When it was almost time, Jin Feng pointed to the bathroom and let Li Xin climb in by himself.

After a while, Li Xin's excited shouts came from the bathroom.

Li Xin and Tang Kezhong are both the same poison, and the root of that poison is on the blood begonia.

There are many types of begonia flowers, and there are also begonia flowers abroad. This blood begonia is from the jungles of South America.

Begonia flowers are extremely difficult plants to cultivate, and they have particularly high requirements for water and environment, and they will wither if they are not careful.

While Tang Ke helps take care of the blood begonias, the blood begonias are mixed with other flowers and produce toxins on their own.

These two flowers have been found by Jin Feng.

One is belladonna, one of the most poisonous plants in the Western Hemisphere. He can directly refine it as an anesthetic, which is equivalent to Hua Tuo's hemp boiling powder.

The other is the deadliest poisonous flower in the world of oleander, its branches and leaves, bark contain oleandrin, and a few grams will be poisoned by mistake. In the middle case, it will cause redness, itching and pain in the skin.

When Jin Feng saw Li Xin holding the pot of blood begonias in the morning, he knew the result.

Using poinsettia to remove the toxins in Li Xin's body, although it will take some detours, the purpose is to make Li Xin suffer hardships and learn a lesson.

Li Xin left with a thousand thanks to Jin Feng, and Jin Feng also gained two good things.

Through these days on Treasure Island, Jin Feng also discovered a peculiar phenomenon.

That is, in the markets of various counties and cities on the treasure island, it is rare to see cultural relics, antiques and antique calligraphy and paintings.

And those fine products are all hidden in the homes and hands of the treasure island compatriots.

In terms of the heritage of the collection alone, the compatriots on the treasure island are obviously higher than those in the mainland.

The mainland plays and collects are all rich and rich, and those who collect the older generation of masters who collect Gao Feng Liang Festival purely for the sake of collecting have long since passed away, and the rest are collected for the sake of value-added, collected for the sake of pretending, and collected moats and turtles for the sake of making money.

Like the old man of Fanzong Kai, who only collects it for inheritance, it only accounts for a small part of it.

On the other hand, the compatriots on the treasure island are different.

Their collection of art and antiques comes from love and recognition of their ancestors, and the rest is investment.

This also results in the fact that it is very rare to see first-class good things on the market.

This phenomenon also made Jin Feng feel a shock.

With the same roots, the same ancestor, the same vein and the same blood, the inheritance of the ancestral culture in the root has never changed because of anything or any environment.

Long rainy nights, cold huts, rooms with a virgin fragrance, and a narrow figure reflected in the light under the cracks of the old-fashioned doors.

Tang Ke in the room held the doorknob in his hand and hesitated for a long time, but he never had the courage to unscrew the door.

In the small living room, Jin Feng slept on the narrow sofa.

The flowers in the room bloomed quietly, and the girl in the room stood quietly.

Finally, the lights in the room dimmed and went out. The girl in the room let out a long, distant sigh as well.

Early the next morning, the rain had just lightened, Jin Feng had already gotten up, and the beef noodles that had been made from soup followed Kaiba into the depths of Alishan.

In addition to sorting out the dragon veins here, Jin Feng also had to find a plant called Shenmu Flower.

The Shenmu flower is the last flower in the Tang Ke weaving sachet.

Tang Ke is a local and is very familiar with the environment of Alishan, and several of his classmates are aborigines of Alishan and have a very good relationship. These students also often take Tang Ke into the hinterland of Alishan and Yushan.

Climb along the old road and insert Zhu Mountain from Lanxi Mountain.

Ascending high and looking into the distance, the sea of clouds is vast and ever-changing, and the rolling clouds emerge from the valley, sometimes like a turbulent sea, sometimes like a galaxy pouring back. The changes are endless, and the beauty is beautiful.

It was already one o'clock at noon when we reached the edge of Zhushan Mountain, where the eight views of Treasure Island were located. After eating the bento that Tang Ke made himself, the two of them rode their scooters down an old road that had long been abandoned.

This is a road that was abandoned during the 88 typhoon 10 years ago. That year, there was a severe drought in Baodao Province, and when Super Typhoon Morakot was just generated, the local people in Baodao still liked it very much, hoping that this typhoon and heavy rain could bring a turnaround to the drought-stricken Baodao.

