In the evening, twilight is four. Today's sunset is setting exceptionally fast, which makes those who sigh under the sunset a little more stunned.

Mu Qi drove the sheep back, and there was no word all the way. The old sheep also seemed to know that Mu Qi was in a bad mood, so he walked obediently on the side.

The dull ones only hear the dull footsteps.

When Mu Qi was about to get home, he found that many people had gathered there in front of the tent. Mu Qi was anxious: Nothing will happen, right? At this time, someone said: "Mu Qi is back!"

Three people walked up to Mu Qi, and one of them snatched the whip and said, "The sheep are confiscated!"

Mu Qi shouted, "Why!" the old sheep also cried out dissatisfied. The result was a whipping. The old sheep did not dare to shout anymore.

At this time, Tai Ji, who wore an official hat and an official uniform, and had sharp beaks and monkey cheeks, said: "What's the matter? Your family took in the Han people, and what happened to confiscate your flock according to the law? But now the nature is different, your father absconded in fear of crime, so not only will your flock be confiscated, but you and your mother will also be slaves to others!"

Mu Qi argued loudly: "My dad didn't run away!

"Oh, save people, save whom?" asked Tai Ji with squinted eyes.

"Help... Save.. No matter who you save, it's better than those of you who don't save you who don't save you in the face of death!" Mu Qi was not afraid of the oppression of adults.

"Hmph! Little rabbit cub! You know what a fart! Can this man be rescued indiscriminately? Why did your father save him if he was not related to him? That must be in collusion with this Han man! Now that he has run away again, that shows that there is an ulterior secret in this. It's not impossible to conspire with you to rebel!" Tai Ji laughed gloomily.

"No way! You talk nonsense! We don't!" Mu Qi cried out with a crying voice, "You lie to my father!

"Hey, it's not you and I who have the final say! Come on! Take it back and interrogate it properly!" Tai Ji turned around triumphantly and was about to leave. Two messengers carried the ghost ghost and asked, "Lord Taiji, what should I do with this Han man?"

Taiji glanced at the ghost ghost and said, "It seems that it won't work, so you don't need to carry it back, anyway, people have seen that the Muqi family is harboring Han people, so just find a place to throw it away!"

The messenger was about to carry the ghost away, and Mu Qi shouted, "No, he's not dead, he's still alive." Please give us a little time. Mu Qi could no longer lift his proud head, and fell to his knees with a thud.

Tai Ji was very annoyed by this kid just now, and when he saw this stubborn child kneeling in front of him, he felt a great sense of conquest, and he was in a happy mood: "Haha, it's too late to admit your mistake now! What about the stubbornness just now?" Mu Qi bowed his head and was silent, tears were already flowing freely on his face. He hated! hated his own powerlessness!

After some ridicule, Taiji walked away. Mu Qi still wanted to beg for an errand officer, but the mother who had been hiding her face on the side cried and shouted: "Mu Qi! Enough! Isn't he enough to hurt us?"

Mu Qi was taken aback. The mother stopped talking, hiding her face and crying bitterly. Mu Qi collapsed, all thoughts were lost, he didn't know who to blame, he didn't know. He watched the master being carried away, he watched his mother being taken away, he watched the old sheep being whipped, the sheep being expelled, and he himself being dragged by others. He felt that everything was so hopeless! A strong desire to become stronger germinated in his heart. He swore that he was going to be stronger, that he would not be as powerless as he was today!

It was a night that Mu Qi would never forget!

At dawn the next day, Buhe had already seen the Oniqi Mountain. It was supposed to be a day-and-a-half-day walk, but Bucher knew that the situation was critical, so he hurried all the time, and it took a day to arrive. In fact, why he suddenly made up his mind to go to the ghost, he still can't say a little clearly. He had a strong instinct that told him that all these things could only be solved if he saved the ghost and the ghost. Otherwise, he will only die! He has offended too many evil gentry and greedy officials, and they all hate themselves to death, and if it falls into their hands this time...... It doesn't matter to you, but... What should he do with his wife and children? Buhe didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he could only bite the bullet and break into this terrible ghost.

