[Comprehensive] Shining like the sun and the moon

"What's going on, didn't you say you went out to visit famous mountains and rivers?" Tan Zhao frowned.

Yu Shao's injury was temporarily under control. He Yong looked at Yu Shao whose face was almost transparent, and his guilt was about to overwhelm him. He put his head in his hands and whimpered: "Shuzhi, it's all my fault, if it wasn't for me Nothing, and Yu Shao will not get hurt to protect me, it's all my fault!"

Tan Zhao handed over a cup of hot tea: "Let's get to the point."

He Yong's body was still stained with Yu Shao's congealed blood, and his whole body was completely icy cold. He suddenly touched the teacup, but it was so hot that he couldn't hold it: "I'm really useless!"

Tan Zhao poured another cup of tea and poured it down: "What about now?"

He Yong's emotions finally calmed down a little, and he told what happened in the past few days intermittently.

Just after the Spring Festival, He Yong and his father and elder brother went to visit the patriarch, and they were invited by chance, saying that there was a strange scene in the land near the sea. Xianshan appeared.

As soon as he heard it, he was very interested, but He Yong was timid, so he wanted to invite a good friend to go with him.

Yu Shao was very interested and agreed, but Tan Zhao didn't go because of his criminal record and because he wanted to send his younger sister to school.These days, there are rumors about the fairyland of the fairy mountain, there are eight hundred if not one thousand, there is a half-hearted mountain god, he thinks it is a private tour.

Who knew that this fairy mountain was so fierce.

"We went as a group, but we really didn't expect much, but we really found the fairy mountain." He Yong bit his nails subconsciously, and now the fear is still there, "We were at the seaside, and we were very excited to see the fairy mountain. But in the blink of an eye, we were on the mountain!"

In the middle of the night, the bright moon was in the sky, and the moon was surprisingly big, as if he could touch it with his hand. He Yong remembered clearly that the moon became more and more evil, and it actually shone with a faint red light.

The red moon is inauspicious, the group of them were terrified, they wanted to go back but there was no way, finally Yu Shao stood up, but unexpectedly, when they saw the coast, many burning flints suddenly shot down from the sky , as if it fell from the bright moon.

"I remember that there was a red light that shot towards him in a hurry, and Yu Shao clearly avoided it. Really, I was standing not far away, it didn't make sense..." He Yong is still a little confused now.

Yu Shao was injured, and suddenly the flint stopped falling, and a red sun suddenly rose in the sky. Everyone felt like they had escaped from death. When they looked up, the fairy mountain had long since disappeared.

It was clearly still midnight, and suddenly it was dawn. Everyone thought that they had offended the immortals, and the immortals punished them like this. Therefore, no one dared to extend a helping hand to the punished Yu Shao.

Tan Zhao frowned after listening to the messy narration: "Are you sure, you have really arrived at Xianshan?"

He Yong nodded dumbly.

"I believe that with your sincerity, Yu Shao has suffered such a serious injury. You have never changed or washed your clothes until now, have you?" Tan Zhao didn't need He Yong's response, and said directly, "You and Yu Yu Apart from blood, there is no smell of the sea on Shao's body."

Translated, you may have gone to a fake sea.

Since the sea is fake, then this fairy mountain is also very suspicious. Yu Shao is a mountain ghost, so don't know too much about the mountain. He must have seen or knew something, so he was killed in such a painful way.

The penetrating wound on Yu Shao's chest was directly broken open by a powerful and tyrannical force. The mountain ghost's physical body is very strong. He Yong also said that Yu Shao actually dodged, but he was still hit after dodging. The upgraded version of Tianlei he played is not too similar.

He Yong's face turned pale: "Why? Then Yu Shao..."

"Don't worry about it, there is no one I want to save that I can't save."

Hearing this, He Yong's heart suddenly settled.His mind relaxed, and he fainted on the spot with a thud.

"Come here, help your young master to rest."

Soon, a servant came over to help He Yong down. Although Tan Zhao spoke harshly, he felt a little uncertain. After all, the mountain ghost is not a human being. He used the power of He Shibi to suppress the injury for the time being. .

This injury is very strange, it has the ability to devour spiritual energy.

"You're finally awake."

Yu Shaoxu was so exhausted that he didn't have the strength to be poor. He just woke up and found that he was still alive. He was really glad that he met Zhu Yingxuan when he got off the mountain: "Thank you for saving me."

"Is that so sure?"

Xiao Shanshen smiled weakly: "I believe in you."

"Why don't you go back to Shaoshan?"

"I can't go back." At least for now, he can't go back. If he had the choice, he would definitely not go down the mountain.

Tan Zhao looked at Yu Shao, without saying anything, and suddenly said, "You know what hurt you, don't you?"

"...Zhu Yingxuan, sometimes people are too smart, and their lives will be shortened."

System: Little Mountain Ghost, you've got the truth!

His short life is his fault.

Yu Shao settled down, and then spoke softly to ensure that only the two of them could hear: "It's the wind civet stick."

Tan Zhao: "...Goodbye, farewell, no farewell."

"Hey - do you want to be so heartless!" Yu Shao was shocked by the shameless face of this human being.

