Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 7: Tiger Slaying

Below Xu Fu's words, there is a string of more than 20 fist-sized caves. These caves are completely natural one by one, and there is no trace of hand-made. Inside each cave is a roll of bamboo slips.

Wu Mian picked up a roll of bamboo slips, opened it and glanced at it, and his eyes were caught in the bamboo slips and couldn't get out. The bamboo slips recorded the use of several techniques, which, let alone Wu Mian, were unheard of even by the master alchemist. However, even if the manager saw it with his own eyes, he would not have the strength to display the spells on the bamboo slips.

After reading for a while, Wu Mian opened several other scrolls of bamboo slips. All of them are the experience of alchemists, but none of the bamboo slips record the methods of their own cultivation. This can be regarded as Xu Fu's backhand. If someone broke in by accident, at most, they would only swept away the gold in the cave, and would not be interested in these exercises that they did not understand at all.

For Wu Mian, the content of these bamboo slips is still a bit esoteric. After a whole night, he only understood a few superficial techniques in the first volume of bamboo slips. Ten days later, Wu Mian learned a small part of the magic techniques in the scroll of bamboo slips, but when it comes to mastering it, it is still a long way off.

According to Wu Mian's idea, he would go down the mountain after fully mastering the techniques recorded on the bamboo slips, but on the morning of the tenth day, he had finished all the dry food he had prepared at the foot of the mountain. Although Wu Mian's current physique has been able to survive just like this, he has never practiced bigu after all. After another day and a half, he was already hungry and distracted, and he began to lose his mind when reciting the bamboo slips. Wu Mian had no choice but to put the bamboo slips back where they were, and took a piece of gold cake out of the cave, ready to go back first. At the foot of the mountain, buy more food and come back to study the techniques on the bamboo slips again.

Just as Wu Mian stepped out of the cave, a fishy smell unique to beasts rushed to his face. I could only hear a low growl in my ear, and then a huge figure rushed towards Wu Mian.

Tiger! Wu Mian was shocked. He never thought that such a big mountain could really meet the big worm mentioned by Lao Tingchang's mouth. While he was busy, he didn't have time to sell the techniques he had just learned, so he could only hide his head and folded his hands to protect the key points. He had just taken this pose when the tiger was already in front of him, and Wu Mian was thrown directly by the huge impact, and then he opened his **** mouth and bit Wu Mian's neck.

Wu Mian understands that although he is immortal now, but his head is bitten off, 80% will not survive. In the panic, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the tiger's neck and tried to break it upwards. He heard a strange sound of "click" in the helix. Wu Mian broke the tiger's head, and the back of the tiger's head was strangely attached to the tiger's back. superior.

The tiger is worthy of being the king of beasts, and even when his neck was broken, he didn't lose his temper on the spot. After a whimper, he let go of Wu Mian and ran out without bounds. It's a pity that this tiger can't see anything but the sky now. It didn't run far before it hit a big tree with its neck. After falling to the ground, it was powerless and fell to the ground and kept twitching for a while. stop.

Wu Mian stood up from the ground. The wound that was scratched by the tiger was healing at a speed that the naked eye could see. Looking at the tiger from a distance, he waited until it was completely exhausted before walking over and dragging the dead tiger to the entrance of the cave. Wu Mian didn't have anything to hand, so he could only tear off the tiger skin with his bare hands, and then divide the tiger meat into several parts with his hands.

Fortunately, the wood here is everywhere, and Wu Mian dragged back a dead tree nearby. After breaking it into pieces, I took a kindling thing and ignited it. For a whole afternoon, he did nothing else, roasting several hundred catties of tiger meat into dry food. With these tiger meat, Wu Mian endured more than two months in the cave.

It's been nearly three months since I hit that weird white-haired young man up the mountain. The people at the foot of the mountain have almost forgotten the weird man they saw three months ago. It was another big fair on the fifteenth day of the month, and the old pavilion was still going around the market as usual. Just when he was about to turn around and was about to go home to drink two cups, a noise behind him attracted his attention.

A white-haired young man in tiger's skin was walking down the mountain road. Although the man's clothes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen, from his snow-white hair, the old pavilion was still At a glance, he recognized that he was the eccentric who went up the mountain from here three months ago.

Just when Lao Ting Chang was in a daze, the white-haired young man also saw him, then walked over a few steps, put the whole tiger skin on Lao Ting Chang's body, and said: "Change A full meal, why?"

The old pavilion was stunned for a while before he understood Wu Mian's words. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. In addition, the tiger skin was not cleaned up cleanly, and a **** aura went straight to the forehead of the old pavilion, which made it even more certain that it was cheap to find the door.

