The Holy Moon appeared by her side in an instant, and gentle reprimands and admonitions were indispensable. However, that period of horror did not mean anything more to this man who did not know what the danger was. How can a golden silk bird that has just flown out of the birdcage return to the birdcage so easily, naivety, curiosity, romance, and fantasy are the nature of women, this kind of innate state of mind, how can it be obliterated because it is not a shadow of frustration.

With his dreams, he flew to that little Lanshan. She had to do it, to discover the herb with her own eyes, to suck the first pill crystal. Then, like a happy little swallow, fly to the ancestor and let her take a look.

Looking at the green hills getting closer and closer, continuous, one by one, stretching, steep and upright, towering. It continues to extend into the distance, and the momentum is majestic, straight into the edge of the clouds. This mountain is deep and thrilling, this mountain is majestic and beautiful, the mountains embrace each other, the staggered falls, the peaks are stacked and green, the scenery is beautiful.

Stopping at the foot of the mountain, the ancient trees in the eyes are towering to the sky, the mountains are stacked, looking at the mountain, the clouds cover the fog, mysterious and unpredictable, and the dense fog is like white snow as far as the eye can see, which is impenetrable. At the foot is a canyon that can not be seen at a glance, as if this mountain is growing from the ground, it turns out that he is just standing on the edge of the cliff, at the waist of Arashiyama, such a steep mountain, how can it be called Xiaolanshan, where does this little word come from.

Looking down at the mountain, it is really a fog lock mountain, a mountain lock fog, a mountain set of mountains, and a foggy hidden mountain. Nearby is the dense forest of Hesse, and in the distance is the vast sea of forests.

Looking at the strange scenery in front of me, I was pleasantly surprised, I didn't expect such a beautiful scenery in this deep mountain. He sighed loudly with a small mouth. Falling lightly between the towering ancient trees.

The ancient trees are not too dense, and the blue sky and white clouds fill the picture scroll on the space, making the green canopy appear more deep and mysterious. The open space is like a strange scene between day and night. Clusters of tender green grass with fine leaves, broad leaves, pair leaves, and serrated leaves appeared. Dense like a soft ribbon, facing a piece of sunshine, each crisp and tender blade of grass appears plump and watery, as if it can squeeze out a clear and bright water droplet. Among the dense green grass, there are unknown wildflowers, light yellow, light blue, pink, and slightly purple, like eyes, like stars, shining in the sun.

Jumping into the grass, a fine dampness penetrated through the clothes. Shocked and smiling even brighter. Reaching out to pluck a pink flower, gently moving a pool of water slid across the back of the hand, which was cold and pleasant. It turned out that the fresh glow turned out to be the condensation in the heart of the flower.

Picked up the pink flowers and smelled them for a long time, except for the cold dew fragrance in the heart, there was no smell of her, a ray of sunlight came, and the chill went away A faint fragrance wafted in, like a wisp of burning candle incense, wafting into wisps. Close your eyes. Sniff it lightly, as if hearing "you have been fooled". Shocked, his little face changed color, and he threw the pink flowers into the grass. Panicked looking around.

The mountain is still the mountain, and the tree is still the tree. The flowers still shine, and the grass still shines with jasper. Only the pink flower that I had sucked had wilted. The pink petals became soft and yellow. Shaking his head and smiling, he walked forward.

Yingran took out a crystalline flower shaft and gently pulled it open. A little bit compared to the flowers and plants in front of him, and after half an hour, he shook his head and walked away. Come to the next piece of flowers and plants and look at it slowly.

Shortly after leaving. The pink wilted flower, which was broken, slowly turned gray-white, turning into an ash knuckle, which was not long and divided into three knots. If you look closely, it turns out to be a broken finger.

Patiently watched, searched, there was no one, and then walked to another. After walking for a long time, I found that all the flowers and plants were clustered, each of which was not large enough to be nearly a foot long and two feet wide.

Ah, looking at the crystal screen, his mouth let out an exclamation, the square grass stems, the green leaves are gray and divided, the appearance is like a hairpin foot, and it looks like wearing a piece of clothing, forked like a needle.

"Ghost Needle Grass" looked at the crystal screen and called out a ghostly name, this kind of grass specializes in treating spiders and snake bites, the puppet realm is called the ghost hairpin, and the holy realm is called the ghost needle.

Count it carefully, one leaf, two leaves, thirty leaves, fifty leaves, the more you count, the happier you are, the little mouth is happy, the eyebrows are smiling, you can't help but cover your mouth with one hand, point the flowers and leaves with one hand, and your big eyes are shining with green crystals.

Sixty-nine, seventy. Yay!, the pink and boneless fist jumped up, and the surrounding ancient trees roared with a cry of surprise.

After jumping for a while, he stopped laughing, and he didn't know who he thought this woman was playing.

Rubbing his little hands, staring at the first herb he found, he hurriedly took out the green devouring stone from the lotus holy bag, and with a soft sound, the green devouring stone immediately changed color. The ghost needle grass wilted, and the green devouring stone in his hand turned dark green.

