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Chapter 220

There, part of the primeval forest of Qinglongling.

The forests are dense, and the mountains are high and densely forested.

The snow has never melted, and the mountains are the same.

Mojiashan Village has been abandoned.

These days, people are going to go.

No one wants to stay in the primeval forest, in the middle of nowhere, and in a difficult way to make a living.

Dean Mo Haiyang, in his previous life, was not bad for Song Sanxi.

Unfortunately, in 2006, he died in a car accident.

He loves to give Song Sanxi to them and tell them about his hometown.

Song Sanxi, I remember that in the back mountain of Mojiashan Village, a place called Broken Knife Cliff, the old dean said that there is a dragon and a dragon.

This herb is very effective in treating injured muscles and bones.

It's just that the Broken Knife Cliff is difficult to walk, and it is difficult to collect this medicine.

The mountain people attached to Mojia Mountain have a lot of medicines, and even fewer have picked dragons.

The old dean's father picked more than half a catty, and he fell to his death.

But just this half catty, selling the son at a good price, sent the old dean out of the village, went to college, and later moved to Zhonghai.

Song Sanxi parked the car on the dilapidated mountain road.

If you look at it from afar, you can see it.

Under the cover of ice and snow, the Broken Knife Cliff is on the back mountain of Mojia Mountain.

Sure enough, like a huge broken knife, the momentum is very good.

Into the mountains, all the way to the rush.

One foot deep, one foot shallow.

The shoes are wet.

The clothes were torn by mountain thorns.

The hands and face are inadvertently cut by thorns.

But, don't worry.

Man, what is this injury?

When I came to the bottom of the Broken Knife Cliff, I looked up and saw that it was really high.

Rising from the bottom of the mountain, independent, at least more than 300 meters high.

The strange rocks on the cliff are layered, and the steel is cast.

Just on the cliffside, in a small depression, in the rock crevice, a dragon broke off.

It's exactly as the dean's description.

The thick vine is like a dragon, one section is thick, one section is thin, and there are nine sections.

The green leaves are like goose paws, and the vines have whiskers, like dragon claws, clinging to the cliff wall.

It seems, isn't there a pound or so?

Song Sanxi is happy from the bottom of his heart.

The entire Broken Knife Cliff, in the clear eye, is just this one.

Rooted in the hollow of the rock, I don't know what it grew into this specification.

Maybe, relying on the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon?

It's just that it's too steep.

Ordinary people, looking at the straight cliff, will have cold soles and weak legs.

But in his previous life, he was also a master of freehand rock climbing.

In the cold weather, wearing only socks to increase friction, with bare hands, I saw the route clearly, and climbed up step by step.

Physical exertion, strong mountain winds, and very low temperatures.

The ascent was difficult, and I was sweating profusely all the way.

The whole person is attached to the rock wall, reaching the place where the dragon grows intermittently, and the body is almost perpendicular to the ground.

If it were you, you wouldn't dare to look back at all, don't dare to look at your feet.

If you are not careful, you will fall down and your bones will be broken.

Song Sanxi quickly pulled out the dragon continuation.

Roots were brought out of the crevices in the rock.

It's amazing how much soil grows around the roots.

The dragon interrupted, harvested into a ball, put it in a windbreaker bag, and went down.

It is even more difficult to go down against the wall