Of Mountains and Rivers

This wave of Piantian people who intended to sneak attack was chased and killed here by the gatekeepers and mountain guards.

If Luge also had a dictionary, there would probably not be the words "enough is enough" in it. Generations of gatekeeper patriarchs lived almost as long as the Shanmen. Over time, he himself has become the incarnation of the Shanmen. Anyone who dares to offend the Shanmen, As long as he still has the strength to climb, he will definitely kill the opponent.

Yuan Ping blew out an identical long whistle, which is probably the innate skill of the gatekeeper. The whistle sound is very special, sharp and long, with strong penetrating power, and it almost hurts the ear when you get close. Listen carefully, and there is actually a little air defense. The meaning of the alarm, the meaning contained in the subtle difference in length, cannot be heard by outsiders, and only they can communicate.

The whistle was answered in a long way, which was roughly equivalent to a few words from others. Yuan Ping was busy with his mouth, but his hands were not idle. He swung his knife and beheaded a Mutai. The filmmaker fell headfirst, and was trampled by Yuan Ping and broke his neck.

At the same time, Yuan Ping took the time to care about Nanshan: "Our patriarch brought people here——Patriarch Nanshan, how are you doing?"

The effect of wind injury detoxification medicine is immediate, and the process is like a thousand ants, it is a torture that makes people die.Nanshan's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, but with Chu Huan on one side and Yuan Ping on the other, Nanshan was unwilling to show weakness no matter which side he was facing.

So he endured it like this, and smiled indifferently.

At this time, purple-black poisonous blood had begun to emerge from Nanshan's wound, which meant that the antidote had begun to work. Chu Huan had tasted it himself, so he didn't talk nonsense right now, and bent down on Nanshan's knee It hit hard.

Nanshan was always unaware of guarding against him, so he suffered from this blatant sneak attack, and when his feet were weak, he was hugged by Chu Huan in a humiliating and humiliating manner.

Nanshan: "Let go..."

Chu Huan: "Shut up."

A real person with complete flesh and bones is not like the bone frame in Wusihuali, the weight is not the same. Even though Chu Huan can bear the weight of just one human body, his actions are still inevitably affected.

Chu Huan: "Yuan Ping, take cover."

Fortunately, although the scale of this large group of flat filmmakers and Mutai is a bit bluffing, they have actually been defeated.

Mutai is just a beast, and the flat piece will die if you pinch it. The only trouble is that the black monster will spray in all directions, aimless wind arrows come and go, and it is difficult to dodge.

At this time, Chu Huan felt a gust of wind blowing from under his feet. It started gently, almost as if it "started at the end of Qingping". Going out, it becomes a huge vortex.

In the middle of the vortex, the strength of the wind was not very felt, but the wind became more violent as it went outward. This time, Nanshan almost gave it his all, and the trees in the forest fell sideways, like a typhoon passing through.

The hurricane scattered the flying wind arrows like this, and swept out a short passage for these people.

Then Nanshan lost all strength and leaned softly on Chu Huanshen's body. His breath was shallow and rapid, and he almost lost the strength to open his eyes. His injured arm was hanging on the side, and the poisonous blood kept flowing out. His whole body was cold, and his sanity became more and more shaky, almost hallucinating.

Gradually, in Nanshan's ears, the hustle and bustle of the world seemed to be drifting away from him. All he knew and felt was Chu Huan's heartbeat that seemed to become infinitely louder, and only the sound of Chu Huan's palm that was attached to his body. An irresistible warmth.

For a moment, Nanshan's heart was out of his consciousness, he forgot where he was, and just thought in a daze, "I'm going to die without regrets."

At this time, the voices finally approached. The mountain guards and gatekeepers are indeed born fighters. As long as there is no absolute disadvantage in numbers, tormenting monsters is a professional skill.

A whistle sounded from above, and Yuan Ping interpreted simultaneously: "This way, follow me!"

After finishing speaking, he stuck to the foot of one side of the mountain, stepped on the uneven rocks, and led the others to run to the high place quickly as if walking on the ground, and then arrows rained down from the sky, leaving a backing for the few of them. Outside the small path at the feet, it is an indiscriminate attack on other places.

It's a pity that the high IQ of the flat film is really a big trouble. After a group of sharp-eyed little monsters were shot to death, they immediately discovered the movements of Yuan Ping and his group, and blew the horn to remind their companions They drove the swarms of Mutai to catch up-the cruel gatekeepers never want to hurt their own people, so they have to let them fight rats.

At this time, people and monsters are almost desperately fighting for speed in the environment of flying over the roof and walls.

Just when the nearest Mutai almost chased after the broken mountain and opened his mouth to start spraying the poison, a figure suddenly descended from the sky, holding a long and narrow sharp weapon, wrapped in an unrivaled fierce wind, and brazenly smashed the monster's body The neck was pierced for a perfect piercing.

The man's skin and hair were black and white, his brows were so soft that they were almost beautiful, and his body was full of hostility like a water ghost.

Yuan Ping: "Patriarch!"

It was Ruger.