"Is this big bug killed by your little brother?" Although there was no other person in front of him, the old pavilion said a nonsense.

Wu Mian said in his unique tone: "It's not me—" Before the old Ting Chang's surprised expression was fully expressed, the white-haired little brother immediately followed: "Is it still you? "

Although the words of the white-haired brother are a bit choking, the old pavilion can only swallow his breath for the sake of tiger skin. The old pavilion gave a dry laugh and said: "Then you are a hero of fighting tigers, let alone a meal. I don't care about your meal for a month. It happened to be the fifteenth day. Yesterday evening, the hunters fought. Bison, just got out of the soup pot."

Speaking, he took the tiger skin off his body, and said to the half-eldest man behind him, "God idiot, go, talk to the old sixth in the soup pot. The best bison beef is here. We sent ten catties from our store..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Mian suddenly said, "Fifty pounds!"

Lao Tingchang swallowed and spit, looked at Wu Mian with wide eyes and said, "Then what... 50 pounds, can you eat it?"

Compared to a whole tiger skin, fifty pounds of beef is really nothing. The old pavilion gritted his teeth and agreed.

Lao Tingchang's home is the only restaurant in a radius of dozens of miles. Although the country wild restaurant can't provide any decent food, it is already a great business in the local area. After taking Wu Mian to his own restaurant, the old pavilion shouted at the counter: "The guests are here, everyone is busy, let's cook the fried noodles and scrambled eggs! Cut some pickles first, and my brother and I will drink a couple of taels."

While speaking, he went behind the counter himself. He took out a wine jar, gave Wu Mian to a table, first gave Wu Mian a bowl of dirty wine, and then gave himself a bowl. A young man brought over a few plates of pre-cut appetizers. At this time, there are no vegetables in the local area, but all kinds of pickles that have been pickled before winter. At this time, the back stove was already dinging, and a fragrance wafted out after a while.

The old pavilion didn't let Wu Mian, so he first picked up a chopstick to pickle the radish, bit it in his mouth, then took a sip of the wine and said to Wu Mian: "Little brother, there is nothing good. Everything is eaten in the countryside, if you are used to it, you can take two bites, if you are not used to it, you can sit for a while, and the beef and noodles will come up in a while.”

Seeing that Wu Mian had no interest in pickles and turbid wine, the old pavilion urged the man on the stove, and then began to use Wu Mian's words: "I said little brother, you don't look like us in Liaodong. People here. What have you been doing in Yanshan for three months? You killed this tiger yourself? I have no other intentions, just ask, the gentlemen of the government office will ask, and I am somewhat correct. You Do you know, the pavilion chief is not good at work these days..."

From the beginning to the end, it was the old pavilion who spoke by himself, and Wu Mian just looked at him like that, and didn't plan to say a word. In the end, Mr. Ting really had nothing to say. He suddenly patted the table, looked at Wu Mian, and shouted, "Is the noodle cake okay?"

Not long after the old pavilion shouted, the multigrain flour cakes and the sliced ​​large plate of wild beef from the back stove were considered to be a relief for the old pavilion. What is rare is that a plate of scrambled eggs was brought out together. The guy who served the dishes explained: "First cut five catties of beef for the men to drink. The rest of the beef is warmed on the stove with the original soup. After eating, the chef on the stove cuts it again, saving the condensed oil."

"No need." Wu Mian finally opened his mouth and said, "Wrap up everything on the table and the rest of the beef. I'll take it with me"

The old pavilion had just picked up a piece of beef, and before he could put it in his mouth, he heard Wu Mian's words. He frowned at that moment, and the anger he had just suppressed rekindled, he looked at Wu Mian and said, "Little brother, we agreed to take care of your meal, how much you eat, I recognize it, but I didn't say that you are wrapped Take it away..."

He still didn't finish his words, when he saw the white-haired brother took out two yellow round cakes and threw them in the pickle dish. With a "bang" sound, the pickle plate was smashed. Then Wu Mian threw out another piece of gold cake and said, "I'll give you two more"

Gold! Lao Tingchang's eyes straightened, and his lips trembled involuntarily. He picked up a piece of golden cake and took a bite, almost breaking his teeth, but before he could laugh out loud, he heard Wu Mian say, "This is for your beef and noodles."

The old pavilion stared at Wu Mian blankly, and said at a loss: "This is one hundred taels of gold, how can I find it?"

Wu Mian glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "Who said I wanted you to look for it?" After hearing Wu Mian's words, the old pavilion stood up from the chair excitedly, without thinking that Wu Mian would continue to say : "Press the cabinet, and then continue to spend later, remember my face..."