Biting his lip, Qingluo was still firm, and trotted briskly to another big hill that was sparsely populated.

Walking all the way, slowly, the grass under your feet is longer and greener, and it looks like a green carpet, soft and lush.

Qingluo wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, and a drop of round sweat flashed a little crystal sweat in the sunlight, cutting through the slightly swaying grass, leaving a little fragment of light.

Qingluo's eyes shone brightly and movingly, and he looked ahead in surprise, his eyes widening.

The swaying mountain flowers in the green grass are colorful.

Qing Luoqiong's nose moved slightly, smelled the wisps of fragrance, and suddenly trotted over with a basket of surprise.

"Rouge needs red flowers, and other bright colors can be used as the main flower."

Qingluo squatted down and kept moving.

One after another, the bright delicate flowers were picked off by Qingluo's slender five fingers, gently and with a cold and fast flow, and soon filled half of the basket.

Qingluo moved his numb legs, slowly stood up, and patted his slightly dizzy head.

Qing Luoxiu frowned slightly, "The mountain flowers in this area are fresh and tender, but the red flowers are still extremely lacking, and the number is not enough."

It is best to have a red orchid, which is extremely important for rouge, red orchid also known as saffron, remember that it seems to be in full bloom between March and May.

What are the bright red flowers in mid-September, or what can be the main flower for rouge? ”

Qingluo walked forward slowly, without losing his vigilance, and tried his best to search for flowers in the surrounding plains, but unfortunately he still did not find the bright color he was expecting.

"The pomegranate flower, orange-red, also has beauty effects, but it blooms three times a year, and the last time is in October, which should already be in this time.

In addition, roselle, but roselle is used as an adjunct, and the most important thing is to use brightly colored safflower.

Now we can only see if there are pomegranate flowers in this mountain. ”

Walking on the mountain road, Qingluo's legs were sore, but he still didn't find the pomegranate flowers.

Just casually searched, and more than half an hour passed.

Qingluo took out a white handkerchief from his bosom and wiped it across his slightly pale cheeks.

"Look around here, if you still don't have it, you have to go back, at most tomorrow again, otherwise it's dangerous.

Fortunately, knowing that there are flowers in this area, you can come directly tomorrow morning. ”

The handkerchief was put back in his arms, Qingluo beat his sore thigh, and just then took a few drops of fingertip spiritual spring in the cover of the handkerchief, but he also had some strength.

"Hey, what's that?"

Qingluo's eyes lit up, he ran over, squatted down and looked at it again, and suddenly pouted in disappointment.

"It's just a reddish mountain flower, not a pomegranate flower that you are looking for."

Qingluo leaned on the grass, moved his ankles, lifted the basket, and got up with a disappointed face

Some were reluctant to slowly retreat backwards, but suddenly Qingluo's footsteps paused, peach blossom eyes narrowed, and a thin red layer of white little ears moved.

Qingluo looked vigilantly at the opposite side quite far away, the bushes that were almost half a person high, were slowly moving at this time, and there seemed to be something......

Qingluo held his heart, kept his composure, turned sideways, and carefully stepped back.

The bushes are shaking more and more!

In the next moment, Qingluo's face turned pale, and his beautiful face, which was originally steaming with some heat, began to break out in a cold sweat.

Peach Blossom's eyes widened in horror, and the next moment, Qingluo excitedly threw down the flowers that had been collected for more than half an hour with a large basket.

Turning around, he grabbed the hoe in one hand and rushed frantically down the mountain.

Holding his breath, Qingluo ran for more than a minute, and the bushes behind him were finally washed away by the huge boar!

The boar has two fangs, the ugly and hideous beast body is covered with blood marks, and the beast's eyes are hideous and blood-red, and it is constantly rushing wildly!

The surrounding grass was stared out of one big hole after another, and the surrounding flowers were trampled into mud.

The boar has no purpose, just a crazy collision.

But by mistake, he still ran along the road that Qingluo had run.

Listening to the violent movement behind, Qingluo bit his lip and frantically moved his legs.

The road was not smooth, Qingluo stumbled a few times, stepped on the dense grass, and the flowers were trampled under the feet.

Drops of sweat slid down the pale cheeks, the bright sun gradually moved westward, and the pale golden sunlight gently swayed.

Qingluo's beads of sweat slid through the air.

Stepped on again, Qingluo ran over the grass that was erected again, and beads of sweat slid down the grass, with a little shredded light.

Qingluo seemed to be a mountain fairy who was in a panic at this time, and the road she stepped on was a little bit of light sending her off, and it seemed to protect her from leaving.

Well, Qingluo is using his strength to eat milk at this time!

If he hadn't known that rolling and crawling on the ground was slower, Qingluo would definitely have to rush down the mountain with a roll!

The continuous consumption of physical strength, and the need not to take it step by step, Qingluo directly stuffed his index finger into his mouth and sipped a few drops of spiritual spring water vigorously.

"Roar!"

A terrible roar of pain sounded!

Qingluo's body shook violently, his lips were bitten and oozing blood, and the mountain scenery on both sides kept sliding backwards.

Running and running, one foot stumbled, the other foot stepped into the air, and suddenly the whole person fell.

After rolling a few times, he turned over violently, Qingluo leaned up with his hands on the ground, twisted his head and looked back.

Frightened, his pale expression was suddenly stunned, and he saw that in Qingluo's field of vision, the huge boar was hundreds of meters away from him at this time.

At this time, he got up and got up again, and quickly ran down the mountain, and there was still a glimmer of life.

But now the thin body trapped in the grass was constantly trembling, there was no strength at all, and the energy was completely overdrawn.

At this time, Qingluo looked forward with hope, the hideous, ugly and fierce boar with a fierce aura was not a rampant mountain!

Rather, it was dodging, and it was ramming back against a tall, but smaller man.

The long knife was unsheathed, and the red blade was slashing at the boar's constantly shaking head, marking a bloody mark.

A large handful of blood made a mark, flashed in the air, and brushed the red blade.

It makes the big knife look extremely sharp and fierce, revealing a gloomy, thick cold and weird!

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The boar roared in pain, its hooves fluttered, and it made deep marks on the ground, and the very pungent and strong smell of blood could pounce on Qingluo at a distance of hundreds of meters.

The boar raised its head, completely overwhelmed by the pain, and its skull and fangs slammed down on the man.

Gu Jingzhi twisted his body without hurry, and instantly moved away from the distance, allowing the boar to pounce in the air.

Immediately, Gu Jingzhi's powerful legs kicked, and he threw himself into the air, a big knife more than a meter long, turned around, and the sharp blade swung downward.

In an instant, the dark and ugly fur of the boar, which was extremely defensive, was scratched, and blood oozed out.

Before the warm water could drip into the ground, the blade continued to go downward, deep into the beast's back.

The boar resisted desperately, and its thick hind hooves kept flicking and kicking backwards.

Gu Jingzhi spun in the air out of thin air, his hand was propped up on the handle of the boar's big knife, his legs swung, and the whole person fell on the boar's body.

Looking at the extremely fierce mountain boar, it was the end of the strong crossbow at this time, but it was still struggling at the end of its life.

However, no matter how strong the impact fluctuation force is, the person on its back adjusts the frequency of the swaying body and still stands firmly on its back.

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