After nearly a month of taking internal and external baths, Cheng Cheng's injuries have healed most of them. The evil poison planted by the mysterious witchcraft in his body has basically been removed, but Ren Pingsheng insisted on continuing the treatment to remove the remaining poison.

Others couldn't see anything, but Ren Pingsheng looked closely at the Qi Technique, and the remnants of this evil poison would resurge. And once this happens, it will be like a bamboo, directly destroying her earthy qi mansion, the source of all the provisions of the human body, and also the foundation of the monk's spiritual qi operation, storage and transportation. At that time, it will be difficult to attack it with medicinal stones.

The applicable medicinal herbs in the mountains within a radius of dozens of miles have long been picked by Ren Pingsheng. The distance of collecting medicine is nearly 100 miles back and forth. If it weren't for his outstanding light body and kung fu in his life, plus Hu Jiu and Shi Yuqing could fly against the wind, the three of them would have worked together to collect medicine.

But in this way, the nest is empty, and if it encounters the assassination of the previous assassin of the Twelve-Story Building, Cheng Cheng and Li Xilian can only close their eyes and wait for death.

So on this day, Ren Pingsheng no longer asked Shi Yuqing and Hu Jiu to help collect medicine, but flew up the mountain alone, and after a few ups and downs, he went straight to the snow line. He was going over the snow-capped mountains to the western slopes to collect medicine.

Although the mouth of the carp in the mountain is not a height that ordinary people can reach. But for a person from the mountain of no return, can the mountains of the world still be called mountains?

Ren Pingsheng quietly stood on the top of the Snow Ridge, looking at the vast wilderness in the west, and his heart was relaxed. When I looked back again, the long and narrow lake in the east was like a long eyebrow as faint as a distant mountain. The name of the lake is Meihu.

Ren Pingsheng did not stay on the top of the mountain, and swept down the snow-capped ridges and steep cliffs that were more than a thousand feet high, and pounced on the lush forest below.

He didn't go down from the carp's mouth, which was a little gentle on the mountain, because that would mean a long detour. Besides, even on the side of the carp mouth, all year round, the strong people who dare to climb over can be counted on one hand, but after all, there are still people who pass. Where someone has been there, there are many fewer rare native medicinal materials.

Ren Pingsheng stopped to look at a high ground near the forest, his brows furrowed.

In late autumn, in the lush forest, there is already a scene of heavy snow pressing down on the branches. Migratory birds have long been on expeditions, and insects and beasts have long been dormant. But in the white snow and lush foliage, there is still a certain ...... Very strange and active atmosphere.

Could it be that in addition to collecting medicine, this trip can also catch up with a good hunt?

But with his current realm of Qi Vision, after a glance, the types of birds and beasts hidden in the mountains, forests and wilderness, their positions and shapes were immediately clear.

But this time, Ren Pingsheng couldn't see what kind of creature was hidden in the forest!

If it comes, it will be safe. Ren Pingsheng's figure swept and threw himself into the forest, and two white and smooth pebbles had been buckled in his hands.

Since the "senior brother" Fang Mao, who picked up halfway, brought his burden to the cave at the bottom of the mountain, the dozens of pebbles picked up from the Si'an River in the Mountain of No Return have returned to his hands.

Stones, or hometown, are more convenient to use.

In this place where humans and beasts are extinct, all kinds of herbs are really aroused. Ren Pingsheng was not in a hurry to uncover the mystery of the strange aura, but collected medicine with peace of mind. It's just that the route of collecting medicine follows the direction of that breath.

The road is not halfway there, and the back basket is full. This time, it should be possible to not come out for two or three days.

Ren Pingsheng finished pulling out the last herb and stood up. The ancient trees in front of you are towering and densely packed. The aura in the depths of the dense forest became thicker and thicker.

He was not exercising his cultivation, like an ordinary woodcutter hunter, he took out a firewood knife from his back basket, chopped thorns and vines, and opened the way through the forest. Not long after, the sound of a child singing was faintly heard in front of me.

