sick man

Fengqi Mountain, known as the sacred mountain, stands majestically on the border of Zhuangyang City.When the world first opened, Fengqi Mountain was originally the dividing line of the only continent in the world. With it as the boundary, the land was divided into east and west.Later, with the expansion of the territory of the Li family of the royal family, the territory of Yunze Kingdom expanded again and again, and Fengqi Mountain was no longer used as a boundary, but instead became a natural barrier to protect the imperial capital Zhuoyang City.

Fengqi Mountain is majestic and steep, over a thousand feet high, straight into the sky.The beautiful scenery in the mountains, with countless exotic flowers and plants, rare birds and animals, often attracts tourists from all over the world to come and watch.Although there are countless people who go to Fengqi Mountain every year, all of them tacitly abide by an unwritten rule - from the place where the snow is seen in Fengqi Mountain, you can't set foot again, you must turn around and leave immediately.This rule is bizarre, but no one dares to easily test its authenticity.Because countless self-proclaimed brave people went in and never came out again.No matter if they are ordinary people or martial arts peerless masters, there is no exception.

About the realm after the snow, there are countless scary stories in the world, so that gradually, people don't dare to go to the heights of Fengqi Mountain, even the mountain people who have lived in Fengqi Mountain for generations are also cautiously keeping distance.

But early one morning, a woodcutter who was chopping firewood on the mountainside met a man.

It was almost midsummer at this time, the mountain flowers had already withered, but the wild fruits were not yet ripe, and the sun was getting poisonous, so only a few tourists could be seen at the foot of the mountain.It stands to reason that it is not uncommon to meet a person on the mountain, the strange thing is that the person is only thinking about going straight up, without the slightest intention to stop.

Seeing him go higher and higher, the woodcutter kindly called him to stop,

"Brother, you can't go any further!"

The man paused for a moment, as if he didn't hear it, and continued to walk up.

"Alas! Brother, brother!"

The woodcutter thought that the man didn't know the taboos of Fengqi Mountain, so he couldn't bear his life in vain, so he dropped the hatchet and chased after him.Helplessly, the man walked too fast, and the distance between the two became farther and farther. When he saw the man from a distance, he had already stepped into the snow.

The woodcutter had to stop and watched the man disappear among the rocks covered with snow.

That man was Mo Hongyu who quietly disappeared from Zhuoyang City.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the frightening legend of Fengqi Mountain at all, and he walked very steadily step by step, until he reached a cliff before stopping.

The mountain road was broken here, as if it had been torn apart viciously by an invisible big hand, and it was abruptly separated from the opposite mountain wall by more than ten feet, forming a deep valley.This deep valley was the destination of Mo Hongyu's trip.

He stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down. The valley was as deep as an abyss, and it was impossible to see the situation in the valley through the billowing clouds that could not penetrate even the sunlight.

Mo Hongyu was not in a hurry, he took out the sleeve arrow from his waist and shot it towards the bottom of the valley with all his internal strength. A moment later, there was a long sound of the arrow piercing through the valley.

After the sound dissipated, a boulder on which Mo Hongyu rested suddenly turned slowly, making a muffled sound of clattering.When the stone is completely turned away, a vine about half a meter long and as thick as an adult's arm is exposed from the gap in the middle.Mo Hongyu pulled up the vines with ease.Strange to say, originally only a small section of vines continued to lengthen as he pulled them. By the time Mo Hongyu tied the vines tightly around his waist, the vines under his feet had already twisted and twisted ten times. It's a few meters away.

Tsk!I don't know how many bad things that Duanmuche has done to build his lair in such a terrifying deep valley. Every time he goes back and forth, he is so troublesome!

While moaning, Mo Hongyu stepped down the steep stone wall.

He was not slow, but it took half an hour to get down to the bottom of the valley.When he untied the vine around his waist, the flexible and strong vine swished back along the original path as if alive.

As the saying goes, it's not strange to see too much, Mo Hongyu twisted his painful waist a few times, and walked along the stream in the valley to the source.

After a short walk, I saw a clean white stone tablet in front of me, engraved with three plain characters of Hengchun Valley.

