The road to Xiangcheng is not as smooth as the surroundings of the Windy City Flower Capital. There are more and more rugged and winding mountain roads in the www.biquge.info of Pen & Fun & Pavilion, and after Han Feng took Wanrou from Fangyu Village to the southwest for more than ten days, he found that he was already in the mountains, and he was bumpy everywhere.

This mountain road is completely different from the mountain road in Luzhou: one is stepped on by people, and the other is stepped on by horses, and the former is bound to be more steep than the latter. The forest is the largest forest in the country, and the trees are lush and uninterrupted. Legend has it that the forest is inhabited by countless mountain spirits and water monsters, and they are silently protecting the people of Ah Jin and Dai Qing. The forests are vast, but they are not flat, and the mountain roads here are criss-crossed and ravines, and even the trees are undulating.

Because of the staggered heights, there are many kinds of trees and flowers, and there are far more beasts and creatures than in other places. And because of the rain and heat in the south, poisonous insects are rampant, and they don't stop all year round, and this is what makes Han Feng a headache.

In the summer, there are mosquitoes and flies as big as arrows, and these mosquitoes and flies are generally only concentrated in the water and grass on the banks of the Seli River, and they do not easily fly to people's residences; Therefore, when he followed a caravan into the forest and marched towards the Elephant City, the experience along the way made him jaw-dropping and even creepy.

The elephant city is on the edge of the forest, which is said to be the edge, but it takes two days to reach it. It is said that it is a holy blessed land, and the so-called "holy blessing" is nothing more than because the water under the city can be drunk directly, and there are not too many wild beasts that can kill people in the mountains and forests around the city.

When he first heard Bai Tong talk about such a "holy blessed place", Han Feng scoffed, and secretly deduced that the Wind City Flower Capital would not become the Immortal Cave Mansion. Bai Tong didn't answer him at the time, but as soon as he stepped into the mountains and forests at this moment, he immediately understood the meaning of "Holy Blessed Land".

If Fangyu Village is said to be a poor mountain and bad water, then the forest of cangwu has mountains and water, but it is no less than "sword mountain and sea of fire". Walking here, there are crises everywhere. Jiu Zhuo was born in the mountains and forests, and he was the king of horses, Han Feng thought that nothing could disturb it except for the white-haired spotted tiger, but he didn't expect to follow the caravan to a stream, but Jiu Zhuo said that he didn't dare to step his legs into the stream.

The caravan was carrying rice into the Elephant City, and they had to make four or five trips a year on such an errand, and this brook, which looked nothing unusual, was their way after all.

Wanrou was frightened by the trembling Jiuzhuo and panicked, Han Feng rode with her, and seeing that she was scared, he tightened the arm that was originally around her, and let her lean on her arms to feel more at ease, before turning over and dismounting, watching the actions of the rest of the caravan and groaning.

He "coincidentally" met the caravan when he was recuperating in Fangyu Village, and then "inadvertently" told the leader of the caravan that he also planned to go to Xiangcheng, but he was afraid of getting lost for the first time, so he accompanied them. He showed a hand or two in front of these people, and because one of the guests surnamed Hu who he helped to identify the weapons also knew the leader, he managed to stay in the team with Wanrou.

However, the caravan has the rules of the caravan, especially since he obviously has the outstanding appearance of a Yiren man, but he takes a woman from the country as a concubine, which is quite interesting for these merchants, so the caravan people are lukewarm to him along the way, except for calling him when he is eating or camping, and he is not even bothered to say a few words at other times.

Therefore, when Han Feng saw those people going to break the grass under the small tree by the stream, he felt confused, and he didn't know what they were doing. But since they did this, he was happy to follow behind, and when he pulled out a dozen long grasses, he smelled the smell of grass juice, which was comparable to stinky fish and rotten shrimp that had been put for ten days on a hot day.

Only then did Bai Tong burst out laughing: "We Yi people call this grass 'Dead Lake Grass', you apply this grass juice to Jiuzhuo's hooves and legs, and then try to cross the stream." ”

Han Feng couldn't help laughing, "It's indeed a 'dead lake'. If this grass is thrown into the water, even the fish will not be able to stand it. ”

Bai Tong smiled: "Yes." Otherwise, you, the king of horses, will be killed by something in the stream. ”

"What's in the stream?" Han Feng couldn't help but look sideways at the stream. The creek is crystal clear, and there is a thick layer of pebbles underneath the stream, so you can't see anything unusual.

"Try throwing something in. Bai Tong said.

Han Feng casually picked up a stone and threw it into the stream, but as soon as the stone made ripples, the entire stream changed. The clear water of the stream instantly became filthy, and there seemed to be countless black hairs stirring the sludge in the water, and the stone was also submerged in the black hair at once, as if it was pulled by one of the "roots", and it was swallowed to the bottom of the dark stream at once.

"Hmph...... Since it's the first time I've come, don't make trouble!" Han Feng was surprised by the change in the stream, and he didn't want to be pushed on the shoulder, if it weren't for his solid kung fu, he would have been pushed into the stream this time.

Even with Bai Tong with him, he didn't have the confidence to escape the "monster" in the stream. Han Feng took a step to the side quietly, calmly looking at the person pushing him—it was the number two person in the caravan, a strong man, but it was obvious that his mind was not as generous as his size. Han Feng didn't know what this strong man was called, he only heard others keep calling him "Brother Kun".

So, Han Feng also respectfully shouted "Brother Kun", but saw that the strong man ignored him, just leaned over and grabbed a handful of Dead Lake Grass from his side, and grabbed it with only one left hand, and a series of green juice flowed down from his hand.

And the grass worked very well, and as soon as it fell into the stream, the black "hair" receded at once, and then the clear water reappeared, and everything was the same as before, no different. However, this time, Han Feng could see clearly that those were not hair, but one "bug" after another.

He had occasionally seen that bug in the Seli River, and he had also encountered it in the mud on the banks of the Qingjiang River, but it was not as shocking as the one in the nameless stream, and he was so frightened that he even wanted to turn around and run away. That's a locust, a vampire in the water.

If it's just one, no one will be afraid. But so much - no wonder even Jiuzhuo shuddered.

After crossing the creek peacefully, Han Feng couldn't help but glance back at the bottom of the stream that was as calm as usual. The future is in a green full of crises, although he is under the same blue sky, but what he will face in the future is obviously different from what he faced in Jiangnan, Lidu, and Mobei before.

Southern Xinjiang, he finally came.

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