Song Jian and his entourage slowly climbed towards the mountain, the location of the wooden shed was relatively remote, on the other side of the mountain, it was actually a foothold for Sun Laohan when he was collecting medicine.

While climbing the Song Jian, he pondered Sun Laohan's words, it seems that there should be a special martial arts system in this world, and the martial artists in this martial arts system should be called war masters. It's just that Song Jian doesn't know what the criteria for becoming a war master are.

Soon, night fell and a cool breeze hit.

Sun Laohan walked in the front, and smoked a big cigarette pouch again, and little by little, he exhaled and said, "It won't be long before it's the ice and snow season." Hey, I don't know how many more people will freeze to death. ”

Sun Bao stepped forward and said, "Grandpa, in the ice and snow season, we can go home." ”

"Well, yes," Sun Laohan said, in fact, he didn't know how long his few people would have to wait on this mountain.

The orchid at the back took two steps forward and walked beside Song Jian.

"Brother Song," Orchid whispered.

Song Jian glanced sideways at Orchid, "Hmm", and said, "I'm sorry, Orchid, I've bothered you." ”

"It's okay, Brother Song," Orchid's heart thumped, she also had the courage to call out the three words "Brother Song", "Brother Song, you must have been a very powerful person before." ”

"Huh?" Song Jian didn't understand.

"It's before you lost your memory," Orchid tugged at her braids, "Look, you can do alchemy, and those who can do alchemy are very powerful in our Canglong Kingdom." It is said that even the emperor of our Canglong Kingdom met them. All of them will bow. ”

Song Jian just smiled, of course he understood the status of an alchemist in this world.

When they were on Earth, the alchemist did not pass it on, and the reason was very simple, because there was not enough spiritual energy on the earth, and there were simply not enough good medicinal materials to support the alchemist to refine the pill. Song Jian can be regarded as a figure with hands and eyes on the earth, but in his last year, he only refined more than twenty pills, because almost all the spiritual herbs in the world have been searched by Song Jian.

But in this world. Reiki is abundant. The quality of the medicinal materials is excellent, so an alchemist is very terrifying, you know, even the medium-grade pills recorded in the "Book of Ancient People". The effect is also very strong. Enough for an ordinary person. Quickly become an Inner Qi Realm martial artist.

What does this mean? This means that an alchemist, in this world. It is easy to mass-produce Inner Qi Realm Martial Artists!

However, at the same time, there is another problem, that is, although the pill is very good, it is only magical for ordinary people, and for high-level martial artists in the Inner Qi Realm, the effect of the pill, at least the effect of the medium-grade pill, is almost none! This also restricts the ability of alchemists, and they can only produce high-level martial artists in batches at most. But in this world, Song Jian estimates that there will be many, many martial artists who are stronger than the Great Perfection!

These thoughts flashed through him, Song Jian shook his head, and said, "I don't know if I was very powerful before I lost my memory, no matter what, get through this difficulty first, you can rest assured, I won't let you be hurt." ”

"Well," Orchid's tone was affirmative, "I'm not afraid!" With you, I'm not afraid at all, I know that you must be very powerful. ”

Song Jian didn't speak, he had to recover his body.

In the middle of the night, the four of them finally arrived on the other side of Daqing Mountain, and halfway up the mountain, there was indeed a wooden shed.

Old man Sun took the lead and walked over, took out the flint, and lit a bonfire in front of the door, which was lit, bringing bursts of warmth to this late night.

"Come in, although this is a wilderness, there are not many wild beasts, I have been collecting medicine in this place all year round, there will be no danger," said Old Man Sun.

The wooden shed was small, and four people slept in it, which was cramped.

The hut was surrounded by shrubs, and outside were countless tall trees and valley ditches, and there was hardly anyone else in this place except for the hunter and the old man Sun, a medicine farmer.

"Let's sleep like this for a while, I don't know what will happen tomorrow," said Old Man Sun, while throwing the mat and weeds he had brought to the ground.

Sun Bao didn't say much, he saw his grandfather lay out the mat, leaned against the wall and fell asleep, the child was really tired and frightened.

The old grandson lay down next to Sun Bao, closed his eyes, thought about his thoughts, and slowly fell asleep.

Song Jian didn't lie down, although his body was not well, his spirit was intact, and his mental power was extremely strong, and it was okay if he didn't sleep for a few nights in a row.

Song Jian quietly walked out of the door, sat by the bonfire, looked at the stars in the sky, the weather was a little cold, and he wrapped his clothes.

"Squeaky Squeak"

A sound of footsteps leaned in.

Song Jian knew that it was an orchid.

"Brother Song, why don't you sleep," Orchid sat down beside Song Jian and added some wood to the campfire.

"Don't be sleepy," Song Jian said softly, "Orchid, go to sleep, I'm tired from a day of fright." ”

"I'm not sleepy," Orchid's voice revealed a bit of pleasure, "Brother Song, are you thinking about how to deal with those catchers?" ”

"Hmm," Song Jian was actually thinking about how to refine the pill next and recover from his injuries.

