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    "Ah!" With the cooperation of Ma Lian'er's scream, Yang Ling finished "Record of Wronged Ghosts", hey!  Really felt a sense of accomplishment, Ma Lian'er shrank in horror, like a little quail, and finally saved a little face for "A Chinese Journey to the West".

    Yang Ling smiled with satisfaction and looked at the white cave entrance. Although there was no sunshine yet, the cold air had brought a trace of morning breath.

    Ma Lian'er was still shivering in her robe, maybe she was cold or scared, Yang Ling patted her on the shoulder amusedly, and said, "It's dawn, we've made it through."

    "Dawn?" Ma Lian'er poked her head out of his embrace, greedily looking at the clear light at the entrance of the cave.  It's good when it's dawn, and you don't have to be afraid when it's dawn. I know a lot about this damn scholar's story, but the ghosts and demons are really refreshing.

    Yang Ling laughed secretly in his heart, and talked about the improved versions of "Ghost Record", "Sakura Blossom Soul", and "17 Boys' Dormitory" all night. To be honest, even he himself was a little hairy.

    Noticing the smile on his lips, Ma Lian'er gave him a bitter look, and said angrily, "Did you do it on purpose?"

    Yang Ling was taken aback, her attitude was not quite right, maybe it was because she had been lying in her arms for too long, one side of her cheek was reddened, her hair was disheveled, adding a bit of charming charm, like a wife who just woke up carelessly  , the coquettish expression is very moving.

    Yang Ling hurriedly turned around, moved his numb limbs, and slowly got out of the snow nest.  The night is like a net in the hands of a fisherman, it is slowly being disturbed, the sky and the earth are silvery gray, the sun has not yet come out, but the sky has turned white.

    It's so cold, so cold, without a ray of sunshine. For hungry people, it feels like going to hell. Looking around, you don't know where you are. There is no sunlight in the snow-covered mountains and forests, and you can't even tell the direction.

    Ma Lian'er also got out of the snow nest, looked around, and said happily: "Fortunately, it's not cloudy. Even though the sun hasn't come out, you can see the north, south, east, west, and north. Come with me. As long as we get out of the forest, we will have hope."  go back".

    It is impossible for the two of them to stay in the mountains and forests for another night, and they must leave as soon as possible while they still have the strength.  After a night of exhaustion, their physical strength was not as good as before, so the two had no choice but to support each other and walked slowly along a frozen stream with one foot deep and the other shallow.  Ma Lian'er walked side by side with him, like a pair of couples walking through the snow and looking for plums.

    The stream can no longer see its true colors, and the thick snow paved on it looks like a road winding among the mountains and forests. Only the occasional icy edge rising from the bank reminds people that this was once a lively river.  creek.  The breeze blows, and the snow foam on the tree pours into people's necks. Occasionally, there is the sound of birds flying over the trees.

    After walking for more than half an hour, the two left the dense forest and came to a snowy slope with sparse trees.  Looking up and looking around, stretching from the west to the northeast, the mountains that are not too high are scattered and undulating. Except for the gray and black trunks, the mountains are full of white and a silvery world.

    The first ray of sunlight gushed out, bringing warmth to the two of them.  Just as the two of them were about to continue walking forward in one go, a squirrel skipped past their eyes, stepped on a line of shallow footprints on the boundless snow, and dragged its big furry tail into a snow hole.

    Ma Lian'er was overjoyed, she quickly shook off Yang Ling's hand, ran over happily, lay down on the snow for a while, and then picked it up with her hands regardless of the cold.  Yang Ling followed with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "Miss, are you still catching squirrels at this time?"

    Ma Lian'er lay there like a puppy digging the snow, panting and said: "Big idiot, help me dig quickly, there must be food in the squirrel hole, several catties of grain can be produced in a squirrel hole,  Dig it out, even if we can't get out today, we won't starve to death."

    Yang Ling slapped his forehead, and dropped the stick in his hand to help dig. The two of them cleared away the snow first, and broke the stick three times before digging up the frozen soil. The squirrel had already escaped from another hole.  It was very deep, and Yang Ling reached in with his hand, rubbing the dirt on his cheeks, and finally took out many dried fruits such as hazelnuts, chestnuts, and hawthorns as he wished.

    The two knelt and sat on the snow to check the spoils excitedly.  Yang Ling picked up two chestnuts, wiped them on the front of his clothes, and handed one to Ma Lian'er. The two of them greedily gnawed off the peel, and chewed the frozen chestnuts until they were hard.

    Yang Ling looked at Ma Lian'er with a smile, chewing on the sweetness in his mouth, and was about to praise her a few words, when Ma Lian'er's face suddenly changed into snow white, Yang Ling followed her frightened eyes and looked behind him,  A heart sank immediately.  Wolf!  There were four wolves, bigger and stronger than the one seen yesterday.

