"I see, but my husband ...... It's not that the poor don't help you, it's that the poor don't know how to use medicine, so they don't dare to help. ”

Chi Zheng felt that he was learning to speak from the ancients, as if it was not against harmony, and the memory of his body and brain made him blurt out without hindrance or discomfort.

"There is no need to bother with the Taoist, if there is an accident, the right to be old and dead should be like this. ”

"How can that work?"

Chi Zheng shook his head and said: "Uncle, how can Poor Dao harm your life! ”

"There is no one in this hundred miles. ”

"The poor road is fast. ”

"No matter how fast the road is, it will take a few days at the earliest, how can the old decay still have his life?"

"There are still cakes in the poor road, my husband should save some food, it should be no problem. ”

"There are many tigers, leopards, wolves and insects in this mountain, and when the old man comes back, he sees only white bones. ”

"Uncle, are you worried about being poor?"

Chi Zheng tightened his brows: "Even if there are only white bones left, the poor road is also set to find a feng shui treasure for the old man to be buried, how can he let the old man expose his corpse to the wilderness?"

The old man was dumbfounded, stunned and speechless, probably moved by Chi Zheng, and said softly: "Then please hurry up, there are two feasible ways to go down the mountain, although the road on the left is farther, it is not dangerous, and although the road on the right is close, tigers, leopards, wolves, insects, badgers, roe deer and foxes are rampant." ”

When Chi Zheng looked up, he saw that there were two roads at the fork in the mountain road ahead, one left and one right.

"Thank you for your advice. ”

He learned what he remembered, bowed, and then continued to lead the "grapes" forward, especially when approaching the old man, Chi Zheng was particularly focused.

When approaching the old man who was half lying on the ground, "Donald Duck" pouted his buttocks, threw it hard, and a piece of duck feces splashed out and landed beside the old man.

"Quack ......"

"Donald Duck" smirked a few times, Chi Zheng frowned a little, secretly wondering whether roast duck is delicious, or boiled duck is delicious?

Coming to the fork in the road, Chi Zheng pondered for a moment, raised his steps and walked to the right, but after only a few steps, he heard the old man behind him shouting: "The Taoist is wrong, you should go to the left." ”

"Why is that?"

Chi Zheng turned around.

"Hey, don't you remember? Fang Cai said that the mountain road on the right is full of insects and beasts, and you can't walk, you can't walk. ”

"Shall I go to the left?"

"Yes, you should go left. ”

"Can't you just go to the right?"

"There are many insects and beasts on the right...... Dao Chief, is this a trick on old decay?"

"Don't worry too much, the poor road has no such intention, but I heard you say that the mountain road on the right is closer, and the poor road is greedy for closer. Since the old man said so, then the poor road will go to the left. ”

Chi Zheng nodded and said.

"Hurry up, the old man is waiting for the chief here. ”

The old man sighed.

"Good!"

Chi Zheng retracted his steps and walked towards the mountain road on the left, but after taking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and returned to the fork in the road.

"Dao Chief, what are you?"

The old man was puzzled.

"Poor Road still wants to go to the right. ”

Chi Zheng stared at the old man and said.

"Dao Chief, the old man said ......"

Chi Zheng interrupted the old man's words: "How can the insects and jackals in this world be as sinister as people's hearts, the most dangerous road is actually the safest, and the poor road will go to the right." ”

"Hey, Dao Chief!"

The old man sighed in surprise, but finally turned into a long sigh.

But he hadn't finished his long sigh, and saw Chi Zheng walking back and standing at the fork, "Old man, Poor Dao thought about it, a gentleman doesn't stand a dangerous wall, everything can't be strong, let's go to the left." ”

"Huh?"

The old man was stunned.

This stunned was not over, and when I saw Chi Zheng just stepping out of the air, he retracted his feet, "My husband's injury is not light, don't stay longer, let's go to the right and hurry up...... It's not right, if the poor road is eaten by jackals, won't there be anyone to save the old man, then let's go to the left!"

He muttered here and hesitated, the old man over there was about to die, and said angrily, "Dao Chief, why are you still delaying here?"

I'm jumping from side to side, I don't want to see your face one way out, right?

Chi Zheng let go of the reins, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "Don't pretend, it's a showdown, Poor Dao thinks that the left and right roads are not very good, I wonder if the old man can point out the third way?"

"There is no third way!"

The old man beat his chest and said: "Angry and old, you Taoist priest don't know what to do, there is only one dead end for you to go." ”

Impasse?

Chi Zheng glanced back, and was stunned to find that the two roads that had just jumped left and right had actually become the middle one, and when he turned around suddenly, the old man who was still half-lying just now was nowhere to be found.

Okay, it's really a lie, if you really go to help just now, I'm afraid it will be blackmailed immediately!

Chi Zheng was a little annoyed, and then reacted, Wait, no, no matter how deceiving this old man is, he can't run faster than Bolt, right?

And two roads become one road, how can this be normal?

Mountain spirits?

Or a demon?

Or is it just sneaky?

Chi Zheng saw the tragic situation of dozens of corpses, and was quite sensitive to the word monster, so he immediately pulled out the Qingfeng sword and shouted: "Uncle, where have you been?" Poor Dao just joked with you, come back quickly, no, come out quickly, Poor Dao will help you down the mountain immediately!"

As he shouted, he raised the Qingfeng Sword, and when the old man appeared, he immediately cast the "Spitting Flames" and "Lightsaber" spells.

"Uncle, don't worry, my sword is only used for self-defense, walking in the mountains has a sword to defend oneself is very reasonable, right? ”

It's a pity that the old man has no one at all, and there is silence in the mountains.

"It's really the world is declining, and people's hearts are unpredictable, doesn't it mean that the ancients were quite honest?

Seeing that he couldn't coax the old man, Chi Zheng frowned, "No, if that old man is some kind of demon and spirit, he is not a human being, and it is normal to be cunning." Besides, we can't underestimate the ancients, as the saying goes, the older you get, the more cunning you are, and a simple young man like me, who has just graduated from college and only had a few girlfriends, is too easy to be deceived, so I have to be cautious and more careful. ”

But there is also a problem in front of Chi Zheng, two roads become one, it is terrible to think about! The only advantage is that you don't have to be embarrassed about how to choose.

"Do you have to walk? I don't want to walk. ”

Chi Zheng stared at the mountain road in front of him, and instead of taking this road, he walked towards the forest on the side, but soon he came back in embarrassment, the undeveloped mountain range was completely not something that normal humans could walk, there were slopes and shrubs everywhere, and if he accidentally stepped on the air, he would instantly roll down and die.

He has a spell to deal with this, but he can't take the "grapes" with him, and the spell has a time limit.

What's more, without the guidance of the mountain road, you will soon lose your way.

In desperation, he could only walk along this mountain road, untie the rope used to hook the Qingfeng sword by the way, and then tie the Qingfeng sword diagonally to his back, so that he can draw the sword with his backhand at any time.

Walking and stopping all the way, seeing noon, Chi Zheng took out the hard cake that could hit people, cut it into small pieces and threw it into his mouth to moisten.

At this moment, he didn't care about the unpleasant drink, anyway, the alcohol content was very low, so he pinched his nose and drank it purely as water.

A sheepskin pouch is enough to hold seven or eight hundred milliliters of wine, but only half of it is left, and this bit of wine can't quench Chi Zheng's thirst at all, and can only relieve the dry itch in his throat.