Hunting Tigers

Chen Qinglin couldn't be bothered with such matters, nor could he manage them.

In both his past and present lives, Chen Qinglin had never been particularly sensitive to emotions, nor did he have much experience. He didn't quite understand the thought processes of such people.

"What, you like her, and she likes him, but he doesn't like her, he likes her!" Chen Qinglin found such melodramatic, soap-opera plots to be commonplace.

To Chen Qinglin, practicing his sword was far more substantial. With no woman in his heart, his sword naturally became divine.

After receiving his benefits and drinking, Chen Qinglin went to the courtyard to practice his sword techniques. He could feel his blood and qi being tempered faster, and his strength had improved.

It was a pity that while the martial arts hall could guarantee meat, resources for tempering the body were meant to be shared among everyone, so there wasn't much to go around. Even with money, there was nowhere to buy them.

Chen Qinglin shook his head and focused on practicing his sword.

+1,+1,+1...

Chen Qinglin savored this simple, uneventful life.

Alas, how could life be without a little surprise!

In the afternoon, Fourth Senior Brother Li Lin walked in and told him that someone from Linhe Village was looking for him. Chen Qinglin went out and saw that it was his Uncle Chen Liangyuan, who was talking with Chen Qingshi.

Chen Qinglin turned back and spoke to Li Lin, and the three of them walked towards their living quarters.

"Uncle, why are you here?" Chen Qinglin asked, slightly puzzled as they walked.

"Alas, Er Niu from the village is dead. A Great Worm has appeared in the mountain behind our village. Er Niu ran into it while chopping firewood on the mountain. Alas...!"

"The village chief sent me to find you, to ask for help from the martial arts hall to deal with that Great Worm in Linhe Village. The village will gather the funds for the martial arts hall master's fee."

"With that Great Worm around now, everyone is panicking, afraid that the Great Worm will enter the village one day." Chen Liangyuan also sounded a little flustered as he spoke.

"Uncle, don't panic. I can resolve this matter." Chen Qinglin's heart settled slightly after hearing the reason.

It was just an ordinary fierce beast. Even if it was a tiger, with Chen Qinglin's current strength and a bow with at least three stones of draw weight, there wouldn't be any problem.

"Qinglin, you can't be reckless. This could lead to serious trouble," Chen Liangyuan said, thinking Chen Qinglin was being overconfident and quickly trying to dissuade him.

"Trust me, Uncle. Even if I can't kill the Great Worm, I can retreat safely. There won't be any danger."

"However, I will need a good bow." Without a strong bow, Chen Qinglin might not be able to defeat a tiger, but self-preservation would be no problem.

It was just that a tiger's muscle density was too high, and he didn't have a sharp enough sword. Otherwise, with a long sword in hand, he could take down a fierce tiger.

If all else fails, I'll just slide...

Chen Liangyuan was half-believing, half-doubting. He didn't know much about martial artists, only that they were very powerful. Out of concern for his nephew, he couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Moreover, he had already learned from Chen Qingshi that this nephew was already a martial artist, and asking others for help was the same as asking his own nephew for help.

"Don't worry, Uncle." After speaking, he took the two people to the blacksmith shop at the end of the street.

At the blacksmith shop at the end of the street, the blacksmith's surname was Cao. He was tall and was currently holding a hammer high, then smashing it down with all his might, sending sparks flying.

Every strike landed precisely on the anvil, like the beat in a musical movement, full of rhythm.

As a few people walked into the blacksmith shop, a youth of about fifteen or sixteen came to greet them.

"What do you guests need?"

"Do you have any bows above three stone?"

"Yes, we have three stone, four stone, and a five stone bow. Which type do you need?"

"What are the prices for these bows?"

"Three stone is eight hundred wen, four stone is one thousand three hundred wen, and the five stone bow is two thousand wen."

"Bring out the four stone and five stone bows to have a look."

"Guests, please follow me inside."

Saying that, he led Chen Qinglin into the shop to look at the bows and arrows. Chen Qinglin tried both bows. The youth looked at Chen Qinglin.

"If the guest buys the five stone bow, it comes with 12 Fine Iron Arrows."

"..." He was being taken advantage of. He only had four or five taels of silver on him, and this would cost half of it.

However, a craftsman must first sharpen his tools to do his work well! If you don't spend money, you won't catch a tiger.

"I'll take this five stone bow!"

After paying the money and taking the bow and arrows, he also received a quiver. Chen Qinglin was not dissatisfied.

He also bought some small trinkets, and after packing his things, he returned to Linhe Village with Chen Liangyuan.

Linhe Village.

He brought back some gifts for his parents, younger brother, and younger sister. The family had dinner together harmoniously.

Chen Xiaoxiao and Chen Qingyun were playfully teasing each other. Soon, Chen Xiaoxiao's crying could be heard.

Yang Xiu, their Old Mother, who was both unskilled and loved to play, was scolding Chen Qingyun while holding Chen Xiaoxiao, who was constantly making excuses.

Chen Liangwu and Chen Qinglin sat aside talking. The father and son were clearly accustomed to this scene at home.

Chen Liangwu looked at his eldest son. Since going to town, he had become more and more mature, and their father-son conversations had become more frequent.

The next day, Chen Qinglin entered the great mountains. A few Chen Clan members waited outside the forest for news.

"Do you think that Wu family kid can really kill that Great Worm..."

"I heard Li Er Niu can't even find his corpse now."

"Who isn't saying that..."

Deep in the mountains.

In the dense forest, ancient trees towered, their twisted branches like coiled dragons, making the forest even more mysterious.

Chen Qinglin walked along a winding path, surrounded by bushes covered in a thin mist.

The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and in the distance, a patch of bare rock covered in moss could be seen, as if telling stories of time.

Chen Qinglin searched for tiger tracks along the way, following them deeper into the mountains.

Villagers usually didn't venture too deep into the mountains to chop firewood, and they wouldn't encounter tigers from too far away.

Chen Qinglin searched carefully, then suddenly stopped, hearing a slight movement.

He hid among the treetops, concealing his figure.

In the dense jungle, he focused his gaze and saw a colossal figure emerging.

Following its gaze, he realized it was a wild boar eating alone.

This dead pig, it seemed its brothers wouldn't need to call it for meals anymore.

A fierce tiger lay in ambush deep in the jungle.

Suddenly, a swift figure darted through, like a fleeting lightning bolt, charging out without hesitation and biting down on the wild boar's throat!!

The wild boar let out a scream, struggling in pain, but it couldn't escape the tiger's jaws, ending its life in terror.

The tiger pressed the wild boar's body with its powerful front paws, opening its bloody maw and tearing at the flesh.

Its mouth gradually loosened, and drops of blood slid from its lips, its eyes revealing brutality and satisfaction.

Chen Qinglin became even more patient, quietly waiting for it to finish eating, looking for the best shooting angle.

The bowstring twanged like thunder, and the muffled sound of the bow echoed through the forest.

Accompanying it were the tiger's screams and roars, uncontrollable, its growls like thunder! A Fine Iron Arrow pierced its left eye!

Before it could even see its enemy, another Fine Iron Arrow entered its mouth as it roared, the powerful force directly penetrating its skull and exiting the other side!!!

The roaring stopped abruptly, and then, only a whimpering sound remained. The Great Worm lay in the forest, its tiger eyes filled with confusion, and it closed them with reluctance.

Letting you eat your fill before dying, you can be considered a well-fed ghost, Chen Qinglin thought, feeling quite merciful.

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