In early autumn, the sky is beginning to dawn, and the morning sun has not risen.

Under He Qingyin's eyes, Bian Yao left the inn, hurriedly ran out of the north city gate, and hurried towards the Hengshui Mountain Range alone.

Without the following and urging of the night corpse, it was the first time to go to such a far place alone, and Bian Yao felt extremely excited in his heart. Sometimes galloping, and sometimes slowing down to enjoy the surrounding scenery.

An hour later, Bian Yao finally came to the foot of the mountain again. With the impression and memory of the last time, Bian Yao groped his way up a mountain.

It's autumn, and some yellowish has been seen in the mountains, but as far as the eye can see, the mountains are still full of verdant green, overgrown with grass and trees, and there are also a lot of rugged and exotic stones.

Bian Yao kept moving and rummaging through the grass and rubble, hoping to find something good from it. In fact, he didn't know how to identify any spirit grass, and he just guessed based on his feelings. In Bian Yao's thoughts, all those grasses that he had never seen, or that looked strange, were all picked and brought back, and then let the shops that bought the spiritual grass choose them by themselves.

Half an hour passed. During this period, Bian Yao met several cultivators who, like himself, went to the mountains to look for spiritual grass and strange fruits. These people don't talk to others casually, and unless it's an acquaintance, they choose to turn a blind eye, even if it's face-to-face.

Bian Yao cautiously buried his head in search of the spirit grass, without looking at anyone, not even taking a second look. Most of the cultivators who came to the Hengshui Mountain Range to look for herbs were dreamwalkers with dexterity and extraordinary martial arts, and there were even dreamers. His own strength is not as good as others, and if he annoys others, he will only be beaten.

The Hengshui Mountains are running east-west, and Bian Yao chose to go west.

At noon, the sun is in the sky, and the autumn and summer are in full bloom.

Walk far away to the valley, a trickle of mountain stream, flowing through here, the clear stream brings a bit of refreshment to the valley. Bian Yao stepped forward and squatted down, took a few sips, felt a hint of sweetness, and washed his face a few times.

Until now, he hadn't even found a single herb that seemed to be valuable, and Bian Yao felt very frustrated, and he stared at the stream and was slightly stunned.

"Ah~!" Suddenly, a cry of pain rang out from the west side of the valley.

Bian Yao was suddenly startled, and quickly looked towards the west of the valley, only to see a man in Tsing Yi falling from the mountain and rolling towards the valley he was in. At the same time, a boulder landed behind the man in Tsing Yi, made a loud noise, and then disappeared. A black shadow suddenly appeared, flying towards the man in Tsing Yi who was rolling down.

When the man in Tsing Yi rolled to the bottom of the valley and was about to get up, he was kicked down, and the man in black sneered and said: "Hand it over, it's not worth losing your life for something outside your body." If the thing is gone, you can look for it again, but if your life is gone, there is nothing!"

"Damn! another fucking bastard stealing other people's stuff. Ten zhang away, he looked at the man in black from afar, and scolded secretly in his heart.

"You're a dreamer, but you're robbing me, a dreamwalker, of things, and you're not afraid of being known by others to make jokes?"

"Haha...... Don't say you're a dreamwalker, even if you're a sleepwalker, as long as you have what I want, you can grab it all! If you can improve your realm cultivation, what's the harm in making people laugh at it? Quickly hand over the spirit grass, and if you talk nonsense, I'll slaughter you and take it yourself!" The man in black didn't care at all about the man in green clothes, but instead opened his mouth to urge.

"People who don't have the ability, it's better to look down on this kind of excitement, maybe the man in black will beat himself up when he gets angry. A few years ago, when I was still a thief in the south of the city, I was beaten by others more than once because of the excitement. Now, the old ghost of the night corpse is not around, so it is better to be obedient to yourself. Thinking of this, Bian Yao suddenly stood up and bypassed the two of them from a distance, and continued to walk towards the mountains to the west.

Bian Yao didn't say a word, and walked far away, lest the man in black misunderstand him. Now that I am in the early stage, I may still be able to run away from the early dreamwalker, and there is no hope at all when I meet the dreamer.

Fortunately, the man in black didn't seem to take Bian Yao into his eyes at all, and let him leave casually.

Walking along the mountain range all the way to the west, I only ate one Zhenluo fruit in the morning, and the sun had set in the west at this time, and the sky was gradually getting darker, and Bian Yao's stomach began to gurgle again.

"It's really poor in the mountains! There are no wild fruits to satisfy hunger. Bian Yao complained, lowered his head and looked around beside a stone.

"Huh~?"

On the side of the stone recessed, out of the corner of his eye, Bian Yao caught a glimpse of a young alien grass, which had just grown two inches tall, and he had never seen such grass grow like this.

This strange little grass has three half-inch-long leaves. The most novel thing for Bian Yao is that these three leaves have different colors, namely white, green, and black. Bian Yao lay down and watched closely, a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and his brain suddenly felt a sense of comfort and refreshment, which made people intoxicated.

