(Dear book friends, I have been taken to do management training recently. I will have to write the new chapter later. Sorry. Thank you for your recommendation from Brother Xuanxin.)

The two of them lie in the daytime and walk at night, consciously carrying water to walk in places with a lot of water to cover up their body odor and beware of foxes tamed by Li Meixian. Guizhou has many mountains, dense forests, streams, and few-peed swamps can be seen sometimes. Especially in some valleys that are wet and lush, fatal miasma is also derived. Once humans and beasts enter it, they will be poisoned and died. Yi Wufeng knows the power of miasma, and guides Hu Qingpeng to bypass these death-for-life zones and head towards the southwest.

The two of them walked in the mountains for several days with the guidance of the stars and finally arrived at the edge of the woods. At this time, the crescent moon hung on the treetops, and everything was quiet, but the sound of frogs and insects sounded. Under the moonlight, a winding stream appeared in the grass, reflecting a faint silver light. The shrubs of different heights were blown by the wind, dancing in the dark like monsters.

Hu Qingpeng couldn't help but raise his hand to the sky and sighed: "Oh my God, I finally walked out of this forest and saw the sun again!" The huge mosquitoes, leeches and spiders in the forest were as numerous as cow's hair, which could not be driven away and killed continuously. It was a terrible nightmare. Thinking of the countless mosquitoes that died of sucking their own poisonous blood, he was still scared.

Yi Wufeng smiled and said, "I wonder if Li Meixian and the others have found the right direction? If they get lost, they will never be able to get out."

Hu Qingpeng made a face and smiled and said, "It's better not to see their faces!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind. A strong black shadow flew over the bush and landed beside the stream. It turned out to be a tall and ferocious leopard. It was still holding a soft object in its mouth. When he looked closely, it turned out to be a young child from the mountain, and blood kept dripping to the ground. The leopard accidentally ran into a stranger. In a shock, he raised his back hair, stared at his terrifying green eyes, and made a low roar.

Hu Qingpeng was furious and shouted, "Beast, you dare to hurt someone's life!" He rushed forward with a single palm up and slapped the leopard's forehead.

The leopard probably had never seen a human who dared to fight it with empty hands. He was arrogant and wouldn't he give in easily? He turned his head and shook the child away, and suddenly rushed forward with force. His white teeth bit Hu Qingpeng's throat. A pair of deadly claws pressed against his chest at the same time, and there was still eye-catching blood left on the tip of his claws. Hu Qingpeng sneered, suddenly jumped to a high place, stomping on its back with a heavy foot. The leopard howled, and his spine broke and fell to the ground like mud. Before it could figure out what was going on, he was hit by a palm on the back of his head, his skull shattered, and he died immediately.

Hu Qingpeng didn't relieve his anger and kicked it hard before walking to the child. The child was about five or six years old, with a pair of knee-length shorts on his lower body, and silver jewelry on his wrist. The patterns were very delicate and beautiful. The wound on his neck was deep and bones were visible. He obviously couldn't survive. He felt sorry for him and slowly closed his eyes full of terrifying expressions for him and whispered: "Jess Feng, do you know which copycat he is? I want to send him back to his mother."

Yi Wufeng said, "No need, look there!"

Hu Qingpeng looked up and saw a string of torches lit up on the hillside in the distance, running quickly, and chaotic shouts came from the wind. After a while, dozens of Miao men flocked to them. They were rough and strong, simple in costumes, holding primitive bows and arrows and spears, and they ran for a long time, and everyone was sweating profusely. These people saw the corpses of the young child and the leopard, and all showed sad expressions. The head of a man in his forties came out and asked in half-baked official words: "Guests from afar, did you kill this leopard that eats people?"

Hu Qingpeng nodded and said, "Yes, I killed this leopard."

The man turned around and said something, suddenly raised his right hand, and everyone cheered with him. The man said excitedly: "Dear guest, you have eliminated the leopard that eats people for us, and are the savior of our parody and the warrior sent by the mountain god! On behalf of my father, I sincerely invite you and your companions to visit our parody! We will welcome you with the most fragrant rice wine, the sweetest glutinous rice cake, and the most sincere smile."

Hu Qingpeng smiled and said, "We are deeply honored to be invited so enthusiastically. Thank you!"

The man was the eldest son of the leader of the village, named Lan Aqiang. He directed everyone to lift the young child and the leopard, surrounded Hu and Yi on the road. When everyone found that the leopard had no external injuries and had been killed by the skull, he could not believe his eyes. His eyes looked at Hu Qingpeng were full of respect and admiration. They had never imagined that someone in the world could kill a cruel and agile leopard with bare hands!

