Ling Zikai was annoyed, he didn't expect Du Juan to say such a thing, a fire rose in his heart, he snorted coldly, and ignored her words.

"Why don't you speak, did I say it?" the cuckoo continued, somewhat unrelentingly.

Ling Zikai glanced at the cuckoo coldly, and found that although her tone was flat and the expression on her face had not changed, there was a trace of nervousness in her eyes, and her eyes looked at her motionlessly, as if her answer was very important to her, so she said:

Although I, Ling Zikai, don't have the great spirit of sacrificing my life to save people, but I am also a manly man who dares to be a man, even if I choose to come in, I will not have any regrets!"

When the cuckoo heard this, his face immediately bloomed like a bright flower, and he smiled: "Why are you angry? People just talk about it casually! What about a manly husband, just a little belly chicken intestines! If I am wrong, I will give you a gift!"

After finishing speaking, the cuckoo really had to give a salute to Ling Zikai, and his words and deeds revealed a bit of a little woman's coquettishness, which made Ling Zikai angry for a while, and neither did he laugh.

"No, you're lying to me! This miasma is not poisonous at all, otherwise I have been here for more than ten hours, why haven't I had any symptoms of poisoning?"

Ling Zikai suddenly came to his senses and said.

The cuckoo shook his head and said, "I didn't lie to you, this miasma is really poisonous." Because few people come in, there are many rare species that grow in the mountain stream for a long time, such as wild ginseng, Polygonum multiflori, Ganoderma lucidum and so on, which are easy to find. So every year, some people who have been deceived by money have come in at the risk of their lives. But without exception, these people either died under the attack of wild beasts, or they were poisoned by miasma. Even if one or two people can get away with it, they will get seriously ill and become crazy and delirious. ”

"As for why you weren't poisoned, according to my guess, it must have something to do with the soul bones of the ancestral god in your body. Because according to the records of our Durenke clan, this Tiger Leaping Stream can only be safely entered and exited by shamans who have possessed the soul bones of the ancestral gods in the past generations, and it is obvious that the soul bones of the ancestral gods play a key role."

Ling Zikai asked suspiciously, "According to what you said, I can have immunity to miasma, but why did you stay longer than me, and you also didn't show symptoms of poisoning?

When a new shaman appears, the soul bones are integrated into his body, and only when he dies will the soul bones reappear, and continue to search for the next generation of inheritors." Maybe my body is something special and is equally immune to the toxicity in the miasma. ”

"You've been here before?"

The cuckoo said leisurely: "When I was nine years old, I came here before!"

Ling Zikai asked, "Why did you come here?"

"That year, I suddenly fell ill and woke up after seven days and seven nights of sleep, but I was completely delirious and talking nonsense. The elders of the clan all said that I was possessed by the ancestral god, and although I was not able to fuse the soul bone of the ancestral god, I had the possibility of becoming a new generation of shamans. So I took the soul bone pendant handed down by the ancestral god into the Tiger Leaping Stream, saying that in the place where the ancestral god lived, maybe there would be a chance for me to fuse the soul bone. ”

"Strange to say, as soon as I entered here, I came to my senses. I stayed in it for ten whole days, and although I didn't succeed in fusing the ancestral soul bone, after I went out, my body didn't show any abnormalities, and my illness was cured, which caused quite a stir at the time!"

Ling Zikai gasped, it was hard to imagine how a nine-year-old girl survived in this mysterious primeval land for ten days, and subconsciously asked, "In ten days, you must have suffered a lot!"

Du Juan smiled: "It's not hard, it's just that I was too young at the time, and I was a little scared to stay here alone." In fact, as long as you can resist the poison of the miasma, there is no other major danger. The beasts here are still very kind, you don't threaten or hurt them, they don't attack you. I spent so much time in it and found a lot of interesting places! When it's dawn, I'll show you there!"

Ling Zikai saw that although Du Juan said it lightly, there must be unimaginable dangers in it, but he didn't want to say it. What kind of girl is this?

Perhaps in the short life of more than 20 years, after experiencing the parting of relatives and the test of life and death, she has created an indomitable and forever strong heart in her beautiful body. In contrast, Ling Zikai felt a little ashamed of himself.

"Did you come in again?"

"I've been here a few times to find something that is good for the development of the forest farm, such as some saplings, seeds, etc. Every time, I came in quietly, and when I found it, I left immediately, and I didn't stay long. No one knows I've been here!"

Ling Zikai nodded sympathetically, this must be a recognized forbidden area of life, if outsiders find out that she can enter and exit safely, she will be treated as a monster, and even let some people with ulterior motives take advantage of it and bring some unnecessary trouble!

