In front of the bonfire, Liang Ziyi took out the last jar of burning knives, threw the fresh bear bile into it, held it in his arms and shook it gently, looking thoughtfully at Leng Yun who was dressing the wound alone.
"When I went back to get the bear bile just now, I found that the black bear died miserably. His teeth were smashed by you and blood was everywhere!"
"I thought it was dead, but I didn't want to be bitten back. Of course I had to break its teeth!"
"broken?"
"No, but you will die if you bleed too much!"
Leng Yun tore off the cloth strips from the luggage and wrapped his arms. He leaned against the luggage and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to stay awake.
Liang Ziyi stood up, walked forward with the wine jar in his arms, and saw that although Leng Yun had his eyes closed, his right hand was still holding the handle of the knife at his waist. He couldn't help asking: "Actually, the mountain ranger has no obligation to protect his master. If you didn't care at that time, I, the Snow Horse and the Ghost Ginseng are all yours, why don’t you hesitate?”
Leng Yun opened his eyes and said seriously: "Every mountain ranger has his own rules. My rule is that you can't die before you see the ghost ginseng!"
"You are more like a mallet sometimes!"
Liang Ziyi leaned over and put the wine jar down, turned back to the bonfire, and said silently: "Drink, this is a trophy that only warriors who fight wild bears deserve to enjoy!"
Leng Yun looked at the wine jar at hand, hesitated again and again, and finally let go of the handle of the knife, clasped the mouth of the jar with his backhand, raised his head and drank the bitter liquor.
The firelight reflected on Liang Ziyi's face, revealing a sneer that finally succeeded.
"Cool!"
Leng Yun put down the wine jar, and seemed to be getting drunk. He changed his usual silence and said confidently: "You don't have to worry, Lao Dao Baozi set up a trap near the ghost ginseng, and it took two people to work together to crack it, so that The ghost ginseng must be ours!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Yun tilted his head and passed out.
Liang Ziyi's sneer froze for an instant, he stood up with gritted teeth, stepped forward and patted Leng Yun's face. He took out a brown paper bag from his waist with a helpless expression, tore it open and poured the powder inside into the wine jar, and then Opening the strip of cloth on Leng Yun's arm, he saw through the clothes the eroded wound that had not yet healed.
"Asshole, why didn't you tell me earlier? I was wasting my medicine!"
Liang Ziyi cursed, took out a small ceramic bottle from his arms with a look of reluctance, and sprinkled it on every tooth mark very carefully, then restored everything, and gave Leng Yun a few sips of wine before returning to the fire in frustration. Continue vigil before.
In the early morning, Leng Yun, who had had a good sleep, sat up and tried to move his left arm, unable to help but smile.
"You finally woke up, it's time to go!"
Liang Ziyi, who had already packed all the saddle and luggage, urged impatiently.
Leng Yun stood up, waved his hand and said: "No need to ride a horse for the rest of the way!"
Liang Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "The ghost ginseng is underwater?"
Leng Yun nodded and said with a smile: "How about it, if I died last night, even if you wrote down the terrain of the entire valley, you wouldn't be able to find any trace of ghost ginseng, right?"
Liang Ziyi was speechless and could only helplessly laugh twice.
Leng Yun patted Liang Ziyi on the shoulder, said nothing more, turned around and walked to the stream, swimming upstream.
Liang Ziyi let out a deep breath, looked at Leng Yun's back, his eyes became increasingly fierce, rubbed his left arm with the sleeve arrow tied, and followed slowly.
The source of the stream is a pool close to the foot of the mountain. The mist covers the water surface, and you can't tell how deep it is.
Leng Yun, who had arrived earlier, stood quietly in front of the pool, loosened the cuffs of his left arm, and looked at Liang Ziyi who was following him as if nothing had happened.
Liang Ziyi stared at Leng Yun's left arm that was moving normally, with an increasingly sinister look in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "What should we do next?"
"There is a waterway below that leads directly to the natural cave in the mountain. Remember not to open your eyes underwater. Just swim in the direction where the water temperature rises. Otherwise, you can't blame me for burning your eyes!"