The group returned to the mountain village in a mighty manner, and the young child's parents were naturally very sad, but the others were all happy to see that the great trouble had been eliminated. With everyone's efforts to stay, Hu Qingpeng and Yi Wufeng stayed overnight.

The next night, all the people from the mountain village gathered together, lit a bonfire, and held a grand dinner. The leopard was peeled and placed on the fire to barbecue. The fragrance of oil fluttered in the wind, making people salivate. Everyone sat on the ground regardless of their superiority and inferiority, drinking and singing loudly. The atmosphere was extremely warm. During the meal, there were young Miao girls singing and performing. Their dances were either unrestrained and touching, or fresh and simple, which opened Hu Qingpeng's eyes. All Miao girls wore exquisite and gorgeous silver jewelry, with a tube skirt, and cloth leggings, just revealing a piece of plump and smooth thigh skin, which became more and more seductive when they were beating.

Lan Aqiang has a generous personality and is a straightforward mountain man. He grinned and said, "Brother Hu, are our girls in the mountains beautiful?"

Hu Qingpeng was dazzled and subconsciously said, "Beautiful, of course beautiful! It turns out that the mountains and rivers are even more beautiful!" Before he finished speaking, Yi Wufeng secretly twisted his thighs, which made him gasp in the air conditioner and hurriedly sat upright.

Lan Aqiang pointed to the girl leading the dance and said proudly: "That is my daughter A Jiao, the most beautiful girl in the entire village, a lark who can only sing and dance well! Do you like her?" The girl's appearance is beautiful, her eyebrows are like crescent moons, her bright big eyes are like morning stars, fair skin, slim figure, and her slender waist is very soft, swaying with an attractive rhythm. Her dancing posture is sometimes like a phoenix flying, sometimes like a spirit bird playing in the water, sometimes like a mountain flower swaying, full of natural breath, which is unforgettable.

Puff! Hu Qingpeng had just drunk halfway through the rice wine and said carefully: "Miss Jiao and I don't know each other, so it's not up to you or not. Come on, let's do three more bowls!" He hurriedly took advantage of the opportunity to persuade him to drink and tried to get over this topic. Yi Wufeng sat next to him and watched, and with the courage he had no idea "like"!

Lan Aqiang patted his shoulder and smiled, "You Han people, the biggest disadvantage is that they are not honest and straightforward enough. They clearly like what they like in their hearts, but they refuse to admit it! It's not like us people in the mountains, they say whatever they think!" Suddenly, "Giao Jiao, come and treat Hu Yingxiong with a bowl of wine!"

Hu Qingpeng called out awfulness, but saw a flash of beautiful figure flashing, and a unique body fragrance of a girl rushed towards him. The beautiful Miao girl jumped in front of her, looked at him boldly with a hot gaze, and said in a delicate voice: "Dad, can Brother Hu drink?" Hu Qingpeng rode a tiger and avoided her gaze unnaturally, raised the wine bowl and said: "Miss Jiao, please!" Unexpectedly, A Jiao suddenly snatched the wine bowl from his hand, raised his head and drank half, handed back the remaining half of the wine to him, and said provocatively: "Do you dare to drink?" Hu Qingpeng smiled and said: "Isn't it just half a bowl of wine? Why don't I dare!" He raised his neck and poured the wine straight into his throat.

The people around him were quiet, and suddenly there were strange screams and applause, and most of the men's eyes showed a jealousy. Gillian's face turned red and she said softly: "I'll come to you later!" She twisted her slender waist and rushed back to the girls.

Lan Aqiang gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brother Hu, you not only have extraordinary magical power, but also have extraordinary courage. You are a man!"

Hu Qingpeng was inexplicably surprised. Seeing the people around him smiling, he felt a little strange. He couldn't help but look at Yi Wufeng, but when he saw her face Rubian, he felt even more uneasy. At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd. A young Miao family walked to Hu Qingpeng's seat with two machetes in his hand and said in a stiff official language: "I want to challenge you!" After that, he threw the knife to the ground with a clang, "Dao, you choose first!" He was sturdy, handsome and tall, with jealousy and anger on his brilliance, and his eyes almost spurted out of fire.

Suddenly, the mountain people laughing and dancing suddenly became quiet, and the girls retreated one after another, leaving a clearing. Most of the young men stood up suddenly, stomped their feet and shouted, showing a fanatical and excited expression on their faces. Everyone seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and no one came out to dissuade them.

