"Let's go, it's getting dark!" Seeing that he didn't follow, Li Qixian turned around and waved to urge him. Guo Chuanlin agreed and hurriedly took a few steps. His foot suddenly slipped and a corner of the broken rock suddenly collapsed. He His footing was unstable, and his body swayed and fell into the deep stream.
Li Qixian was startled, and quickly looked back, only to see a thick arm sticking out of the cliff, with five fingers firmly grasping the root of the tree. Before he had time to relax, the cliff head was sparsely soiled and rocky, and the vegetation was rooted. It was not deep enough to support his bulky body. He was uprooted and fell into the ghost world.
The sun had set on the other side of the mountain, and the night spread its wings and enveloped Luoyan Peak. Li Qixian was so anxious that he almost cried. He rushed forward in three steps and two steps at a time. He leaned on the edge of the cliff and called his junior brother loudly, The voice echoed in the deep stream, and after a long time, a low curse came: "His grandma... has suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck..."
Li Qixian couldn't help but cry with joy. As long as everything is fine, there are many miraculous medicines in Immortal City. At worst, he should just hold his breath and then think of ways to ask for them. She risked sticking her head out and opened her eyes wide, but she couldn't see anything. She had to look into the dark deep stream and told her junior brother to stay where he was, and she immediately went to find someone to save him. The words were incoherent and he repeated them over and over again. Li Qixian gritted his teeth, stood up and wiped away his tears. With one foot lower and one foot higher, he stumbled and rushed down the mountain like a moth to a flame.
Under the deep stream, Guo Chuanlin clung to a protruding rock and hung precariously in the air. Under his feet was the rushing water of the stream. The water mist rolled up and made him soaked to the skin. He didn't care. He twitched his nose and sniffed for a while. With one arm, he jumped into the air and stood on the rock. His eyes flashed with blood. He looked towards the place where the fragrance was coming from. He saw something more than ten feet away. A whistling dwarf tree was found in the air. Its stem was like a horned dragon, its leaves were like needles and awns. There were small red fruits on its branches, about the size of a thumb, and there were about thirteen or four of them.
His stomach was churning, hunger seized his body and mind, and he crumpled his stomach into a piece of crumpled paper. Guo Chuanlin moved quickly against the wet cliff and almost reached a short tree. He looked at it for a moment and then reached out to pick off a piece of paper. I put a red fruit under my nose and sniffed it. The strange fragrance rushed into my forehead, making me want to get drunk. Although I didn't know what it was, it must be a rare and good thing! He did not hesitate to throw the red fruit into his mouth, chewed it a few times, bit through the crisp and hard peel, and his mouth was full of juice. He frowned unconsciously. The fruit seemed to be unripe, sour, astringent, bitter, salty, and spicy, as if A hand grabbed his tongue and poked it with a knife.
Called an ordinary person, after tasting such a taste, he would spit out the fruit long ago, but the hunger in his belly reminded him that it was unpalatable, so he couldn't miss the opportunity. He frowned, straightened his neck and swallowed the juice, dregs and seeds. After taking it down, I had lost all feeling in my mouth, my mouth and tongue were numb and seemed to be swollen.
The blood in his heart orifice stirred slightly, and he woke up from his deep sleep. He rolled up the medicinal power of the red fruit and emptied it. Guo Chuanlin smashed his mouth and seemed to taste some of the taste. The medicinal power was contained in the tiny seeds, and only 20 to 30% was in the peel and juice. Still not satisfied, he reached out and picked another red fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a bit, raised his eyebrows, and almost exclaimed, this red fruit was fragrant, sweet, and extremely luscious, and he refused to slap it in the mouth. However, there are no seeds in the sweet fruit, so the medicinal power is much inferior.
