Wind and rain are like rocks, and the mountain stream is swelling every moment, pouring out along the slope, extending a criss-crossing stream.

One of the streams flowed to the thylac leopard.

Zhi Hunt Zhen watched the villain approach with the stream. He was about a foot tall, and wore a small hat curled with artemisia grass, a small coat woven of palm leaves, and bare little dark brown feet like roots. He stood on a raft made of banana leaves, squatting with his waist bowed, holding the basket with both hands, and the raft shuttled dexterously against the water waves, until he approached the thylac leopard, and then stopped slowly.

The thylac bured its head deeply, a sobbing of submission coming from its throat. Wang Ziqiao stepped out of the meat bag, folded the leaves into an umbrella casually, and swept his eyes around: "If you don't let Wang see it, can you hide?" His lips squirmed, he read something, and the middle finger and thumb of his left hand interlocked into a ring and leaned forward.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-" in the direction of the ring, the waves froze and were as hard as ice. Prince Qiao closed his ring, and the ice exploded one after another.

Suddenly, I heard an old-fashioned voice shouting: "You are a talent, you are so uninteresting, how can there be a reason for a cow to press his head without drinking water? Relying on a few tricks to play tricks, sooner or later you will have to plant a big heel! That's it, the little old man is not as knowledgeable as you, and he has been humiliated with his identity!"

Prince Joe caught a glimpse of the villain. He tilted his head, waved his penny, and glared at him with a vigorous blow. Most of his face was covered by a matted dark green beard, and a pair of eyeballs bulged out of his sockets, green and transparent, and he turned flexibly.

"It turned out to be a mountain monster. Prince Qiao Senran said. The strange one, without a father and a mother, was born with the aura of the mountains and rivers. They have a strange appearance, a peculiar temperament, and all kinds of talents. The most bizarre thing is that not everyone can see the monster, only those who are destined to encounter it.

Shinya Zhijia climbed out of the meat bag and looked at the mountain monster curiously. He read such anecdotes in the fang book: the poor scholar studied hard in the wilderness, and met the spring monster for guidance, and the text was like a spring. A certain businessman was greedy and deceitful, and was deceived by a copper money monster to fight evil with evil, and deceived his family into bankruptcy...... Among them, the most widely circulated is the story of Jiang Yan, a genius in swordsmanship in the Great Jin Dynasty.

The young Jiang drowned and danced the sword in the middle of the night, and there was a strange peep at it, and he was given a five-color sword. Jiang Yan made great progress in swordsmanship and became famous, and was known as the human genius who was most likely to challenge the kendoism of the Yu clan. A few years later, this monster asked for the five-color divine sword, and Jiang Yan's swordsmanship was no longer advanced, until it became a joke about "Jiang Lang's talents".

"Wu Na, what's wrong with the mountain monster, I owe you money?" The villain glanced at Wang Ziqiao angrily, turned his head, and arched his hand to Zhi Hunt, and said with a full temperament, "This little minister, the little old man Amon is polite." ”

Zhi Hunt really returned the salute, saying that he didn't dare.

Amon said familiarly: "Is the little minister in a hurry? It's just that the rain is falling tightly, and the mountain road is very difficult to walk. It's better to get on the raft and take a ride from me to ensure that you are fast and stable!"

Zhi Hunt really aimed at the banana leaf raft the size of a fan, and most of them were moody and unpredictable, so they took the initiative to come to the door, but they didn't know what their intentions were.

As the saying goes, 'Rely on your parents at home and rely on your friends when you go out.'" "Little old man looks at you and kindly helps you, don't be a donkey's liver and lungs! If you are so calculating, I will pat my ass and leave!" Amon pursed his lips and crackled the pen.

"Then bother the old man. "Zhijia really thought about it, and he took a raft. If this monster has evil intentions, even if it is temporarily freed, it will be entangled in the black hand. On the contrary, it is better to put it in the open, which is easier to prevent.

He stepped on the raft with one foot, and the raft sank down slightly, and then came up again, holding Zhi Hunt Zhen steadily. When he stepped on his other foot, the raft suddenly expanded along the tip of his foot, becoming as large as a millstone.

Zhijia really tried to take a step forward, and the raft extended forward, and then walked forward, and then became bigger...... In the blink of an eye, the small raft was like a giant chariot, about ten feet long.

Prince Joe's gaze flickered between Amon and Zhikari Zhen, and he followed him up to the raft.

