Chapter 15

Dong!

A bamboo knife fell on Yang Yi's original position.

The man holding the bamboo knife was an eight or nine year old boy.

Yang Yi retreated to one side, paused, and his hand stretched out from the poison powder bag.

"Nonsense!" Seeing this, Zhang Jiu turned pale. He grabbed the boy's bamboo knife, patted the latter's head and said angrily, "if you offend young Xia Yang, no one is willing to protect you into the mountain!"

"I'm not rare, and I don't want to go into the mountain!"

The boy's face was blue and his eyes were sunken.

Clearly wearing two linen clothes, he still looks thin.

He is Zhang Jiu's grandson, Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu was grabbed by Zhang Jiu's arm. He couldn't break free and didn't listen to advice.

"This." Zhang Jiu had no choice but to laugh, "the child is not sensible. Don't be surprised, young Xia Yang."

"No harm."

Yang Yi is standing nearby.

Didn't ask why.

Anyway, Zhang Xiaohu's mood stabilized. Zhang Jiu came over and signaled that he could start.

Yang Yi was eating dried meat and nodded, so he followed Zhang Jiu to Tianguang mountain.

Tianguang mountain is on the west side of Wumei village. There is a road from here. It only takes two hours.

But after that, you need to deviate from the road and go deep into the forest.

In the evening.

Zhang Jiu walked ahead, waving a sickle and cutting away obstacles to progress.

Then came Zhang Xiaohu, who was also chopping with a bamboo knife, just venting with a haystack.

Finally, follow Yang Yi.

He was relieved when someone opened the way.

"There is no danger in Guangshan this day, and you can't find prey. If you like hunting, young Xia Yang, you can go to Shaofeng mountain on the side, but you're not recommended to go deep. Inside, it's the range of frequent activities of monsters and beasts."

Along the way, Zhang Jiu was telling Yang Yi about the terrain nearby.

He is a skin refining level. He had an impact on blood refining when he was young, but he failed.

After that, he made a living by hunting, married a wife and had children, and lived an ordinary life.

"In this way, the periphery of the whole sunset mountains is still stable." Yang Yi has a general concept.

"It's not absolute. Recently, several nearby towns are not peaceful. More and more monsters run to the periphery of the mountains to steal livestock and destroy crops. I don't know what happened."

For hunters like Zhang Jiu who depend on the mountain for food, monsters are natural enemies.

Nature always pays attention to the changes on the mountain.

"Stop!"

Zhang Jiu, who led the way in front, suddenly bent down.

Yang Yi also stood with him.

Put your hand on the poison powder bag quickly.

Nearby weeds grow over the legs and are full of thorns.

The trees are as tall as a mold.

The tree crown is like a cover, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Only scattered golden light, one by one, penetrated through the cracks of the leaves and fell.

There was no sound around.

Very quiet.

"There are traces left by monsters here."

Zhang Jiu twisted up a stain on the weed and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

"Fortunately, the leather refining level of walking alone is estimated to be three tailed Meihu."

He stood up, pointed to another direction and said, "young Xia Yang, let's go that way."

"OK."

Yang Yi keeps up.

Another half hour passed.

They arrived at their destination safely.

But it was completely dark.

"Here we are. This is the ghost grass. It's still there!"

Zhang Jiu put the torch close to a wet rock.

The plants around here are dead, and only one plant that grows to the lower leg is left alone.

Yang Yi had heard of ghost grass, but it was the first time he saw it. He held out his hand.

"Young Xia Yang, you can't touch the ghost grass directly. It will burn your heart!" Zhang Jiu hurriedly stopped.

"Since the toxicity is so heavy, how can the dew attached to the leaves be drunk directly?" Yang Yi is frightened.

"The Taoist priest took a bowl of Rune water for tiger son and said it could resist poison." Zhang Jiu sighed, "although it's still dangerous, there's only one way. Tiger has been boiling with drugs for half a year. I'm afraid he can't hold on."

"That's a lie, Grandpa. The old Taoist is a liar! Do you want to kill me?" Zhang Xiaohu suddenly roared.

"Shut up! Drinking only dew won't kill anyone, but if you keep going, you'll die!" Zhang Jiu reprimanded.

"Don't you see that the old Taoist just wants to cheat you? You were going to keep these savings for blood refining, but now they are empty! Ha ha."

Zhang Xiaohu waved a bamboo knife all the way away, and the vegetation nearby was cut to pieces.

"Be careful to attract monsters!"

Zhang Jiu caught up.

“……”

Yang Yi can't understand the operation of his grandparents and grandchildren.

He hasn't seen the so-called Taoist, and it's hard to be sure whether this method is effective or not.

But in his hunch, he prefers Zhang Xiaohu's statement.

A relatively dry clearing in the forest.

Zhang Jiu raised a pile of torches,

The blazing fire calmed Yang Yi's heart.

This was the first time he spent the night in the wild of the world, and he was nervous.

Zhang Xiaohu sat beside him full of resentment. Zhang Jiu handed him something to eat. He didn't want to.

Yang Yi's face danced with fire.

He ate the meat strips and asked, "Uncle Zhang, have you ever thought about what to do if this method doesn't work?"

Zhang Jiu shook his head without answering.

Obviously, this is the last resort of dead horses as living horse doctors.

Yang Yi didn't ask much.

This is not within the scope of the mission.

I spent the night in a daze.

The next morning, Yang Yi was awakened by the cold air.

When I opened my eyes, I heard bursts of tearing wails not far away.

Yang Yi quickly gets up, sweeps close and finds that Zhang Xiaohu is rolling on the ground!

He pinched his neck and opened his pupils. His face was more dark and ferocious than before.

"Tiger, Grandpa hurt you."

Zhang Jiu shed tears and wanted to help Zhang Xiaohu up, but he couldn't.

"He drank the dew on the ghost grass?"

What Yang Yi was worried about happened.

"Yes, it's all my fault. I believe that Taoist priest's nonsense..."

Zhang Jiu knelt on the ground and slapped himself.

"Don't worry. Doesn't it mean that drinking dew alone won't kill people? Carry him to the town first, or there may be a cure."

Yang Yi wants to bring Zhang Xiaohu to Qixia sect.

However, he is only an outside disciple and has no right to speak.

Even if it is taken, the probability will not be accepted, but the opportunity of treatment will be delayed.

The more powerful the sect is, the stricter the regulations in this regard are. Otherwise, if anything happens in the future, people will be led to the sect. What's the matter?

Zhang Jiuqiang held back his remorse and didn't speak.

According to Yang Yi's meaning, bind Zhang Xiaohu who moves disorderly.

"Young Xia Yang, the task I entrusted you has been successfully completed. The rest is my own business."

Zhang Jiu dried his tears and threw a wooden card to Yang Yi.

What a miserable man.

Yang Yi moved his compassion.

It's hesitating.

A tiger came out of the nearby grass.

He saw a dying three Tailed Fox in his mouth.

"Fire bites the tiger!"

Zhang Jiu recognized the monster.

Such a big man, such a strong sense of oppression, this fire bite tiger definitely has a bone refining level!