national special-class protected animals, so he simply did not do it, and kept going. He took out the Swiss army knife and learned the behavior of the characters in martial arts novels. He cut a hole in the tiger's throat, drank a few sips of tiger blood, but he couldn't stand the bloody smell, and vomited it out again. He wanted to find a place to bury the tiger, drag it a few times, how could he drag it. He had to cut off half of the tiger's tail to be a souvenir, then found some branches and covered the tiger with straw. Then he carved a mark on the tree and found a way down the mountain.

This time, less than half an hour, I found the way. I thought the tiger was used to ambushing the roadside. I went to the foot of the mountain and arrived at the craftsman camp. I met the two old men mentioned in the previous article, which scared the old man and scared himself silly.

In history books, Wu Anguo has some understanding of this cowardly dynasty. The emperors are more cruel and more foolish. They have the largest fleet in the world, but they are going to burn it. They have the most powerful firearms in the world, but they are not used by soldiers. In the end, the entire country was given to the Manchus. They had originally suspected that they had come to aliens, but they did not expect that they were still on Earth and came to the most brutal dynasty. "God, if I had known this, why didn't you let the tiger eat me?" Wu Anguo scolded him in his heart, but he didn't think that who was fighting the tiger to death just now.

"Little Master, what's wrong with you?" Brother Zhang Wu saw that Wu Anguo's hair was very short and thought he was a monk on the road. After asking a few questions, Wu Anguo didn't hear anything while pondering. "His uncle" Zhang Wu pulled the sleeves of the old man Yang and said to Wu Anguo. The little master seemed to have escaped from the tiger's mouth, so he was frightened.

Before Old Man Yang could answer, Wu Anguo heard the word "tiger" and made a cold war. He suddenly came to his senses. He realized that he was only concerned about being ignorant and neglected the two old men. He quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay, I was thinking about the direction here just now, and I got lost." Then he asked Zhang Wu, "The tiger you mentioned just now is a white-haired and black-printed one."

"Why, you have encountered it, how did you escape?" Brother Zhang Wu and Old Man Yang asked together.

Wu Anguo asked again: "It's not illegal to kill a tiger here."

"You young man, you are so scared. Who killed the tiger? Our whole village kowtowed. What kind of law do you do?" Zhang Wu saw that Wu Anguo asked interestingly. However, Old Man Yang responded quickly and asked skeptically: "Why, the tiger was killed by you?"

Wu Anguo nodded, and when he heard that the tiger was killed was not sentenced, he immediately became proud and pointed with his hand, "Buried on the mountain over there, not far from the road." Then he took out the tiger's tail and showed off in front of the two old men. The two old men took the small section of the tiger's tail, looked carefully, and knelt in front of Wu Anguo with a "thump", and kept kowtowing, crying, "Master God, you are here, our village is looking forward to the stars and moon, but you are here."

Wu Anguo was startled and quickly helped this place with his hands, and then knelt down on the other. After struggling for a long time, he finally realized that this place was deeply harmed by a tiger. The two old men regarded him as a god. He had to help the two old men sit down and wanted to explain from the beginning. But he found that he could not explain where he came from. He had to say that he was from the Central Plains. His ancestors, Song Shi, fled to the Nanyang Sea with a boat and traveled around the country for many years. He heard that the Mongolians retreated before they came back to see it. The two old men were skeptical and did not want to confront the gods in their hearts in person. At that time, Old Man Yang led the way to invite him to the village for a rest, but Zhang Wuge ran back to the village to report the death of the tiger, and he didn't even bother to take the two buckets.

Wu Anguo insisted on finishing the water and lifted Zhang Wu Ge's bucket. Old Man Yang was so scared that he apologized repeatedly, saying that he did not dare to work for his benefactor. In the end, he could not resist Wu Anguo and had to carry water with him to the village. After walking for a short while, he heard the village beating drums and drums. The whole family had already come out and thanked him for his gratitude. When he sat down at Old Man Yang's house, he had already reached three o'clock. Old Man Yang asked the cripple who taught to accompany his benefactor and went to slaughter the sheep himself.