"You have a pickled smell on your body, and it smells terrible!" Amon hurriedly jumped away from Wang Ziqiao, covered his nose, and waved his penny to signal, "Hurry up and stay on the other side, don't come over!"

Prince Qiao snorted lightly, and did not have the same knowledge as him, and walked straight to the end of the raft. Strange words and deeds have always been unbelievable, could it be that Zhi Hunt is really a destined person in the eyes of Amun? Or the two sides have long known each other, but they are just hiding from themselves? The Zhi clan has been operating in the wilderness for eight hundred years, and it will not be completely rootless, and this mountain monster may be the Zhi clan's secret response to prevent himself.

Zhi Hunt's heart moved, and he deliberately asked: "My husband is not very good at nose? This gentleman is cleanly dressed, how can he smell pickled?"

Amon snorted: "Where is this guy clean? There is a hatred of heaven and resentment in his bones! The little minister also doesn't know anything, why is he mixed with this pickled goods?

He hurried a little bit of the basket, and the raft flew out.

The water is turbulent, all over the mountains, and the raft is like wearing flowers around the trees, twisting and sliding. The sky quickly darkened, and the shadows of the mountains and forests on all sides flashed thick white lines. Amon took off his hat and threw it gently, and the hat fell on Zhi Kari's head, but it was not too big or small, just right.

"Little Xianggong, don't get wet and get cold. Amon touched his head, and a small hat appeared out of thin air on his head.

Zhi Hunt really felt a wisp of yang breath through the hat, and wandered all over his body, the warmth was so pleasant, and even the wet clothes dried quickly. It didn't take long for the hat to exude a fragrant medicinal fragrance, mellow and peaceful, and it penetrated into the heart and spleen, which made Zhi Hunt really tired and hungry in his stomach. After a few moments, drops of cool foreign matter seeped out of the hat and threw it into the heart of Zhikama's head. His whole body sank, and his pores and skin opened one after another. Suddenly, a mouthful of thick phlegm rushed to his throat, and Zhi Kari really coughed it out.

This phlegm fell on the surface of the water, and the color was black and smelly. Zhi Hunt really felt relaxed, as if he had thrown off a heavy burden, he was light and dexterous, his internal organs were comfortable and transparent, and the loss of qi and blood actually increased a little.

Zhi Jia Zhen glanced at Amon in surprise, this small hat was actually a natural treasure for cutting hair and washing the marrow and improving his physique! And Amon gave it to himself casually!

This is the strange adventure rumored in the streets? Just because he fell into Amon's eyes? Zhijia Zhen became more and more puzzled. The witch spirit is the bell of heaven and earth, and the monster is conceived by heaven and earth, is it because of the witch spirit that the mountain monster feels close?

When the raft drove through the foot of a mountain and walked out of the dense forest, Amon suddenly shook his penny, picked up a floating wild fruit from the water, and handed it to Zhijiazhen: "Little Xianggong, come and taste this thing!"

The fruit was as big as a walnut and as white as cow's milk, and the skin was broken, revealing the flesh that was red and bloody, and as soft and smooth as a tongue. Zhi Hunt really hesitated, took it, and took a small bite.

"Fuck you sister, it hurts!" Wild Fruit let out a scream.

Zhijia Zhen put down the wild fruit and took a closer look, the bright red flesh of the fruit trembling like a tongue. He was surprised and said: "Uncle, is this a long-tongued peach that is hard to find?"

Amon waved his hand: "A mere wild fruit is also worth making a fuss?

Zhi Hunt really arched his hand, and then bit down on the long-tongued peach. Regardless of the motives of this monster, enjoy the benefits first.

"Fuck you, it hurts!"

"your grandmother, it hurts!"

"your ancestor, it's painful to death!"

...... With each bite, the long-tongued peach scolded angrily. Zhijia really ate fragrant teeth and cheeks, **overflowing, and his lungs seemed to be washed from the inside out, which was very refreshing. After using the long-tongued peach, he couldn't help but sneeze, the dirty snot spurted out, and he experienced another round of cutting and washing.

And that's just the beginning.

The raft went all the way deep into the wilderness, day and night flew by. Amon either caught a three-flowered shrimp, dived under the water and dug up a ginseng, or removed a piece of Chemazhi from the trunk of a tree...... I was really dumbfounded, and my sleepiness disappeared, and I experienced seven times of hair cutting and marrow washing in just a few days!