early morning.
The first ray of golden light penetrated the morning fog.
The birds chirping loudly on the mountain behind the village, and the Qinghe River at the entrance of the village ripples with fine golden scales.
The fields on the river bank are lush and green, the breeze carries the fragrance of rice, and the delicate beads condensed on the thin leaves of weeds on the roadside slide down playfully.
The small market outside Miasma Forest was already very lively at this time.
Mrs. Su was sitting next to the pork stall. The vegetables in the basket in front of her were freshly picked from the vegetable garden in the morning.
The cloth shoes on her feet were soaked with dew as they stepped on the grass, giving them a slight chill, but they couldn't stop the smile on the old woman's face.
"...Yes, they came back late last night. Did you all hear the noise? When these boys came back, they made a lot of noise!" The old woman laughed and answered the people around her. She rubbed the soles of her shoes on the wet turf, removing the dirt from them. The wet soil, "After a long journey, they fell asleep early in the morning. I didn't wake them up and let them sleep a little longer. A few little bastards didn't know what they were doing outside when they saw the world. They got up later and said... I still need to go for a walk in the inner city... Hey, old woman, I’m too lazy to care. Isn’t there a saying that says a tired bird returns to its nest? Just go home when you’re tired!”
The old woman's open-mindedness made everyone laugh and talk about new topics more enthusiastically.
When Tianbao and others got up, the sun had already risen a little high. The adults were not at home and had gone to find work. Breakfast was left for them in the kitchen.
With some fireworks in their stomachs, the group set out for the inner city without much delay.
When Wheat Sui, who had gone back to sleep and was looking for someone, rushed to the Su family's yard, there was no one in the yard. The little girl was so angry that she screamed again.
The third floor of Wangque Tower.
As the temperature warms up in late spring, all the carved wooden windows in the third-floor bedroom are opened, making the room brightly lit.
The incense smoke curls up in the Boshan incense burner, and the elegant fragrance floats.
The low table next to the piano case was filled with things, all of which were information related to Gu insects that everyone had searched from everywhere during this period.
There are yellowed ancient books, faded bamboo slips, old paper that is almost worn out, silk with see-through writing, and parchment rolls with incomplete corners.
The short table was full of people.
In addition to Du Buguo and the children, the leaders of the three forces in the exile area also gathered here, and even Huo Ziheng came.
"The Qiang people are a foreign people, and there are very few records about the secret arts of foreign peoples in the pass. I used the power of Magpie Tower to search in the surrounding countries, and the only things I found were slightly useful records on silk cloth and parchment scrolls. In fact, The above explanation about Gu worms is only a few sentences, and there is no mention of blood-threaded worms at all."
Bai Xiaofeng frowned. In the past, he always boasted that he knew everything in the world, but when things really happened, he discovered that there were times when he was beyond his reach.
He said, "Besides, things have changed over at Tianbao. What we need more now is not the news about the blood-threaded worms, but perseverance."
Tianbao has already told them the method of undoing the poison calculated by Grandma Lu.
Every solution written on that parchment scroll was completely different from the direction they were looking for before.
In other words, the things they were looking for before were basically useless.
Huo Ziheng held the cattail leaf fan in his hand and forgot to shake it. His eyes fell on the dazzling array of books and papers on the low table. He frowned and said, "It may not be useless. Did you all look at these things one by one when they were collected? Search carefully, maybe It’s uncertain whether we can find any useful clues.”
At this point, even a few words of record are still a harvest for them.
After receiving his reminder, Du Buguo immediately picked out a book and read through the pile of original books collected by aristocratic families that he had found.
At the time when he gathered these things, he really didn't take a closer look, he just put all the books that had anything to do with Gu insects into his bag.
You have to take a good look and look for it!
Su Wen didn't say anything, just picked up the book and started reading chapter by chapter.
Most of the things he brought back were copied by the students for him.
Because of time constraints, if he relied on his own efforts, he might not have finished reading the books in the academy, let alone excerpting them.
Therefore, he has not read most of these excerpts.
Others were not idle either, each holding a book and started a reading meeting in Bai Xiaofengfeng's room.
After a while, a sudden tone sounded, breaking the somewhat dull atmosphere at the moment.
Bai Yu's peach blossom eyes widened, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "The magical skill of killing tigers passed down from ancient books? Who got this? Does killing tigers have anything to do with Gu insects?"
Wei Li stroked his twitching eyebrows, "How to train monkeys in juggling?... Can this be compared with the Eighteen-pole Chong?"
Su An closed the torn blue book in her hand and showed the title of the book with a smile, "Don't compare, I'll show you something even more outrageous! Family Heirloom: The Book of Wealth: The Pig! This kind of thing, you don't have to think about it to know who it is. I brought the goods back!"
The three of them turned their heads together and looked coldly in a certain direction.
At the focus of his gaze, Su Wu had already retreated to the corner, with a stiff smile on his face, "Misunderstanding! What a misunderstanding! You also know that people in the world are not strict about trivial matters. This was all brought to me by my brothers and buddies who have been loyal to each other for years... Although it is completely It’s not a joke, but we know love and affection, right? Ha, haha..."
After a while, the sound of punches and kicks was heard from the corner.
The others covered their foreheads, choked silently, and continued reading.
Bing'er leaned against her sister, looking at the books in front of her and picking at her fingers, feeling sad and lost.
She doesn't know Chinese characters, so she can't help at this time.
I have never seen a bug, or even heard of it before.
It would be nice if grandma was here, maybe my sister's poison has been cured.
The parchment that Mother Lu took notes on was placed in the empty corner of the table.
Although no one knew the words above, they all heard Bing'er read it once, and the words were already engraved in their minds.
"There are worms in the world, there are worms in the world..." Mr. Du muttered silently over and over while flipping through the book, wishing he could chew the word "the world". "The world is as big as the world, where can this worm exist?"
Why don't everyone have a headache?
The blood-threaded worms are known to come from the Qiang tribe, but the Buchang worms don't even have a provenance.
How is it different from looking for a needle in the sea?
In the corner, Su Wu had a pig-headed face and refused to believe in evil. His good brothers could not be so unreliable. They only found things for him to get beaten.
"Unchangeable, life and death, unchangeable insect..." He pulled together a bunch of messy things that he brought out and looked at them in person, his eyes as fierce as when he was fighting.
It was quiet inside, and the sunlight coming in from the window tilted and then retracted little by little.
Su Wu's fierce gaze suddenly froze, fixed on a piece of torn paper that had just been turned out in his hand.
After a while, my breathing began to become rapid, and in fact, it began to grow wildly.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! What did I say? Don't underestimate me!" Master Su gritted his teeth and rushed to the short table with murderous intent, swept away the things on it, and slapped the broken paper on the table in his hand. On the face, "Look what this is! I will never change! There are worms in the world!"
Everyone was shocked, their eyes immediately focused on the paper, and their heads followed suit.
The paper is very torn and wrinkled, as if it has been kneaded into a ball and then unfolded and kneaded again. At first glance, it seems that it is waste paper thrown out by someone.
The ink on the paper was so old that it was a little blurry, and I drew a simple drawing. On the left is a silkworm cocoon, and on the right is a tiny insect body that emerged from the cocoon!
Several words in the letter: There is an insect in the world whose name never changes. I traveled all over the world to search for it for more than ten years, and finally found it on the road to Shu. However, it cannot turn into a butterfly after breaking out of the cocoon. The beautiful woman does not wait, and the rock has moved.
One stroke of regret.
