"Old Ji, take us to Luoman Mountain!" Based on the old horse's previous reaction, Peng Zhan felt that this old horse was far more reliable than Ye Xiaowu.
Ye Xiaowu was not convinced at first. She had to question every choice Lao Ji made.
But when Peng Zhan asked her if she was sure, she said angrily: "You believe it, so naturally you listen to it. Anyway, it was brought to the wrong place, and it's all its fault."
But slowly, Ye Xiaowu's questioning voice became smaller and smaller, because the path that Lao Ji led slowly helped her regain her childhood memories.
"I remember that river. I rescued Xiaobai from under a tree by the river." Ye Xiaowu said excitedly.
"Who is Xiaobai?"
"Xiaobai is a rabbit. At that time, it was surrounded by several hyenas under the tree, curled up on the ground, and shivering."
"Oh, do you often do something to save small animals?"
"No, that was the only time." Ye Xiaowu pouted and said a little disappointed.
"Ah, why?" Peng Zhan couldn't help but asked curiously. With Ye Xiaowu's kindness, he would definitely not see such a scene of the weak and the strong.
"Grandpa won't let me. Grandpa said we don't want to get involved in the cause and effect of other lives unless we have to."
"There are many, many reasons why a rabbit is eaten. If we try to save it, we will destroy the original cause and effect and put ourselves in the situation."
"Grandpa said that when you expect the little white rabbit to repay a favor, you often get revenge from the hyena."
Ye Xiaowu's seemingly simple words touched Peng Zhan's heart deeply. Everyone advocates good deeds, but you must know that good deeds and evil deeds are interdependent.
Ye Xiaowu was kind to the little white rabbit, but evil to the hyenas. Perhaps because of her obstruction, these hyenas starved to death.
"Strong or weak, just like mountains and rivers, it's just a state of survival. God will arrange it all, how can you make the decision without permission?" Ye Xiaowu imitated her grandfather's tone and said, lifelike and worthy of it. He has acted.
Peng Zhan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He thought of that very ancient sect, that organization that was unwilling to participate in the cause and effect of anything.
But the history of that organization is older than Yelang Kingdom. Since Peng Zhan has determined that Ye Xiaowu's grandfather should be a descendant of Yelang Kingdom, he doesn't think that he has anything to do with this organization.
Before the emergence of Yelang Kingdom, that organization had already split into the Baixiao Sect, which profited from selling secrets. Although the history of Baixiao Sect was not particularly long, it was a nightmare that the villains could not erase.
"Climb this mountain and you'll reach my home." Ye Xiaowu said excitedly, pointing to the very steep mountain in front of her.
After saying that, she patted Lao Ji's butt with her hand, hoping that Lao Ji would start running, but Lao Ji just snorted and continued to walk at a leisurely pace.
Peng Zhan was very surprised at Lao Ji's endurance. Even a thousand-mile horse would have fallen down from exhaustion after walking such a long and rugged mountain road.
Although Lao Ji looks slow, his speed is not slow at all. After walking for such a long time, his condition is no different from when he first set off, and he is not panting at all.
"What kind of mountain is this?" Peng Zhan asked Ye Xiaowu softly.
"It's so high that it's naturally a peak. It's called Wentian Peak. Legend has it that an old woman who suffered unfair treatment asked God after losing her two sons. God also realized her mistake. In order to warn herself, she no longer When an injustice like this happens, it turns the old woman who questioned her into a mountain.”
Not to mention, Peng Zhan didn’t think this mountain looked like a person questioning God before, but as soon as Ye Xiaowu said it, he felt it was very appropriate, and it became more and more appropriate, so that later, he seemed to hear it The voice of an old woman roaring to the sky.
After turning over Wentian Peak, you will see a beautiful garden. The top of Wentian Peak is covered with snow, the waist of the peak is green, and at the bottom, there are hundreds of flowers blooming.
Mount Luoman is surrounded by steep and straight peaks on all sides. Although they are thin, they resist all the malice of nature towards Mount Luoman. Therefore, Mount Luoman is warm and humid, and feels like spring all year round.
And because there are long and narrow gaps between these four peaks, the air circulation in Luoman Mountain is very smooth, and the leaves are dense. Even though there is still a long distance, Peng Zhan can already smell the fragrance of high-quality medicinal materials.
In Peng Zhan's eyes, this place is simply a large natural medicine storehouse. Due to the obstruction of thick fog, ordinary people cannot come here at all, so it still maintains its most primitive state.
The light breeze came towards him, and Peng Zhan couldn't help but take a deep breath.
In this air, he smelled the smell of thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. He could smell this smell, not because the smell was too strong, but simply because he was most familiar with the smell of Ganoderma lucidum.
Because in this wind, he smelled a smell that was even more unique than the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, but he didn't know what the smell was coming from.