Tan Zhao said that he had reason and evidence: "You said it was a wind civet stick! Don't go and seek death."

"..." The world is not worth it, sad.

What is a wind raccoon?Then we have to start with the wind raccoon.Legend has it that there is such a small animal that waits for the wind to blow off the fruit on the branches every day before it opens. It will eat it if it is available, and it will not starve to death if it is not eaten. It can be said to be very Buddhist.

The wind raccoon is small in size, and its single-target attack is almost equal to nothing. It is born of the wind, and as long as there is wind, it cannot be killed.And it naturally looks for a kind of grass that other creatures can't find, so this kind of grass is also called wind raccoon.

It is rumored that the wind civet stick is more powerful than the magic wand of a certain magic academy.

What else is this playing?Break up as soon as possible.

"But I'm very sure, that's not the wind raccoon." Yu Shao frowned, the way his brows could pinch a fly to death, "The wind raccoon is a divine beast, and it won't hurt people for no reason. The wind raccoon stick is just a tool for it to prey on."

"Don't get excited, your wound is bleeding again!"

Then a certain patient was forcibly stuffed with a bowl of medicinal soup, the taste lifted the spirit of the mountain god, and then... fainted.

Tan Zhao: ...It's not that exaggerated, is it? !

The system feels that if its own host becomes a Breaking Bad master, no one will dare to be the number one if he claims to be the second.

**

It is night, and the mountain wind blows.

After "coaxing" the two geese to sleep, Wang Xizhi returned to the bedroom.

Because he didn't like his sons surrounding him, only the youngest, Zijing, stayed with him in the thatched hut at the moment, and the others were all driven to work by him, to study.

After talking with the youngest son for a while, he felt exhausted and went to sleep.

Wang Xizhi is already very familiar with the sound of the mountains in the forest. Compared with his determination when he was young, he is now as peaceful as his father was.

He undressed and lay down, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the sachet on the table out of the corner of his eye.

It was given by the impolite boy. He wanted to throw it away, but somehow kept it and brought it to the bedroom.He had already opened the sachet to look at it, and there was a pack of herbs in it, exuding a faint fragrance.

Not strong, but very nice smell.

Thinking of this, Wang Xizhi couldn't help reaching out to take the sachet. The faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, and he was so relaxed that he fell asleep without even blowing out the candle.

On the second day, a servant came to knock on the door, but there was no sound after knocking for a long time. He was frightened to death, and hurried to find Wang Xianzhi.

Hearing that he could not knock on his father's door, Wang Xianzhi was so startled that he ran over without even his shoes on. After calling for a long time, there was no sound, so he ordered someone to knock the door open. Woke up from the dream.

"Father, you scared Zijing to death."

Wang Xizhi slept half his body stiff, but still held the sachet embroidered with vermilion grass in his hand. In his dream, he was still young and full of vigor, just like Zijing today.

He stared at the sachet in a daze, and suddenly smiled: "The old man was taught by this kid once! It's really irritating, irritating!"

Wang Xianzhi was puzzled: "Father?"

"He asked the old man to beg him!" Although the book saint's father was very angry, there was a happy smile on his face, "Hmph! No wonder he dares to covet the old man's goose!"

Wang Xianzhi:? ! ? !

"Zijing, get a pen and paper."

The pen and paper came soon. Wang Xizhi hadn't written for a long time. It wasn't that he couldn't write, but that he knew that his handwriting was not good-looking, so he refused to write bad-looking characters.

But now, he thinks it's okay again.

Before Wang Xianzhi could react, his father stuffed him with a letter, asking him to send it to Doctor Xiaotan.

The boy Xianzhi was surprised all morning, what did Shuzhi do?How could he inspire such a fighting spirit in his father?He was just too curious.

Wang Xianzhi rushed to the county town before sunset, and as soon as he returned to his second brother's house, he was stuffed with a document by his second brother, saying that it was from Mr. Zhu next door.

"Zijing, what's wrong?"

The young man Xianzhi pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly.

It's a pity that he went to the next door the next day, but he missed it, and it was He Yong who opened the door for him.

"Isn't Shuzhi in the mansion?"

He Yong shook his head: "Not here, because there are some things, I neglected to deal with them."

Wang Xianzhi couldn't help being a little anxious: "Then when will you come back?"

"The date of return has not yet been determined, is there something urgent for Mr. Wang?"

"Well, I'm a little anxious, can you tell me where Shuzhi has gone?" Wang Xianzhi thought over and over again, but he still spoke.

He Yong naturally wouldn't say it, and of course he didn't know, but it was related to Yu Shao's life and death, and he felt that there was nothing more important than this: "If Shuzhi returns safely, he must let you know as soon as possible."

The words were so strange that Wang Xianzhi's heart skipped a beat: "What does it mean to return safely?"

Tan Zhao, who was several kilometers away, finally couldn't help but sneezed. He rubbed his nose, and then checked Yu Shao's wound. It seemed that he was almost there.

"Can you hold on?"

Yu Shao nodded patiently, saying that he can still wait for a long time, so don't ask any more questions.