In the evening, the setting sun on the top of the mountain has not yet faded, and the moon has already hung on the willow branches.
The coldness in the mountains swept outward from the prostrate Dawu Mountains, bringing bursts of bone-chilling chills.
Even though Shen Xiu's qi and blood were abundant and he had reached the second level, when he encountered the chill coming from the mountains, fine goosebumps still appeared on the skin of his body inadvertently.
Now, he arrived near the Dawu Mountains, fifty miles north of Taixi City.
This mountain range across Heyang County is more than thousands of miles long and is extremely rich in medicinal materials, thus supporting batches of herb collectors down the mountain.
What Shen Xiu did was to be a medicine collector.
This was the last mission he had ever taken on.
He guessed that the employer who entrusted the task should be a rich woman, because the content of the task was to take a beauty fruit from the mountain.
That is the main ingredient specially used to refine Zhuyan Dan.
As for where, the rich woman provided information on the route and location to find the beauty fruit. The map was relatively detailed, and it seemed that she had spent a lot of money to buy it.
Women really go to great lengths to pursue their appearance.
After walking forward for a while, some smoke curled up, and the dilapidated huts came into view. A small town with herb gatherers, hunters, firewood farmers, etc. as the main force, and relying on Dawu Mountain began to slowly appear.
Shen Xiu had learned before that there was a place to stay at the foot of the Dawu Mountains here called Yangjia Town.
It was already approaching evening, and it was obvious that we couldn't stay outside any longer. Who knows what kind of things there would be in such a wild world where demons and evil spirits existed.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the town, Shen Xiu saw several dried heads hanging on wooden shelves on both sides, swinging freely in the wind.
Seeing the person coming, a young man wearing a shabby red robe at the entrance of the town brightened his eyes, walked over with a step that he didn't recognize, and stopped in front of Shen Xiu.
His eyes arrogantly glanced at Shen Xiu's body, and he said lazily, "One penny into town."
Shen Xiu took out a prepared piece of broken silver and handed it to the young man. The young man in red robe showed a satisfied smile and waved his hand for Shen Xiu to go in.
Before coming here, Shen Xiu had already inquired about information about this small town.
It is said that the ancestors of the local Yang family first settled here, and later gathered the surrounding refugees and individual households to establish such a small town here.
With the idea of being prepared for danger in times of peace and taking precautions, they sent people to guard day and night to protect the safety of Zhenshan residents. Shen Xiu didn't know what kind of protection method it was.
However, since he had just arrived, he didn't want to attract attention, so he naturally followed the rules of this place.
Entering the town, a dilapidated street with potholes fell into view. Mosquitoes were raging in the dark dirty water.
The hygiene is beyond words.
Stretching into the distance, there are some equally dilapidated shops and pubs on both sides.
This dilapidated appearance is almost incomparable with the Guiyan Town that Shen Xiu had visited before.
Outsiders call it a town, but it is more appropriate to call it a larger village.
Chen Xiu entered a nearby tavern with wine flags hanging on it.
I found that the tavern was very dilapidated and the environment inside was in a messy state. Many tables and long stools were cracked with thin cracks, and the bowls, chopsticks and wine glasses were all covered with wanton scars.
But even so, the shabby tavern was still mostly full, mostly men wearing shabby clothes.
Some of them were carrying medicine baskets to collect herbs, some were carrying hatchets to chop wood, or they were hunting with bows on their backs. They were all kinds of men looking for a living.
While they were drinking and eating meat, with cups and bowls mingling on the table, they were boasting wildly and shouting about their opinions.
The humidity in Dawushan is heavy, and it is even colder and wet during the rainy season. Some men drink a pot of hot water to warm themselves before entering or leaving the mountain. This is a common practice among mountainside residents.
After all, even if nothing happens, just drinking some wine, bragging, and trying to survive can be considered enjoyable.
Amidst the ups and downs of shouts and the exchange of drinks, Shen Xiu walked to an empty table and put down the long knife behind his back.
In an instant, eyes with different expressions were cast from other tables.
Most of the people who can make a living by collecting herbs here are familiar faces. When a foreign face appears here, it is like a black pig thrown into a herd of white pigs. They will soon find out.
After all, there are only so many people in this small town, and they see each other countless times every day, so they are naturally very familiar with each other.
Naturally, Shen Xiu saw a corner of the hundred-forged sword exposed on the table, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and his greed was palpable.
For those of them who lick blood from their knives and go up the mountain to worship gods, risks are always there. Sometimes it is extremely normal to find some fat sheep to beat the autumn wind.
Shen Xiu was not afraid of those gazes, and even after seeing those gazes, he exposed the entire blade of the sword to let them see what kind of knife it was.
Some smart people recognized the value of this sword, and then looked at Shen Xiu's confident attitude, which was unusual for ordinary people.
Naturally, you will think of this person's confidence, and you will naturally consider whether your own strength is enough and whether you can swallow it.
In the tavern, the unobtrusive glances were indeed a little less intense. Some people calmed down, while others were still staring at Shen Xiu's young face.
His eyes were thinking, wondering what he was calculating.
Ignoring the different expressions, Chen Xiu ordered a large plate of beef and a pot of wine and ate it slowly. After eating and drinking, his body gradually warmed up.
All that's left is to go out and stay in a hotel.
Not far after he walked out of the tavern, he immediately noticed two little thieves following closely behind him. Their whereabouts were barely concealed, and they looked very blatant.
Passing by a fence, Shen Xiu punched.
With an explosion, a big hole opened in the solid wall like paper.
Such power made the two thieves behind him look at each other, think about their own physical strength, and leave decisively.
After finding a not-so-good hotel, Shen Xiu made do with the Hundred Forged Knife for the night. After asking for directions, he left the town and headed towards the Dawu Mountains.
There are thousands of peaks in the Dawu Mountains, some big and some small, some famous and some unknown.
What Chen Xiu went to this time was the Scarlet Blood Peak at the end of the mountain range.
The Scarlet Blood Peak is about six to seven hundred meters high. In the middle of the Dawu Mountains, it is not worth mentioning in front of the main peaks that are over a thousand feet high. It can only be regarded as a small slope.
It is named because the mountain has unique characteristics and is mostly made of red stones, which look like blood stains when falling rain falls.
Chen Xiu set off, and when a large area of red came into view, he arrived at the Crimson Blood Peak, the mission target location.
He recalled the map route he had seen in his mind, identified a direction from it, and walked deep into the jungle.
According to the map he had observed before, the location of the Liu Yan Guo plant was in the stone forest at the end of the jungle.
