Shanhedu

Here Tusheng sat paralyzed on the ground and muttered bitterly, while Fugui, who left the straw basket over there, hurried to Junhe who had turned into grass.

The appearance of this Clivia plant is Zhou Zheng, but unfortunately no one finds it pleasing to the eye.

Fugui pinched the leaves of Junhe with two fingers, looked at them, frowned and made a "tsk".

Ling Xiao looked at his puzzled expression, and asked Fugui coldly.

"Didn't you say that he can turn back into a human as long as he cultivates enough spiritual energy?"

Shen Suanzi was dumbfounded this time, and the next moment he caught a glimpse of the teacup next to the flower pot, he spoke again.

"Did you only feed him water?"

Ling Xiao nodded.

Fugui woke up like a dream, patted his seal, closed his eyes tightly, and immediately picked up the teacup after opening.

Stick out your tongue and taste it.

Seeing that his face changed in an instant, Ling Xiao put down his teacup and hurried out.

Qing Shui glanced at Ling Xiao who was standing up and holding Junhe in his hands, and followed Fu Gui with the Merry Fan, Ling Xiao followed behind.

Only the natives sitting on the ground and weeping in mourning were left.

After a cup of tea, the elders and fellow villagers of Baojian Village were summoned by Fugui in their borrowed courtyard.

Fugui set up desks, paper and pens in front of the long queue in a decent manner, one by one to give people a look of horoscopes.

Everyone didn't know what he was trying to sell, and you talked about whether this little kid was pretending to be a ghost.

Little did he know that Fugui had already understood the origin of their strange diseases, and he regretted the wasted efforts of the previous two days.

The line outside the yard was arranged by Ling Xiao to disperse after Fugui had read the horoscope for twenty people.

Squeeze into the courtyard and form a ball.

Already aware of the cause of the disease, the fortune teller complacently beckoned Ling Xiao Qingshui and the others to sit beside him.

Afterwards, Tu Sheng, who organized the team, also sat next to Qing Shui, and was ridiculed by him.

Four people plus a pot of grass sat in a row in front of the villagers.

Everyone was waiting for Fugui, who looked only in his teens, to announce his illness, and when they saw him clearing his throat and fiddling with paper and pen, they threatened him impatiently.

"You kid, are you playing tricks on us? Otherwise, go to the frying pan now!"

Fugui faintly showed a sly smile, and quickly said seriously: "The sores on your body have nothing to do with outsiders at all."

When a hundred or so people heard him say this, they immediately boiled over and scolded him for talking nonsense.

Shen Suanzi had expected that he would get such a reaction when he said it, so he calmly waited for their quarrel to end.

Qing Shui sat on the side and fanned the fan, naturally not in a hurry.

Ling Xiao focused all his attention on his little orchid grass spirit, holding the flower pot in his arms with both hands, fearing that these people would accidentally hurt Junhe.

Seeing that they were so calm, the villagers looked at each other and closed their mouths wisely.

Fugui looked at them with a smile on his lips, "Think about it, in this Baojian village, is every household blacksmithing? Food is the most important thing for the people, so there are very few people farming here?"

The villagers were stunned, the kid was right.

Seeing that they were speechless, Fugui continued: "Let's not talk about herbs on the mountains around the village, even weeds are rare. Doesn't anyone here think it's rare?"

The villagers still did not speak.

Fugui stepped on the bench and sat sideways on the table, glancing over everyone.

"It's because you guys know how to forge iron and sword all day long, so you got hit."

"..."

No one knows what a sword is, and every household in Baojian Village hangs a sword made of the best iron.

They give birth to children, from themselves to their children, they come out of the mother's womb, and they hear the teachings of the elders at home that they need to forge iron.

"The iron head is good, and there are ingots everywhere."

Fugui saw that some people still had blank expressions on their faces, and explained again.

"The water you drink in your village is hard and the food is not enough, so you eat twice a day, and the scars on your body are all year-round contact with the waste in the cast iron pool, which is like moths, slowly attaching to the body and devouring the flesh.

[-]. What you eat, drink, and use are all polluted by waste. When you eat something, it sticks to your body. This kind of infection is neither painful nor itchy. It takes a long time to break down your body. Of course, you can't find it early.

And because there is no blacksmith who knows how to heal, there is no way to cure this poison. After a long period of illness, your heart will also get sick, so you will regard those innocent outsiders as murderers. "

After a long list of riches and honors was said, few people in the yard could understand all of them.

Then he remembered that this village didn't even have a school, so he gave up explaining.

He directly called the head of Baojian Village and told him to find milk or goat milk for these people to drink.

The village chief also didn't understand what he said, Fugui was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he waved his hand impatiently.

"It can't be cured, but it can help to recover from the condition. Don't talk to me anymore. Go and come back!"

The village chief in his forties was told to leave by a "little boy" from Fugui, and the people in the village also left slowly.

The courtyard returned to calm again, and the people around him who had been silent all this time asked Fugui what was going on.

The magic operator snorted and spread out the list that he had just made for the twenty villagers.

"I saw their eyes, ears and tongue two days ago, and there was nothing wrong with these people except that their livers got angry. But the strange thing was him."

Fugui's eyes signaled Jun He in Ling Xiao's arms.

"What do you mean?" Tusheng asked him.

"Junhe was fine at first, but after feeding him the water here, it degenerated into its original form, which made me realize a new problem, that is, there must be clues in the eating and drinking of the people here.

Show these people a look at the horoscope, and among all the five elements, metal is the most prosperous, and there is very little contrast with wood.

I checked the food they ate again, and sure enough, I saw that the problem was caused by their forging iron for generations, and it had nothing to do with outsiders. "

Hearing this, Qing Shui sighed coolly.

"The ones hanging on that wall are really bad luck."

Ling Xiao only cared about his Junhe, asking about wealth.

"So, the reason why Junhe became what he is now is also because he drank unclean water?"

"Exactly."

……

Ling Xiao and his party didn't stay in Baojian Village for a long time. They watched the villagers swallow the milk, gradually closed the iron shop, and started to leave after they started their various livelihoods.

Before leaving, the villagers gave them a gift to express their gratitude.

A pair of native axes were forged by Rongshui, the village head's son, into a Zhanglang stick.

It is extremely delicate in the hands of the five big and three thick natives.

Ling Xiao didn't want to bring any more belongings with him, so he declined their kindness.

Qingshui added another exquisite fan tassel in the shape of a bird, and Fugui instructed those people to make a Xunlong ruler with a handle.

Two days after leaving Baojian Village, Jun He gradually improved, and returned to the elf form of the previous few days, and Ling Xiao's mood also improved a lot.

Passing by a cliff in the east, Ling Xiao was sitting on the horse, holding the little orchid essence gnawing on the fruit in one hand, when he suddenly heard a cry.

Looking up, a large living person was falling on their heads.

The shout from Ling Xiao's arms——

Jun He (crying) "Why is it always me... always me... me... me..."

The author has something to say: I posted it a few minutes earlier today, and it will be updated at 8:06 tomorrow.