“...... Early in the morning, the sky is sunny and colorful

Silk thread horse reins. Flipping over and riding on the horse, he led the little sister out of the house......

I got up early in the morning and led my little sister out of the house. My sister sat firmly on the horse, and my brother held the reins of the horse......"

The lyrics are extremely long, but the tune comes and goes, it's all the same tune. For such a mountain song, Ren Pingsheng is very familiar with it. The men and women on the mountain who do not return, every day when they go to the mountains and fields, they will use that very simple tune to hum this easy-to-understand mountain song. Among them, there are many male and female duets, and the lyrics are coquettish and explicit, in the eyes of literati like Ren Chongshan, it is simply unethical and unbearable.

After a trance of thoughts, Ren Pingsheng suddenly realized that the singing voice was clearly a young boy.

Before he could figure out how to appear, a white fat boy who looked no more than ten years old came out of a barren grass and vines in front of him. The child was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and the clothes were thin, as if the cuffs were torn raw, and in addition to the cuffs, there were two large arms that were as white as lotus roots.

The singing was still far away before, but the appearance of the white fat boy seemed to be where it was, and he was still humming the mountain song that could never be sung, but the voice suddenly became close.

The boy hadn't noticed Ren Pingsheng, who was wrapped in thorns and wild grass, and sang by himself, pulling up something that looked like grass and not grass, like vine and not vine. It was no more than three or four feet long, with sparse branches and leaves, and the leaves were thin and thin, shaped like thin swords. The fat white boy put the vine grass into the basket, and the song became much more cheerful. Looking at the huge back basket behind him, it almost covered his entire upper body and head and neck, revealing only a small short leg below.

“...... Get up early in the morning and the sky is fine, and the five-colored silk thread horse reins. Flipping over and riding on the horse, my brother hit the medicine mountain......

Early in the morning, the sky is sunny, and Brother Yaoshan picks yellow bamboo. My sister waited at home with peace of mind, and the fairy came to deliver the medicine in the middle of the night......"

The white fat boy's talent for mountain songs seems to be a little stretched, and after singing, he just blindly sings loudly, his expression is exaggerated, and the words are less rhyme.

"Hey, at a young age, I want to kidnap other people's girls, you kid is looking for a pump. I'll just tell the girl's family. Ren Pingsheng suddenly said loudly.

The white fat boy was taken aback, raised his head suddenly, and found that not far ahead, a big brother in a green shirt was leaning on a big tree, with a wicked smile on his face.

The boy's cheeks suddenly turned red, as if he was very ashamed to see people, and suddenly turned around, pulled his legs and ran. The already short and fat man went into the woods and grass, and disappeared. The boy was able to fly through the dense grass and vines, and ran two or three miles away in a smoke, and looked back in a panic, but did not see the bad fellow chasing after him, and finally slowed down.

The boy untied the basket and looked at the herbs that had just been laid out at the bottom of the basket, and his face was full of sadness.

Such a little medicine is not enough for that horn girl!

"You have a weak heart, right? You can run away from the monk, you can run to the temple? I already know where you live and who you want to send medicine to. ”

It was the haunting voice again, and the white fat boy suddenly looked up blankly. The young man in Tsing Yi was just two feet away in front of him, still leaning on a tree trunk, as if he had never moved his body.

The white fat boy had a pair of big eyes, turned a few times, but his hands were holding on to the brown rope on his back, and he pretended to be calm written on his face, raised his chin, and asked, "Are you Jin Ye?"

"What do you say?" Ren Pingsheng said lightly, as for who Jin Ye is, it doesn't matter if he is at this age and the word "Ye".

