The old man turned back to Gu Jianping and said, "I have already helped him prepare an antidote, you can rest assured." ”

Gu Jianping shook his head: "I have seen the toxins you listed, the seven toxins, seem to have nothing to do with each other, but under certain conditions, they can be fused into one." When the colorful degree is melted into white poison, the strong toxicity cannot be solved by relying on a few flavors of medicinal materials. ”

The old man nodded: "Okay, you are a master, we have to listen to you for this kind of thing." ”

Hearing what the old man said, Gu Jianping became shy again: "What kind of master am I, with my current medical skills, I am embarrassed to say that I am the descendant of the Nanhai medical lineage." ”

The old man smiled at him: "Modest." ”

As soon as he mentioned the inheritance, Gu Jianping was a little embarrassed, and in order to relieve his shame, I quickly interjected: "Senior, let's hurry up and get on the road, the road is far away, and I don't know how long it will take." ”

The old man did not ramble any longer, and immediately led me out of the hut and into the mountains along a path covered with weeds.

When I was quite a distance away from the wooden house, I suddenly said to me, "Don't have a psychological burden. ”

I was stunned, what do you mean by that?

I heard Lao De continue: "I heard your master say that you have been kind-hearted since you were a child, and your heart is relatively soft-hearted, and sometimes even if you encounter evil spirits, you can't be ruthless. ”

Who said that I can't be ruthless when I encounter evil spirits, and I have never left my hands when I encounter evil spirits.

"The toad god is really pitiful, it has never done anything harmful to heaven and reason before it was possessed by the evil god, but even so, the town still needs to be towned. Do you know why I haven't killed it all the time, on the one hand, because this toad god is indeed of high research value, and on the other hand, I also want to observe it for a few more years to see if I can find a way to save it. After so many years, I have not been able to find a way to save it, but the evil god has been eroding its mind, and if it doesn't do it again, what little consciousness it has left will be swallowed up by the evil god. ”

I opened my mouth and asked, "Is that toad god really hopeless?" ”

The old man stopped and sighed helplessly: "The only way to save it is to kill it and let its primordial spirit be liberated." At such times, killing is compassion. So, don't be burdened. ”

I also sighed, looked at the drizzle falling from the canopy, and nodded sullenly.

"Come on my back, and I'll carry you the rest of the way."

The old voice sounded again, and I followed the voice, and was immediately stunned by his new appearance.

At this time, he was so old that he turned into a little donkey with a soft and shiny mane.

Looking at the way he spoke to me with two rows of big teeth, I didn't know if I should be surprised or laugh now.

After saying this, he raised his head sharply, shook off the mane covering his face, and looked at the waxed "hair" fluttering in the air, and I felt an indescribable diaphragm in my heart.

"Come on!"

He urged again, and I endured the discomfort in my heart and stepped on the back of the donkey.

Then the old man spread his hooves and ran wildly through the woods.

When he ran, it was called a galloping, mane hunting, and gently flapped my sleeve with a soft sound, which gave me the illusion that it was a fine horse riding under me at this moment.

But as soon as I think of the fleshy donkey's body, the four little donkey hooves with gray miscellaneous hair, and the row of shiny white teeth, I can't help but be happy.

Anyway, why do you have to be such a thing, in order to adjust the atmosphere?

After an hour of galloping, he was tired of old age, and he searched for a while in the woods, found a thick dry grass, and then began to lower his neck to graze.

That's right, eat grass!

I never thought that the form of aging would change so much, and even the taste would change.

At that time, I couldn't help but ask Lao De: "Can this thing be digested if you eat it?" ”

The old man was chewing on the grass roots and said to me, "No problem. ”

"There should be a lot of beasts in this forest, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You said those beasts, will they carve out a territory here and leave some flavor or something?"

How do the beasts draw the territory, isn't it just to get to the roots of the tree, support the front legs, lift the hind legs, put some water or something, maybe you have to be like a big toilet around, after all, there is no public toilet in the forest, even if there is, with the intelligence of the beast, it is impossible to line up to go to the toilet.

When I said this, the old donkey's face was black at that time, and he couldn't eat any more when he looked at the grass on the ground, so he looked for a place to lie down with a resentful face, saying that he had to wait until the grass he had just eaten was digested before he could change back to human form and eat normally.

I tossed back and forth for more than two hours, until I was old enough to fill myself, and then I turned into a little donkey with gray feet again, and took me to run wild in the woods.

The two of us had traveled for a day and a night, and at last we came to the swamp deep in the woods, and we were so old that we had turned back into human form, and planned to rest on the outskirts of the swamp for the night, and then start again the next day.

Before coming to the Snake Valley, I thought that this place was full of poisonous snakes, but after walking such a long way, I didn't see a snake, and I was a little curious.

In order to provide the Toad God with the power to resist the evil god, these poisonous snakes all sacrificed their lives to take righteousness, fused with the Toad God, and used their own poison to provide blessings for the Toad God.

Snakes themselves are spiritual creatures, and they know that once the toad god can no longer suppress the evil god in his body, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees within a radius of hundreds of miles will be poisoned.

In this world, even poisonous snakes know how to protect their homes, but we, who are called the spirits of all things, often only know how to ask for it, and we have lost the water and soil that gave birth to us, but we never know how to love.

He also told me that most of the people who often deal with evil spirits like him and my master have become environmentalists, because they know better than anyone what kind of disasters will be brought to mankind if the environment is destroyed.

However, at that time, I was not able to connect the suppression of evil gods with environmental protection, and at that time, in my opinion, the two things were completely unrelated.

At noon the next day, when the sun rose in the middle of the firmament, and the old man said that the hour had come, and that he could not delay any longer, he packed up his things and led me into the swamp.