Before I could say anything, I had to agree. What logic is this? Fu Xingyun knew it wasn't that simple.

"Neiyun, although the mountain is covered with heavy snow, in case of this, someone still needs to stand guard and watch. I have chosen you gloriously." The fox's tail finally revealed.

"Mr. Yue, these pieces of meat you have are so expensive. Can I pour it back?"

"What do you think!" She looked harmless.

"I think it's better to forget it." Fu Xingyun was very tactful.

"That's right, Xingyun, remember to report tomorrow. Two people will come to take over in half an evening. As a reward, six pieces of minced meat every day." Her figure disappeared into the heavy snow.

Fu Xingyun's mind again looked like Xiao Yi smiled. "Sister Yi, are you okay in the western border? If nothing unexpected happens, you should be a foundation-building monk now."

The next day, Fu Xingyun arrived on time, and Yueqing came one step earlier than him. "Mr. Yue, didn't you say that two people are in a group, and what about the other person?"

"It's far away and close to you!"

"You?" Fu Xingyun was a little surprised.

"What, it can't be me!"

"Mr. Yue, you are the leader of the village. How can you do such a rough job?"

"The leader should charge."

"Well, you are willing to suffer this sin and no one stops you."

"Note your words. Someone called me the leader just now." She pouted her cherry mouth.

"Okay, Master Yue, I will pay attention in the future." It was indeed a bit casual, and I felt more and more like talking to Xiao Yi, but she was not Xiao Yi after all.

"Not energetic!" She glanced at her.

One after another, they arrived at the exit of the valley. The huge stone door was covered with a thick layer of snow. There were steps next to the huge rock. They followed the stone steps to a high place, with a horn to alarm and a tower that resisted the wind and rain. The view was very wide, and you could see a very far place in the tower.

She was covered in silver, and snow fell from thousands of miles away. "It's so beautiful!" She stretched her waist gently, and her concave and convex figure turned into another beautiful scenery in the snow.

Fu Xingyun found a suitable position and leaned his body on the stone pillar to look into the distance. That might be the direction of the western frontier.

"Neiyun, someone once told me that people who like to look into the distance have their worries. Do you have them?"

"Everyone has it."

"Neiyun, where are you from?"

"I don't remember."

"Haha, this is another sentence!" It was obviously a perfunctory statement, but she didn't seem to be very angry.

"Then you still ask." Fu Xingyun was calm and calm.

"It's not fun at all when you are serious!" She walked out of the tower and walked along the stone steps to the center of the huge rock. The bitter cold wind made the animal skins rush. She stretched out her hands in a light posture. At this time, she was like a butterfly walking on the flying snow.

"Be careful to fall down." He was so disgraceful.

"Don't worry!" She ignored her.

"Be careful to fall down." Although it was the same thing, only he could hear it himself.

"Neiyun, did I find a problem?" She came back a long time later.

“What’s the problem?”

"Don't you feel cold? Yes, she is a monk at the fifth level of Qi training. The degree of coldness cannot hurt her at present, but what about him, who is a physical body?

"Mr. Yue, why do you always look at me with doubt!"

"I'm just curious, not suspicious!"

It seemed that they had encountered some taboo things, and they stopped talking until half an evening arrived.

"Oh," she sighed and left.

Someone came to replace them, and Fu Xingyun also left. After returning to the stone house, he always remembered Yue Qing's words just now: Don't you feel cold? First, healed with broken arms, and then he was immune to severe cold, with strangeness everywhere. No wonder she suspected it. The severe cold here is simply insignificant compared to Xueying Peak in the western frontier. He felt that some characteristics of his body had returned.

The next day, Yueqing did not come again, and on the third day, she did not come either. Gradually, Fu Xingyun also forgot about this matter.

On the 30th day after the heavy snow fell, an old woman died. The old woman was sad after hearing the news. "Maybe I will be the next one."

"I'm worried about it all, old man, don't think about it." Fu Xingyun leaned lazily against the cellar wall.

"Xiao Fuzi, I'm not afraid of death, but I still have many stories I haven't told to you, I can't bear to die!" "Cough cough", "Cough cough cough" Next was a cough. The cold air invaded the lungs along the throat and swallowed her vitality. Every word she said was suffering.

"Old woman, you should sleep peacefully." Little Lizi was really afraid that she would choke her to death with thick phlegm.

"Okay, okay, okay" she said three good words in a row. "My old woman would rather sleep to death than cough to death."

The village was about to die and the first funeral was held in this winter. The old man who engraved the totem appeared. This time, he was holding a knife, but a machete. The witch also appeared. It was the first time Fu Xingyun saw the witch, a woman and a child, not aged, about forty years old, with patterns on his face and feathered animal skins.

Except for the old woman who was unwilling to witness death, everyone who could come came.

"Life is long, but death is short. Go, go, the fertile hunting ground is waiting for you, where you can find the perfect prey in your heart. Don't worry, the vulture's claws are very sharp, and you will be able to arrive soon, get on the road, get on the road."

In the witch's nagging, the old man totem raised his machete and chopped the dead into pieces.

"Arrow coffin!" The witch made a sound similar to a bird's cry.

Everyone approached in an orderly manner and took out arrow feathers from the quiver and stabbed them into the ground one by one. After a while, a "coffin" with arrow feathers as the unit was formed.