"It's weird!"

Bian Yao frowned suddenly, his nose was close to the green leaf and he took a few breaths, then moved to the black leaf and sniffed a few times, and finally approached the white leaf and sniffed. The leaves of three different colors actually exude three different flavors, this is definitely a rare spirit grass!

"Good thing!" Bian Yao's face suddenly showed ecstasy, and in a blink of an eye, he hid his smile again, and raised his body to look around carefully. There were no other Mengxiu figures, Bian Yao was secretly happy in his heart, and forcibly suppressed the smile on his face. At this time, the hunger in Bian Yao's stomach had completely disappeared, replaced by excitement and excitement!

"If you want to pick this thing, you must dig it up by the roots, and it looks like it has just appeared for a long time, and I don't know how big it will grow?"

He wanted to dig up this strange grass immediately, but he was a little worried that he would kill this spirit grass, all spirit grass is a very delicate thing. He was a little unsure about these things that he didn't know much about.

If the Night Corpse hadn't cultivated behind closed doors, he might have run back to the inn as fast as possible and pulled him over. If he waited until his cultivation was completed, then this spirit grass would have been discovered and picked by others. Bian Yao kept thinking about it, and saw that the sky was getting darker again.

"No matter! Take a gamble, dig it up, and quickly run back to the city to sell it. Thinking of this, Bian Yao squatted down again, took out a small stone with sharp obtuse angles from his pocket, and buried his head around the spirit grass and carefully dug it.

It didn't take long for Bian Yao to pick up this spirit grass and take a closer look, the roots of the three-leaf clover spirit grass were wrapped in soil, and Bian Yao was afraid that the different grass would die because of leaving the soil, so he simply dug up a whole piece of soil.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps was heard not far away. Bian Yao's expression changed, and he hurriedly hid the spirit grass behind him, and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

A white figure was walking towards him, and he should also be a dream cultivator who went into the mountains to hunt for treasures. Because of the sky, Bian Yao was not sure if the man saw what he was holding in his hand just now, and his heart was very nervous.

After Bian Yao hesitated slightly, he sat down on the stone again, he wanted to wait for the person to leave and walk away before leaving to return to the city, but the spirit grass was still tightly held in his hand.

The white figure quickly approached, and Bian Yao pretended to be resting, and looked at the person with his peripheral vision, a middle-aged man with a fierce face.

Bian Yao couldn't be sure about the man's cultivation, and guessed that he was a dreamwalker based on his feelings. He prayed in his heart that the man would pass by quickly, but the man stopped a distance of more than a foot from the side.

The man in white glanced at Bian Yao and found that it was just an ordinary young man, so he spoke.

"What did you just hold in your hand?" the man's voice was faint and cold!

"Nothing, a weed. Bian Yao replied calmly, his complexion changed, but because of the sky, he was not noticed by the man in white, but his voice was obviously a little unnatural.

"Show me the weed behind you. The man in white paused, let out a cold snort, and his voice became a little heavier.

"This is what I found, why do I want to show you?" Bian Yao's mind suddenly heated, and he replied dissatisfied. As he spoke, the hand hidden behind him quickly retracted, and he shoved the clover grass and the earth into his arms.

"Sanxiang Spiritual Grass, give it to me!" The man in white was about to get angry when he heard Bian Yao's answer, but a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face!

"Damn! Lao Tzu won't give it to you!" Bian Yao scolded angrily, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and his body jumped out diagonally, running desperately on the mountain ridge.

"Look for death!" the man in white spat out two words viciously, and as soon as his body moved, he chased after him.

The man's speed was obviously much faster than Bian Yao's, and it didn't take long for his figure to approach Bian Yao's back.

Feeling a strong wind behind him, Bian Yao suddenly changed direction and continued to escape.

In this way, Bian Yao kept changing the direction of escape, although the speed of the man in white was much faster than Bian Yao, but several attacks were avoided by Bian Yao with his agile body, and he did not take any substantial advantage in a short period of time.

The night finally darkened, and Bian Yao felt that his physical strength was dropping sharply.

At this time, the man in white behind him pounced on Bian Yao again and slapped him. This time Bian Yao couldn't dodge, although the damage caused by this palm was much weakened by the body running forward, but in the end he still received some damage.

Under the pain, and because he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly, Bian Yao began to run around with his senses.

"Not good!" Bian Yao's heart was suddenly shocked!

In the dark, he ran to a broken wall in a panic. In an emergency, he tried to stop the momentum of his body, but because of the gravel under his feet, the whole person slid straight to the edge.

Bian Yao stood in front of the cliff and stroked his arm a few times, and fell off the cliff with a plop.

The man in white was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked to the broken wall, poked his head down, and could only see a black patch. After cursing a few words, the man turned and left.

The silence of the mountains, the night is getting thicker and thicker.