Dabie Mountain is just an ordinary mountain, and suddenly one day, there are terrifying legends about it under the corner of the mountain.

The Seventh Elder brought a few blood ginseng plants and gave them to Ying Xiangmian.

"The respected Elder Yu Shuang said, you are his closed disciple, and I will reward you with a few blood ginseng trees as an apprenticeship. ”

After the Seven Elders finished speaking, they threw down the ginseng and left angrily.

Ying Xiangmian hugged the blood ginseng on the floor, excited and burst into tears.

"Ginseng, ginseng, do you know how much your mother misses you?"

"Every night I have the same dream, I want to dig you with a hoe. Xiangmian cried.

"I was going to dig today, but I didn't expect you to come to your mother's arms.

"Ginseng, ginseng, mom loves you. After speaking, Xiangmian took the ginseng to the world of the book spirit.

The book spirit, which had been quiet for many days, saw someone coming in excitedly, and instantly had an ominous premonition.

Xiangmian: "Shuling, I got the blood ginseng, and I can break the twelfth meridian today." ”

Shu Ling panicked, "Can you show me that it's real blood ginseng?" I've lived for so long, and I haven't seen a real one." ”

The cotton wool excitedly showed it.

When Shu Ling saw it, he rolled his eyes and said, "Ginseng is real, but do you swallow it raw like this, don't process it." ”

After hearing this, Xiangmian immediately opened her big mouth and took a ginseng to put in her mouth.

Shu Ling was frightened and said, "Swallow it alive! You are really a python, you are not afraid of being stuck in your throat!"

Xiangmian smiled: "Just kidding, I'll go out and turn ginseng into delicious now." After saying that, he put his tongue on his lips and licked it.

Look at someone who is far away.

Shuling complained: "I really have a mouth and can eat, and I don't even think about sharing a little bit." ”

"Mu Lang, Mu Lang, I want to eat sugar, you make these five blood ginseng into sugar, I want to eat ginseng candy. ”

"By the way, Mu Lang, you can cut these three ginseng into slices and make tea for my father. ”

Turning around, he dropped the ginseng and went back to the house to warm up.

Mu Lang smiled: "It's the young master, the slave will do it immediately." ”

。。。。。

In the depths of Dabie Mountain, the fragrant cotton was shivering from the cold wind.

"It's cold, it's cold!"

"Shuling, let me go into space. ”

"You stinky book. ”

"Rotten book. ”..................

Shuling laughed in the space, "No way, your old fart is so stinky, I can't bear it." ”

"Let's find a place to solve it ourselves. The book spirit shouted loudly in the space.

With anger, Xiangmian rubbed his hands, preparing to break through the twelfth meridian in the depths of this Dabie Mountain.

In the harsh winter, when the snow melts, many farmers go up the mountain to keep their vegetables warm and covered with thick quilts.

Hunters go up the mountain to catch some hibernating animals and sell them for money.

There are also some woodcutters who go up the mountain to chop wood to make coal to burn.

In winter, the surface of the mountain is very quiet, and the interior is very lively.

However, someone who is serious about cultivating has made it more lively.

Xiangmian luck brings together the medicinal properties of blood ginseng and the internal power of Xuanling Gong, and the two forces continue to roll in the body and gather in the abdomen.

"Ah...... Forehead...... Europe............

"Bang .........................................."

The ground shook, a flock of birds flew away, snow fell from the rocks on the trees, and the little animals were frightened and scurryed around.

Farmers, hunters, and woodcutters were all lying on the ground in fear.

The stench was everywhere, and there were countless dead bodies.

After someone has let out a stinky fart, they pretend to run away without incident.

After escaping to a long place, he stood on a small hillside and sighed, "What a landslide!"

I thought it was good that it was winter, and there was no one on the hill wandering, so I clapped my hands and slipped away.

"Oh no, no, it's a landslide. A farmer said.

"Is it the mountain god who is coming to punish us?" said the woodcutter, who walked up to the farmer.

A fisherman who came in a hurry said, "It's not the mountain god who is angry, it's the demonic beast that has come." ”

The fisherman continued, "The smell that blew from the mountains just now is the smell of a fart that only a demonic beast can release. ”

And the people in the mountains were frightened out of half their lives after seeing the corpses of countless animals and insects on the ground.

"It stinks, and many animals have been smoked to death. ”

"OMG!"

"Really?"

..................

A group of people gathered together and talked about it.

At this time, a cold wind blew the stench down.

The peasant woodcutters who were the first to smell were fainted by the stench.

"It's Warcraft, it's Warcraft, it's really Warcraft. ”

"Only Warcraft can release such a terrifying smell. A woodcutter pinched his nose and said.

"Oh my God, there haven't been any magical beasts here for hundreds of years, I didn't expect ......," said another farmer who was having trouble breathing.

"You're still saying, let's run for our lives. With that, the hunter pulled his companion and hurried down the mountain.

A group of people were so frightened that their butts were urinating, and they ran desperately, regardless of the fact that they had lost their shoes and farm tools......

The sound of running for your life is terrifying.

The people at the foot of the mountain faintly heard the cry of "There are monsters, there are monsters, there are monsters............".

Residents near the mountain also fled.

In an instant, there were rumors of Warcraft everywhere in the streets and alleys of Dabie Mountain.

A farmer said to an old man: "There are monsters in the mountains, and they have released stinky farts and killed countless animals, and everyone is so frightened that they are fleeing for their lives. ”

The old man said to his mother-in-law: "There is a huge demonic beast in the mountain, and the stinky fart released smokes the animals within a radius of hundreds of miles, and countless people in the mountain have been eaten by it, so we want to run for our lives quickly." ”

The old lady said to the peasant woman: "There is a huge, black monster in the mountain, with a bloody mouth, and when it is angry, it will emit a sky-high stench, which can kill people within a radius of hundreds of miles, and dozens of people have been eaten on and near the mountain, let's hurry up and run for our lives!"

The peasant woman said to her neighbors: "There is a huge monster from the mountains, covered in pitch black, with eyes as big as lanterns, bloodshot eyes, a bloody mouth, and a ............ teeth."

In an instant, rumors spread, and people panicked.

At this time, someone who didn't know it was going home with his little ass in his hands.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you. Mu Lang asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I practiced too hard today and accidentally torn my pants. Xiangmian pretended to be okay and said.

"Young master, let the slave maid help you make it up!" Mu Lang said earnestly.

"No need, the location is too awkward, I'll do it myself. Xiangmian waved her hand and said.

"Young master, just concentrate on practicing, let our daughter's family do these little things. ”

After Mu Lang was rejected, he used to beg Xiangmian to agree with a pitiful and embarrassed appearance.

Xiangmian resisted left and right, "I really don't need it, I used to be a daughter's family, and I can make up my pants." ”

Mu Lang was surprised, "Young Master, what did you just say. ”

Xiangmian wiped her sweat, "I used to dream that I was a woman, a woman who could mend her pants. ”

Then he touched Mu Lang's shoulder and said, "Good Mu Lang, you just let the young master try it myself, is the dream real!"

Mu Lang was helpless, and he really wanted to leave the peony flowers he had newly learned to embroider on the young master's pants.

At this time, Song's father and Song's mother pushed open the door and saw a white and tender half of the buttocks, and laughed happily.

The fragrant cotton covered his face, and his cheeks were red.

At this time, the residents near Dabie Mountain were carrying their luggage and driving ox carts............