The lame man was named Li, and his name was Shanping. He was born in a scholarly family. The Yuan Dynasty did not hold imperial examinations. Most scholars wrote operas or helped others to be staff members to make a living. Li Shanping was good at calculating and worked as a custodian in the city of Beiping to make a living. Unexpectedly, the Mongolian soldiers were defeated repeatedly and were short of people in the army, so they forced them to enlist in the yamen to prepare money and food for the army. Li Shanping was unwilling to be an official of the Mongolians, humiliated his ancestors, and fell ill on his legs and stayed away. He angered the chief officer and sent a team of soldiers like wolves and tigers to come to the door, interrupted his legs, and threw them outside the city to feed wild dogs. It happened that Old Man Yang made furniture for a family in the city. When he heard about this, he risked his life to trap a car and stole him back to the village to hide. It was not until the Mongolian retreated that he came out to teach and made a living.

After a while, the rice was ready, and everyone sat down with the guests. The food in the village was simple, including mutton, eggs, etc., which was already full of old man Yang. The wine was aged flower carvings, and it smelled very fragrant. Everyone toasted Wu'anguo one after another. Wu'anguo refused, so he did it one by one. He poured two cups himself, put one cup in front of the teacher, and raised the cup himself to the gentleman. The gentleman was so panicked that he quickly sat upright on the chair, saying that he didn't dare.

Wu Anguo said: Mr. Jing is not for anything else, but Mr. Jing is proud of not being a dog for the Mongolians. After that, he fucked himself first, and everyone followed him to make a fuss. The gentleman burst into tears and said: I received a praise from my benefactor, and Li will be worthy of this life. He raised his glass and drank it all, and he was full of heroism. He was not a lame man who was so down and out, but he was clearly an open and honest hero.

After drinking and getting hot, everyone talked about the second harm of the village, the water monster. Li Shanping politely said to Wu'anguo: "My benevolence is the ability to obey tigers, and he must have the ability to subdue dragons." I hope that the gentleman will feel sorry for the young and old in the village and provide help."

Wu Anguo originally wanted to explain that he killed the tiger by luck, but looking at the people around him, he could not say anything about ruling. He thought that he had come to this era since the 21st century and had lived again. The memorial service was probably held on the other side of the unit. At this point, he made up his mind and agreed. Everyone was so moved that they saluted them again.

After lunch, Wu'anguo asked the younger villagers to get a car and go up the mountain to find the dead tiger. Everyone had seen the tiger's tail and was no longer afraid. A few people immediately responded. Then they heard Zhang Wu Ge introduce the situation of the water monster. Zhang Wusui was not very educated, but his mouth was very clear. He quickly explained the time and place where the water monsters often appeared. Wu'anguo secretly thought about the method of eliminating monsters. When the gods and ghosts said that he did not believe it at all, and he had fewer concerns and his thinking was clearer than the villagers. After touching the treasure crossbow on his waist, he suddenly had an idea. He asked if there were any blacksmiths and carpenters in the village. The villagers laughed when they heard him looking for blacksmiths and carpenters. It turned out that the men in this village made a living by slack farming and worked as carpenters, and they were all good at it. When it comes to blacksmiths and carpenters, especially Zhang Wu and old man Yang were the best.

At that moment, Wu Anguo and the teacher Li Shanping borrowed the ink paper, but thought the brush was too soft, so they found a goose feather pin and made a "brush". They borrowed a carpenter's ruler from Old Man Yang, and drew a crossbow. After a while, they drew a picture of the crossbow, which was clearly enlarged by the chain hand crossbow. Then they drew the parts one by one, but the size was marked according to the modern dimensions. They found a tape measure from the bag for reference. They asked Old Man Yang to create three according to the picture. Old Man Yang responded and took a group of carpenters to take the order away. Another large crossbow was drawn with the arrow inverted hook, and the next one was marked.

After getting the rope hole, Zhang Wu Ge asked the rest of the people to take three weapons. He asked the rest of the people if there were any weapons such as bows, arrows, swords, and guns. Everyone looked at each other. It turned out that the Yuan Dynasty prohibited Han people from possessing weapons, and even several households had to use kitchen knives together. Although these families were craftsmen back then, they were not qualified to possess weapons. Although the Ming Dynasty did not prohibit weapons, ordinary people did not have these things. Everyone talked about it for a long time, and some people finally remembered that Zhou Cang had a big knife in his hand in the Guandi Temple. It is said that it was a few years and was very heavy, so they could only make decorations.

