Among the towering peaks, despite the dim light, Yun Porcelain could faintly see that on the hillside only a few steps away from her, there was a grass, the vermilion fruit grew very pleasantly, Yun Porcelain Ning trotted a few steps closer - umbrella-shaped flowers grew at the top of the stalks, and the spherical red seed fruits were clustered. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing this grass Yun Porcelain Ning was overjoyed, this is not an ordinary grass, this herb is called "blood ginseng", the taste is slightly sweet and bitter, raw use has the function of stopping bleeding and strengthening the heart, dispersing stasis and reducing swelling and pain, in this season, this place, is a rare medicinal material.

Thinking that the injury on the back of Feng Jue's hand was not completely healed, Yun Chenning was even more reluctant to leave this "blood ginseng" in the cold mountains, she rolled up her sleeves, put the basket on her back aside, and stretched out her arms to dig the blood ginseng on the hillside.

However, his arms are too short, and he has tried many times, but he is still a little short of touching the leaves of blood ginseng.

Whether it is the flowers, fruits, or rhizomes of blood ginseng, they all have their own medicinal uses, and she must dig up the whole plant and never destroy any part.

Yun Yuning changed her posture and stretched her legs, even if she could touch the blood ginseng, she couldn't dig it out, she wanted to cry without tears, she got up angrily and patted the dust on her body, clasped her arms with both hands and despised the blood ginseng by the way, and said, "Hmph, don't pick it!"

Eyes swept over the hillside, and Yun Porcelain Ning was pleasantly surprised to find that not far from the blood ginseng, there was a weed that she could reach, and after pulling it hard, it grew quite strong.

The corners of Yun Cining's mouth bent, this time I will definitely be able to dig you! She grabbed the weed in one hand and a small shovel in the other, and carefully climbed down from the top of the mountain, but when she picked up the shovel and wanted to aim at the root of the blood ginseng, the weed that Yun Cining was holding in her left hand was pulled up by her roots, and her whole body instantly lost its gravity, and she slid down the hillside like a roller coaster.

When the clothes rubbed against the soil, the dust flew away, and the scream of Yun Yuning resounded in the sky, and the owl perched on the branches of the trees at night was frightened by this scream and flapped its wings and flew away, and the earthworm in its mouth fell to the ground, and the earth was drilled into a hole, and the earthworm disappeared in a short time.

When she woke up again, Yun Chenning only felt a sore back.

When you open your eyes, you are surrounded by clusters of irises, the purple petals are bright but not cheesy, and what is even more amazing is that among the flowers, countless blue butterflies dance around the flowers, and a few of them stop on the tender green leaves to absorb the morning dew, and under the faint sunlight, everything here looks so beautiful and illusory.

She actually slept here all night!

Yun Chening got up from the flowers, rubbed her head, and walked forward slowly, the sound of "whooshing" water became louder and louder, until she approached the peak, and as soon as she raised her head, she saw a white Lian flying stream, the sound was like thunder.

The water column flowed endlessly, and when it hit the boulder, it fell into pieces, and instantly turned into countless beads flying in the air, and the water mist around the boulder below was misty, and a mist jumped up like a swallow.

On the moist stone, a lilac skirt is on the ground, the iris embroidered on the shawl is very exquisite, the cloud clothes flutter in the wind, the woman sits on the ground, lowers her eyelids, and gently picks the strings with her hands, the sound of the piano is like the flowing water of the mountains, and the sound of the water corresponds to the harmony, which looks very cheerful.

The Fengshi-style guqin made of old fir wood must have excellent timbre.

The woman raised her head slightly, the crape myrtle hairpin used to decorate the Feixian bun was loosely hairpinned, and the beads on the head of Jin Bu trembled and drooped, swaying between the temples.

What a beautiful face it was - between the slender Han Yan eyebrows, the vermilion lotus-shaped flower taught her to look bewitching but not kitsch, Danfeng's eyes were charming but awe-inspiring, and her sandalwood lips were as beautiful as Danguo.

Yun Chenning, who was standing on the boulder and originally wanted to scoop some water to clean his face, couldn't help but look stunned, he didn't notice the stone moss under his feet, and his body slipped and he was about to fall into the water.

"Go!" The woman's eyes were cold, her left hand quickly plucked the strings, and the phoenix guqin flew towards Yun Ci Ning as if it had human nature, and it happened to hold up her body that was about to fall, and the water splash from the collision of the mountain spring and the stone splashed Yun Ci Ning's face, which was also regarded as a clean face by the way.

Yun Ci Ning Fang, who had regained his steady, wiped the spring water from his face with his sleeve, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a man with a sword flying down from the boulder.

The man was only in his twenties, dressed in a jet-black suit, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes stared at Yun Cining in front of him, as if he was blaming her for not breaking into here.

Yun Chenning, who didn't know where this was, took two steps back with some fear when he looked up at the man's eyes, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

The woman who was originally stroking the qin also flew down, raised her hands to catch the guqin floating in the air, hooked the corners of her mouth, and tilted her head to look at Yun Chenning.

That smile, like a spring breeze, stirred Yun Chenning's head dizzy, completely forgetting the danger he had just felt, and sincerely admired: "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

This kind of beauty is not like the superficial beauty of the few women she saw in Qiongxian Yuan before, but a kind of beauty that is moving, but has its own charm.

Qu Qianjing, who heard this, couldn't help but chuckle, raised her hand and brushed the broken hair in her ear, "You girl, you have a sweet mouth." ”

"Master?" Lin Yuan's hand was attached to the hilt of the sword, the sword in the scabbard was ready to go, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, he didn't understand why Master was still smiling so happily when no one was allowed to enter the Poison Immortal Valley, which was originally not allowed to enter the Poison Immortal Valley, was invaded by outsiders today.

Qu Qianjing shook his head slightly, signaling him not to act rashly.

"Uh......" Yun Cinning snapped his fingers, drew a circle on the ground with his toes, and asked, "Excuse me...... Where is this?"

"This is the Valley of the Poison Immortals. Qu Qianjing opened his mouth and glanced at Lin Yuan beside him: "You are the second person to come in by yourself besides him." ”

Yun Yuning felt that the word "poison immortal" was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a while, "That...... What about the others who want to come in?"

Qu Qianjing's face did not change, he looked up at the purple bamboo forest behind Yun Chenning, and said softly: "It's dead." ”

"Dead ...... Dead?!" Yun Cining's body shook, and she turned her head mechanically to look at the purple bamboo forest outside the iris bush like Qu Qianjing, as if she saw those white bones buried under the bamboo forest, she couldn't help but clench her fists.

Then he laughed dryly twice and opened the topic, "Then you are the poisonous sister?"

"Hahaha......" Qu Qianjing couldn't stop laughing after hearing Yun Chenning call herself, "No one has ever called the deity like this." ”

Over the years, she had heard others call her a "demon girl", a "monster", a "poison fairy", and many years ago, that person had called her "Qianjing", but the title of "poisonous sister" was the first time she heard it.

Sensing that Qu Qianjing's brows stretched a little, Yun Yuning continued to smile and scratch her head: "Hehe, you are very young, so you are called sister." ”

"Young?" Qu Qianjing on the other side raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't agree with her statement, "The deity is already one hundred and fifty-three this year. ”

"What...... What?" Yun Chenning, who heard this, leaned and almost slipped off the stone again, I am obedient, one hundred and fifty-three years old...... It's embarrassing.