Qilin Mountain is one of the highest peaks of the Xuanyue Kingdom. It is close to the Nanyi Kingdom. Because of the steep mountain, the Nanyi people have been unable to attack it for a long time and it has become a natural barrier.
Hai Qingyang pretended to be a coachman and drove Miss Ren to the foot of the mountain.
Miss Ren didn't notice anything strange about the coachman. She opened the curtain of the carriage and rushed up the mountain regardless.
The boy and the maid who were following her quickly stepped forward and persuaded: "Miss, wait a minute, wait a minute, it's getting dark now. Let's find an inn at the foot of the mountain before going up."
Miss Ren was so anxious to heal her face that she couldn't listen to what they said, "Nothing, it's still early before dark, let's go up there quickly, hurry up!"
After she finished speaking, she held up her skirt and insisted on rushing up the mountain.
The servants and maids couldn't resist her at all, so they had no choice but to chase after her, "Miss! Miss!"
Hai Qingyang wore a bamboo hat, lowered his head and tied the horse, then secretly followed.
Qilin Mountain is uninhabited all year round, and the entire road is covered with dense grass.
Miss Ren walked in the front, as if she was crazy, and kept walking in regardless of the grass and trees cutting her cheek.
The two maids behind were really unbearable. They stopped, wiped the wounds on their bodies, and shouted to Miss Ren: "Miss, we'd better ask someone to clear the way tomorrow before we go up the mountain!"
Miss Ren seemed not to hear and continued walking forward.
The maids were helpless. After a while, Miss Ren walked away, leaving her alone.
Hai Qingyang followed her secretly a few meters away from her.
"Where are the flowers? Why are all the flowers gone?" Miss Ren suddenly stopped in front of a dead tree. She raised her head and groped around the tree in a panic.
"I remember it was here last time! How could it suddenly disappear?!"
Hai Qingyang appeared and landed next to her, "What was there originally?"
Miss Ren only thought he was a groom, and while frantically searching around the big tree, she replied: "Flowers, red flowers, are right here!"
Hai Qingyang held the long sword and asked her coldly: "What kind of flowers are they? Aren't you here to treat your face? Why do you come here to look for flowers?"
Miss Ren's hair was messy, her eyes were dull, and her face was frighteningly pale. She smiled strangely, "A few years ago, I accidentally got lost in this mountain and came across this flower that was as red as blood."
As she spoke, she gently stroked her pockmarked face with trembling hands, her eyes red, "Later I heard from people at the foot of the mountain that this flower was a fairy grass accidentally knocked over by an immortal from the Nine Heavens. It has magical medicinal effects. Just crush it and mix it into medicine and apply it on your face, and it will make a big difference.”
Hai Qingyang raised his eyes when he heard this and looked at the dead tree. He thought it was funny and said, "How can we really believe that there are any great gods in this world? Miss, I think you are sick and confused."
Miss Ren suddenly raised her head, "No, I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"
She scratched her face and said repeatedly, as if her soul had been sucked out of her whole body, her face was haggard, and her eyes were as hollow as deep pools.
Hai Qingyang stared at the tree coldly and said, "Miss, you'd better go down the mountain. It will get dark later and wild animals will appear."
However, Miss Ren had no intention of leaving and continued walking up the mountain.
"No, I must be looking in the wrong place."
Hai Qingyang turned around, thought about it, and decided to continue following her.
The further you go up the mountain, the deeper the weeds become and the thicker the woods become.
Miss Ren's face and arms were covered with wounds, and even her clothes were cut.
By the time we reached the top of the mountain, it was completely dark.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating a jungle on the top of the mountain.
Miss Ren held onto the big tree, wiped the sweat from her face, pointed forward and said, "We're here, we're almost there."
Hai Qingyang jumped onto the branch and looked forward, but found nothing strange.
Ms. Ren continued to move forward and finally stopped at the edge of the cliff.
Under the cliff is an abyss.
Hai Qingyang slowly stopped. Birds were flying in the forest, and the leaves were rustling in the wind.
He became alert and did not move forward.
Miss Ren wandered to the edge of the cliff.
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