Deep in a certain mountain on the edge of the south of the Yangtze River, there is a mountain that is regarded as a forbidden place by local residents.

Although this mountain is tangled with vines, towering trees cover the sky and sun, grass grows, and poisonous snakes and beasts are everywhere, showing a terrifying atmosphere of being free from being close to, it is not the reason why it makes people fear and look down on forbidden land.

After all, people who rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and water to eat the water. People who live in the mountains have long been accustomed to using human wisdom to hunt beasts and then exchange them for their living resources in the town.

What made the nearby mountain people dare not cross are not jackals, tigers and leopards, but, in recent days, the mountain suddenly had miasma, thick like fog, covering the entire mountain. Anyone who entered it would either disappear or died of poisoning after going home for a few days.

Since the people on the south of the Yangtze River are not as exposed to miasma than those in Miaojiang, they rarely come into contact with miasma, and they rarely get involved in the prevention and cracking of miasma. Although some people once proposed to travel to Miaojiang to learn from others, it is obviously unrealistic. People living in mountains do not dare to neglect their work for life almost every day, so they let them leave their work and go thousands of miles to learn what technology they have. Who will bear the losses? Moreover, this mountain is vast, but that mountain has miasma. There are many resources, so why do you have to go there to take risks?

Some people even said that perhaps the mountain was over-cut and the mountain god was furious and furious, so he used the miasma move to drive people away.

No matter what, anyway, for a moment, this mountain became a place of death that the nearby mountain people were afraid of talking.

On this day, Old Man Lin carried a load of firewood and a complete piece of spotted tiger skin and brought his seven or eight-year-old grandson to the town.

There is no problem with the sales of firewood. If you don’t dislike the high price reduction of restaurants and inns, you can send it to any one of them. Of course, if you don’t dislike the long stay, you can still make a small extra money when you stay in the street and meet a generous and cheerful owner.

Old Man Lin was lucky, so he met a customer. This person was obviously from a wealthy family. He actually used a shiny horse to drag a wooden cart. He probably came out to buy firewood. He had already taken over a cart along the way. He originally planned to go home directly from Old Man Lin, but he suddenly saw the tiger skin hanging on the firewood, tied the reins, and then jumped down, picked up the tiger skin and looked at it carefully for a while. His originally excited eyes dimmed, and he showed a hint of disappointment. He shook his head slightly and sighed softly: "It's rare to see such a complete tiger skin. It's a pity that it's not the one in Eagle Beak Scene."

Old Man Lin’s grandson said crisply: “This old man, the eagle beak stream is covered with miasma and can never go in again.”

The man was slightly stunned and said, "Why haven't I heard of this before?"

He looked at Old Man Lin and said, "Uncle, what is this kid saying it seriously?"

Old Man Lin hesitated for a moment, looked at the middle-aged man in gray, and said helplessly: "This master is indeed like that."

The middle-aged man in gray frowned slightly and said, "That's a pity."

He put down the tiger skin on his hand and was about to turn around and get on the car. Old Man Lin's grandson said, "Uncle, you can buy it. Grandpa and I have been standing for a long time. I, I am hungry, but Grandpa has not brought any money on him and can't buy food."

Old Man Lin rebuked gently: "Baoer, don't talk nonsense."

The middle-aged man in gray paused, looked at the child, showed a gentle smile, and said softly: "Oh, the mountains are at least twenty miles away from here, and it is hard for you."

Old Man Lin said apologetically to the middle-aged man in gray: "If you say this, little brat, don't take your heart, just walk slowly."

The middle-aged man in gray looked at the child and suddenly smiled and said, "This child reminds me of my childhood. I am also from a poor family. I don't talk nonsense. Uncle, I want both firewood and tiger skin."

Old Man Lin was slightly stunned, then overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

After the middle-aged man in gray placed the firewood again, he did not stop and took it home.

After estimating the tea, he drove the wooden cart into a very large mansion. The door plaque of the mansion had two words: Chai Mansion.