Wu'anguo followed everyone to Guandi Temple, borrowed incense from the countryside, bowed to Guan Gong, and said, "Don't blame Mr. Guan, I will lend you your weapons, and I will provide you with more wine and meat, even if it's rent." Everyone laughed when he heard him interestingly. After suffering so many months of guilt, he didn't see Mr. Guan appear. Everyone must be very dissatisfied with Mr. Guan. The big knife was extremely heavy, at least 60 kilograms, but it was made of a knife head with a fine iron. There was a condom behind the blade, and a jujube wood hilt was more than 2 meters long. He walked out of the store and went out of the wide area to see the moves on the TV, which made the elders couldn't help but shout. The 1.9 meters tall, a bronze square face, and the black big knife looked majestic.

The villagers who went up the mountain to find the tiger's body also returned. The dead tiger weighed seven or eight hundred pounds, and they were so tired that they were panting. Some of them were injured by the tiger's family. At this moment, the revenge was avenged, and they could not be sad and crying again. They were even more grateful to Wu'anguo. There was a man named Yang Tiezhu in the crowd, who was originally a young carpenter and had great skills. When he was teaming up to fight the tiger, he was injured by the tiger's right arm and became disabled. This time, everyone did not take him to the mountain, but he insisted on following behind, saying that he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Seeing the consequences of this big insect. After returning, I heard someone telling me about my benefactor looking for weapons. I walked to Wu'anguo and shouted "My benefactor and follow me." He led Wu'anguo to his home, turned over the haystack, took out a black and oily long stick with horns at both ends, and twisted the strings, but it was a long bow. It turned out that this was picked up by the Mongols from the battlefield when they retreated. He was reluctant to let go of the pattern on the bow and never wanted to destroy it. He originally wanted to learn the pattern technique on the above, but he didn't expect to lose his arms. He took out this object and saw it hurt his mind. He burst into tears.

Wu'anguo took the longbow and looked carefully. This bow was obviously not a short bow commonly used by the Mongolians. It looked like the style was an English longbow, and it was probably used by Western archers hired by the Mongolian army. Although the bow was big, it did not take much effort to pull it up than ordinary bows. I pulled it back and forth a few times and loved it very much. I thanked Yang Tiezhu and quickly found someone to make a pot of long arrows. Seeing that Yang Tiezhu was depressed, I knew that his hatred for cutting his arms, I advised him, "I heard that the craftsmanship of the good craftsman is not in his hands, but in his heart. The left and right hands are actually

Similarly, some people are born without arms and can write with their feet. Besides, you only hurt one arm. If you don’t have this intention, even if you have both hands, you may not become a skilled craftsman. If you have this intention, just one left arm is enough." This is a very common inspirational saying in the 21st century, but Yang Tiezhu was enlightened and immediately became energetic. After a roundup, he said, "Thank you for the reminder of Mr.", turned around and helped Yang Woodman Yang to make a crossbow, and his expression was no longer so lonely.

The villagers were skillful, and before the evening, the crossbow arrows were ready to stop. The gentleman Li Shanping, who asked the teacher of Wu'anguo, helped him to divide the tiger meat and bones evenly with the tiger skin and septics, and prepared to sell them for money. In those days, tiger bones and tiger meat were rare and precious. When everyone saw him so generous, they admired him a little deeper. Wu'anguo thought in his heart that he was a passerby who traveled through time and space. When he came to this branch of history, he might not be the one who came and went. However, if the kind villagers here rely on people to save everything, there would probably happen in another time and space in the future, and plundered more than a dozen Japanese pirates for more than a thousand miles. The problem of the Chinese lies in spirit. The thousands of years of Confucian slavery education has harmed a nation.

Seeing that the villagers were neat, he flew over on a big rock and said, "Dear fellow villagers, I'm not a god or a magic trick. I'm just a passerby. I can help you once. I can't help you next time. You must help yourself. Monsters have their lives and are afraid of pain when they are beaten. Otherwise, they won't come out only when there are few people at night. We can't beat him alone, so we can go up together. We are not capable of fighting and can still take a wise move. Younger people are men, kill monsters and eliminate harm with me. Cowards guard their wives at home." As soon as the words were finished, northerners were prone to being excited. Some men in their fifties had surrounded him and asked them to fight with the monsters with him. A while ago, young people were driven out by the older generation to escape. There were no younger men in their villages.

