In particular, all kinds of medicines, all of which are innocuous in the eyes of modern people, may kill people in the Ming Dynasty.

Before Ling Xingyue crossed, Yu Yidao knew very little, but he also knew that smallpox and measles were all vaccinated, as long as the child was injected with a shot, he would no longer be afraid, but this smallpox was in the Ming Dynasty, it was a disaster, and there were too many things to die in a village and a town. And those traditional Chinese medicine doctors who shouted that the hanging pot would help the world, at this time, they became, cured the disease, could not save their lives, and even did not dare to enter the epidemic area, just let the people in these areas fend for themselves.

Looking at the group of quacks in front of him, thinking that there were so many Chinese medicine blows in his previous life, Ling Xingyue really felt that there was a modern saying that was quite right, that is, "Stupid 13 is a kind of genetic disease that never ends!" ”。

Looking at his two subordinate brothers, shocked by this endless space, shocked by the world made by this, and his psychology fluctuated strangely, Ling Xingyue was also a little anxious, he knew that this matter was very complicated, and people's psychology was even more complicated, and there was no problem on the surface, but once this kind of thought, this kind of consciousness, deep in a person's heart, took root, it would have an impact on the foundation of this person's consciousness, and it was likely to make this person's spirit have problems.

Knowing some things is worse than not knowing. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you, but it is a pity that it is the end that swallows you, not the abyss. After all, as a mortal, your strength, your will, is too small.

Ling Xingyue knew about this situation, but for a while, there was nothing to do, after all, this kind of vision problem, once it was opened, there was no way to go back to the past. This feeling of powerlessness and insignificance, as long as it is still in the Gulan Mu Pagoda, then he will not disappear with time. Endless space, sometimes, is no less lethal than a mind magic. Demons are born from the heart, and sometimes the demons in the heart are the most difficult calamities for a cultivator to overcome.

Ling Xingyue has always been a problem of not having a heart demon, as a traverser, he has seen too much, knows too much, and many things are not stimulating to him. As a civet family, they are lazy themselves, and they are not very interested in everything, as long as it is Lan Keman, then for Ling Xingyue, it is okay. When you are determined, when you are cultivating, it is indeed an advantage.

Looking at his two robed brothers, they were still looking at the grassland and the stars and moon in front of them in a daze. Ling Xingyue suddenly pointed forward, "What is that?" Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong, the two of them subconsciously erected their spears. The whole body is also ready for battle.

Before the two of them could see it clearly, Ling Xingyue had already struck down, jumping down from the tree, and in mid-air, the long knife had already been taken out of his hand, and as soon as the cold light flashed, he heard a miserable scream. A fat pig fell in the grass.

Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong, followed by Ling Xingyue, also jumped and attacked in two ways, but neither of them could see what it was, Ling Xingyue had already made a move, and when they heard a pig cry, the two of them were also a little crying and laughing, thinking that this prince could still have this mood at this time, which was also wonderful.

Ling Xingyue stepped closer, took back the long knife inserted in the pig, and then threw a small dagger to Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong, "Don't be stunned, hurry up, we have to eat some fresh meat" "My lord, are we here in time?" It won't delay things. ”

"Don't worry, there is a lot of time, I have seen my picture, and it will not be delayed."

"But the shamans of Warat are going to go away," "This is the eighth layer, there are still many layers, and only by solving your own problems can you solve the enemy, don't talk nonsense, hurry up." ”

Zhao Jinlong and Zhang Yishan each took a dagger and began to clean up the pig. Ling Xingyue began to dig the earthen stove on the ground with a spear, one large and one small, to ensure the air supply and firepower.

Ling Xingyue dug the stove almost on this side, and on the other side, Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong also neatly dismantled the whole pig into pieces of pork. The fresh meat looks a little crystal in the moonlight, but unfortunately there is no pot, so it can only be eaten directly by roasting over fire, and the trees in this dense forest are relatively damp, so it becomes very difficult to start a fire.

Ling Xingyue saw that the two had already packed up the pig, so she threw the spear to the two, pulled out the knife herself, found a tree that looked of the right thickness, held the knife in her backhand, and the spiritual power of the fire attribute covered the blade, and then slammed out of the sheath, with the help of the acceleration of the scabbard, a red light flashed, and a tree with the thickness of the bowl mouth fell.

Turning his head and returning the long knife to the sheath, he dragged the tree back to the earthen stove, and then turned around along the tree, the red knife light flashed continuously, and he saw this uncle, silently turned into firewood in a place, the shape was insincere, Zhao Jinlong looked a little dazed, Zhang Yishan said with him beside him.

"Mulong, what's wrong with being scared? Afraid that the adults will burn your wooden dragon as wood? "I mean, boss, have you seen it or what? The prince's knife technique is so fierce, why aren't you surprised at all?? ”

"I was surprised at first, but I saw more later, and I got used to it, the prince was on the grassland, and Warat did it directly, which time was not rushing in the forward, seven in and seven out, the prince's knife road, mainly fast, and the line is weird, there are many places where we think we can't make a knife, the prince can often cut a special knife, it is difficult to defend, the best way is to attack him, and exchange injuries for injuries."

As she was talking, Ling Xingyue called them one by one, "Hey, two martial idiots, don't study it, hurry up and come over and make a fire to barbecue." The two of them hurried to Ling Xingyue, "My lord, we didn't have a fire fold on us, Lord Situ may have it, but when we ran, we basically threw away the messy things, and now this fire is a thing." ”

Ling Xingyue smiled, picked up a large piece of firewood, and a fierce flame burst out between her hands, the light blue flame looked extremely hot, the firewood immediately burned at such a temperature, and the wet firewood didn't even get a little smoke out.

Everyone was stunned, and then admiration and joy appeared on everyone's faces, especially Zhang Yishan's proud face, and he pointed to Zhao Jinlong and introduced loudly and proudly:

"With our prince here, who still uses fire to fold, look, our first little fire man in the Ming Dynasty! No, no, no, it should be the first fire attribute prince of the Ming Dynasty! ”