In the eyes of their own patriarch, the new gatekeeper looked like a precious child. Ruge's expression eased, and he glanced at Yuan Ping with a subtle smile, so kind that the gatekeepers looked creepy.

Then Luge saw Nanshan who was being hugged by Chu Huan, and his eyes were fixed: "Wind poison?"

Chu Huan said: "The medicine has been poured down."

Ruge nodded, turned around and pursed his lips as a whistle, then raised his chin to these embarrassed people on Hengren's chest: "Let's go first."

Dozens of gatekeepers and warriors among the mountain guards jumped down one after another and rushed into the group of black monsters Mutai, immediately setting off a one-sided massacre.

There were a total of three arrows left in the quiver in Chu Huan's waist. The group of them was running out of ammunition and food, so they were not polite to Ruge, and immediately hid behind the gatekeeper's front line.

In less than half an hour, except for a few scattered flat people who fled in panic, the other enemies were completely killed.Luge wiped the blood from his face and ordered coldly: "Clean it up, don't let the corpse pollute the water source."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked in front of Chu Huan and the others, half knelt down, and probed Nanshan's forehead and carotid artery.

Chu Huan asked nervously, "How is it?"

Seeing that he was so nervous, Ruge felt better about his blunt attitude, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, just stay through it, he should be healed tomorrow after staying up overnight - why did you go this way? How about a brother?"

The reason for this is that it is difficult to explain in a single word. When asked about the stick, several people fell silent in unison.

Seeing such a reaction, Lu Ge suddenly understood, he paused, and stood up: "Let's go first, don't go up Nanshan for now, we have a vacant room at the gate of the mountain, let him rest there for a night, wait for him Let's talk when we wake up, as for that brother..."

Xiaofang said, "I'll go up the mountain and inform my brother's family."

Ruge nodded and walked ahead to lead the way.

His face was always cold and indifferent, but he was not really indifferent. After walking a few steps, Luge couldn't help turning around and asking, "How did that brother die?"

Dashan's eye circles turned red: "He died with Wushihua and Phantom Monkey, all because of me."

Ruge paused, and his pupils shrank suddenly: "What? You met the dead flower and the phantom monkey? Are they within the range of the Forest of Steles?"

Yuan Ping replied heartlessly: "Patriarch, the forest of steles has been swallowed into the cave, and we failed to make it."

Ruge was not as broad-minded as he was. Hearing this, his complexion suddenly changed, and his eyes became more and more black and bottomless. He called another gatekeeper, and hurriedly said: "You help me!" I'll take care of the mountain guard brothers."

Then Ruge pulled Yuan Ping away: "Come with me, tell me what happened on the way."

Chu Huan has been carrying Nanshan into the mountain gate. After entering the mountain gate and bypassing the holy spring, and then through a winding road that winds around a big cave and a small cave, he came to a place that looks like a small valley, surrounded by unattainable mountains. On the mountain wall, a beam of light hits here straight up and down, like a naturally formed small patio.

There are many small houses in the small valley, which are equipped with bedding, and are places for the gatekeepers to rest when they are not on duty.

The gatekeeper who led the way led Chu Huan to the largest room, glanced at Nanshan's face, and said in a low voice, "May I get you some food and water?"

Chu Huan said in the Liyi language that he had already mastered a lot: "Excuse me, thank you."

The gatekeeper quickly delivered all kinds of necessities, and thoughtfully closed the wooden door at the entrance of the cave for Chu Huan.

Chu Huan gently put Nanshan on the bed, stretched out his hand to touch it, and touched the blood and sweat on his hand first. He didn't know if Nanshan would become dehydrated if this continued.

Chu Huan's gaze turned to the jug, and when he was about to stand up and pour a glass of water for Nanshan to pour down, Nanshan, who was delirious, grabbed his arm.

Nanshan grasped tightly, as if pulling a life-saving straw in drowning, his fingers creaked, and he couldn't break it apart. Chu Huan had to bend down, and said in a soft voice in his ear: "Let go, let go!" Song, can I pour you some water to drink?"

Nanshan obviously didn't listen to anything, and Chu Huan even doubted whether he was still conscious.

He clenched his teeth tightly, shaking Chu Huan's wrist. Chu Huan stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Nan Shan's hand. He fell on him—this time, with a force that was almost a death struggle, Chu Huan was knocked down on the hard stone bed.

Chu Huan felt that his ribs were about to be strangled twice by Nanshan, but he didn't struggle. Ren Nanshan hugged him without letting go, and then slowly raised his hand, putting it on Nanshan's back, like a smooth hair Gently stroked.

"Didn't you say you wanted to say goodbye to me?" Chu Huan said.

Nanshan was delirious, so of course he couldn't answer.

Chu Huan showed a helpless smile.

His hand moved up along Nanshan's back, and then he raised his hand and pinched the back of Nanshan's neck, completely knocking him out.

Only then did Chu Huan stand up and saw that the poisonous blood had been drained from the wound, and the blood was bright red, so he gently wiped the wound for Nanshan and bandaged it up like a fine handicraft.

After finishing, Chu Huan simply leaned on the head of the bed. It was difficult for him to feel awe of the mountain guard and the door guard's slanted medical system. In order to prevent Nanshan from contracting a fever, he had to guard by himself.