Wu Anguo picked out seven or eight of them that looked strong, and the rest asked everyone to prepare for support. Then Li Shanping, the tallest, handed the tiger skin to him and told him to sell it to the county one day. Once someone was injured this time, the silver would be given to him for treatment and future life. The white tiger was hard to come by in a thousand years, and it would be worth thousands of taels of silver if sold for at least one. Everyone was worried about it, and the crowd was even more excited. It turned out that no one had made any progress before, and they were not rich. Once something happened, they were afraid that their family would not be taken care of.

After dinner early, Wu Anguo called everyone and led a sheep. Before the day was dark, he came to the riverside. He cut the legs of the sheep and sprinkled a lot of blood on the shore. Then he tied the sheep's limbs and placed them on an open space with trees around him. The rope for the sheep was tied into three directions and connected to the crossbow machine. The crossbow machine was opened and placed around the sheep in three directions, leaving it alone on the side of the river. Cut the climbing rope that was $30 per meter in his backpack, which was said to be able to withstand 20 tons of weight. Three sections, one end is tied to the rope hole of the crossbow arrow, and the other end is connected to the big tree. When it is ready to stop, it is already dark. Wu'anguo asked the supporters to retreat to the village, use the flames as a sign, and fight out together when they see the flames rise. The six people left were divided into three groups, climbed onto the trees, prepared torches, and waited for their orders to ignite them together in the direction of the sheep. Then he also found a big tree nearest to the sheep, climbed up, and hung the knife and arrow with a rope. In an instant, there was a silence on the riverside.

There were many mosquitoes by the water at night. Wu'anguo was afraid that monsters would smell it, so he dared not apply wind, oil and other things. He forced himself to endure it and did not dare to hit it. Everyone could not kill mosquitoes when he heard that he would not hit it. Everyone knew that success or failure was here, but they did not make any sound. Only the cry of the sheep and the sound of the water were miserable and miserable, which was very scary in the quiet night. The sound of the water suddenly became louder, and the sheep screamed from afar, but they screamed even more. Everyone was so nervous that their palms were sweating, and they stared at the river with the moonlight, feeling their hearts pounding almost jump out of their chests.

In the night, the water surface was shining with a ray of light, and a black shadow rushed straight up to the shore. I thought it was tempted by the bloody smell of the sheep for a long time. I couldn't see it carefully in the night, but I saw two eyes as big as lanterns emit a faint green light and quickly approaching the sheep. The sheep's cry suddenly stopped and was swallowed by the monster. Then there was a trombone, but the monster emitted it. Several big trees were dragged by the monster.

"Lighting", Wu Anguo ordered, and everyone started fire and ignited the torches and threw them out. The surroundings were as bright as daylight. Although everyone was prepared in advance, their eyes could not be opened. Wu Anguo closed his eyes when he issued the order, and probably everyone threw the fire out before they opened it. He saw that the monster looked like a crocodile and a hippo, with two horns on his head and more than 6 meters long. Three crossbow arrows shot it. At such a close distance, he could not shoot him through. The monster was frightened by the fire and struggled around the rope, which became even tighter. At that time, Wu Anguo pulled a big bow on the tree and shot the arrows in the quiver pot at the monster. The arrows that said that they could penetrate the plate armor were very powerful.

It was anxious, but it was like scratching the monster, and it could not hurt it at all. The monster that was jumping up and down was about to pull out the giant crossbow on its body. Wu Anguo knew that once the monster pulled out the giant crossbow, he might have started to rush, and no one except himself would be spared. He shouted loudly, took the big knife, jumped down from the tree, and took advantage of the momentum of falling, and used all his strength to cut the knife into the monster's neck. With a click, he cut more than two feet deep. The monster rushed forward and rushed four or five meters away. The blood splashed, and the barbarian crossbow arrows that had been shot into the body had all been freed. He rolled a few times, but he had no strength to move. Blood on his body gushed out, flowing straight into the river, dyeing the river water red.

