Yang's rise: gnawing on Sun Chengxian

"Hongyuan, how are you?"

"did you find it?"

Seeing Yang Hongyuan coming back, a group of people asked eagerly without waiting for Yang Hongyuan to speak.

"Fortunately, I have found the rosin pig's nest."

Although everyone had expected it, they were relieved when they heard it from Yang Hongyuan himself.

"Everyone, have a good rest now. We will get up in the middle of the night to dig traps there and prepare to hunt two adult pigs." Yang Hongyuan stopped the lively crowd. After all, they had arranged hard work for them in the evening.

"Hey, ho, drink."

"Be gentle, be gentle, don't wake up."

"Hurry up, hurry up, finish it before dawn."

Along with the muffled and rough breathing, a trace of heat was brought to Jinping Mountain shrouded in the night. I saw four or five people scattered in twos and threes above the cliff, each holding his own sword and doing something. The work of cutting down trees and digging soil.

The teenagers were exhausted and sweating profusely, but they were all very motivated. Under Yang Hongyuan's various hunting theory guidance and Yang Hao's practical guidance, they dug traps around the cliff.

At this time, Yang Hongyuan was walking around the cliff, his weak spiritual consciousness spreading out, exploring the surroundings, including the cunning rabbit's three burrows. Although this was a pig, Yang Hongyuan still had to take precautions.

Yang Hongyuan didn't expect that a few of them would run away by then. Those were jade coins that were rattling. "Hey," Yang Hongyuan looked behind a bush behind the cliff. Yang Hongyuan concentrated his spiritual sense on it and saw a deep black hole. Sure enough, he found something.

The bright moon did not know when to retreat, and there was a trace of light on the horizon. Yang Hongyuan only found this suspicious place after repeated explorations, and then turned and returned in the direction of everyone.

"Uncle Hao, Uncle Qi, how are you?"

"Hongyuan, everything is fine. We have dug deep pits in the sparse forest on the cliff. As long as the Rosin Pig comes out, it is guaranteed not to escape." Yang Hao said with confidence.

"That's good, but I'm worried that when the time comes to hunt one, it will disturb the rest of the fragrant pigs. We..." A thin voice kept coming out, mixed with the voices of everyone.

The crystal dewdrops condensed on the tops of the leaves, reflecting the surrounding scenery, like a small world. The birds' chirping was crisp and clear, and the "humming" sound broke into the tranquility. However, you can feel a sense of leisure from the sound. artistic conception.

There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by a louder howl.

"Ouch!" Another group of birds started up, and at the same time, many children scattered seven or eight miles away woke up from their sleep, picked up the swords around them and looked around with vigilant faces.

Amidst the screams of pigs, the vines at the bottom of the cliff were pushed open, and a pig's head stretched out, looking around with vigilance, and then disappeared into the vines.

About half an hour later, the originally loud howl of the pig was reduced to a low moan. Tengman was opened again, and this time the female Rosin Pig jumped out of the bottom of the cliff and slowly screamed towards the boar. direction.

Finally, the sow pine pig reached the edge of the pit. She probably didn't move much along the way. She also saw the boar at the bottom of the pit being pierced by the sharp wood in the pit, so she couldn't help but walk back and forth on the edge of the pit.

The urgency and helplessness can be heard in the cry of "Hmph, humch".