Angran picked up the green devouring stone and pointed it to the sky, grinning, looking at it and looking at it, and couldn't put it down and put it into the holy bag, which was a good start for Anran, and now Anran has more confidence in himself.

Angran then walked down to the bottom of the lur, looking for a clearing, passing through a few ancient trees to another.

After walking by, the wilted ghost needle slowly turned black, thinned, and smaller, turning into an inconspicuous hair that was easily invisible to the naked eye and fell among the flowers and plants.

Looking for it piece by piece, her mouth was still humming an unknown tune, and a few strands of fluttering hair on her head, with her shaking little head, fluttered in the wind, falling to her ears for a while, falling to her lips for a while, and blowing gently with a mouthful of hair that floated to her lips. The hair flew up with a mouthful of fragrance and drifted away with the wind again.

Wow, the big eyes stopped on an umbrella-sized leaf, and the hand gently pulled down the big lotus leaf, a small red peanut between the green stems, the flowers were red and purple like lychees.

"Hidden under the leaves, often red, flowers bloom in March, and bear fruit after flowering. One stem a year, one mortar if it is withered, and eight or nine mortars if it is eight or nine years old."

"It's a podophyllus" cover Chen Xin Xiangyi, so the common name is motherwort.

Hurriedly pulled back the light screen he had just seen, looked up at the surrounding terrain, the deep mountains and shaded land, when the time was eastward, and the twilight was westward, and the cover was haunted by the sunrise. Sure enough, it's a podophyllus.

Count carefully, ah, one a year, eighty-nine, one hundred and nine, one hundred and forty-nine, wow, one hundred and forty-nine.

Looking at the posture of all kinds, the colors are different, the jade dew is clear, the ghost mortar is dripping, and the mouth can't be closed. It is said that ten-year grass is easy to find, and hundred-year-old flowers are hard to find, and I actually encountered a one-hundred-year-old podophyll.

Ignoring the exclamation, he hurriedly took out the green devouring stone, and after a hundred and forty-nine smacks in a row, the entire large podophyllous plant wilted, and the large leaves covered the one hundred and forty-nine wilting podophyllous mortars like a big hat.

Clapping his hands happily, swishing, jumping into another piece of flowers and plants, at this time he was like a colorful butterfly, flying between thousands of flowers and grasses, and like a happy little bee collecting honey, busy among the flowers and grasses, forgetting the time, forgetting the distance, forgetting how far he walked, the ancient trees became denser and denser, and the sky became smaller and smaller.

A gust of wind blew, and I don't know how far I had gone, and the big leaves of the podophyllus flew in the wind, and there were not many big leaves, but they were obviously black, with dense hair, and under the hair were a hundred and forty-nine gray-white skulls.

Angran didn't know it at all, he was still busy among the flowers and plants, although the dense forest was gloomy, the humidity was getting heavier and heavier, and the harvest was very rich, two hundred years of broken bones, two hundred and ninety years of ghost hooks, three hundred and fifty years of bonesberries, and four hundred and twenty ghost gentlemen. Yang Ran found that as he went deeper and deeper, the vintage of the medicinal crystals he collected became higher and higher.

Angran turned all the joy and surprise into the motivation to collect medicine, and every time he picked an unknown herb and became a known, Angran bit his tongue excitedly to see if he was dreaming.

The last time I went into the mountains to take medicine, after encountering the insect tide, the ancestor said, "The herbs are not that easy to pick, and now there are so many saints who collect medicine, it is good to be able to pick a ten-year herb in a day."

Thinking of this, he also consciously or unintentionally learned the expression and expression of Sheng Yuezi when he spoke. He pursed his lips. "Ancestor, this time I'll let you see, the little girl's stakes."

Among the flowers and plants that had been harvested with herbs, there were a pile of broken bones, a pile of claws, a moldy foot bone, and a flowering sternum. Piles of piles, one by one, piece by piece among the gloomy woods, among the lonely flowers and grasses, the green ghost fire flickered coldly, faintly floating, from time to time there was a crackling spark explosion, as if laughing desolately, shouting, "You are fooled", "You are fooled".

But the voice was too small, too far away, and she couldn't hear it anymore, except for the first exclamation of the pink flower, she never heard the little warning.

Angran has gone very deep, the countless stars flickering on the towering ancient trees, reflecting each other, magnificent, where the quietly flowing Tianhe, reflecting the cold light and shadow, one by one condensed, one by one dripping, falling on the grass, hitting the flowers, ticking sound, like walking into the ancient cave of a thousand years.

The full divine sense was completely locked on the herb, took out a bright spar from the holy bag, and sent it into the air casually, the bright spar immediately emitted a thousand zhang of light, and the originally somewhat gloomy woods in the thousand zhang immediately brightened. The red flowers are fresh, and the grass is green.

Angran lowered her head and walked forward, determined to find the last one again, this time it was really the last one, she didn't look for it, almost, Anran was going to call it a day.

A drop of water fell from the ancient tree, shining blood-red in the bright crystal light, and it fell rapidly. Falling among the red flowers, a budding flower bone opened its mouth violently, took it, and quietly closed again.

He looked at the red flower bone violently, walked over step by step, and opened his big eyes in shock. It flashed red. (To be continued......)