Strangely, just as the moment the arrow feathers were formed, the sound of vultures came from the distant sky.

"The black ship has arrived, don't enter the stranger!" the witch shouted in horror.

Everyone began to stay away.

The vulture gradually became clear and soon landed in the center of the arrow coffin, flapping its wings a few times before starting to eat.

The witch's chanting sounded again, this time it was not him alone, but everyone present began to chant. In the elegy of everyone, the vulture swallowed the old woman and then disappeared into the sky with its wings.

The ceremony was over and everyone dispersed.

Fu Xingyun couldn't forget the green eyes of the vultures when they were eating. Is this the end of the village? They believed that the vultures would take them to a wonderful place.

The old woman was the first person to die in this winter, but not the last one. Perhaps it was because of the haze caused by death, or perhaps it was because the winter itself was very depressing. Yueqing announced a martial arts competition five days later, which was divided into three events: archery, running, and wrestling. The winners are qualified to test the magic bows worshipped in the village. This is a traditional sport.

"Brother Fu, you are extremely strong and one of the popular candidates to win the championship." Little Lizi said happily.

"I don't plan to participate." Fu Xingyun shook his head.

"Why? I heard that the divine bow worshipped in the ancestral hall is even more powerful than the one in the hands of Lord Yue!"

This may be a big event in the village, but it is meaningless to Fu Xingyun, and the so-called divine bow is also meaningless. "Everyone has what they like to do and what they don't like to do."

"All right."

Little Lizi signed up to participate. Although there is no hope of winning the championship, the key is to participate.

The tribe members who had been bored in the cellar for almost a month have returned to their former glory. "This year, I must be in the top ten!" "I will do my best later."

As everyone was ready to go, the competition began. The first round was archery, with ten people in groups, each with ten arrows. The rule was to shoot the bullseye, and the person who stayed at the bullseye won.

It seems a bit contradictory from a literal understanding. The shooting will naturally stay and the number is required. How is this possible? For ordinary people, it may be unimaginable, but for the tribesmen who have practiced archery since childhood, this is their goal.

I saw that after the first arrow feather hit the bull's eye, the second arrow feather cut the first arrow feather in half, shot out two, and finally only one. When the vision is not very good and the wind direction changes at any time, it can accurately hit a target that is only the size of a little finger, which requires super skill.

"Okay!" The bystanders cheered. In this group, everyone split the first arrow feather.

The third arrow starts, and the airflow changes at any time. This arrow cannot be copied in the pattern of the previous arrow. The most accurate judgment must be made in the shortest time.

Accumulate power! An arrow is released! The sound of "swish swish swish swish swish" is heard constantly, and the result is the same, and the third arrow shot through the second arrow.

"Okay" the scene burst into warm applause again.

The fourth arrow did not open the distance, and the fifth arrow was the same. When the sixth arrow was on, someone began to make mistakes and did not penetrate the previous arrow. So two arrow feathers appeared on the bull's eye. When all the arrow feathers were shot, three out of ten left the last arrow, and they were the winners of this link.

Little Lizi eventually left three arrow feathers. Although they were incomparable to adults, they were too many beyond their peers.

The running competition was held on the second day, and it was also a group of ten people, with a distance of hundreds of meters. Interestingly, they actually measured it with arrow feathers. Usually, people cannot surpass the speed of arrow feathers, but within a hundred meters, there is a possibility of careful preparation.

With a "swish", at the moment when the arrow feather was clear, the competition was tilted and rushed forward in an explosive posture. If anyone could pass the arrow feather within a hundred meters, he would have the ability to avoid most attacks.

At thirty meters, the people and the arrow feathers remained equal, and at 50 meters, they began to differentiate. At 70 meters, the gap widened. When it reached 100 meters, only two people succeeded.

Ataier is extremely powerful and won the first place in both rounds of competitions. If he wins in the final wrestling stage, he will continue to be the title of No. 1 hunter and have the opportunity to test the Divine Bow. "All opponents will be defeated in front of me Ataier."

On the third day, the wrestling competition began. There was no fancy in this round. It was purely a competition of strength and skills. Violent and wild projects were often more impactful, and the enthusiasm of the village was pushed to the extreme.

After several rounds of competition, Ataier and three other people stood out. After the two-way match, he threw the last opponent to the ground with all his backs and ended the game.

"Brother Fu, Atae is really strong."

"Maybe." This is not a question that Fu Xingyun is concerned about.

"But I think if Brother Fu is willing to participate in the competition, you will definitely be able to defeat Ataier."

"Maybe." This is not a question he cares about. He doesn't need to defeat a mortal.

The party was not over. In the evening, in the heavy snow like goose feathers, the tribe members raised fires and began to celebrate. The burning flames melted the snow within a thousand meters. The tribe members danced and sang around the flames, which was very lively.

In the midst of a celebration, the divine bow enshrined in the ancestral hall was slowly lifted out by four people. Ataier showed a hot expression when he saw the divine bow.

It is indeed a good bow. The bow body is made of rhino horns, which is dark and cold. The bow Xuan is refined by the tendons and veins of the earth dragon, which is exciting. Perhaps others cannot find it, but Fu Xingyun can see that the magic bow is invisibly exuding a trace of evil spirit.

This is a heavy bow that has been drinking blood. All things have spirits. Some objects will also have certain spirituality after experiencing the world. This bow is exactly like this.
To be continued...