Leng Yun reminded him and jumped into the water first, disappearing in an instant.
When Liang Ziyi saw this, he immediately stopped hesitating, closed his eyes tightly and jumped into the water, feeling the changes in water temperature in the darkness, and then swam in a completely unknown direction.
When the water broke through the water again, Liang Ziyi's skin was already red. He clung to the shore with both hands, breathing heavily, and looked around at the ingenious mountain world in front of him.
The space inside the cave is not small, it is about the size of the backyard of a store. There is a gap from wide to narrow on the left and right sides. Although people cannot pass through, there is a constant breeze flowing into the cave.
There is also a slender and narrow gap above the head, and a beam of light falls along the mountain gap, so that the inside of the cave will not be invisible.
Leng Yun was standing in the center of the cave at the moment, looking at the half-man-high scalding water column pouring out from the spring in front of him, in a daze.
"Didn't you say there is an agency? Where is it?"
Liang Ziyi climbed ashore, stared at Leng Yun's back, and approached slowly and cautiously.
"It has probably decayed over time!"
Leng Yun did not turn around and explained calmly.
Liang Ziyi suddenly stood up behind Leng Yun, gently raised his left hand, and asked, "What about the ghost ginseng?"
"Right there!"
Leng Yun raised his hand and pointed behind the spring, sighing with relief.
Liang Ziyi slowly moved his body, and sure enough, behind the spring, he saw a strange gray-brown plant, with its roots deeply embedded in the irregularly shaped soil. It looked like a twisted person, half kneeling on the ground.
"finally found you!"
A greedy smile suddenly appeared on Liang Ziyi's face. At the same time, he lightly clasped his left hand. The fox fur on his arm exploded instantly, and a short featherless arrow hit Leng Yun's back.
clang!
A sound of gold and iron intersecting echoed in the cave. The short arrow that hit Leng Yun instantly stopped moving and fell to the ground weakly.
"Xiujian, high-end goods!"
Leng Yun let out a long sigh, turned his head half-way, and showed a mocking and provocative smile.
When their eyes met, Liang Ziyi suddenly realized that the person in front of him was just like himself, a sixth-grade man who was good at hiding his true face!
Moreover, the other party is obviously more perseverant and patient, and he is always carrying an iron plate on his back!
"You hide it so well!"
Liang Ziyi sneered, raised his hand and took out the brown paper bag from his waist, tore it open and threw it in front of him.
At the same time, Leng Yun also turned half around, raised his hand and threw out an open piece of brown paper.
After the two of them saw each other's movements clearly, a trace of alertness flashed in their eyes, and then they closed their eyes in unison.
Uh-huh!
Two masses of lime spread out in the air, filling the entire cave in an instant.
The two men, bathed in lime, each showed their daggers and spears. Their left hands were lightly explored in front of them, and their feet moved forward little by little, slowly closing the distance between them.
Finally, the two arms came together and separated at the slightest touch.
The light of the sword lit up immediately, and you came and went in the silent darkness, fighting to the death.
After more than ten seconds, Leng Yun grabbed the hand holding the spear, turned the handle of the knife with his right hand, turned around and slashed open the opponent's chest and abdomen from bottom to top, and then stabbed the throat.
Liang Ziyi raised his head and hid, his cheek was cut open by the blade of the blade, he immediately broke free from his trapped wrist, and while retreating, he fired three spears with his left hand, which landed accurately on the opponent's chest.
Suddenly~
A breeze suddenly surged into the cracks in the mountain. The two people who had just escaped from each other immediately stopped and turned over and jumped towards the wind outlet.
The lime was blown away by the wind, and the two slowly opened their eyes and looked at each other.
Liang Ziyi's face was dripping with blood, and the front of his clothes was broken. A pair of chainmail made of fine steel was undamaged.
There were three spears stuck in Leng Yun's chest, but no blood spilled out. From the slightly torn collar, it could be seen that there was a thick wild boar skin padded inside!
