I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

After a farce ended, Hu Yibai was just about to leave quietly with the sparrow in his arms, when a figure suddenly caught up behind him, and he didn't deliberately stop him, but kept his pace at a moderate pace, staggering a step away from him.

Walking to a secluded place with few people, Feng Ling said: "Do you have a grudge with Long Chiyu, or are you trying to save the scene?"

"..." Hu Yibai turned his head slightly to look at him, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

But it's true, with Feng Ling's sensitivity, he should have noticed it a long time ago.

Before he could figure out how to explain it so that he could return to the original owner's character design without losing his horse, Feng Ling had already answered for him: "I think the latter is more involved, although I don't know what your intentions are, but you It’s best not to do such useless work again.”

The implication is that even if you treat me like a cow or a horse, I just think it's ridiculous.

Seeing Feng Ling drifting away on the mountain path, Hu Yibai stopped at the same spot, feeling more and more that it was right for him to approach him as a senior brother.

After all, people's first impression is very important in social interaction, not to mention deep-rooted, it's almost the same.

What's more, as the saying goes, it is easy to change from good to bad, and it is difficult to change from bad to good.

He suspected that even if he rushed over to block him with a sword, Feng Ling would think that he was playing a trick.

Feng Ling carried a basket on her back, and rushed all the way, thinking that the senior brother who missed the appointment might have already left first, but he didn't expect that when he arrived at the agreed place, the senior brother was still waiting for him.

Just leaning against the tree trunk, he looked very tired, and even took up a few blades of grass on the bamboo hat.

Feng Ling first apologized for not being punctual, then leaned in to help him remove the fallen leaves, and worried: "Brother, are you alright?"

Hu Yibai covered his heart, galloping all the way made the zhenqi in his body a little disordered, and he had no time to speak.

I thought to myself that you walk so briskly, I can only take a shortcut and drill into the grove before you.

Feng Ling handed him the bamboo tube very thoughtfully, Hu Yibai said thank you, took it and drank a little.

The slightly cool touch fell on the tongue coating, and the dryness and heat all over the body immediately calmed down. It was cool, and after careful aftertaste, there was still a touch of sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

The taste is not quite like spring water in the mountains, so I couldn't help but take another sip and asked, "What kind of water is this?"

Feng Ling: "Frost Dew."

Hu Yibai looked at the Frost Dew in a large bamboo tube, and suddenly said 'huh': "Today is really eye-opening."

Although the ingredients of this cold frost dew are not expensive, it is time-consuming and labor-intensive. You need to collect the ice dew that condenses on the bamboo leaves in the morning, and you only take one drop from each leaf. It is said that drinking this water for a long time will help you to cleanse yourself. Hu Yibai only listened to it as a rumor before, but he didn't expect that someone would actually do this.

Hu Yibai twisted the lid of the bamboo tube and returned it to him. Feng Ling didn't take the bamboo tube, but said: "This is for senior brother, I still have it."

Then he showed Hu Yibai his own pannier, and found that there were also two medicine shovels, two seat cushions woven from bamboo strips, two dry food wrapped in oil paper, and two sweat towels for wiping hands, all neatly packed inside. All together.

Hu Yibai couldn't help sighing that he had prepared a copy of everything, what kind of little angel this is.

Obviously he was the one who urged Feng Ling to collect the medicine, but in the end he didn't prepare anything, but Feng Ling thought of everything.

Then look at Feng Ling looking at him with the expression of "Senior brother, is this okay?", obedient and sweet, wishing to reach out and rub his head twice.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, if Feng Ling had the same attitude towards Hu Yibai as he did to his senior brother, he would have the courage to confess immediately.

After drinking two more sips of water, Hu Yibai covered the bamboo tube with the stopper and put it directly in his storage bag, "Let's go to Wanyao Valley, the mountain road will be even more difficult to walk when the sun comes out."

The sunlight is thin, and the canyon between the two hills is shaded by thick old trees, and dense vines and snow-white dodder are entwined among the luxuriant branches.

The ground is full of disordered weeds, and the shortest place is knee-high. In order to prevent snakes in the grass, you need to use bamboo poles to push away the surrounding weeds while walking, which can play the role of scaring the grass to a certain extent.

The two of them were picking grass on the ground with a bamboo pole. Along the way, Feng Ling would squat down from time to time and dig a few herbs with the shovel.

And Hu Yibai, who proposed to come to collect herbs, was like a dandy on an outing, walking all the way without even getting a single grain of soil on the shovel in his hand.

With his hands behind his back, he glanced east and west, as if none of the herbs in the mountains and plains caught his precious eyes.

Feng Ling put two purple cloud grasses into the basket again, turned her head to see that Hu Yibai had no intention of doing anything, and asked tentatively: "Brother, what kind of herbal medicine are you looking for? Although I am not as good at herbalism as a doctor, I know a little bit about it." One or two, maybe I can help senior brother find it."

Hearing that he wanted help, Hu Yibai waved his hand: "No problem, this kind of herbal medicine is not easy to find, I just came here to try it out today, I don't have to find it."

His original intention was to watch Feng Ling practice swords on weekdays, and it was rare to come to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines. Now that he finally came here, he could gather all the purple cloud grass he needed at once, and he didn't want to cause him any more trouble.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ling's expression suddenly darkened, like a little goldfish who had been wronged, and continued digging for medicine in silence.

"..." Hu Yibai changed his words: "It's the red-eyed ghost-face mushroom, just take a look for me when you pick purple cloud grass."