The people on the tree were already shocked. After a while, it was not until Wu Anguo asked them to come down, and then they trembled and came down the tree. They walked up to watch. The monster was dead. Everyone was talking about the strength of the monster's skin. They praised Wu Anguo for being strong and able to cut off the monster with one knife. Wu Anguo picked up the knife and was about to cut the monster open and drag it back to the village, but they could never cut out the knife like that just now.

After a while, the supporters from the village arrived one after another. Dozens of people were lying torches around the monster, touching this and that, and everyone was very happy. They were not rushing the rope until dawn, and dragging the monster back to the village. Wu'anguo was about to walk into the village, but everyone was reluctant to find a branch to build a sedan chair. Without saying a word, he lifted him up, sang all the way, and headed for the village.

When we arrived in the village, the news had already spread. Everyone came to watch. The villagers who accompanied Wu'anguo to fight monsters also became heroes. They were surrounded by everyone, splashing stars, and making the situation at that time so that the gods were ignorant. They described Wu'anguo as heroic as the gods descended.

By this time, Wu'anguo had not slept for a day and night, saying that he had lost his companion, and he went to the kang of Old Man Yang's house and fell to sleep. Everyone did not dare to disturb him when they saw it. They left the house far away and listened to the heroes over and over again. The whole village was more lively than during the New Year. They ran out of the village and went out of the mountain to find their children and grandchildren who had defected to their relatives and friends to go home.

It was not until lunch that Wu Anguo woke up. He came to his senses on the kang and thought blankly about how he lived in this ancient world. He couldn't figure it out for a long time. I'm afraid that none of the knowledge he had in the 21st century could make him live. It was not my wish to live in this small village. I thought to let it go, but who knows what God would make.

When they got up and arrived in the yard, Old Man Yang had already packed his lunch. Everyone was chatting and waiting for him to get up to eat. When asked about the monster, Li Shanping said that the monster should be the legendary dragon, and it was born from somewhere. In the morning, everyone had peeled the monster. The skin was very hard and sawed apart bit by bit. The meat was cut into large pieces, and the food on the table was all. The rest was waiting for Wu Anguo to divide it.

After dinner, Wu'anguo asked the residents of the village to divide the meat of the dragon according to their households. Everyone happily took the meat. It was said that this thing can cure all diseases and prolong life. They were reluctant to eat it. They hung it on the wall and dried it in case that they only needed it from time to time. The remaining dragon skins and tendons were not known for their purpose. Everyone said it was treasures and asked Wu'anguo to collect them by themselves. Wu'anguo had to send them to Old Man Yang's house.

I thought that Old Man Yang's two sons were about to lead his wife and the child was back. He lived in Old Man Yang's house for a long time. After all, he asked if there was a place nearby to rest for a long time. The villagers were not rich, but they were very generous. They all said that they would set up a big house for him in the village while it was still summer. If there was a slightly rich family, they would send their homeland to Wu'anguo. Wu'anguo insisted on not accepting it. In the end, everyone had to give up.

Li Shanping was careful and stepped forward and said, "Mr. Benedict is extraordinary. He is not a person who has lived in our village for a long time. It is better to stay in Guandi Temple first and make plans in a few days." After hearing this, Wu Anguo thought this suggestion was good, so he decided to live in Guandi Temple and repeatedly stated that the villagers could call him Guardian Wu and Mr. Wu, and he should not call him Guardian again, otherwise he would move away immediately. Everyone was so mean to him that he had to follow him.

That night, Li Shanping moved his bedding and joined him. He was a down-and-out literati and lived in the thatched cottage behind the school. There were not many things, so it was easy to move it. The two talked to each other in the evening. Wu'anguo asked him about the things from this era. Li Shanping thought that Wu'anguo had indeed returned from overseas and carefully explained to him various worldly styles, nearby mountains and rivers, customs and customs, as well as the situation of the court and the Mongols. It turned out that after the Mongols withdrew from the Central Plains,

He was always unwilling to give up and was always ready to invade the south. The court also had many years of war and the people needed to cultivate and rest, and there was no decision on whether to send troops outside the border. Therefore, after several years of establishment, the country was not very stable, and it was not very stable on the border. It is now the ninth year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, and Yunnan has not yet been pacified. Wu'an Kingdom estimated that it should be around 1375. In another hundred years, the West began a magnificent era of sailing, and Chinese civilization was caught up by the West and left far behind.
Chapter completed!