"My name is Ye Qing, and I'm going to Anyang to study!"

Ye Qing avoided the light and said seriously.

"Study tour, are you a scholar?" Yang Guan was taken aback, and then suddenly said to himself: "Also, you hold books all day long, and you don't stop reading, and you are a nerd at first glance." ”

"However, you are a powerless scholar, and you dare to go out on a study tour alone without anyone to accompany you, right?"

"Who said that scholars are powerless?" Ye Qing smiled: "Besides, I'm not alone, isn't there a frog brother to accompany me?"

"Quack"

In the darkness, a frog croaked sound, and the kung fu frog suddenly rushed out, volleyed a difficult somersault, and landed on a stone.

Yang Guan was startled, and then he saw that the strange frog in front of him was the strange frog that was squatting on the head of the donkey before.

It's just that Yang Guan didn't feel anything when he was far away before, but now he felt a burst of palpitations and fear, the little frog, like a terrifying monster in front of him, overwhelmed him, and he couldn't even give birth to a trace of courage to resist.

"Tiny ...... Brother, this ......" Yang Guan's whole body stiffened, his voice trembled, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Don't be afraid, his name is Kung Fu Frog, he won't hurt anyone!" Ye Qing patted Yang Guan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

The hearty laughter gradually soothed Yang Guan's fearful mood, but he was still a little nervous, and swallowed his saliva: "He really ...... Doesn't it really hurt?"

"Of course not, don't you think I'm good? Aren't you still alive?" Ye Qing smiled, then looked at Kung Fu Frog and said, "Brother Frog, Brother Yang just sent us a bowl of broth, and you don't want to be rude, do you have to express it?"

Kung Fu Frog thought about it, patted his belly, and a pot of wine appeared in his hand and handed it to Yang Guan.

Yang Guan subconsciously took a step back, didn't dare to take it, but looked at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing said with a smile: "Brother Yang, don't be nervous, this pot of wine is a return gift from Brother Frog, this is Brother Frog's favorite thing, don't you refuse?"

"Really?" Yang Guan took it tremblingly, and when he saw that it was really fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Brother Frog!"

"Quack!" Kung Fu Frog screamed, walked to the broth, picked up the bowl, took a sip, and then his eyes lit up, and he croaked at Yang Guan a few times, as if to say that it was delicious, and then drank it in a big gulp.

"Haha......" Seeing that Kung Fu Frog liked his broth very much, Yang Guan suddenly relaxed, and couldn't help but feel a touch of pride in his heart, and said to Ye Qing: "Since that's the case, then I'll go back first." ”

"Okay, Brother Yang go slowly!" Ye Qing arched his hand, Yang Guan just walked a few steps, and seemed to remember something: "Little brother, when you sleep at night, it is safer to stay closer to our camp." ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Kung Fu Frog, with such a terrifying monster around him, what danger was he afraid of? No wonder the other party dared to go out to study alone?

"He's a good person!" Ye Qing smiled slightly, although Yang Guan was a little arrogant, but he was a straight temper, simple-minded, and not bad-hearted, he thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Yang, I know!"

"Hehe...... Yang Guan touched his head, smiled innocently, waved his hand, and walked towards the camp.

"Yang Guan, is something wrong, why are you only coming back now?" Returning to the camp, Yan Feng stepped forward and asked.

Yang Guan scooped up a bowl of soup and took a sip: "It's okay, it's just chatting with Little Brother Ye Qing for a while!"

"Ye Qing?" the name of the young man, Yan Feng said with interest: "Then have you inquired clearly, what is that young man doing, and where are you going?"

Yang Guan said: "Ye Qing is a scholar and is going to Anyang County for a study tour. ”

Yan Feng was surprised: "Scholar, you dare to go out to study alone, it's too bold, right?"

"Hehe......" Seeing that Yan Feng's reaction was exactly the same as his just now, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of Yang Guan's mouth: "What, who said that scholars can't go out to study alone? besides, who said that Little Brother Ye is alone?"

With that, he turned and left.

Yan Feng: "......"

Sure enough, if you don't fight for a day, your skin will itch, and you dare to tease him!

......

In the middle of the night, everything was silent.

Yang Guan and the four guards who were keeping vigil sat around the fire, chatting and looking around vigilantly.

But no one noticed that a vague scent wafted through the night and permeated the camp!

Suddenly, Yang Guan stood up and walked towards the outside of the camp.

The other four, as if they hadn't noticed their departing companion at all, chatted to themselves, and said a few words to the empty spot from time to time, as if there were still people there, strange and inexplicable.

After Yang Guan left the camp, he walked straight towards the grove on the side, waving his hand as he went, as if there was another person calling him in the woods.

But the strange thing is that the grove is empty, there is only a faint mist, and in the mist, a strange bird squatting on a high branch.