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out: "A red-eyed ghost mushroom with a trillion spirit stones?"

After finishing speaking, he immediately felt a little impolite, and explained: "I heard that this medicine was auctioned once before in Lingshi City. At that time, the price was sold for one trillion spirit stones. So far, no other elixir treasure has broken this record."

Hu Yibai nodded: "There are many ghost-faced mushrooms, but the red-eyed ghost-faced mushroom among them is rare. It is said that after one red-eyed ghost-faced mushroom is harvested, it will basically take tens of millions of years to regenerate a second one. And once it leaves The earth will wither within three days, and a trillion spirit stones are worth it."

In fact, the bad thing is that it is difficult to preserve, otherwise let alone a trillion spirit stones, even if it is Yijing, Qingqiu can allocate money to buy him one back.

Feng Ling didn't expect that senior brother actually came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines to find such a rare herb in the world. Although it was a bit cold water to say it, the medical training school next door in the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines had gone back and forth to pick it countless times. If there was, I would have asked them to pick it went.

When he looked for Ziyuncao again, he was a little absent-minded. Although he felt that it was impossible, he still couldn't help thinking, what if he found it.

Thinking about it this way, he didn't cut the thick and luxuriant purple cloud grass any more, and just opened it to see if there was a ghost face mushroom hidden underneath.

Hu Yibai watched Feng Ling's reaction from behind.

Alas, I was worried about becoming like this, so I didn't want to tell him.

At noon, even if you walk in the depths of the canyon, you can still feel the poisonous sunlight falling from the branches.

Hu Yibai looked at the child who was still looking hard in front, and shouted: "The sun is too big, let's rest first!"

Said that he sat down on the ground first.

Feng Ling hurried over with the bamboo basket on her back, seeing that the place where Hu Yibai was sitting was a bit wet, she took out the bamboo mat and spread it beside him.

Hu Yibai tilted his head to look at him, lazily not moving.

Suddenly said: "Junior brother, I feel like you are my little wife."

Feng Ling, who was taking dry food out of the basket, slapped her hands when she heard this, and the shortbread wrapped in oil paper almost rolled out of her hands.

I heard my brother smile warmly: "It's okay, I just feel that you are too kind to me."

"..." When he took out the two shortbreads, he was shocked to find two holes in the parchment paper with his fingers.For some reason, she was flustered like a drum beating even though she had done nothing wrong.

Feng Ling closed her eyes and recited the Purifying Mantra silently, only then was she able to calm down the restlessness in her heart.

He came over and handed a shortbread to the brother.

Hu Yibai thanked her kindly, and touched her fingertips during the handover, Feng Ling suddenly shook her hand away like an electric shock.

Suddenly the round pancake fell to the ground, and several layers of puff pastry fell off.

Hu Yibai was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at the latter, only to realize that Feng Ling's expression suddenly became so serious, he almost thought that Feng Ling saw through that he was Hu Yibai.

After a while, he lowered his head and picked up the shortbread on the ground. Only then did Feng Ling regain his composure, and hurriedly handed over another shortbread: "Brother, eat this."

Hu Yibai had already put the shortbread in his mouth and took a bite: "It's nothing, the grass that has just been drenched by the rain is not considered stolen."

After that, the two of them sat on the ground and gnawed a shortbread, but the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Hu Yibai glanced at Feng Ling through the bamboo hat from time to time, for fear that he would see through his disguise and draw his sword to attack.

Feng Ling took bites of shortbread that tasted like chewing wax. He felt that something was wrong with him, like he was possessed by a demon.

The two sat quietly for a while with their own thoughts, and Hu Yibai clapped his hands and was about to get up, when he heard a mournful roar from the canyon not far away.

Although the sound was not loud, one could feel that the whole ground was trembling. Looking up, the surrounding plants and trees shook continuously, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The two looked at each other, and immediately drew their swords to be on guard.

But then they found that no one appeared, but the intermittent roar continued, like the scream of some wild beast when it was killed.

Hu Yibai glanced in the direction where the voice came from: "It seems to be inside the Sandan Gorge."

Hearing the beast's voice getting weaker and weaker, he glanced at Feng Ling: "Wait a minute, I'll go and have a look."

"I'll go too." Feng Ling put down her backpack and followed him with her sword in hand.

There is a Qinghe River meandering down from the top of the mountain in Sanduanxia. Because it was cut into three sections by two giants from the middle of the river bed, it got its name: Sanduanxia.

When the two arrived, they found that there was really no one around, only a group of white shadows struggling by the Qinghe River, and Hu Yibai could only recognize it as a huge group when they were far away.

There are a lot of long white hairs that it bit off by the river, and the bright red blood that flowed from the wound.

Because it struggled so fast, it was impossible to tell what kind of spirit beast it was.

When they tried to approach, the spirit beast suddenly became alert, at first it just quietly stared at them with a pair of dark purple eyes without blinking.

But when Hu Yibai thought it let go of its defenses and wanted to help it remove the trap that was stuck on its foot, the spirit beast suddenly stretched its neck towards them, opened its mouth full of fangs and bit it.

Hu Yibai didn't expect this guy's neck to be quite long, so he pulled Feng Ling and turned around to hide. When he was running, the spirit beast started roaring again, spit out a hurricane from its big mouth, and instantly overturned the two of them.

He hurriedly hugged Feng Ling and rolled to one side, a stone just hit the back of his head, the two looked at each other through the bamboo hat, and the warm touch came from between their lips.

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