Polygonum multiflorum is of course not a ginseng fruit, so it does not have the property of "falling when it encounters gold", but it is true that it "disappears when it encounters soil".
Therefore, the basket originally used to hold Dangkang, the basket that belonged to Yuzai, was used to hold Shanbo.
After being educated by Concubine just now, Shanbo seemed very honest. He didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about stealing food without losing a lot of rice. If you look closely, you can even find that Shanbo's actions are different from those of others. It was different when it was caught. It was "sitting" in the basket, as if it was asking for spiritual light from heaven and earth.
Although you looked a little embarrassed when you tried your best to steal food and still got caught, the way you ended up in confinement in a basket and thought about the grass was really beautiful.
But this posture makes Yu Zai a little concerned, because this sitting posture is very similar to Taoist meditation.
Would a wild Polygonum multiflorum know this?
Yu Zai thought it was impossible.
The warriors of the Jinghua clan seemed a little apprehensive about this thing, while the warriors of the Tiler Ya clan were leaning in front, huddled together in bamboo hats, and their faces were carefully looking at the pile of Polygonum multiflorum sitting there through the basket, like Awesome prison visitation team.
"Lu Hao, your harpoon throwing skills are so good, you can even compare to an archer."
Yu Zai had a good impression of Lu Huan, a capable and powerful but taciturn warrior.
"It's just familiar. Wu Miu praised it."
Lu Huan responded, not proud, not complacent, not even proud, just like it was something that should be done.
"Teach me when you have time. I want to ask you for advice."
As the saying goes, if you have many skills, you won't be overwhelmed. Although throwing skills are not as good as the main attributes such as "strength", "speed", "intelligence" and "charm", they still need to be added!
"I don't dare. As long as the wizard needs it, I will do my best to teach it."
The three of them have temporarily joined the Akafata clan and become members of the Akafata clan. Although they are conducting guidance work, the top leader is still Zanzai, so they all call Yuzai a witch instead of "the witch of Akafata". ", nor "zai".
Yu Zai chatted with him, and gradually Lu Hao talked more.
The journey was long and night fell. Everyone pushed the log cart to a sheltered place. The mountains in the distance could no longer be seen clearly. The vast mist covered the sky and the sun. He Zai used witchcraft, the scorching wind and the bright light, It warms everyone's body in an instant.
Little Dangkang ran to the foot of the mountain and came back with wild fruits in his mouth.
The soldiers stopped and began to build simple fortifications. In fact, they just cut some wood, pulled a fence, and lit a fire.
Yu Zai fell into silence and was making "blessings", hoping to get some responses and improve his witchcraft. Yu Tu was writing slips and staring at Shan Bo.
Boom——
Shan Bo raised his hand and patted the basket, his faceless head still looking in the direction of Sun Zai.
"What?"
Yuan Tu knew that this thing was not normal. He had never seen grass that could run. This kind of living thing somewhat subverted his understanding. On the contrary, it looked more like a god than a strange beast.
Dong Dong——
Shanbo patted the basket, but his movements were very gentle and careful, and he pointed at his own roots and then at Yutu.
It makes a gesture of giving away roots, which roughly means "if you let me go, I will give you benefits."
Yan Tu looked at it with dead fish eyes.
Shan Bo patted the basket again, as if he felt that Yan Tu was disdainful of the roots, and it was very angry, so... it knelt down with a snap.
"Uh huh huh..."
That kind of low, but unable to completely come out sound, as if he was holding his breath and couldn't express it. Shan Bo flattered Yu Tu without dignity. Some of the soldiers of the Jing Hua clan nearby also saw this scene. I feel like my whole life's outlook has been overturned.
Isn't this thing very powerful? Why does it have no dignity at all?
"How can human cognition and grass's cognition be the same! Wait...what is grass's cognition?"
The warriors of the Tianya clan added a sentence at the right time, but they themselves scratched their heads as they spoke.
The fierce man scratched his head, confused.
This is quite true. For Shanbo, being able to run away is the best result. As for whether he loses his dignity in the process, he doesn't even know what these two words mean.
Yuan Tu's eyes moved. He put down the slips and pressed his hand on the basket. Shanbo was obviously very excited. Yuan Tu stared at him, but what she was thinking about was a paragraph she was about to write:
"The wild east of Daxie, in front of Nanqiu, is called Shanbo's Wilderness. There are many trees, and there are Shanbo coming out. They are grassy, with roots and stems for the body, like a human child. Its voice is whimpering, and it can cross one's knees and bow. Every time it rains, it appears in the In the wilderness of Shan Bo, stealing food from passers-by..."
That mountainous area had no name, it was just a place passing by on the road, and Yuan Tu silently thought about this passage and prepared to give the mountain where she was living a name.
Shanbo saw that Yutu had not moved for a long time, and seemed to think that he had not seen any benefit, so he was unwilling to let him go, so Shanbo paused for a moment, and then the two "hands" held his "feet".
With a click, one of the roots was broken off. Shan Bo took his own "foot" and passed it through the gap in the basket to Yuan Ta.
Yutu's eyes suddenly lit up, and then she deliberately "looked" at Yuzai, who was still praying.
He reached out and took away the root, and then continued to look at Shan Bo.
Shan Bo was stunned for a moment and seemed very unhappy, but in order to get out, he thought he didn't have enough chips, so he stretched out his hand again, fiddled with the basket, broke off four roots several times in a row, and pushed them all to the front of the basket.
Yuan Tu was very satisfied, this stuff must be a good medicinal material.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Tu extended her hand again.
The scene was a little quiet, and Shan Bo was very unhappy, very unhappy.
But Yutu said that if you don't give it, I will leave.
Shanbo strongly condemned this behavior of picking up Polygonum multiflorum, but in order to escape, it had no choice but to endure the humiliation and succumb to Yuan Tu's power, so he handed over five more roots.
Although it has many roots, it cannot withstand such damage.
Yutu smiled happily and nodded, indicating that Shan Bo was very wise.
Shan Bo was also very happy and kept bowing.
Yuan Tu smiled and nodded, then left, moved her buttocks, and went to study the roots.
Shanbo was lying on the basket in a daze, with the whole fleece-flower root attached to the bamboo strips. At this time, Shanbo, who had never been robbed by anyone but me, finally grew up.
Grass will always grow.
Grass (literally, really).
From this moment on, Shan Bo, who had no dignity, knew the dangers of society.
Shanbo turned its "face" and "looked" at all the other warriors surrounding the basket. Those guys were all eager. When they saw Polygonum multiflorum looking at them, they suddenly smiled.
The Polygonum multiflorum collapsed into a large shape and fell into the basket with a plop.
At this time, a fleece-flower root lost its dream.
