"It's... senior. This is what I want to say to you." He held on to his knees that were almost weak, took three steps at a time and rushed to Lang Chenyan, hugging his shoulders.
Lang Chenyan also gently hugged him and slowly raised his hand to pat his back.
At this moment, Tumi carefully poked half of his head out from the direction where Fu Yunge came.
"Ah, it's senior!" When she saw Lang Chenyan's face clearly, she jumped out happily, "I was scared to death when I heard you guys fighting just now..."
Lang Chenyan looked up and saw that it was her. He grinned a little, maybe it was a smile: "You are all fine, that's good."
The three of them met again, but they all survived the catastrophe, and they felt that the reunion was precious.
The cool breeze blew through the clothes, but the clothes of the three of them were much worn. Short-sleeved clothes are a bit inappropriate in such weather, but there is nothing you can do about it.
"Senior, have you been here all this time?" Fu Yunge asked.
Only then did Lang Chenyan remember and led the two of them deeper into the dense forest.
Pushing aside the hanging rattan and hanging tree branches, not far away is a moss-covered rock wall. The roots of the stone are covered with weeds and are stained with shiny pearls.
Fu Yunge and Tumi followed behind, and the rustling sound under their feet was sweet and ethereal.
Lang Chenyan led the two of them around the pile of rocks, and what appeared in front of them was an empty land and a cave filled with smoke.
"This is..." Tumi sniffed, surprised to smell the scent of herbs floating in the air.
Fu Yunge also smelled the fragrance in the air, like a patch of fragrant grass, which made people feel relaxed and happy.
"Didn't you notice anything?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the cave.
Lang Chenyan took a few steps forward, and at the same time, a figure limped out of the darkness in the cave.
When Fu Yunge and the two saw the face slowly reflected in the light, they were immediately surprised: "It's... Bai Wuque?!"
Lang Chenyan supported him, while Bai Wuque supported the rock wall with one hand and put the other hand on Lang Chenyan's shoulder. When he saw the two of them, he just smiled lightly and was not surprised.
But Fu Yunge and the two were really a little surprised. After the explosion that night, they thought that Bai Wuque would definitely die. But I didn't expect to see him again. It was such an unexpected surprise.
But despite this, he obviously still suffered a lot of injuries. His legs must have been lame from the blast, and his body was covered in scabs, and his face was also covered in embarrassing and swollen scratches.
"No need to look. I should thank God for being able to take this life and still have the energy to develop herbal medicine." He glanced at the eyes of the two people looking up and down, and said in a weak tone, "My junior brother sacrificed his life to become a benevolent person. If you become a senior brother, If he cannot fulfill his legacy, he will blame me even under Jiuquan."
After hearing what he said, both Fu Yunge felt a little uncomfortable. Bai Wuque himself didn't think anything of it. Instead, he asked the question again: "Didn't you find anything different when you came to this area?"
"I found it!" Tumi said quickly, "The blood mist in this area is very light, it was driven away by your medicinal smoke!"
Fu Yunge didn't understand at first, but after hearing Tumi's explanation, he quickly nodded in agreement.
Bai Wuque raised the corner of his mouth. But then there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes, because most of this secret technique came from the work of Henan Mountain.
He was washed downstream by the rapids that day, and was found by Lang Chenyan, and was brought to the cave here for recuperation. He barely woke up after being in a coma for several days. Fortunately, the two items entrusted to him by his junior brother were quite a lot, so he struggled to get up and study them regardless of his physical injuries.
Based on the results of Henanshan, he was able to have a sudden enlightenment, and thus supplemented the entire method and put it into experiments.
As for the effect... he could only say that he, indeed, could not compare with his junior brother until the end. The man had passed away, and he had suffered another disaster. Now that the desire to win in his heart was gradually disappearing, he was willing to admit that he had always admired Henanshan.
His heart was surging, his nose was sore, and he quickly stopped thinking about it.
"You might as well come in and take a look." He waved to the two of them and turned his main attention to Tumi. "I also want to hear your opinions. Maybe there is room for improvement."
The ground was slippery, and the two of them stepped on dead leaves and followed Bai Wuque into the cave.
The cave was low inside, so they had to bend down to get in. Not long after they reached the end, there was a small iron stove in the center, with a steaming cyan pot on top.
"Is this it?" After Fu Yunge saw it, he squatted down and gathered around him in surprise and admiration.
The medicinal smell in the pot is very special. Compared with the smell outside the cave just now, the closer you get, the lighter the smell becomes. The refreshing fragrance hits the nostrils and makes people feel a sense of clarity.
Tumi saw a bundle of herbs leaning against the stove, which seemed to have dried up. She also squatted down, stretched out her hands to pick everything, and whispered in her mouth: "Shake the wind chime, the wooden pond, the dragon tongue wild jujube..."
There were about seven or eight kinds of medicines marked on the ground by Bai Wuque. But after Tumi read each piece, he couldn't help but be surprised.
She stood up with a bang, but her head was hit by the rock wall. She covered her head in pain and slowly squatted down. Fu Yunge stepped forward and rubbed it gently for her. Then she freed her hands, picked up a handful of herbs and asked, "Is that all?"
Bai Wuque saw the difference in her expression, and he concentrated on it. He nodded and said, "That's right. Is there something wrong?"
"No, it's not..." She slowly lowered her head and began to think deeply, her eyes a little distant, "Just...only these..."
Fu Yunge looked at Tumi with a rare expression. Is it possible that these herbs have some secret or side effects?
Just listening to the name of the medicine Tumi recited just now, Fu Yunge sounded familiar. These should be cheap herbs that can be easily bought in drug stores, and are not very precious.
"I want to see, I want to see what your junior brother gave you, is that okay?" Tumi thought for a while, and finally raised his head and asked Bo Wuque.
Bai Wuque frowned. But he responded immediately, turned around and took out the piece of cloth from the corner.
Carefully handed over to Tumi, the piece of cloth had withstood several disasters and was now extremely fragile.
Seeing such a fragile and worn cloth, Tumi carefully held it with both hands and took it. When I started reading, the colors of blood and ink were mixed, and the light in the cave was dim, so it still took a lot of effort to finish reading.
"So, that's it..."
For a long time, Tumi thought about the above description over and over again, and seemed to understand it completely.
It turned out that the components of the blood mist had been deconstructed within a few days in the lower realm of Henan Mountain. According to what he recorded on the cloth, the blood mist contained a mixture of the blood and energy of the living, as well as an aura of resentment that was beyond the reach of the power of simple medicine and stone.