Hengchun Valley, as the name suggests, means that there are no four seasons in the mountains, and all seasons are spring.Therefore, at this moment, all the flowers outside the mountain are withered, but the valley is full of colorful flowers.But Mo Hongyu turned a blind eye to the fairyland-like beauty in front of him, walked straight to the stone tablet, stretched out his hand on the word Hengchun, and wrote it as if tracing red.When he finished writing, he saw the "mouth" in the middle of the character Gu slowly protruding forward, revealing a hollow area with a pill inside.

Mo Hongyu picked up the pill and put it in his mouth before bypassing the stone tablet and continuing to walk forward.

As soon as you walk into the boundary of Hengchun Valley, the scenery changes drastically.There are no more melodious birdsong and fluttering butterflies, and even the sound of running mountain springs can no longer be heard clearly, and what floats in the air is no longer the slightly drunken aroma of plants and trees, but is replaced by tangible smoke.These smokes have a strange purple-red color, and are mixed with an indescribable fragrance, which is strange at first glance.

"Tsk! The taste has changed again, brother Zhan, what kind of poison has Old Man Duanmu researched?"

Because he took the antidote, Mo Hongyu was not affected by the smoke. Instead, he sniffed it curiously before turning his head to look at the place beside him.

In the thick fog, it is very difficult to reach out and distinguish five fingers, let alone someone who is an arm's length away from him.

Thanks to Mo Hongyu's exceptionally keen hearing, he was able to hear people through the fog barrier.

"Your ears are still so good."

Now that he was recognized, Zhan Qingmo stopped teasing him, stepped over, patted Mo Hongyu on the shoulder and laughed loudly.

"Hey, how dare you break into the famous purple mist array of ghost shadows?"

Mo Hongyu has never understood what modesty is, and accepts all compliments.

Zhan Qingmo had long been used to it, and walked forward together with his shoulders on his shoulders, chatting casually while walking.

Both of them talked a lot, and after talking all over the place, the Five Elements and Eight Diagrams formation in the valley was almost done, and then Zhan Qingmo remembered to ask Mo Hongyu what he was doing here.

"Oh, I really forgot if you didn't tell me!"

Mo Hongyu scratched his head and resented his memory, and took out the small round bottle Duan Mingyou gave him from his bosom and handed it over.

"Hey, this is it. My senior brother can't see what kind of poison it is, so let me look it up. As soon as I got it, I thought of you, Brother Zhan. Tell me, who else in the world is better at using poison than you?"

After such blatant compliments, no one can refuse the other party's request, not to mention that Zhan Qingmo and Mo Hongyu have a close relationship, but Mo Hongyu is just used to playing tricks, Zhan Qingmo shook his head and laughed,

"You are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue."

Without blushing, Mo Hongyu swore that everything he said came from the bottom of his heart, truer than pearls.

Zhan Qingmo had nothing to do with him, so he took the porcelain bottle and put it in his sleeve, and said with a master's attitude,

"You must be tired after coming so far, go down and rest first, and I will send someone to inform you as soon as I find out what the poison is."

While talking, the two had already entered the Zhuangzi where the plaque of Wangyou Mountain Villa was hung. Mo Hongyu hurried all the way, Jing Zhan Qingmo also felt exhausted, thanked him with clasped fists, and went down to rest with the boy who led the way up.

Zhan Qingmo doesn't have any special hobbies, he's just addicted to drugs.When he heard that even Duan Mingyou could recognize the poison in the bottle, he couldn't hold back his curiosity immediately, so he went into the room where he made the poison, pulled off the stopper and leaned over to smell it.

A fishy-sweet smell of rust immediately drilled into his nose.

Is it poisonous?

Zhan Qingmo frowned, he really didn't like the smell of blood.

But driven by curiosity, he still carefully distinguishes the smells except the smell of blood.

All poisons in the world are made from poisonous herbs or animal venom or a mixture of the two, and it is impossible to be colorless and tasteless.During the more than 30 years of immersion in Zhanqing ink, I don't know how many poisons have been made.It is no exaggeration to say that no matter what kind of poison, as long as he smells it, he can recognize it.But the taste of poison mixed with blood will change a lot, so he is not sure for a while.

After concentrating on identifying nearly a stick of incense, Zhan Qingmo's expression suddenly changed.

Because he smelled a very familiar smell, but he would never smell it again.

This taste... this taste is...

How can it be? !