"The python suffered pain. He swallowed Wang Sanpao's arm and abandoned Wang Sanpao who had fainted on the ground. He opened his bloody mouth, turned around in the air, and rushed towards the old knife. I was so scared that I forgot to shoot two earthen guns that had filled the medicine. But when I saw the old knife handle, I pinched the python's tail tightly with both hands, and raised his courage. With a loud roar, I lifted the python's tail and swung it up in the air. The python was tricked by the old knife handle as a spear, and with the python's tail as the center, it drew the circle in the air. The python's tail was charged, and there was no place to leverage the force in the air, so how could it even fall over? The python's body was immediately pulled straight by the old knife's huge force. After swinging it a few circles, I don't know how many big trees and small trees were broken."

"The old knife slammed up his strength and pulled the python into a circle like a windmill. When the speed was at its fastest, the old knife sniffed, and suddenly a thunderbolt appeared in the air. The python was thrown out by him, flew away from him, and broke several small trees. After the python landed, his whole head was covered in blood, and his body was red and bloody. The python landed for a long time, but it didn't see it attacking. It only saw it slamming its head, as if it was in revive. After a while, the python came back and stared at the old knife handle with the only remaining eyeball. It seemed that the king of the mountains was also afraid of the old knife handle that was as powerful as a god."

"At that time, the thin hemp coat on Lao Daozi's body had already been broken by the muscles raised from the grave. The upper body was so full of swelling, and the flesh on the body was red. It seemed that a few moves would drip bleeding. When Lao Daozi saw that the python dared to look at him, he walked forward. Seeing that the python was still daring to look at him, the mountain god who never retreated actually retreated. Lao Daozi took the lead further, and the python took a step back, one step forward, and the python was forced back dozens of meters by the python. Suddenly, the python whispered to the sky. Turned his head and flew back to the bushes as if it were flying."

"At that time, I was almost stunned. This man and a python were in a shocking battle. It turned out that the boss came down to earth like a god and forced the hundred-year-old strange snake to retreat. Is this still a human? I was so confused that I not only forgot to shoot, but even forgot to check the injuries of Ma Sanye and Wang Sanpao. It was the old knife who greeted me. I came to my senses."

"Old Dao and I rushed to the front of Ma Sanye and Wang Sanpao. After checking carefully, we almost burst into tears. Ma Sanye was pulled down half of his shoulder by the python. He was already pale and angry. Wang Sanpao was torn off his arm and bleeding profusely. He fainted from pain. I quickly stepped on some bleeding-stop herbs and mashed them to Wang Sanpao and Ma Sanye."

"Just like that, Lao Daozhanzi and I carried one of them and fought back to Kaoshantun. That night, Ma Sanye was already old and had no help from his injuries, so he went there. Although Wang Sanpao was rescued, he lacked a brace and lost his qi and blood. He died of illness the next year. The worst thing was Lao Daozhanzi. After he fought with the python that day, I just thought he was not injured at all. But I went to his house to see him. But when I saw the fierce man who was still full of blood during the day, he was pale and lying on the bed, and was extremely moved. I quickly found the old medicine from the village to see him. As soon as I checked, Lao Daozhanzi had lost his qi and blood. From then on, not to mention exerting force, I might not be able to stand up. Only then did I realize that Lao Daozhanzi and the python had a battle, which had consumed half of his life."

"In 1960, the Great Famine came, and the heroes of Lao Daozhu were unable to move. In order to save food for their family, they smashed the medicine bowl and committed suicide by cutting their wrists. Alas, Lao Daozhu, was born in a chaotic world. It was not a great hero like the King of Western Chu, but he died on the bed when he was born at the wrong time. If this Kaoshantun had not been harmed by the python for twenty years, we all had to thank Lao Daozhu. If it weren't for the Lao Daozhu's fear, this Kaoshantun would never have survived today."

When Mr. Deng was young, he followed a former Qing scholar in Hongmiao Village to study in a private school for several years. Although the story was not literary at all, he also told it in a casual manner. It seemed that everyone saw it in person and was deeply involved in the play. This story lasted for half an hour, but no one interrupted it again.

After the story was told, Mr. Deng stopped talking, but there was still no sound in the whole scene. Xue Xiang and others were immersed in the shocking battle between man and python, all of whom were fascinated by the style of the older generation of gunners, and were all shocked by the old sword's peerless heroic spirit of the sky. Everyone was addicted to it and could not extricate themselves for a long time.

After a while, Peng Chun came to his senses first, "Crazy Old Man... Master Deng Si, since you know that there are no ghosts in the Jinniu Mountain, it is just a monster python. No matter how powerful it is, it can match the guns and cannons of the county armed forces? Why don't you report it to the old captain? You don't know. Since 1959, how many people have starved to death in the village in three years. If you report it, the county sends people to remove the python, how many people can the fruits and animals save the mountain?"