Hu Qingpeng scratched his head and said, "Brother Qiang, why did he challenge me? Is this a unique rule in your mountains?"

Lan Aqiang laughed and pushed his back and said, "Don't ask! If you are a man, pick up a knife and defeat the bravest warrior Lan Tiger in our village! As long as you pass this level, no one will challenge you."

The young Miao family, Blue Tiger, said impatiently: "Are you a coward?"

Hu Qingpeng was just as young as a young man. He drank a lot of rice wine. He was so excited by the other party that he was drunk and laughed: "The real warrior will never underestimate his opponent!" He jumped out of his seat and picked a machete casually. The knife shook, pointed the tip of the knife straight at the opponent, and said seriously: "Come on!"

Blue Tiger took the knife in his hand, staring at Hu Qingpeng with vicious eyes, as if facing an irreconcilable enemy, and said coldly: "Whoever wins, she is who she belongs!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped forward and rushed to his opponent's face like lightning. The speed and power of this sword were both full of the momentum of breaking mountains and cracking stones. The young people onlookers cheered together and tried their best to cheer for him.

Hu Qingpeng frowned slightly. The other party obviously had never practiced martial arts. He could pose a threat to himself by relying on brute force and natural speed. He was competitive and did not use his internal true energy to block it with a head-on horizontal knife. The two swords were in line with each other, and Mars splashed. The Blue Tiger opened his mouth and roared, and used the knife to fly. One knife followed by a knife to slash the opponent's vital points. Hu Qingpeng was not in a hurry. After the other party cut a knife, he used the same move to intercept it. The next move came first, without any disadvantage. But seeing the two swords slashed against each other, the sound was amazing, and the splashed Mars was very beautiful, which made everyone frightened. The Blue Tiger slashed several times in one breath, and was shocked by the huge force of the recoil, making his five fingers numb, his muscles sore, and one was unsteady. When the machete took off his hand, a cold light flew straight into the depths of the night sky. A sigh of regret immediately sounded around.

Hu Qingpeng put his sword on his chest and smiled and said, "The winner is not decided, you can get the sword and fight again!"

Seeing that he was calm and calm, there was not even a drop of sweat on his forehead. He knew that his opponent had not done his best at all, so he was already showing mercy under the knife. He shook his head in pain and said, "No, I lost!" The tiger's eyes suddenly burst into tears, turned around and separated from the crowd, lowered his head and ran away wildly.

After this little episode, the people in the village admired Hu Qingpeng even more and came to toast him. Hu Qingpeng could not resist the enthusiasm of everyone, and he would have to do it when he was drunk. Before he knew it, he became sixty-six points of drunkenness. In his drunken eyes, he was dragged up by a warm and powerful little hand, and he couldn't help but come to the bonfire and danced with the rhythm of the music. More and more young men and women joined the dance ranks, dancing and singing, talking and laughing, pushing the atmosphere of the dinner to **.

The bonfire gradually faded and the night became darker. The pair of young men and women walked hand in hand toward the depths of the night. Hu Qingpeng jumped out of sweat. At this time, the drunkenness gradually woke up, and then he realized that he was hugging Ajiao's soft waist and his posture was very intimate. He was startled and immediately let go and looked around, but he did not see Yi Wufeng. Ajiao smiled softly, with springy expressions on the corners of her eyebrows and lips, and whispered: "What are you looking at? Let's go too!" He pulled him out of the crowd.

Hu Qingpeng couldn't bear to shake her hand away, but was afraid that Yi Wufeng would find out, so he asked nervously: "Miss Jiao, where are we going?"

A Jiao blushed and said angrily: "Don't worry, I won't eat you!" He pulled him around the mountain village and entered a dense bamboo forest. The figures in the bamboo forest were intertwined, all of which were passionate couples, hugging, kissing, snuggling, and whispering, or love songs. Each couple occupied a small piece of land, using the bamboo to cover each other without disturbing each other. The occasional moans and laughter sounded exuded infinite spring. Hu Qingpeng looked at things like day in the dark night. Seeing the intimate behaviors of the couples, he couldn't help but blushed and his heart beat like a pounding, and he almost immediately wanted to thrust his feet and escape. But A Jiao held his hand tightly and came to a secluded corner of the bamboo forest.