As a result, Morakot's landing was turned upside down.

Rainfall in Alishan reached 1,000 millimetres on August 8 and 1,100 millimetres the next day.

The whole Alishan has become a swamp country, and the landslide and debris flow have turned the entire Alishan into a hell on earth.

Traffic was interrupted for several days, the railways and roads were completely paralyzed, and all the houses of the indigenous people in the mountains were washed away.

The vicious Treasure Island media turned it Alishan back to the Stone Age.

Reconstruction from the disaster was slow, and it took nearly a year for the train and railway to be fully connected. This has also dealt a fatal blow to Alishan's tourism industry.

This road is the old road that was originally abandoned. Originally, the road was an artery through two mountains, but now the road has been changed to a distance of more than ten kilometers.

Walking in the mountains and forests, the mist passes by, and the surrounding cypress, hemlock and five-leaf pine trees loom in the sea of mist and clouds, as if you are in a fairyland of clouds.

Along the way, Jin Feng said very little, Tang Ke belonged to a shy and toothpaste-like girl, and she didn't talk much.

The two walked silently one after the other, like a very tacit couple.

On the way to take a shortcut, Jin Feng also saw a lot of traces left by the wind disaster at that time.

All the way silently, the speed is surprisingly fast.

It didn't take long for Tang Ke to take the initiative to sit down and wave his hand at Jin Feng, gulping mountain spring water, and constantly fanning the wind to drive away the steaming heat on his face.

"How can you not be tired at all?!"

"Were you a former professional athlete?"

The high-intensity exercise made Tang Ke's fair little face become unusually flushed, and it seemed that a light pinch could drip blood, as delicate as the reddest rose.

Tang Ke himself thought it was incredible.

This black and thin Brother A Feng is so powerful, he walked for two hours without even taking a breath.

He's saved himself several times along the way.

"How much longer?"

Jin Feng took out a strange cup and took a sip of strong tea, reaching out to hand a strange leaf to Tang Ke.

"It's going to be forty minutes away. ”

"What does this mean stuff?"

"Eat!"

"Ambiguous, where are you going?"

"Wait......"

Jin Feng ignored Tang Ke's shouts, strode down the slippery mountain road, and walked straight in one direction.

Tang Ke ran over with the pole and cane given by Jin Feng to take a closer look, and suddenly his face was discolored and he screamed: "Don't go there." Is that...... That's the temple of the Zou people......"

"Come back soon!"

"It's dangerous there!"

Tang Ke's hurried and anxious call did not stop Jin Feng. Trotted all the way down a cliff more than four meters high to a place.

On the opposite side is a ruin, and at the foot is a broken bridge more than 20 meters long.

This is a relic left over from the earthquake of that year. The two-lane bridge deck has been severely distorted, and many places have been hollowed out, revealing large openings and holes.

There are only two or three steel cables left on it that are still holding strongly, and they may collapse anytime and anywhere.

Seeing that Jin Feng arrived at the bridge without the slightest hesitation, he stepped on the broken bridge and walked to the opposite side in a vertical step, Tang Ke was so frightened that he was about to shout loudly, but he suddenly closed his mouth.

Look left and right and hurriedly find the way down.

However, in the next second, Tang Ke directly sat on the ground in fright.

Jin Feng jumped left and right on the bridge, as light as a monkey.

Encountering the widest five-meter crack, Jin Feng stepped on the exposed steel bars at the very edge of the bridge deck without even looking at it.

A strong mountain wind blew, and the few remaining steel cables of the broken bridge swayed with the strong wind, swaying from side to side.

Jin Feng, standing on top of the exposed steel bar, was like swinging

At your feet is a hundred-meter-deep abyss in the river valley, and if you accidentally fall down, you can't even pick up the bones.

Seeing the swaying Jin Feng, Tang Ke was directly frightened, and his heart rose to his throat. I didn't dare to open my eyes.

Jin Feng walked on the battered bridge like a nobody.

A few minutes later, Jin Feng's figure disappeared into the dense forest.

Jin Feng's figure appeared in the ruins on the opposite hillside. It was the most important place of worship for the Zou people.

Now this place has become a pile of rubble. I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~