    The four wolves approached the two of them step by step with brisk steps. Yang Ling suddenly stood up, and the four wolves moved forward one after the other.Forming a triangle and approaching step by step, the white fangs and ferocious gaze make people chill.

    Ma Lian'er also trembled and got up, looked desperately at the approaching wild wolf, and suddenly yelled: "Yang Ling!"

    Yang Ling was pulled by a strong force and turned around, meeting Ma Lian'er's flushed face and eyes with unknown emotions.  She rushed over, hugged Yang Ling tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Yang Ling, hold me!" She hugged Yang Ling tremblingly, searching for his lips with short breath.

    The four wolves paused for a moment because of the weird behavior of these two creatures. The head wolf let out a threatening low howl, and then gradually accelerated his pace, fifteen feet, ten feet, five feet, entering the prelude to hunting. Its strong and powerful rear  With a retraction of his legs, he was about to rise into the air.

    At this moment, there was a sound of "clank", and a sharp arrow flew out from nowhere, piercing through the abdomen of the wolf with a puff.  The arrows were very powerful, and the clusters of arrows came out and plunged into the snow. The wolf let out a long and miserable howl, and fell down on the snow with trembling limbs, and the blood was quickly stained red.

    Because of this miserable howl, the two of Yang Ling suddenly turned their heads to look, only to see the three wild wolves stopped in their tracks because of the arrow shot by the head wolf, roaring around to find the source of the threat, and turning around quickly  Well, the three wolves turned around and were about to run away.

    At this time, three sharp arrows shot out through the forest again, and shot the three wolves to the ground one by one with great accuracy. The smallest wolf was rolled out by the arrows, and its body jumped into the air.  Then he fell to the ground and lost his breath.

    Yang Ling and Ma Lian'er were both surprised and happy, and looked up and down for the savior.  The hillside was covered in white, dazzled by the rising sun, Yang Ling squinted his eyes, and soon found a few figures under a few birch trees on the side of the slope, walking towards the two people step by step.

    There were four people in total. In front of the head was a burly, burly man wearing a gray-blue straight gown. He was probably in his early forties. A piece of tattered animal skin was draped across his upper body. He was carrying a hunting bow and holding a  Iron fork.

    The oldest of the three people in the back is in his early twenties, holding a bow and carrying three or four golden pheasants with long feathers hunting and trembling in the wind. The youngest is a tiger-headed little guy with a round red face.  , but as strong as a stone pier.

    He was only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a ragged sheepskin jacket, carrying a bow on his back, leading a wounded deer deer with a rope in his hand, struggling with his short legs in the knee-thick snow.  As he walked, he would turn around from time to time and use the stick in his hand to knock on the buttocks of the deer that refused to walk.

    The rather handsome young man in his early 20s gave Yang Ling and the other two amiable glances, and beckoned to another young man who was younger than him and only had some light hair on his lips to clean up the wolf carcass and pull out the arrow from the wolf carcass.  He wiped the blood on the fur of the wolf with an arrow, inserted it back into the quiver, and slapped the wolf that was still breathing hard, and then took out the rope to tie the legs of the four wolves together.

    The middle-aged man walked up to Yang Ling and the two of them, and looked them up and down, only to see that the two men had their faces covered with mud, but looked like scholars, and the women's clothes were messy, but their clothes were exquisite, and their facial features were not like those in the mountains.  People, he asked suspiciously: "Who are you? Why did you come here in the wild forest of Wuzhaling?"

    Yang Ling saw that he was full of beards. Although he was rough and uneducated, he had a straight nose and a square mouth, but he looked upright, and he was a little relieved. However, in this barren mountain, he still kept his eyes open, and he didn't dare to look at the strong elephant like a mountain.  The big man tells the truth.

    He clasped his hands and said, "We our brothers and sisters were on their way to visit relatives at Jiming Post. We encountered officers and soldiers fighting with Tartars on the way, so we escaped here. Thank you uncle for saving your life."

    "Hee hee, brothers and sisters? This big brother, I saw you kissing just now," said the tiger-headed little guy who chased after him at some point, stomping on the snow.  He wore leggings with thousands of layers of waves, and tied two pieces of animal skins on top. His figure, which was not originally short, became short and stubby, which was very cute.

    The faces of Yang Ling and Ma Lian'er turned red, and the middle-aged man yelled: "Don't talk nonsense, go and help your brother tie up the prey."

    The little guy stuck out his tongue, and said unconvinced: "Well, they kissed, I saw it, my elder brother saw it, my second brother saw it, and my father saw it too".

    The big man kicked the mumbling little guy on the ass, and laughed and cursed: "Little bastard, you are the only one who talks too much, and I will punish you not to eat when you go back!"  , and said: "My surname is Han, and I am a hunter in the mountains. Who are you two?"
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