Facts have proved that the medical system with a slanted sword is actually reliable.

As Luge predicted, Nanshan woke up the next day.

He was stung by the light coming in from the door, and he was stunned, only to realize that he had returned to the mountain gate.

The door seemed to be open, and the small wind lifted the wooden door one after another, sometimes making a "squeak" sound, rolled into the room, and brushed the tip of his nose playfully.

Nan Shan turned his head, and saw Chu Huan sitting at the door with his back to him, fiddling with something in his hands, making metal clanging sounds from time to time.

After being a savage for so long, Chu Huan was still not used to running around naked all day long. After Xiaofang and the others returned to the top of the mountain, he asked someone to help him take down all the clothes and daily necessities he had left in his residence. , he guarded Nanshan overnight, until early in the morning, when Nanshan was obviously stable, Chu Huan had time to clean himself up again.

He put on a new shirt with blue vertical stripes, put on trousers, put back his glasses, and immediately returned to the state of a beast in clothes.

Chu Huan's own shirt was on, and it looked a little empty. Nanshan stared greedily at his back, unwilling to look away. up.

Chu Huan was holding a small piece of thin wire in his mouth, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was not used to holding tools commonly used by craftsmen in the clan.

"Are you awake?" Chu Huan said, dropped his things, washed his hands, walked to the bed, and reached out to touch Nanshan's forehead.

The mountain guard's physical fitness really didn't matter. With such poisonous injuries and physical and psychological torture, he actually woke up like a full-bearded man after a night's sleep. He didn't even have any symptoms of inflammation after a night.

Nanshan was a little embarrassed to be touched by him, but he didn't dare to move, and only responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Chu Huan picked up the bowl beside his pillow, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Would you like wine or water?"

Nanshan: "...wine."

Without saying a word, Chu Huan picked up the wine barrel hung on the wall by the gatekeeper, poured a bowl of medicinal wine and handed it to Nanshan.

In an instant, the two of them seemed to be back in that small county town on the border.

It was the first day that Nanshan picked up Chu Huan. He remembered that Chu Huan was in a panic at that time, with bruises, bruises and penetrating wounds caused by something unknown, and it took him a whole day and night to wake up dying.

The two of them were also like that at that time, standing and lying down, with a jug of strange medicinal wine in between, talking to a tattered Xinhua dictionary.

Chu Huan stared at Nanshan as he drank the medicinal wine, did not speak, but whistled at the side—it was the ditty that Nanshan blew on his flute to startle the sting when he first met him.

It's a pity that Chu Huan's musical cells fell into his own mother's stomach, and his whistle was neither melodious nor lively, let alone aesthetic taste--out-of-tune is completely unrestrained, and it is almost impossible to hear it at first glance. Tune, it looks like you are urinating for a child.

Nanshan drank two large bowls of medicinal wine in one breath in a muffled voice. Only then did Jiu Zhuang courageously pluck up the courage to break the silence and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

"Make iron broilers." Chu Huan said, and sat back to the door. He leaned comfortably against a corner of the wall, stretched his legs forward, and twitched. "It's the kind that Yuan Ping said." Rack for barbecue."

In terms of eating, drinking and playing, Chu Huan is really ingenious. It didn't take long for him to use some iron scrapped by blacksmiths to beat and bend around. He built a simple iron frame, which made Nanshan dazzled.

Chu Huan methodically cleaned the iron frame, oiled it and burned it.

He came in and out like this, looking very busy, even though the two of them didn't say a word, it didn't look too awkward.

Finally, Chu Huan brought a large plate of meat.

The plate was huge, but the slices of meat were so thin that the light could almost pass through when you lifted it up. It can be seen that Chu Huan was not bragging, at least his knife skills were very good.

The sliced ​​meat is being marinated in an unknown soup.

Chu Huan quickly lit the charcoal, and started an unlicensed open-air barbecue on the spot. Anyway, Ruge probably wouldn't come to fine him for the smoke.

When the iron frame heated up, Chu Huan brushed a layer of oil on it without haste, and didn't put anything on it. A unique fragrance after the oil temperature rose had already diffused out.Chu Huan clamped the thin slices of meat with iron tongs and put them on the iron rack. Just like what Yuan Ping said, there was a sound of "呲啦", and the fragrance overflowed, making people salivate when they smelled it. Chu Huan seemed to be a veteran. Turning the meat, poking the fire, like having three heads and six arms, taking care of everything, all with the right timing.

He put the grilled meat on the bamboo plate and waved to Nanshan: "Come here."

It took a long time for Nanshan to realize that this way of eating is the most original and the most convenient way of eating on the other side of the river where he never tires of fine food and fine meat.

However, in retrospect, he felt that he had tasted all the flavors of the world from that thin roast meat.

The infinitely far and infinitely vast world that he had longed for and longed for was melted by Chu Huan in the myriad of flavors, revealing the tip of the iceberg for him to see.

The two of them didn't talk much, they ate a pot of medicinal wine and a plate of barbecue in silence.

【Volume [-]: Dead Land】