The hook moon is westward, and the sky is gray. The dark ghost mountain is like a dancing ghost, which is breathtaking. Even Buhe, who had been hunting in the mountains all year round and had fought tigers and wolves, felt a tremble in his heart. Buhe thought to himself: This mountain is really terrifying! Just looking at its figure, a kind of fear has crept into his heart! It seems that the rumors are true. You still can't rush in, if you don't see what tribes around you have it first, it's not too late to understand the situation before entering.

Buhe walked along the mountain to see if he could touch a living person. After walking for a long time, I finally saw one tent after another. Buhe was very happy, and hurriedly ran over, found a family, and said a friendly hello. After listening to the introduction, the man was a man from Monan, so he warmly entertained him. Buhe did not grind, and directly explained the intention. The man was startled, and hurriedly dissuaded: "Warriors, don't go! I don't know if there is a blood lingzhi on this mountain, but I know that this mountain is definitely going and never returning! I don't know how many people have seen going up the mountain, but I have never seen anyone come down from the mountain!"

Buhe groaned and said, "Is it really so evil? Is there some kind of monster?"

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know what it is, I usually don't dare to go in." Except for when we worship the mountain god every year, we walk in two steps, and we don't dare to take half a step at other times!"

"Oh, you worship the mountain god every year, why are you still so vicious?"

"Alas, how could the anger of the mountain god be so easily quelled? Every year when we carry the sheep, we can feel the blood and qi in our bodies surge, and a careless life is gone. So, we don't dare to stay for a moment! Not to mention what kind of Blood Lingzhi you're looking for!"

Bucher was a little frightened when he heard this, and that kind of fear is not something that can be dissolved by courage, but an instinctive reaction to the unknown.

The man sighed and said, "I didn't expect that in order to save people, you would dare to explore the Ghost Mountains! Now you are as brave as you, rare! I respect my brother for three bowls!" Buhe was a little embarrassed, and he was still hesitating, but when he saw that the man respected himself for three bowls, it was not easy to refuse, so he also drank three bowls. The fire in my heart was poured out by these three bowls of wine. Buhe said arrogantly: "No matter what kind of demons and monsters he is, I will go!" He led his hunting knife and went up the mountain.

Before entering the mountain, it was still a red day, but after entering the mountain, it was dark and cold. The wind is miserable, and the clouds are miserable, as if you are not entering a mountain, but an underworld. Bucher clenched the hunting knife in his hand, wary of his surroundings. A gust of wind blew, and Buhe seemed to hear the sound of ten thousand arrows firing in unison, and hurriedly waved his knife to parry, slashing indiscriminately for a while, and found that there was nothing. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, another gust of wind blew, and Buhe seemed to hear the sound of ten thousand drums beating in unison, and looked around in fright, but there was nothing. Buhe cut down a tree when he saw it, and shot a bird when he saw it. His mind gradually became unconscious, the murderous aura gradually steamed, and the blood qi in his body began to surge. Buhe stumbled, chopping and chopping, all the way to the mountain, and the blood and qi surging in his body were slowly draining. At that moment, a Taoist floated down and stood on a tree branch, silent, as if he had been there, as if he had never existed. The Taoist stared at Buhe and saw him walking towards the mountain step by step. The Taoist always kept his distance from him, unhurried. Bucher was in a daze until a large circular clearing appeared in front of him. There are no living creatures in the circle, and there are dead plants and trees and white bones all around, only a little dazzling blood red in the center of the circle! This is the legendary blood reishi. Buhe walked towards the Blood Lingzhi step by step. Just when it was three feet away, suddenly the blood lingzhi transformed into a bewitching and blood-red woman, and said with a smile: "How long has it been! ”

I was about to smoke, and I heard a man say:

Mountains and clouds, forests, streams, cliffs and waterfalls, birds and fish leaping, He envy the gods!

The pine wind and cranes are singing, the moon is bright and Xiao is playing, the green clothes and skirts, the gods and goddesses!

Blood Lingzhi was startled, and when he saw that it was a Taoist priest, he immediately smiled and said, "Ha!

The Taoist also learned from her tone and said with a smile: "Ha! I have a blessed mouth today!"

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