The white fat boy suddenly revealed his true form, and begged with a crying face: "Master Jin, you can do it." Don't listen to that red-faced man, it's really not that I refuse to pay tribute to Jin Ye this year. The horned girl at the bottom of the mountain is very pitiful. Her parents are just such a child, they are smart and smart. But no

Fortunately, her family was so poor that they couldn't open the pot, and where could they have the money to treat her. My medicine Wang Tangerine is just the best medicine for the treatment of yellow disease, and then I can be cured by taking it in Huangzhu'er decoction for ten days and eight days. ”

Once the white fat boy spoke, his speech was very clever, and the expression on his face was very rich, just in time for the pair of Ruan sisters in Shanghe Village to sing music to rich guests. During the three years of being an apprentice in the blacksmith shop, due to the favor of the two eldest sisters of the Feng family, Ren Pingsheng also had the privilege of seeing the Ruan sisters' pipa half-concealed and the richness of the Yingyu language. It's a pity that at that time, the eldest sisters of the Feng family always said that they were too young to come and listen to these songs often.

The white fat boy didn't pay attention to the "Jin Ye"'s fugue, and continued to chatter: "Jin Ye, you have a lot of adults, great benevolence, great kindness, and great kindness, so you gave up a trace of meat crumbs from between your teeth. can save the life of such a cute and beautiful little girl. It is equivalent to saving a family of three. Such supreme merit is a long way. When I turn around, I let the family, the rank of the golden master on the shrine, every fifteenth day of the new year, must not miss the incense. Didn't you ask Jin Ye for another immortal fate method......"

Ren Pingsheng directly interrupted: "Again?"

The white fat boy's train of thought was suddenly interrupted, he was stunned for a moment, and then used his full and fat palm to slap his chest loudly, "Jin Ye, although this is the first time, I swear by the mountain roots of the medicine mountain that every good thing I do in the world in the future, I will leave a good fate in the name of Jin Ye." ”

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand and stroked his chin lightly, and said ambiguously: "Well, it's interesting." That's right, but you have the final say on the water transportation of the mountain roots of the medicine mountain?"

The white fat boy suddenly became nervous, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, of course, you have the final say, Master Jin." My little shell is just a small role in guarding this side of the water and soil for you, Master Jin. Jin Ye, you just spare the small accumulation shell, anyway, it's just a year's medicine king orange. I will definitely come back from other places to make up for Jin Ye. I still have a lot of treasures at home, as long as Jin Ye can see it, just take it. ”

Faced with this scheming medicine picker, Ren Pingsheng also took the opportunity to have some fun, and originally didn't plan to pretend to go on. I didn't expect this guy who called himself a small shell to be so untestable, in a few words, he poured beans into a bamboo tube, and wanted to show off his family, Ren Pingsheng was happy to push the boat down the river, and see what treasures that kid had.

On the way, Ren Pingsheng always asked a few questions, and most of them were vague, but the white fat boy was very smart, and he could draw inferences when answering, and he couldn't wait to dig out his heart and lungs to show his loyalty.

It turned out that the small shell did not have a name, and this small shell was given by a subordinate named Redface of Jin Ye. After turning around, Ren Pingsheng quickly sorted out the origin of the red face, it turned out to be a monkey demon in the mountains, and he had to turn into a human form after practicing for thousands of years. The red-faced man came to Yaoshan a few years ago, and met a white fat boy playing in the mountain, who was very domineering and beat the latter well. After that, he gave him the nickname "Xiao Ji Hu", and asked Xiao Ji Hu to attack the fruit of the Yao Wang orange at home every year.

The red-faced man asked for this medicine king orange, which is said to be a tribute to the king of the mountains in this area, "Jin Ye". So far, Xiao Jihu has never seen anyone more powerful than the red-faced man, so this young man in a green shirt is so elusive, naturally there is no doubt that Jin Ye.

Ren Pingsheng chatted with Xiao Jike all the way, and it didn't take long for them to arrive at a small flat land in the mountains.

A wooden house on the flat ground, although it is not big, but it is very elegant and chic, one hall and two rooms, there is a bamboo fence in front of the door to form a small courtyard, and there is a fish pond behind the house, a few bushes of flowers and plants. The most striking thing is the old orange tree next to the house, which has grown for thousands of years, which is more than ten zhang high and has been displayed in the forest, and the canopy of the tree is like a canopy, covering a radius of two or three miles.

Such a large shade of trees, let alone such a wooden house, is a small-scale village, and it can be covered by it!

However, such a huge Yaowang orange only bears one fruit per year.