Guo Chuanlin used his eyes to look at each one one by one. The blood in his eyes was rising and falling, like stars flickering and fading. The red fruits on the branches gradually faded away, and clusters of seeds were faintly revealed. He realized that among the dozen or so red fruits, only three or four fertilized seeds had a sour taste. The rest were sweet and crisp, but the medicinal power was insufficient. If he ate them all, the natural benefits would be all to himself, but it would not be justified on the surface. . Guo Chuanlin lowered his head and thought about it for a moment. He couldn't take advantage of all the benefits, and he couldn't eat it alone, so he picked out the sour red fruits and ate two more, leaving one to muddle through. He ate three more sweet red fruits, clearing the taste in his mouth. Taste, leaning on the edge of the cliff with his elbows in his hands, waiting patiently for news about Li Qixian.
In the middle of the night, the fire on the top of the cliff was beating, and the sounds of footsteps, shouts, and noises became a mess. Guo Chuanlin guessed that so many people were alarmed, and it was inevitable to complain. Li Qixian was the next leader. As a woman, naturally no one dares to say anything, and most of the jealousy and resentment will fall on herself. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he rubbed his cheeks, changed his expression, cheered a few times, and sure enough he heard Li Qixian's relieved voice.
After being noisy for most of the night, Guo Chuanlin returned safely. Apart from being a little frightened, his clothes were tattered, and his expression was a little tired, he was not missing any arms or legs. Everyone expressed some sincere or perfunctory words of relief. Li Qixian thanked him repeatedly. After his brothers left, he closed the courtyard door. He looked back and saw Li Yizhu with a straight face. He forced a smile and said aggrievedly: "Dad, it's me. Okay, drag your little junior brother to see the ghosts, and you can scold your daughter to calm down!"
Li Yizhu knew his daughter's temperament, she was both angry and funny. He stretched out his hand and carefully tapped her forehead, saying: "Pretending to be pretentious and not caring about the end of things. Fortunately, Chuanlin is fine. We will learn a lesson in the future. Do you understand?"
Li Qixian seemed to be worried and responded in a low voice: "I will never do it again in the future."
Seeing that she was too lazy to cheer up, Li Yizhu felt reluctant to give up. Just as he was waiting to comfort his daughter, he heard Guo Chuanlin suddenly interject, "Sister, it was me who caused such a big mess accidentally. Sorry for alarming everyone. By the way, I picked the fruit under Guijianchou Deep Stream. It tastes very good. Do you want to try it?"
Li Qixian turned his head and looked around, only to see him taking out three or five vermilion fruits from his arms. The fragrant aroma filled his nostrils, making his index fingers twitch. She has always liked to eat wild fruits. She has looked for them on every mountain top of Luoyan Peak, but she has never seen this kind of red fruit. On a whim, she reached out and took one, put it to her nose and sniffed it. The fragrance was so satisfying. God shakes, can't bear to let go.
Li Yizhu frowned unconsciously, stretched out his hand to stop his daughter, and asked a few more questions. Guo Chuanlin said that he accidentally slipped down a deep stream and grabbed hold of a protruding rock. He saw a short tree more than ten feet away with red fruits on its branches. He was cold and hungry, so he took the risk and climbed over. I ate a few fruits to satisfy my hunger. The fruits were sour and sweet. The sour ones were hard to swallow, but the sweet ones were extremely sweet.
Li Qixian twisted the fruit between his fingers and said with a smile, "Is this one sweet or sour?"
Guo Chuanlin said: "I don't know, it depends on luck. I ate three sour ones before I ate one sweet one. This fruit is very beneficial. I feel much stronger and the scratched area is also very good." It's almost healed, maybe it's the legendary 'immortal fruit', I don't know."
Li Yizhu took the red fruit from his daughter's hand, looked at the candlelight for a long time, and said solemnly: "I heard from the older generation that ghosts see foreign objects occasionally coming out of their homes. Don't eat it yet. Please take a look at it before talking."
Li Qixian flattened his mouth and murmured in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you eat a piece of fruit. I didn't know how much I ate when I was a kid. It's okay..."
Li Yizhu glanced at his apprentice and said solemnly: "Don't eat the fruit that ghosts see and worry about!"
