Red Maple Academy has a holiday every 5th and 10th holidays, that is, one day off in five days and six days off in a month.

On the fifth day of August, today's weather is a little cloudy, and the air seems to be very hot, it is estimated that it is going to rain.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, at the west gate on the edge of the field north of Red Maple City, Wen Ming was standing at the door and thanking the sentry who saved him at that time, and it was the turn of the sentry to be on duty at this time. Although the family had already thanked and given a thank you gift, Wen Ming still had to thank him in person.

From the perspective of social morality, if others save their lives, if they do not personally thank them, it will be too uncultivated and polite; from the perspective of interests, if they do not thank them, what if they encounter danger again and again?

Wen Ming hugged and bowed down and said loudly: "Brother Song, thanks to you last time, I was able to save a life, if there is anything that needs help from me or the Wen family in the future, just ask." "The sentinel's name is Song Yi, and the Wen family naturally has already inquired and told Wen Ming clearly.

Song Yi didn't come down at the sentry board, he was about to come down, but Wen Ming stopped him, it was very troublesome to go up and down the sentry tower, Wen Ming came to thank him and not to cause trouble to others. Song Yi also said loudly downward: "Young Master Wen is polite, this kind of thing is what I should have done, and I can't stand your repeated thanks." ”

It is indeed one of the responsibilities of the sentry to be vigilant around the watchtower, and it is indeed one of the responsibilities of the sentry to treat someone in danger, but this kind of thing is difficult to distinguish, whether you hear it or not, whether you see it or not, how to save it, etc.

Besides, even if Wen Ming fell in front of the sentry tower at that time, it was clearly the duty of the sentry to treat him, it didn't mean that Wen Ming could take it for granted and didn't need to thank him.

Wen Ming said: "Brother Song just call me Wen Ming directly, even if this is your duty, Brother Song, you are a virtue if you are dutiful, you should be praised and thanked!"

Song Yi laughed, and said, "It should be, it should be, is Young Master Ming going out again?" You still dare to go out after being so seriously injured last time?" Their relationship has not yet reached that close, Wen Ming is polite, he can't climb up the pole and call Wen Ming's name directly, but changing his name to Young Master Ming still seems closer.

Wen Ming said: "The path of a warrior is full of thorns, if you are injured once, you don't dare to go out again, then it is better not to cultivate." ”

Song Yi gave a thumbs up, if ordinary people want to fight for their wives and families, they have to continue to walk on this road, no matter how dangerous it is, but Wen Ming is different, his grandfather is an archon, he has eaten and drunk all his life, and it is commendable that he can have the courage to take risks again after being seriously injured, so Song Yi admires him very much:

"That being the case, then I wish Young Master Ming to become an official soldier as soon as possible and contribute to the protection of Red Maple City. ”

Wen Ming said: "Thank you, Brother Song, then I'll go out." ”

Song Yi and the sentries on the other side of the West Gate all looked at Wen Ming's back with admiration, every time there was one more warrior, the more security and prosperity there would be in Red Maple City, and their wives and children would live a better life.

Wen Ming was dressed in an earthy yellow combat uniform and was holding a sword in his hand, which was also the reason why Song Yi concluded that Wen Ming was going out just now. The sword in Wen Ming's hand is a high-grade mortal weapon given to him by Wen Ruoxu after knowing that Wen Ming practiced swords, and it is worth a lot:

Clear Frost Sword: A high-grade mortal weapon

Weighing 9 catties and 9 taels, the sword body is 3 feet 3 inches long, and the sword body is forged with a small amount of cold iron

The tip of the sword is sharp: 95

Sharp Blade: 86

Sword Texture: 52

Identified by the Red Maple Laboratory

This sword Wen Ruoxu said that he was obtained after killing an enemy when he was young and adventurous, and the original owner naturally would not always carry the nameplate on his body, Wen Ruoxu re-equipped a nameplate under the identification of the red maple laboratory, and the nameplate Wen Ming stayed at home after reading it, and the role of the nameplate was only to make him more familiar with the various data of the sword in his hand, and it was useless after reading it.

The Qingshuang Sword is cold and shining, extremely sharp, the hilt is integrated with the sword body, and there are some cyan strange silk threads wrapped around it, which is moderately soft and hard to hold, and it is very comfortable.

Wen Ming was walking along the path, and he decided to take a look across the path from the place where he had last collected the blue grass.

A gust of wind is blowing, revealing a hint of coolness, if it doesn't rain, this weather collection is a very comfortable thing, but it won't be long before it rains, Wen Ming doesn't care too much, with his current physique, no matter how much rain he is, it is impossible to get sick, but it is not very comfortable to collect in the rain.

It didn't take long to get to the place last time, the last time it was collected on the left side of the path, and this time the inscription went directly into the weeds on the right.

Maybe there are indeed a lot of blue grass in this land, just after looking for a few minutes, he found a small bush, took out the bag and packed the small medicine hoe, Wen Ming was slightly excited to squat down to excavate, suddenly there was a dull rumbling sound in the sky, and then he felt a cold on his face.

Wen Ming looked up at the sky, only to see a little white raindrop the size of a soybean falling towards him, the rain was brushing from the Sunset Mountain Range to the Red Maple City one by one, and the next moment countless rains crackled on him, Wen Ming began to collect Biguang grass with a bitter face, and it was a bath.

Wen Ming, who was drenched in the rain, began to envy his grandfather who didn't know where to hide, and his grandfather's cultivation was enough to release the battle qi to form a gas cover, although it could not defend against the enemy's attack, but it was extremely easy to use to prevent rain and dust.

After collecting all the Biguang grass and counting it, there were 26 plants, which finally gave him a great comfort, what are you afraid of when it rains, give yourself thousands of Biguang grass, and stand and let the hail smash it.

Wen Mingcai stood up and was about to continue to search for other places, and was dumbfounded when he saw it, the rain in the sky was far away, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and the scenery near was also a little blurry, this blue light grass was not easy to distinguish, and it was blurred unless it was close in front of him, so what should I do?

Standing stupidly for a few minutes and not being able to think of a good way, I had no choice but to search slowly step by step, I can't just go back, no matter how difficult it is, I have to find it, and maybe this rain is a shower, and it will stop after a while.

An hour later, there were still 26 green grass plants in the Wenming bag, and the rain did not stop.

Two hours later, the number of plants in the bag had increased to 38, but the rain continued.

Three hours later, there were 55 plants of Biguang grass, and the rain kept falling.

Four hours later, Wen Ming found a large inclined stone, hurriedly walked over and stood at the bottom, barely able to accommodate a person, turned sideways and took out a cowhide bag from his arms, opened it, and inside was some jerky made of bladed pork, although it was not as delicious as the braised pork on the third floor of the academy cafeteria, but it tasted good after being carefully prepared by the chef at home.

Ten minutes later, Wen Ming finished a simple lunch, put the remaining bit of dried meat back into his arms, a little depressed and dazed looking at the white expanse in front of him, picked 55 green grass in the morning, and looked at the cheerful rain in the afternoon, it is likely that it will not stop, then there are more than 100 plants a day, which is ten times worse than his expectations, is it really necessary to continue collecting at night?

At this moment, Wen Ming suddenly noticed a black shadow flickering not far away.