"Those catchers are very lazy, they don't come to the village once in half a year, the last time our village fought with the ravine village next door......"

The orchid chattered softly, talking about the past, talking about some trivial things, talking about some common sense in this world, Song Jian just listened. Slowly, Orchid's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally, Orchid's head rested on Song Jian's shoulder and fell asleep.

Song Jian turned his head sideways, seeing that the girl still had this smile on her face, he smiled lightly, hugged the girl, entered the wooden house, and lay her down, while Song Jian himself also lay on the weeds next to the orchid and slowly fell asleep.

……

Early the next morning, Song Jian woke up, he relaxed his muscles and bones, and walked out of the wooden shed, outside the wooden shed, the old grandson was chopping a piece of wood with an axe.

"Get up," the old grandson greeted Song Jian.

"Well, Grandpa Sun, what are you doing here?" Song Jian asked.

"Make a little trap, and if someone comes near our wooden shed, the wood will knock on the trunk, and we will know," said the old grandson.

Song Jian said "oh", stood beside the old grandson, and said, "Grandpa Sun, are you familiar with this piece?" ”

"I've been collecting medicine on this mountain for more than 50 years, do you say I'm familiar with it," a little smile squeezed out of the old grandson's wrinkled face.

"Grandpa Sun, I still need dozens of herbs, you tell me the general direction, I'll pick them, how about it?" Song Jian squatted down.

Old Sun Tou nodded, since Song Jian was an alchemist, it was normal for him to need medicinal materials.

Song Jian and Lao Sun Tou continued to discuss, this Daqingshan Mountain is quite big, and the medicinal materials on it are very rich, but even so, Song Jian said that there are more than fifty flavors of medicinal materials, and there are more than ten flavors that cannot be found in this place.

Song Jian racked his brains again, thinking of any alternative medicinal materials, and discussed with Lao Sun Tou until the middle of the day, before he gathered the medicinal materials for refining the Ice Mushroom Continuation Pulse Pill.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, if he could refine the Ice Zhi Renewal Pulse Pill, then Song Jian's dantian could return to normal, but before refining the Ice Zhi Renewal Muscle Pill, Song Jian needed to find some blood-invigorating medicine to completely heal his injuries.

Sun Bao also got up, he held a bamboo pole, and continued to practice messy kung fu.

Song Jian stepped forward, thought about it, and taught Sun Bao a few very practical sanda skills, these sanda skills are naturally useless for internal qi realm martial artists, but for ordinary people, knowing these skills, combat effectiveness can soar by a notch in an instant.

After discussing with the old grandson, Song Jian and the old grandson worked together to go out to find medicinal herbs, and they told Sun Bao and Orchid to be careful, and if they saw someone going up the mountain, they would immediately go into the woods and hide.

At this time, at the intersection of Qingshan Village, there was a sound of horses' hooves, the sound of horses' hooves fell, and four catchers with scimitars and wearing official mansions dismounted, led by a catcher who was very tall, with a full beard and a height of two meters, and a pair of military boots under his feet, creaking on the sand.

At the entrance of the village, a bent old man was already waiting, and when he saw the arrival of the four people, the old man greeted him with a smile.

"The four officials have worked hard all the way," this old man is the village lizheng, that is, the village chief, and sweat broke out on his neck as he spoke.

"Don't talk nonsense, go to the scene," said the man at the head, his voice was very rough and loud, this person was Wang San's cousin, Wang Yuan. Although Wang Yuan and Wang San didn't move around much, the relationship between the two was still very good, and he received the news of Wang San's death in Qingshan Village at night, and he rushed over with someone early this morning.

Soon several people arrived at the old grandson's house.

Entering the door, Wang San's body was still lying in the courtyard, with scissors stuck in his stomach.

In fact, after the incident, Song Jian did not panic, he just deliberately did not clean up Wang San's body, but Song Jian cleaned up Qian Mazi's body in the house, because he was afraid that these arresters would be able to infer from Qian Mazi's death that he had a secret weapon.

As for Wang San, he was stabbed to death by Song Jian with scissors anyway, even if he investigated, he could judge at most how much effort Song Jian had.

Wang Yuan first looked around the wooden house, and then came to Wang San's corpse, his face was gloomy, and the roots of his ears trembled slightly.

Squatting down, Wang Yuan pulled out the scissors, looked at the depth, and said in a low voice: "The wound is two fingers deep, between the intestines and liver, the murderer has little strength, but he is very skillful, accurate in his shot, and very calm, using the scissors to rotate, causing Wang San to die quickly." The scissors are ordinary scissors, Wang San holds a boning knife, indicating that he and the murderer are facing each other head-on, and there is no blood on the boning knife, indicating that the murderer is nimble. This is a murderer with little strength, but he is very nimble. ”

As he spoke, Wang Yuan stood up and looked at Li Zheng coldly, "Is there such a person in this family?" (To be continued.) )