Wu Song turned his head to look at the boss.

The boss was staring at the two dead chickens, with a painful expression on his face, and it was estimated that what he thought of was that the chicken was poisoned and could not be eaten, so he could only throw it away in vain.

Wu Song shook his head, denying in his heart that it was this boss who wanted to kill him.

When he asked the boss to drink that bowl of poisonous porridge just now, he didn't hesitate at all, if he was the one who poisoned him, he would definitely not behave like that.

"Damn, wait until I catch you and see if I don't break your legs!" Wu Song thought viciously.

"Boss, check out!"

"No money, no money!" The boss waved his hand again and again: "Fortunately, you found out early and didn't drink that bowl of porridge, or you died in my shop, I lost money, and I had to go to court." ”

Wu Song nodded with satisfaction, picked up his bag, and walked towards the mountains.

The mountains in front of you are undulating, endless, the deeper you go into the mountains, the more humid the air is, sometimes people walk on the mountain, see the white clouds on the mountainside, and there is a feeling of becoming a fairy.

In the past, when Wu Song followed his master Xiao Tianchen to play outside, the master once mentioned Tuhuoling, although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he was no stranger to it.

This medicinal property likes humidity and warmth, mostly grows under the covered trees in the sun of the mountain, and it blooms all year round, and has a special fragrance when the flowers bloom, which is the easiest way to identify it.

The mountain road under his feet was rugged, and various cliffs blocked his way from time to time, but fortunately, Wu Song's skills were now profound, and the general difficulties and dangers could not stop him at all.

After a day's journey, it slowly got dark.

Wu Song chose a flat place halfway up the mountain and pitched his tent.

Late at night, the burning bonfire slowly turned into a pile of ashes.

Wu Song sat cross-legged in the tent, regulating the true qi in his body.

Ever since he used Ye Lingling's Ningshui poison to detoxify the Five Elements poison in his body, his cultivation has gone up a small level.

Feeling his progress, Wu Song nodded with satisfaction, he got into the sleeping bag, and was just about to sleep, when suddenly a rumbling sound quickly came to him.

When he got out of the tent, he found a large rock carrying a pile of rubble, and it was rushing towards him with a thousand pounds.

"Nima!" Wu Song scolded, turned his head and ran.

What the hell, are you unlucky, how can you encounter a landslide even if you camp? This is a landslide, right?

Watching the big boulders roll past his eyes and crush the tent to pieces, Wu Song wiped a cold sweat, don't want to sleep tonight.

He couldn't help but say in his heart, Lingling, my brother has died for you, forgetting to die, and when my brother cures your illness, you have to repay it!

Thinking of the little beauty's voice and smile, Wu Song couldn't help but smile, even if he was sitting alone on the cold big stone with his knees around at the moment, looking forward to the dawn, he also felt that it was worth suffering for her.

The sun had just appeared, a red glow filled the sky, and birds flew freely in the distance.

Wu Song ate a few compressed biscuits, drank more than half a bottle of mineral water, ate breakfast, and hurried on the road again.

After turning over the mountain at your feet, there is a bamboo forest that seems to have no end in front of you, the wind blows the bamboo, making a burst of rattling sounds, and in the bamboo forest, a winding mountain road looms.

Wu Song buried his head in the road, but he didn't notice that there were still people hiding in the bamboo forest.

Judging from the clothes on his body, he is a Miao person, and at this moment, he is holding a slender bamboo pipe in his hand, which is smooth and shiny, and it seems to be some years.

The Miao man hid behind a thick bamboo, his eyes were cold, and he secretly stared at Wu Song, who was getting closer and closer, and at the same time, he took the bamboo pipe in his hand in his mouth.

The Miao people silently calculated in their hearts, and seeing that the target had entered his attack distance, he puffed up his cheeks and blew hard-

With a soft "pounce", a tiny spike shot out of the bamboo pipe and flew silently towards the target's neck.

The target's scurrying figure suddenly stopped, he covered his neck, and raised his head as if to see who was attacking him, but unfortunately, as soon as his head turned, he fell to the ground with a "pop".

A smug smile appeared on the Hmong man's face.

What blew out of the bamboo pipe was the thorn of an extremely rare local plant, and the throat was sealed with blood!

At the same time, he is also full of confidence in his own ** level, in such a close distance, he can do 100 shots, where to shoot!

However, the Miao man was still very cautious, and although the target had fallen to the ground, he still hid in his hiding place and did not move.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he emerged from the bamboo forest and walked towards the target, which was already a corpse.

The subject fell to the ground, still looking like he was falling.

The Hmong man stretched out his foot and kicked him twice, trying to determine if he was dead.

"Ahh

It is impossible for a person who has been hit by ** to live, this, what is going on?

