The twenty-fourth adventure of the underground sacred mountain appeared/By chance, jade paste saved people

(8) In the meantime, Xuanyuan suddenly remembered that the evil god Qin (Pi Bird) passed on to the drum monster to water the Danmu with jade paste and cultivate the secret method of cultivating five-colored fruits. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info however, it needs to be four o'clock every year, according to the spring equinox, summer solstice, autumn equinox, winter solstice on the solar terms, with jade paste to water the danmu, until five years before the five-color fragrant flowers, and produce five-color divine fruit. Come to think of it, that divine fruit must be wonderful, containing unexpected mana, and it is desirable!

But this secret method is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there is no time to cultivate it now, Xuanyuan sighed, and only looked forward to seeing its appearance and tasting its sweetness in the future!

They were ready, lit torches, and returned along the same path, because they were familiar with the road conditions and the dangerous places that should be paid attention to, the way back naturally became much easier, and there was less oppression of walking in an unknown dark space. However, even so, they didn't dare to relax for a moment, because the underground river had left a deep memory on them after all.

Needless to say, the loop is difficult. When they climbed out of the ground, returned to the mountains and forests, felt the familiar sky and sunshine, and whistled outside the forest, calling out Huang Biao Jiliang Erma, their mood was not to mention how happy. After a few days apart, the two clever horses were really fine, and when they saw their masters, they galloped under the neighing, and came forward to shake their heads and tails, and their expressions were very intimate.

According to the general direction he knew, the ghost area led Xuanyuan and his father to Kunlun's void.

With the help of the feet of Huang Biao and Ji Liang's two horses, they traveled through the mountains and forests and wilderness, choosing a road, and their footsteps were more than doubled.

The falling yellow leaves in the forest suggest that autumn is getting stronger, and the cold winter is coming, which also attracts a little coolness in the hearts of people walking in it.

On the way, Xuanyuan and the Ghost District joined hands to capture a large black tiger, the tiger meat can be used to supplement food, and the dense and thick tiger skin can be used to protect against the cold in the future. During the hunt, Xuanyuan had obviously felt his strength skyrocket, and the strength of his two arms was not the same as before, and the fierce tiger who was wounded by his arrow and rushed to his front was easily thrown out of the distance by his shoulder and arm in his dodge, and after a few rounds, until he was killed by his punch, even the ghost area standing aside to protect couldn't help but praise.

He knew that all these proud changes were due to the miraculous jade paste. In his spare time, he would still look up at the sky, hoping to have a brief spiritual encounter with his deceased father's distant divine heart in the sky, so that he could witness his son's growth.

On this day, they walked on the rugged stone road, between the rocks and steep peaks, climbed a peak, raised their eyes and looked down, at the foot of the mountain, a huge wave of Changjin, pouring waves, winding to the east; on both sides of the bank and the mountains, the peaks are connected, the mountains are deep, and they stretch endlessly; the sound of birds and beasts crying from the mountains and dense forests on both sides of the river is endless, so it attracts a burst of restlessness of the father, perhaps there is really the place where he is fascinated.

They climbed high mountains, went upstream, and then into a wooded forest, turned northwest and advanced.

After a few more days of traveling, after walking out of the forest, it was noon, and as far as the eye could see, they finally found human traffic. Not far ahead, there is a rather large walled city nestled in the greenery, the thatched houses in the village are scattered, the smoke curls and is full of life, and the village is surrounded by tall logs arranged into a neat guard fence, in which from time to time there are boiling human voices, mixed with beautiful singing and loud cries of babies, so lively, as if a grand celebration is being held.