After a while, the figure of a middle-aged man in gray appeared hurriedly at the door of the living room, carrying the tiger skin he had just bought.

In the living room, in addition to the Chai family's old man in his early sixties, there were two stout men. At a glance, you could tell that a hero from the Jianghu Dao. One of them clasped his fists to Mr. Chai and said, "Mr. Chai, thank you for your kind hospitality. I'm disturbing you. We brothers are going out for a walk."

Mr. Chai smiled and said, "You are polite, two heroes. Although I am not a man from the world, I know how to be convenient to others is to be convenient to myself. Besides, I just drink tea, eat, and make a point. Is it necessary to be so polite? As the saying goes, relying on parents at home and friends at home. When you go out, you are looking down on me. Don't you treat me as friends?"

Another man gave Mr. Chen a thumbs up and exclaimed: "It's no wonder that although the old man is not a man from the world, he makes friends all over the world and praises him for his praise. He has the reputation of Sai Mengchang, which is not unreasonable."

Mr. Chai smiled and said, "It's too good, too good, that, Jun Meng, huh, what are you holding in your hand?"

The middle-aged man in gray walked into the living room with tiger skins, walked to Mr. Chai and said, "Mr., you have cold legs. Every time the weather is back in summer, you have severe joint pain. Didn't you tell the villain to pay attention to the tiger skins? When I saw such a good tiger skin on the market just now, I bought it with him."

Mr. Chai looked happy, stretched out his hand to touch the tiger skin, looked at it carefully for a while, and frowned slightly, "Jun Meng, this tiger skin is a good tiger skin, but its effect is far less than that of the Yingzhujian."

The middle-aged man in gray clothes said, "Old man, that's a bad idea."

Mr. Chai was slightly stunned and said, "What's wrong?"

Jun Meng said: "Before buying this tiger skin, the villain once asked the old man who sold tiger skins. He said that the mountain in Yingzhu Jian was covered with miasma and could no longer enter."

Mr. Chai was stunned and said, "How come we have miasma? I have lived for more than 60 years and have never heard of it yet."

Jun Meng said: "That's not true, I think so too."

The two big men looked at each other and said, "Since the old man wants the tiger skin from the Eagle Beak Storm, we brothers will go and you can get it."

The two of them may not have a good time in the world, otherwise they would not be so depressed that they would have to enter the field of asking for help from Mr. Chai to eat and drink. This is because their martial arts have not yet entered the first-class realm and are not valued. However, for ordinary people, they are also extremely powerful. Even if they kill a few tigers with bare hands, they will definitely be a piece of cake.

Mr. Chai pondered and said, "Two heroes, can you study camphor poison?"

A man said: "A few years ago, I had encountered miasma invasion in the Sichuan and Shu area. Fortunately, I was treated by an elderly local man. He taught me that if I enter a miasma, I must wear a medicine bag made of herbs such as sandalwood, atractylodes, and woody fragrance to prevent miasma from invading. Although I have not used it yet, as far as I know, local residents do use it in this way."

Mr. Chai pondered and said, "Since that's the case, I'll buy it back on the market, but the two heroes must be careful. If they can't do it, don't force them to come back."

The two men nodded together and said, "Old man, we brothers can save us!"

According to ordinary people's speculation, since the outside is covered with miasma and the Yingzhu Ridge is deep in the mountains, it is even more intense and terrifying.

In fact, Yingzhu Ridge not only has no miasma, but also has elegant environments and picturesque scenery.

On one side of a cliff, the spring water flowed down, forming a waterfall, falling into the mountain stream, with a rustling sound of flowing water. Next to the mountain stream was a green grassy ground. A middle-aged man in yellow fir leaned against a big stone, sat cross-legged, close to his left side. A tiger with mottled patterns was leaning over and squatting as gentle as a cat. He stroked the tiger's back with his left hand, as if he was gently caressing his lover's skin.

The breeze blew, and his right arm sleeve swung, and it turned out that he had only one left hand left.

Yes, he was the "lightning sword" whose right arm was cut off by the flesh palm of the rebellious Master Bai.
Chapter completed!