Peng Chun's words were astonishing as everyone recalled them. Yes, Peng Chun's words were justified. Even if this python has the reputation of a mountain god, how could it be able to defeat the iron fist of the people's dictatorship?

When Mr. Deng heard this, he immediately sobbed and started to sob. Seeing that he was about to tell the story, he cried again. Li Yongjun continued the conversation: "Old Peng, you forgot that day that we retreated from the mountains, and the county set the tone in the village, saying it was an industrial injury. You asked Mr. Deng and others to go and say it was a snake disaster. What political atmosphere was at that time? Others don't know, don't you know it? Not to mention Mr. Fourth and others, which one has the good ingredients? Even if you express your true feelings, can the village be trusted, the community, the district, and the county be trusted?" Li Yongjun hit the nail on the head.

In fact, Mr. Deng Si was thinking that it was the same. When they said it, it was secondary to believe it in the village or not. The key was that the community designated them not to overthrow the tone set by the county leaders. Even if the village believed it, what's the use? Without these four major gunners, they would have to deliver vegetables to the python when they went in. It would be better to be the ghost mountain spirit at that time and kill less people.

Mr. Deng was just crying, thinking of the tragic death of Lao Daozhazi and others, and feeling that if he had told the matter out, when there was a famine in 1960, no one in the village would rush into the mountains to survive and die.

Xue Xiang stood up and patted the dust on his pants, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few puffs, and after the fire was strong, he stuffed it to Mr. Deng Si. "Old Deng, you said you had just waited for three or five years to repay my gold. Is the life of the mountain god only three or five years left? Besides, how do you know whether the mountain god is living or dead now? I heard you just now that the python appeared last time was 63 years, the day when you and Captain Li were vigilant. It has been fourteen or five years since then. Maybe the python would have died long ago."

Mr. Deng trembled and trembled and sniffed, calmed down, and said, "Captain, when he saw the python in 58, he had twenty-two annual rings in his body, and he grew to the center of his body. From 58 to now, it has been almost twenty years. The python can survive, and only three or five years of life will be left. As for the possibility that the python you mentioned is probably dead, I don't need to say this, everyone knows. A month before you came, a calf from Hongmiao Village disappeared out of thin air while drinking water in Tianzi Port. At that time, everyone said that this was caused by the evil charm of Jinniu Mountain. Now after listening to my story, you should all know what's going on."

Xue Xiang looked at everyone, and Li Yongjun and others nodded. It seemed that the buffalo disappeared out of thin air.

"What's going on with Jinshan?" This is the question that Xue Xiang is most concerned about. As for the mountain spirit, the giant python mountain god, it is not in his eyes at all. Not to mention going to the county to seek military support from the armed forces, even if he led the mountain people himself, he could easily clean up the so-called mountain god.

"Captain, I roughly know what the Fourth Master means. Although our Jinniu Mountain does not produce precious medicinal materials such as ginseng, poria cocos, and rare wild animals such as marten foxes, there is really a treasure in the mountain, that is truffle. Old Li and the others don't know how precious it is. You come from the stable, don't you?" Before Mr. Deng's words, Han Donglin actually gave the answer.

Li Yongjun and others did not recognize the preciousness of truffles. They were confused in their eyes and turned around to look at Mr. Deng, as if they wanted him to give an answer, but saw Mr. Deng, raising his hand to Han Donglin and giving him a thumbs up. Everyone realized that Han Donglin was not blind.

When Xue Xiang heard the name of "truffle", he immediately became happy. Others didn't know the value of truffle, so how could he not know? When he was still in the Sijiu City, Lao Mo used "black truffle sea bass" to entertain foreign guests. That time, Jiang Chaotian and Yin Jing had a conflict for the plate of black truffle sea bass, but the famous dish made him cheaper.

Mr. Xue knew the value of truffles very well. The plate of black truffle stewed sea bass used more than ten grams. Later, I heard that it cost 300 yuan to Zhang Fatty. Everyone knows what the price of sea bass is, and obviously the precious one is the ten grams of truffles. This time, he actually picked up the treasure. There are really golden lumps buried in the Jinniu Mountain.

Just as Xue Xiang was happy, Dingling, a ringtone came not far away, and then someone called him. Xue Xiang looked up and saw that the person was Zhang Guangzhu from the commune canteen. Xue Xiang went forward to greet Zhang Guangzhu for a few words, but he didn't expect that Zhang Guangzhu was sent by Ma Shankui to pick him up to the commune for a meeting.
Chapter completed!