The strange bird is the size of a crow, with black feathers and a pair of turquoise eyes, which shimmer in the night sky.

It's just strange that this strange bird has a long tail behind it, like a rat's tail, and bursts of fragrance emanate from the tail.

At this time, the strange bird looked at Yang Guan who was approaching step by step, a trace of humanized joy and cruelty flashed in his green eyes, and the tail under his body shook gently, and the fragrance became more and more intense.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing here?"

Just as Yang Guan was about to walk under the tree, a palm suddenly landed on his shoulder and stopped him.

Yang Guan only felt a gentle breath pouring into his body, and his somewhat confused head instantly cleared up a lot, and when he turned his head to look, he just saw Ye Qing's warm and warm smile.

"Little brother, it's you, scare me!" Yang Guan smiled, and then explained: "My friend just called me, hey, what about people?"

Yang Guan looked at the empty woods suspiciously, he had just seen his friend standing here, why did he suddenly disappear?

"Friend?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and smiled, pointing to the tree: "You're talking about it!"

Yang Guan looked up and saw a strange bird, staring directly at him with deep green eyes, which made him shudder and chill in his heart.

"What is this?"

"Rosemary, blood-level weird, shaped like a crow, has a rat tail behind it, and the rat tail can exude a fragrance like rosemary, but this fragrance, with a strong psychedelic effect, will make people hallucinate, use illusions, and lure others to come. ”

"When people come to it, the rosemary will emit a strong fragrance that will gradually numb the nerves of others. Afterwards, the rosemary will land on each other's heads, pecking open the skull, pecking at the brains and other things. In this process, the paralyzed person does not feel any pain and remains alive until the brain is pecked out, and then he dies. ”

"So, the friends you just saw are all illusions!"

"Ah......" After hearing this, Yang Guan's eyes widened, he touched his head, and a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his back, if it weren't for Ye Qing, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"How about it, Brother Yang, do you still want to find a friend?" Ye Qing quipped.

"Hehe, little brother, don't make fun of me!" Yang Guan smiled embarrassedly, then became angry and drew his knife to slash at the rosemary in the tree.

But as soon as he moved, he was stopped by Ye Qing: "Brother Yang, you don't need to do it!"

As soon as the words fell, the rosemary suddenly fell from the tree, its neck was twisted, and on the branch, the figure of the kung fu frog slowly appeared.

"Brother Frog!" Yang Guan put away his knife, how could he forget this great god.

"Quack!" the Kung Fu Frog squawked and jumped down from the branch.

Ye Qing squatted down when the rosemary fell, took out a knife, first cut off the tail of the rosemary, and then slashed up along the tail, and took out a gallbladder-like thing from the belly of the rosemary, but the strange thing is that there is no fishy smell, but there is a faint fragrance.

"Little brother, what is this?" Yang Guan said in confusion when he saw Ye Qing put away the gallbladder-like thing.

Ye Qing said: "This is the sachet of the rosemary, just like the poison sac of a poisonous snake, which stores the fragrance of the rosemary that can confuse others. ”

"What's the use of this?" Yang Guan said curiously.

"It's so useful, this fragrance can be used to make incense, it can be used to make spices, it can be used to make pills, it can be used to cultivate martial arts and so on!" Of course, in addition, the sachet of rosemary is one of the materials for making fantasy incense.

"Oh!" Yang Guan replied in a daze.

Seeing that Ye Qing put away the sachet, he took out a porcelain bottle and collected the blood of the rosemary.

"What are you collecting this blood for, it stinks, won't this thing also be used to refine medicine?" Yang Guan was puzzled.

Ye Qing packed the blood, handed the porcelain bottle to Yang Guan, and explained with a smile: "The blood of the rosemary bird naturally can't refine medicine, but it can be used to save lives!"

"You and your friends have smelled the scent of rosemary, which contains a certain toxin, and if it is not lifted in time, you will wake up early tomorrow morning, with splitting headaches, nausea and dizziness, and sickness for several days. ”

"And the blood of the rosemary is just right to remove the toxins from your body! When you go back, give everyone a drop, but don't drink too much, and you'll be fine!"

"Ah......" Hearing this, Yang Guan was stunned again, he didn't doubt Ye Qing's words, if it weren't for Ye Qing, he would have died a long time ago.

It's just that what he saw and heard today made him have a rather dreamy feeling, a young boy younger than him, actually knows so much knowledge about weirdness, even some people who have been dealing with weirdos all year round, they may not know the trick, it's really unbelievable.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Yang Guan didn't speak, just looked at him blankly, Ye Qing asked.

Yang Guan said: "I said little brother, how can you, a scholar, know so much about weirdness?"

The corners of Ye Qing's mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to smile and said, "As a scholar, isn't it normal to know these things?"

Yang Guan: "......"

Is it normal?

How can a normal reader know these things?

You're not a fake scholar, are you?