Before I knew it, the white mist in the surrounding woods was gradually thickening.

Ling Zikai saw that the firewood in the fire pit in the field was about to run out, and he just wanted to pick up some dry firewood and add another handful.

But he saw that the cuckoo used a wooden stick to spread the bonfire and let it go out, and explained: "It is almost dawn, there is no need to add more fire, and we will set off later! I will show you some of the treasures here." ”

Ling Zikai glanced at the cuckoo who was naughty and made a fool of his eyelids, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is there still a treasure hidden here?"

The cuckoo nodded and said, "This is the place where the ancestral gods lived, how can there be no treasures!" But I can warn you first, don't let greed blind your heart when the time comes!"

After waiting for a while, the night gradually faded, and the mountains and forests showed a hazy shadow. The cuckoo led Ling Zikai along a stream in the forest.

Walking in the forest, the dense fog and white gauze float softly in the air, and from time to time the whole person will be wrapped in it, and the white hand in front of him is not visible.

Although he knew that his body was immune to the miasma, thinking of its terrible thing still made Ling Zikai a little uneasy and jealous, and he couldn't help but stop.

At that moment, a soft slender hand grabbed his palm and pulled him on. Feeling the warmth transmitted from the soft and boneless hand, Ling Zikai's heart fluttered slightly, and he no longer had any scruples in his heart, and closely followed the footsteps of the cuckoo.

After walking for a while, a mountain beam was turned in front of me. The sun rising in the east dispelled the fog, revealing the col ahead.

I saw the trees standing quietly under the blue sky, opening their arms to meet the sun. Wildflowers shimmer with crystal dewdrops and fragrance of grass, flowers, and moist earth. A few sika deer walked gracefully by the stream, small squirrels jumped between the trees, and the song of mountain birds came to the ears, and there was a vibrant scene everywhere!

For the first time in his life, Ling Zikai felt like he had entered a fairyland, completely intoxicated.

Inadvertently, I felt that the slender hand holding me was released, and I wanted to retract it, so I subconsciously grabbed it with my backhand. The slender hand struggled slightly, and when he saw that he couldn't break free, he stopped moving and let Ling Zikai hold it.

Ling Zikai secretly glanced at the cuckoo and saw that she lowered her head slightly, and a crimson was wiped on the root of her ear.

At this moment, a ray of sunlight slanted through the leaves, and a brilliant halo was dyed on her plain, blown-up face. The resolute and straight nose bridge has both a feminine beauty and a bit of a masculine heroism; the slightly thin and soft cherry lips present an almost transparent ruby red, which is delicate at any time as if it can make people intoxicated at a glance; and the long black shiny hair as soft as water slopes down like a waterfall, just the right amount of scattered on the slightly sharpened fragrant shoulders......

Ling Zikai's gaze became a little obsessed, and he stood there stupidly, until he heard Du Juan's somewhat embarrassed voice in his ears: "Have you seen enough!"

Fang came to his senses and couldn't help but say, "It's so beautiful!"

"What are you talking about, and I'll ignore you!"

Ling Zikai smiled and said with some ill will: "What do you think? I mean the scenery here is so beautiful!"

"You-"

The cuckoo stomped his foot shyly, broke free of Ling Zikai's hand, and ran away.

Ling Zikai let out a burst of happy laughter, and then pulled out his legs and chased after him.

The two trotted all the way, and in a blink of an eye, they came to the bottom of the col.

I saw that the cuckoo led Ling Zikai to a gentle slope with the back of the yang to the yin. There is a dense linden forest with thick litter and knee-deep weeds, making every step extremely difficult. Beneath your feet is a thick layer of humus, which looks like a soft cushion when you step on it.

As he was walking, the cuckoo suddenly said to Ling Zikai, "Don't move!"

Ling Zikai was startled, thinking that there was some poisonous snake hidden in front of him, so he stood there and didn't dare to move.

But he saw the cuckoo walk to Ling Zikai's side, squatted down, and pushed away some of the weeds at his feet, revealing a plant more than thirty centimeters tall with five small petioles, each with five palm-shaped tender green leaves. And there is a thin stem at the upper end of the leaf, and there is a cluster of bright red and smooth at the top, which resembles a chicken waist, very much like a hammer, and it is very good-looking.

"This is a wild ginseng!" Ling Zikai exclaimed in surprise.

The cuckoo nodded, carefully picked up the humus at the root of the ginseng, and after carefully inspecting it, he quickly filled it with the same humus, stood up, and said, "That's right, this is a five-leaf ginseng, it should be thirty or forty years old!"