Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

The ancient city gate of Taiping County stood tall, and the weak sunlight of winter penetrated the thick clouds, casting dim light and shadows in the gate.

The cold wind surged from the open space outside the city gate, and wisps of it kept drilling into the city gate.

The moment Shen Qing stepped into the city gate, the winter cold rushed towards him, making Shen Xiaohu and Zhang Shuyuan both shrink their necks.

After walking out of the ancient city gate, the cold wind gradually stopped.

The familiar scene appeared in front of Shen Qing and the other three again.

The bumpy ground, the black snow water mixed with mud...

The surroundings were made up of various materials, and there were dense shanties that could not be seen at a glance.

The paths between the shanties were narrow and muddy, and the figures of children running and the sporadic hawking were intertwined, adding a bit of the reality and noise of life to this bleak scene.

It was already afternoon, and there were fewer people entering the city.

Most of the guards standing at the gate had nothing to do, and there was no other fee to leave the city.

After the guards' eyes lingered on Shen Qing for a short time, they retracted their gazes and let him go.

When they arrived at the shantytown, Shen Qing, who was sitting on the cart, immediately became alert.

He looked sideways and saw Shen Xiaohu with a stern face, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Something was wrong, so he reminded him: "Xiaohu, don't be so tense, people will think we have something valuable. Relax a little and be alert in your heart."

"Okay." Shen Xiaohu was stunned when he heard the words, and realized that he was a little too nervous. He quickly withdrew his thoughts and did as he was told.

Zhang Shuyuan held the reins in his hand, glanced at Shen Qing and smiled: "You are really smart. If anyone in this outer city targets you, it will be bad luck."

"Better safe than sorry." Shen Qing said casually: "When you are out in the world, you are unfamiliar with the place. It is always good to be cautious."

Zhang Shuyuan smiled and waved the long whip in his hand: "Go!"

The little horse shook its hips and couldn't help but speed up.

The cart made of several broken wooden boards also accelerated under the traction of the horse, constantly passing by the door of the shanty houses.

On the cart, some rice bought by Shen Qing was tied tightly with hemp rope and covered with rough linen, but it still attracted the attention of many people.

Those who went in and out of the shantytown, whether they were busy adults or strolling children, slowed down their pace unconsciously whenever Shen Qing passed by, and their eyes were involuntarily attracted by the goods piled on the cart.

As we walked deeper into the outer city, there were more and more people.

They looked at Shen Qing openly or secretly, whispering to each other, curiosity and greed flashing in their eyes, as if those goods were a bright spot in this chaotic world.

A subtle atmosphere gradually filled the air.

A young man leaning against the door of a shed, wearing shorts and crossing his arms.

When Shen Qing and others passed by him, he put away his casual expression, turned back to the house, and said to a sturdy man in the house: "A stranger just passed by, old man, do you want to do it?"

The sturdy man named Lao Bazi threw away the chicken leg that had been gnawed, and several boys who had been waiting on the side started to snatch it like wild dogs.

One of the boys who was slightly taller grabbed the chicken leg bone, ran out of the back door, and soon disappeared.

The other half-grown children chased him madly.

"Hahaha." The sturdy man said with a greasy mouth, looking a little proud. He said: "Have you found out the details? Where did he come from? Is he related to those big shots in the city?"

"When the stranger went in this morning, Lao Gou asked someone to find out. He should be back soon."

"Send someone to keep an eye on him. When they are about to leave Qiguai Lane, no matter Lao Gou has received the letter or not, we will take action."

"I understand. If you can't find out after a long time of investigation, he must be a rootless person."

The old man nodded and said: "By the way, Ba Ye recently sent a message saying that Song Dongjia is looking for some mountain delicacies to give his young masters to attack Wuguan. You let the brothers below pay attention to the hunters who have entered the city recently to see if there are those things."

"Ba Ye said." The old man showed a bit of yearning on his face: "If anyone can find it, he can be guaranteed to be rich and enter the inner city."

"Old man, tell me quickly, what are the three things?" The young man said in surprise.

The old man said slowly: "Blood bird's nest, jade deer tendon and tiger king whip."

"Alas... I only know one whip, I have never heard of the others." The young man said: "I will tell my brothers about this later."

"Well, arrange it as soon as possible."

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After the breakthrough in hunting skills, Shen Qing has already mastered some small skills such as identification and tracking, and is very sensitive to the surrounding environment.

Just as they were moving forward and passing through the shantytown, he always felt that every time they passed a section of the road, there would be a vague gaze staring at them.

As a hunter, his intuition told him that he was being watched.

Shen Qing lowered his voice and said to Shen Xiaohu and Zhang Shuyuan: "Speed ​​up, we are being watched."

"Ah!"

Shen Xiaohu exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down. Don't alert the snake."

"Oh oh."

Shen Xiaohu hurriedly stabilized his mentality.

Zhang Shuyuan, who always didn't care, rarely took it seriously at this time.

"Pa pa pa!"

Zhang Shuyuan didn't feel any pity when he beat someone else's horse.

He whipped the little horse three times in a row, hitting its hindquarters, leaving three bloody marks.

The little horse felt the pain and suddenly accelerated and ran forward.

When Shen Qing and the other two passed by a bald man, the bald man called a teenager and said, "Tell the old man and the others that the fat sheep will soon arrive at Qiguai Lane."

"Okay."

In a shanty in the outer city, a teenager wearing straw sandals ran over and rushed in, panting and saying, "Old man, they are almost at Qiguai Lane. Do you want to do it?"

"Is there no news from Lao Gou?" The old man asked the young man in straw sandals beside him.

"Not yet."

"Never mind, notify the brothers to start."

"Okay. I see that they don't have much stuff on the cart. Should we cripple the three people first and then sell them to the pawnshop? We can make a lot of money."

"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, you can't lose 40% of my share afterwards." The muscles of the old man suddenly tensed up, and the blood in his body surged, urging his muscles to swell up, like a tumor attached to his body, exuding a sense of pressure.

Qi and blood are perfect!

The young man who spoke took a step back and said hurriedly: "Old man, the brothers know the rules, and your share will not be lost."

"Don't worry, brothers, if you get into trouble, I will also stand up for you." The old man collected his momentum: "Go!"

The young man nodded heavily and ran towards Qiguai Lane, his figure gradually disappeared among the many shanties.