Fang Ling smiled lightly: "The medicinal effect of this five-leaf clover is very strong, Brother Xiao, you have also heard your father say that you will feel drunk just by smelling it, if you don't take the correct way of picking, you will probably fall down the cliff." ”

As soon as Xiao Jin heard this, he had no choice but to ask Fang Ling to collect the medicine and tell him to be more careful.

The rope was tied around his waist, Fang Ling held the rope, stepped on the cliff, and fell vertically, while descending, while observing the cliff.

I don't know how many thoughts exist in this cliff in the world, the stones are covered with moss, there are many small caves, all kinds of unknown vines are coiled together, like green snakes, and below is a thousand-foot abyss, if you don't have some guts, I'm afraid your feet will be scared.

Fang Ling descended before thirty zhang, he heard a string of squeaks, and then saw a gopher drilled out of a small hole, just the bamboo tube rope was blocked outside the small hole, the gopher screamed angrily a few times, and then began to gnaw on the bamboo tube.

At this time, there was another sound of objects crawling in his ears, and Fang Ling turned his head to look, only to see a colorful little snake appearing on a vine not far away, spitting out letters towards him.

The little snake is only the thickness of a finger, but the head is pointed and triangular, and a clear-eyed person can see at a glance that this guy is not only poisonous, but also highly poisonous.

Fang Ling didn't want these two little things to spoil the big thing, so he took out two fingers, and pointed at the vine, and a sharp arrow sprayed away, immediately splitting the vine in two, cutting off the path of the little snake, and then pointing at the side of the small hole, so frightened that the mountain rat turned his head and ran, and suddenly disappeared.

The sun only showed half of its head on the mountainside, and the red afterglow shone through, adding a layer of sunset red to the cliff, and a faint mist rose from below, as if a pair of invisible hands were about to wrap Fang Ling.

Fang Ling held the rope tightly and slowly descended, and when he reached a height of about 100 zhang, he suddenly saw a few small flowers with three colors.

Not far from the flower, there was a small green grass with five leaves, and around the grass was a thick vine with sharp barbs, each of which was black and shiny, like a poisonous needle.

Fang Ling took out the dagger, carefully cut off the thorns on the vine, and then reached out to pluck the five-leaf clover, and accidentally stung his hand by the black thorn on the side.

Suddenly, a cold stinging sensation suddenly rushed into the meridians, and the palm of his hand was suddenly paralyzed, but this toxin was quickly melted by the sun's fire, but if the person who came down was really Xiao Jin, I'm afraid things wouldn't be so simple.

Then, Fang Ling picked a few more three-color flowers, and then shook the bamboo tube on the rope vigorously.

The bamboo tube made a crisp sound, Xiao Jin immediately understood, pulled the rope hard, and quickly pulled Fang Ling up.

Seeing Fang Ling's happy face, the two knew that they must be picking medicine, and after Xiao Jin had just untied the rope and put it away, Fang Ling suddenly made a silent gesture, signaling the two to hide in the grass behind the big tree.

Song Ying'er and Xiao Jin didn't know what was going on, but seeing Fang Ling's cautious expression, they didn't make a sound, and followed his gaze towards the outside of the jungle.