Chapter 19 [Yangjia Town]

In the evening, the sunset on the hill has not faded, and the moon has hung on the willow tops.

The cold in the mountains swept out from the Dawu Mountain Range, which was crawling on the earth, bringing a chill to the bone.

Even though Shen Xiu's qi and blood were abundant and had reached the second realm, he encountered the chill from the mountains, and fine goosebumps still inadvertently popped out on the epidermis of his body.

Now he has come to the vicinity of the Dawu Mountain Range, fifty miles north of Taixi City.

This mountain range across Heyang County is more than thousands of miles long, and the medicinal materials are extremely rich, which feeds the groups of medicine pickers under the mountain.

What Shen Xiu did was to be a medicine picker for a while.

It was the last assignment he had ever taken.

He guessed that the employer who entrusted the task should be a rich woman, because the content of the task was to take a beautiful fruit on the mountain.

It is the main medicine that specializes in refining the Zhuyan Pill.

As for the location, the rich woman provided information on the location of the route to find the Liuyan fruit, the map is more detailed, and it seems that she also spent a lot of money to buy it.

A woman's search for her face is really sparing no effort.

After walking forward for a while, a little smoke rose from the cooking smoke, and the pieces of dilapidated huts disappeared into view, and a small town with herb pickers, hunters, firewood farmers, etc. as the main force, relying on Dawu Mountain, began to slowly unfold.

Shen Xiu had learned before that at the foot of the Dawu Mountain Range here, there was a place called Yangjia Town at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, it was already approaching evening, and it was obvious that he couldn't stay outside any longer, and the devil knew what would happen in such a wild place in this world where demons and evil things existed.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the town, Shen Xiu saw several air-dried heads hanging on the wooden shelves on both sides, swaying freely with the turbulent wind.

Seeing the comer, at this time, a young man in a shabby red robe at the entrance of the town had a bright eye, and walked over with steps that he didn't recognize his six relatives, and stopped in front of Shen Xiu.

His eyes glanced at Shen Xiu's body with a swagger, and said lazily, "Enter the town for a penny." ”

Shen Xiu took out a prepared piece of broken silver and handed it to the young man, and the red-robed young man showed a satisfied smile and waved his hand to let Shen Xiu in.

Before coming here, Shen Xiu had already inquired about the information in this town.

It is said that the ancestors of the local Yang family first settled here, and in the following time, they gathered the surrounding homeless people and retail households, and established such a small town here.

With the idea of being prepared for danger in times of peace and taking precautions, he sent people to guard day and night to protect the safety of the residents of Zhenshan, what kind of protection method it was, Shen Xiu was also unclear.

However, he was new to the city, and he didn't want to attract attention, so he naturally followed the rules of this place.

Entering the town, a potholed, dilapidated street fell into view, black and dirty water, and mosquitoes were rampant.

Hygiene is hard to say.

Stretching into the distance, flanked by equally dilapidated shop taverns.

This kind of dilapidated appearance is almost not comparable to the Guiyan Town that Shen Xiu has been to before.

Outsiders call it a town, but it is more suitable to say that it is a larger village.

Shen Xiu went in a nearby tavern with a wine flag.

I found that the tavern was very dilapidated, the environment inside was messy, many tables and long stools were cracked, and the dishes, chopsticks and wine glasses were also carved with wanton scars.

But even so, the dilapidated tavern was still filled with mostly men in shabby clothes.

Among them, there are those who carry medicine baskets to collect medicines, there are also those who chop wood with firewood knives, or those who hunt with bows on their backs, and there are all kinds of men who seek to live.

While drinking and eating meat with each other, the cups and bowls on the table were staggered, and at the same time, they boasted about the sky and Haitian, shouting that their opinions were not up and down.

The humidity in the Dawushan mountain is heavy, and the rainy season is even more cold and damp, and some men drink a pot of heat to warm up their bodies before entering or leaving the mountain, which is a common practice of the residents on the side of the mountain.

After all, even if it's okay, it's okay to drink a little wine for a while, brag about it, and beg for life.

In the midst of the ups and downs, in the midst of the drinking order, Shen Xiu walked to an empty table and put down the long knife behind his back.

In an instant, different expressions of gaze were projected from other tables.

Most of the people who can collect medicine and make a living in this vicinity are familiar faces, and a foreign face appears here, like a black pig thrown into a white pig herd, and they will soon find out.

After all, there are only so many people in this town, and they are very familiar with each other every day.

Suddenly, Shen Xiu's bare corner of the Hundred Forging Knife on the table plate flashed with a strange look in his eyes, and his greed was overflowing.

For those of them who lick blood from the knife edge and go up the mountain to worship God, the risk is always there, and sometimes it is extremely normal to find some fat sheep to fight the autumn wind.

Shen Xiu was not afraid of those gazes, and even after seeing those gazes, he exposed the entire blade of the knife and let them see what kind of knife it was.

Some smart people recognized the value of this knife, and then looked at Shen Xiu's self-confidence and unusual posture.

Naturally, I will think of this person's confidence, and I will naturally weigh whether my strength is enough and whether I can swallow it.

In the tavern, sure enough, there was a little less of a discrepancy in his gaze, some calmed down, and some were still staring at Shen Xiu's young face.

His eyes were thinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ignoring those different expressions, Shen Xiu ordered a large plate of beef and a pot of wine and ate slowly, and his body gradually warmed up after eating and drinking.

All that's left is to go out and stay in the hotel.

Not far after he walked out of the tavern, he immediately found two small thieves following closely behind, and their whereabouts and postures were barely concealed, looking very blatant.

Passing by a wall, Shen Xiu punched.

With a bang, the solid wall was like papier-mâché, and a large hole was broken in an instant.

Such a power made the two thieves behind him look at each other, think about the strength of their bodies, and leave decisively.

Finding a not very good place to stay, Shen Xiu made do with the hundred forging knife for one night, inquired about the direction, and then left the town and walked in the direction of the Dawu Mountain Range.

There are thousands of peaks in the Dawu Mountains, some large and some small, some famous and some unknown.

Shen Xiu went to the Red Blood Peak at the end of the mountain range this time.

The Red Blood Peak is about six or seven hundred meters high, in the middle of the Dawu Mountain Range, it is not worth mentioning in front of those main peaks that are more than a thousand feet high, and it can only be regarded as a small dirt slope.

It is only because the mountain is quite distinctive, and because the mountain is mostly red stones, and the rain is like blood.

Shen Xiu set off, and when a large area of red came into view, he came to the Red Blood Peak at the target location of the mission.

He recalled the map route he had seen in his head, identified a direction from it, and headed deep into the jungle.

The location of the Lingering Fruit was, according to the map he had observed earlier, in the stone forest at the end of the jungle.