Volume 1 Night City Chapter 37 Melancholy Green
"You can really cut the results, and you really deserve to be the king of hunting!" Jiang Hu said with a cold face.
He turned around, and Li Feihong was standing at the door looking at him with a smile.
"What's in it for me to steal your results? I just think you're too slow!" Li Feihong said.
He walked over and looked around.
"By the way, how did you get here?"
"Well, I was chased after him. General Fire was not in a very good mood, and his nostrils were snorting, "I have been tracking the broken company these days, and now I have been replaced by Shen Guo." The British team gave me two days off. But as soon as I got here, I found two of these three monsters preparing to attack here, so I got into a fight with them. ”
At this moment, two people came to the gate of the village, an old man trembling and walking on crutches, and a peasant woman in her thirties next to her.
"Thank you two heroes for your help!" the old man was getting older, and he wanted to kneel down when he lifted his hem.
Li Feihong was about to say something to stop him, but found that Jiang Hu had already passed over and held the old man.
"I can't afford it!"
"I am the head of this village, and since the two heroes saved our lives, we dare not say it. ”
"Hey, hey, it means no. ”
"How's that going to happen? Although the village is poor, I still hope to do my part. ”
"You ......" Jiang Hu's eyebrows were bubbling with anger, as if he was saying that there was something good in your poor country to thank you, but after all, he couldn't say it. He thought about it, and suddenly saw the smoke of the cooking in the village. He turned to Li Feihong, who was looking at the corpse, and said:
"Hey, have you eaten?"
"Nope. Li Feihong muttered, not looking away.
"That's right, I've been fighting for most of the day, and I'm a little hungry. He said to the village chief, "Why don't you invite us to a meal?" ”
The village chief said: "Eating is a certainty, it's just ......"
"Hey, there's no need for anything else, if we weren't hungry, we'd have left long ago. ”
"This ......," the village chief muttered, "maybe, like the skills of two heroes, they will not be ordinary people." He said to the women beside him, "Go back and cook first." The woman answered.
The village chief lived on crutches and said, "Invite two heroes to my house!"
"Let's go, it's not bad to have a place to eat a farmhouse meal in this barren mountain and wilderness. Jiang Hu followed.
Li Feihong shook his head and walked into the village with his hands behind his back. On the way to follow the village chief, he looked at the stone path under his feet, and there were no creatures like moss. I looked at a few houses nearby, it seemed a little deserted, it didn't feel like a person, only a figure walked by in the distance.
After walking half a trail, about fifty meters, they came to a bungalow.
The wooden door was open, and three men walked in. Among them is a table of eight immortals, with a wooden door on the left and right. There was a sound of stir-frying outside the door at the back, it was supposed to be the kitchen. There were two hoes and a shovel by the door, and the traces on them were used for a long time, and the dirt was piece by piece.
The three of them sat down one after another, talking and laughing, and after a while, the dishes were served. Jiang Hu sniffed it with his nose, the fragrance was overflowing, and he couldn't help but say: "Occasionally eat some farm food, it's also a unique taste!"
The woman finally brought a jar of wine, and on it there was unwashed dirt, which was quite dark.
The calloused right hand of the village chief rested on the jar, "This is the wine that I have stored under the old locust tree at the door for 20 years, and I have never been willing to take it out to drink, this time it is taken out for the two heroes to taste!" As soon as the lid of the wine jar was opened, the aroma overflowed. He brought everyone a cup.
Jiang Hu sniffed fiercely, "It's really fragrant!"
Li Feihong picked up the glass and looked at it, the wine was crystal clear, as green as jade.
Li Feihong put down his wine glass and said to Jiang Hu:
"Jiang Hu, have you heard of Zhong Yingcheng before?"
"Zhong Yingcheng, a little ......familiar," he thought for a moment, and suddenly patted his head, "Oh, it's the legendary Begonia Sword, right?"
Li Feihong smiled and nodded, "Yes!
Legend has it that 500 years ago, there lived a colorful tiger in the southwest Dalian Mountain, about one zhang high, about four zhang long, a palm down can shoot a zhang deep pit, a roar under the thousands of miles of vibration. Every meal must come out of the forest and attack the village, and at least ten people will be eaten before they can leave with a full stomach.
This tiger is strong, and there were many chivalrous Taoists in the southwest at that time, all hoping to kill it to shock the world, but this demon beast is too powerful, and none of the people who went there could get out of its mouth alive.
It didn't take long for the tiger infestation to become more and more serious, and people hoped that a master would come to suppress it. Later, a chivalrous man from the north, known as the "Begonia Sword" Zhong Yingcheng, this person has a purple face and a wide jaw, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, and a garlic nose and thick lips. Wearing a jujube red gown, he carries a purple gold gourd on his waist. He was wearing yellow animal skin pants on his lower body, and the most conspicuous thing was the sword in his hand. Because the hilt of the sword resembles a begonia, it is called a begonia sword.
The sword may not look powerful, but the person who wields the sword is unusually powerful. Legend has it that when he danced the sword, there were countless begonia flowers moving with the sword, which was both beautiful and deadly, as long as he was next to the begonia flowers even a little, he could be poisoned to death immediately.
In addition, Zhong Yingcheng can also seal the technique. He came to the southwest, fought with the colorful tiger for a day and a night, and finally sealed it with a grid seal, which made him famous in the southwest.
"How did you remember this?"
Li Feihong shook the wine in the glass, and the turquoise liquid turned into a whirlpool.
"Zhong Yingcheng is not only a master of swordsmanship, a master of sealing, but also a master of using poison. It is rumored that he has at most 136 kinds of poison, of which 52 are highly poisonous and 9 are instantly deadly. One of them is called Melancholy Green, which is powdery, colorless and tasteless, and does not change color when added to water, but it will be blue-green when added to wine, and the face will be bluish after drinking, and it will bleed to death in less than ten seconds.
This kind of thing, nothing else can be checked, only the copper will turn gray-black. For example......
Li Feihong took out a copper needle from his arms like a trick and inserted it into the turquoise wine.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
A minute passed.
Li Feihong's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Strange, how is there no response?
Am I guessing wrong?
Forget it, fool around first.
His face suddenly returned to normal, and he smiled, "If this is a glass of wine with melancholy green, then he will turn gray-black." He glanced at the village chief, and when he saw that his expression was as usual, he changed his words: "But of course this cup is gone, I just think of such a thing." ”
The village chief picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Different people always think of different things, and the hero is really very human! "Anyway, drink it all. Li Feihong and Jiang Hu both raised their glasses.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the two said goodbye to the village chief and walked out. Jiang Hu also said goodbye to Li Feihong and went to Yingcheng alone.
Li Feihong stood on a high place and looked at the village, with a hint of inexplicability in his eyes.
"Why, why don't you expose it in front of you if you think there is something wrong with this village?"
Li Feihong said lightly: "Don't worry, their play won't end like this." I also want to see what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds?"