Hu Qingpeng had already guessed that this was the place where young people in Miao family were in love and the place where men and women had a secret meeting. After he entered it, how could he explain it to Yi Wufeng clearly in the future? It was really a headache. His affectionate eyes touched Ah Jiao's heartbeat, and his internal strength shook her palms and stepped back two steps: "Miss Jiao, I'm sorry! I don't know that you are going to bring me to the bamboo forest, it's impossible between us!"

Gillian smiled and said, "Brother Hu, are you kidding? If you don't like me, how could you drink that half a bowl of love wine? Why should you agree to Blue Tiger's challenge?"

Hu Qingpeng gave it lightly, avoiding her leaning over, and said with a wry smile: "I'm a newcomer and don't understand the customs of your village. How could I know it's a love wine? If I knew it in advance, I would never drink it."

Gillian's face turned pale, and she stood quietly like a sculpture for a while, and asked quietly: "Why? Why don't you like me? I'm not pretty?"

Hu Qingpeng hurriedly said, "No, you are very beautiful and you are extremely good at dancing. But before you meet you, I already had a loved one, so..."

Gillian was dissatisfied and straightened her breasts: "Is she more beautiful than me?"

Hu Qingpeng smiled bitterly and said, "This... how can we compare each other? You two have their own merits." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a cold snorkeling, a white shadow flashed, and the phoenix appeared in the air like a ghost. Hu Qingpeng's lips were bitter, his hands were sweating, and he said, "Sister Feng, I did nothing with her!"

Gillian said in a lost voice: "Sister Feng? Could it be that he is a woman?"

"That's right!" Yi Wufeng took off her headscarf, spread her long hair and draped it over her shoulders, walked straight to A Jiao, and said proudly: "Are you confident that your appearance is more outstanding than me?" She has noble temperament, her appearance is like a snow lotus, and her skin is as bright as a snow lotus. Her white clothes make her look look shining brightly, like a fairy who accidentally fell into the mortal world. The beauty of her appearance is far beyond the description of her pen and ink. Gillian has never seen such a stunning beauty, and she can't help but feel ashamed. Compared with her, she is like a firefly and the bright moon, which cannot be compared. For a moment, her heart is ashamed. She suddenly hugged Hu Qingpeng and kissed her hard, tears flowing like a spring, and she staggered out of the forest.

Gillian's foot sound soon disappeared. The two of them looked at each other and silently exchanged their deep affection in their hearts. Suddenly, they smiled at the same time, and misunderstood that the ice and snow melted. Hu Qingpeng slowly walked to Yi Wufeng, looked at her beautiful face, and was fascinated, and whispered: "Sister Feng, you are so beautiful!" He couldn't help but hold up her pretty face and kissed her tender cherry lips.

Yi Wufeng was shocked and instinctively wanted to push him away, but the strong masculine aura rushed over, completely covering her body and mind, making her muscles and bones soft and unable to produce any strength. Her lips were just as thunder was catching the earth's fire, and the pleasure of soul-dissolving was like a wave that never retreated, quickly submerging the two. Although they fell in love with each other, they had been with courtesy and had never made any special intimacy. Tonight, both of them drank a lot of rice wine, and were in the bamboo forest where they had a love affair. They were no longer willing to suppress their passion, hugged each other tightly, wishing they could merge into one. The kiss was dark until the two almost died, and they separated reluctantly.

Hu Qingpeng hugged Yi Wufeng in his arms, sniffed the fragrance behind her neck, and asked in confusion: "Sister Feng, why did the half bowl of wine I drank be regarded as love wine by Gillian?"

Yi Wufeng held his big hand that was causing trouble and said panting: "Don't move! Have you forgotten? The people in the village have the custom of raising Gu and releasing Gu, especially the natal Gu they raise, which is connected to the spirit of the owner. Even if the person who is caught is thousands of miles away, life and death will be controlled by the one who releases Gu. The Miao girl will never toast the guests the wine she has drunk, unless she likes the other party, and will use the opportunity to express her feelings. If she toast you with the remaining wine she has drunk, she will definitely put the natal Gu she has raised in the wine. As long as you drink this bowl of wine, you will hand over the power of life and death to the other party and you will never betray her. This is the unique method of the Miao woman to deal with her lover."

Hu Qingpeng suddenly realized, no wonder everyone reacted so strangely when he drank A Jiao's bowl of wine, no wonder Lanhu wanted to challenge him, no wonder A Jiao brought him here! He frowned and said, "Then have I been raped?"

Yi Wufeng punched him gently and said jealously: "When Jiao kissed you, she had already taken back her natal Gu, otherwise how could you enjoy this flying beauty!"
Chapter completed!