Ming Dynasty: I, Zhu Yunwen, started by resurrecting my grandmother.

morning.

The outskirts north of Beiping.

The sun rose high in the sky, scorching the earth, and gradually, the heat became quite intense.

There's a slight northerly wind.

Two black horses galloped across the open field.

Two young men sat on horseback, one of them large and fat, the other extremely handsome with distinct facial features and a cold expression.

Both men were dressed in military attire, carrying weapons, with precious carved bows slung over their shoulders and quivers of arrows hanging from their waists, each quiver filled with several eagle-feathered arrows.

These two people were none other than Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Yunwen.

"drive!"

Zhu Yunwen was full of vigor and high spirits.

He also loves horseback riding, especially the feeling of galloping across the grasslands.

The two brothers circled around Beiping City, and then ran north.

Zhu Yunwen didn't know how long he had been running when a large mountain appeared before him. The mountain was lush and green, with trees growing everywhere, strange rocks, and clouds and mist, making it look very majestic and spectacular.

Zhu Yunwen reined in his horse, pointed, and asked, "Brother, may I ask what mountain that is?"

Zhu Gaochi also pulled on the horse's reins and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his robe sleeve.

There was no way around it; he was too fat, which made him sweat more easily.

He caught his breath for a while: "This mountain is called Jundu Mountain, and it's not far from the Northern Yuan."

what?

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunwen was secretly shocked, never expecting that he had run so far in his frantic journey.

Zhu Yunwen felt a bit hungry.

He picked up the kettle, unscrewed the cap, and then took two gulps:

"Brother, is there anything to eat here?"

Zhu Gaochi frowned: "This place is sparsely populated, so it might be difficult to find."

"Why don't we head back before it gets dark?"

Zhu Yunwen thought about it and realized that this was the only way.

The two brothers rode side by side.

Zhu Gaochi was a little embarrassed: "Last time, when I was in the capital, I even shot an arrow at you."

Zhu Yunwen waved his hand: "Those are all things of the past, I've long forgotten them, why bring them up again?"

Zhu Gaochi was surprised that Zhu Yunwen was so magnanimous and did not hold it against him.

Zhu Gaochi thought to himself, "It seems that Zhu Yunwen is no longer the same person he used to be."

Zhu Gaochi wanted to say something more, but just then, his horse spooked.

For some unknown reason, the horse suddenly lifted its front hooves, leaping and bounding uncontrollably forward.

Zhu Gaochi was terrified; no matter what he did, he couldn't urge the horse on.

Zhu Yunwen's horse was also startled, but he squeezed the horse's belly with both legs and used a powerful downward pull.

He actually managed to control the horse.

Zhu Yunwen looked around and saw a monster suddenly leap out of the bushes.

The beast was about the size of a lion, tall and imposing, with a sharp horn on its forehead, about half a foot long.

Its two eyes, resembling lanterns, gleamed fiercely, and two sharp fangs were exposed.

The beast was covered in fur, had four legs almost as long as an elephant's, and its four iron hooves made a "clattering" sound. A tail dragged behind its rear end.

The beast was extremely ferocious, and it would occasionally let out a "roaring" sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Zhu Yunwen understood why the horse was startled, but he was certain that he had never seen such a monster before.

The monster followed Zhu Gaochi and chased after him.

The horse beneath Zhu Gaochi galloped forward, occasionally turning its head to look at the monster, its eyes filled with fear.

The monster ran faster than a horse, and in no time at all, it was about to catch up with the horse that Zhu Gaochi was riding.

Zhu Gaochi, who was usually very calm, panicked this time.

He gripped the horse's mane tightly with both hands, afraid of falling off its back.

He turned around and saw that the monster was less than ten feet away from him.

Then, the one-horned monster leaped up, becoming more than a person tall, and pounced on Zhu Gaochi.

"Yunhuo, save me!"

At this critical moment, Zhu Yunwen swiftly took the precious carved bow from his shoulder, nocked an arrow, and sent it flying like a meteor straight towards the unicorn.

In my ears, I heard a loud "bang" as the arrow struck the unicorn's horn on its forehead.

The unicorn, writhing in pain, turned its head, looked at Zhu Yunwen, and then turned and ran back.

Zhu Gaochi's horse was still running desperately, and it looked like Zhu Gaochi was about to collapse from exhaustion.

Zhu Yunwen rode after him on horseback, and with a light stretch of his arm, grabbed the tail of the horse that Zhu Gaochi was riding, gradually slowing it down.

Zhu Gaochi narrowly escaped death.

Still shaken, he said, "Yun Tong, thank you so much."

Zhu Yunwen also slowed down his horse: "We're brothers, why are we saying these things?"

However, at that moment, several thousand cavalrymen, at least three thousand strong, suddenly appeared from the direction of Jundu Mountain in the north.

Those people, dressed in strange clothes and brandishing weapons, charged over, howling and screaming.

To Zhu Yunwen's surprise, the leader was an old witch dressed in black witch clothes, who was extremely ugly.

Before long, the thousands of cavalrymen arrived, and their facial features could be clearly seen.

The witch at the very front waved her hand, and thousands of cavalrymen immediately stopped.

The old hag reined in her horse and sized up Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Gaochi.

Her eyes were clear and bright, and she looked at Zhu Yunwen seventy-two times, from top to bottom.

Zhu Yunwen frowned, thinking to himself, "Is there something wrong with this old hag? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Zhu Gaochi had never seen that old hag, but he was certain that the cavalry was the Northern Yuan army.

Zhu Gaochi whispered a few words to Zhu Yunwen.

Zhu Yunwen was somewhat flustered inside, but on the surface, he appeared very calm and composed.

The old hag coughed twice and asked in a hoarse, low voice, "Just now, which of you two was so bold as to shoot my Fu Bao with an arrow?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunwen exclaimed, "What? Fu Bao?"

He thought about it and realized that the "Fu Bao" the old hag was talking about was the one-horned monster from earlier.

At this moment, the monster was seen beside the old witch, as gentle as a lapdog.

Zhu Yunwen thought to himself, at this point, pretending to be a coward is definitely not going to work, so he might as well be more generous. At worst, he'll just die.

The head is gone, leaving a scar the size of a bowl.

He spurred his horse forward two steps: "Old man, I shot that arrow just now, but I missed it by a little bit. It's lucky it survived!"

"An old person? Who are you calling old?"

The old hag was expressionless; looking at her face, it was almost like looking at a skeleton.

Zhu Yunwen heard from her tone that she seemed very unhappy. He thought to himself, "You look older than my deceased imperial grandfather. Is there a problem with me calling you an old man?"