Wu Song stretched out his hand, and between his index and middle fingers, there was a thin spike.

"I just want to know one thing!" Wu Song's attitude was very sincere, as if he was facing a good friend, and he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with this friend.

"Why are you attacking me!"

The Miao people waved their hands again and again, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

This is a difficult problem, and Wu Song has a headache.

The other party made it clear that he couldn't speak Chinese, and he didn't know anything about the Miao people.

He aimed the spike in his hand at the Miao, who were so frightened that they hurriedly dodged.

The thorn is poisonous! Look at him so scared, this poison is still very powerful!

"Forget it! Lao Tzu doesn't care about you!" he turned to leave, and suddenly said "huh".

The Miao people watched as he picked up a stack of money from the grass beside him, and the seal on the money had not yet been opened.

"Is this the money you lost?" Wu Song asked.

The Miao people couldn't help but nodded.

Wu Song laughed, he raised the stack of money and slapped it at the other party.

"Tell you to pretend! Tell you to pretend to Lao Tzu!"

"Don't you understand what Lao Tzu said? When you see money, you forget everything?"

The Miao man shouted and dodged, and although he jumped and jumped, he could not avoid Wu Song's whipping.

"Don't, don't fight!" Finally, the Miao man shouted in Chinese, and at this time, the cheeks on both sides of him had been beaten red and swollen by Wu Song.

Of course Wu Song didn't stop, he was holding back the fire in his stomach, waiting for an opportunity to vent!

Along the way, he was bitten by snakes, poisoned in his food, and even the big rocks that suddenly rolled down last night seemed to be man-made.

And now, out of nowhere, someone has come out and attacked him with a stinger!

What's the matter, is it really good to bully him as his surname Wu!

"Say, why are you attacking me?" Wu Song shouted as he looked at the guy who fell to the ground holding his head.

"I ...... You, you're the saint's helper......" The man stammered, and although he didn't speak Chinese very fluently, Wu Song still understood.

"Holy Maiden, what Holy Maiden?" This time it was Wu Song's turn to be confused, but he knew the leftover girl.

He dragged the guy up from the ground and asked, "Tell me clearly, what kind of saint is it...... Hey, don't play dead!"

He was holding the Miao man in his hand, his eyes rolled up, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Thorn, thorn ......"

Only then did Wu Song realize that the thorn in his hand had been nailed into his shoulder.

As soon as he let go, the Miao people fell to the ground softly, and they were already too dead to die!

"Alas!" Wu Song patted his head angrily, and finally got a clue, but was choked by himself!

He dragged the body deep into the bamboo forest, and searched his body carefully, but found nothing of value.

There was no way, Wu Song had no choice but to continue on his journey, but he finally knew that someone was attacking him because of the saint.

It's really inexplicable! He came here to collect medicine, how did he get in touch with the saint again!

As the sun rose higher and higher, the temperature became hotter and hotter, Wu Song walked from morning to noon, his lips were dry, not to mention, his clothes were soaked, and he was very uncomfortable.

After walking for a while, a pond was revealed by the edge of the bamboo forest.

Wu Song was overjoyed, rushed to the pond in three or two steps, saw that the water was clear, first picked up the water and shook his face, and was thinking about whether to jump in and take a bath when he heard other sounds faintly in the depths of the pond.

He crept to the place where the sound came from, carefully bypassing the bushes and bamboo in front of him along the way, and after walking for a while, he finally discovered the source of the sound.

On the water surface of the pond, there are green lotus leaves floating in the east and west, and in the middle of the lush lotus leaves, there are lotus flowers in full bloom.

And next to those lotus flowers, there is a face that looks even more delicate than the lotus flowers.

In front of him, he was far away from the woman who was taking a bath, but Wu Song still saw it clearly by relying on his eyesight that was far beyond ordinary people.

He was slightly surprised, because he knew this girl, and when he first arrived in that town, he had accidentally bumped into her.

Although he only said a few words to the girl, her beautiful face was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

Wu Daxia saw a big tree beside him, no longer hesitated, his body spread, without even a trace of wind, and jumped onto a branch that stretched out.

Not for anything else, although his eyesight is strong, but after all, he can't see through, those lotus green leaves block his vision, so that he can't see it all.

It's not easy to see a beautiful woman out of the bath, if you don't take the opportunity to see it clearly, wouldn't you have a heart to get along with yourself?

Wu Song quietly poked his head out of the leaves, he chose the right angle, and clearly saw the girl's snow-white upper body, and when she raised her arms, she could still see the two points of red.

Just as he was expecting the beautiful girl to wash and go ashore, a crisp voice came.

"Peeking at me taking a shower, your eyes will be blind!"