The autumn breeze is gentle, and the mountains are full of large patches of snapdragons, red, yellow, and pink, swaying in the gusts of autumn wind, quietly bathing in the warm afternoon sunshine.

At this time, a hurried figure suddenly appeared at the end of the official road.

The man was young, but he staggered when he walked, holding a black stick in one hand and his chest in the other.

The young man turned back three times in one step, as if he was being chased and killed, and his expression was serious.

He went straight through the ruined towers of Jincheng, and suddenly found that Jincheng was still heavily guarded.

"King Han still doesn't give up!"

This young man is Wang Zimo, he hid in the corner at the end of the long street, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that a little girl was squinting at him, and then the little girl raised her head and pointed to the wanted criminals plastered all over the city wall, and the fat little finger happened to point to Wang Zimo's portrait.

"I ......"

Wang Zimo wanted to scold his mother again, this Han Wang's painter painted too similarly, he had seen his own gold-armored officers and soldiers and his men have been put down by Mingbao, and whose description is this painting drawn?

Suddenly, the prince silently thought of the purpose of his coming to Jincheng.

He shook his head at the little girl, pinched his ears to show her, then pointed to the wanted portrait on the city wall, and said with a boo: "I have an ear compartment on my ear, the one on the painting is not, it's not me!"

The little girl's eyes were bright, blinking, looking at Wang Zimo, looking at the wanted portrait, and opening her pink little mouth "Ahhhh

Wang Zimo was shocked in his heart, such a cute little girl turned out to be a mute!

He stood on tiptoe and looked at the Jin Box Office from afar, it must have been Duan Shuya at the box office who provided detailed information about his appearance.

At this time, the gold box office was no different from usual, and even the officers and soldiers of the Han King were scattered, saying that they were beating farts and seemed to be derelict in their duties. If Wang Zimo hadn't seen the wanted portrait, he would definitely have recklessly walked to the counter and asked Duan Shuya to take out the Yuan Qi Bead that the Demon Pill had been exchanged for.

Now it seems that behind the calm is a turbulent undercurrent.

Wang Zimo was grateful to the little girl, and took out a thumb-sized light blue vitality bead from the storage bag given to him by Mingbao and stuffed it into the girl's hand.

This is an ice-attribute vitality bead, although it is only the size of a thumb, it can be exchanged for more than 500 official vitality beads, which is enough for the little girl's family to eat for three years.

"Go back, put it away, and use it when you're older!"

The gold box office couldn't go, so Wang Zimo turned his heart sideways, and after returning the same way, he bypassed the decision platform and rushed towards the back mountain in the northwest of the city.

Although the back mountain is called a mountain, it stretches for thousands of miles, as if it is connected to the big mountain range.

The last time he hid in the back mountain, Wang Zimo saw a Qinghe grass as white as snow growing halfway up the mountainside. At that time, he didn't know the name of the herb, but after reading the second volume of the "Book of Heaven", he suddenly remembered that this herb could dissolve the residual poison of licoquine grass in the body.

Although Lin Xiaoya of the White Horse Pavilion Six Medicine Hall gave him the antidote, I don't know if it was because of the refining technique, or because the person refining the antidote was at the level of a half-asser, and he couldn't completely eliminate the poisonous effect of licograss.

According to the "Book of Heaven", this is the shame of alchemists!

Along the way, the majestic poplar trees are dense and vigorous, their branches are vigorous and old, the bark is white-gray, and the palm-sized leaves are green, making an anxious sound under the urging of the autumn wind. Wang Zimo ran all the way, and the birds in the trees were frightened, chirping gracefully, and fluttering their wings and flying high.

On the pipeline, a beautiful bronze carriage headed towards the Golden City.

The silk curtain was slowly lifted, revealing a delicate hand with a glittering green onion. The people in the carriage looked at Wang Zimo who was galloping, and then looked forward to the birds flying high in the air, and smiled, two small dimples appeared on their pointed chins.

"Is the royal blood of the Lu family?" the woman in the carriage scoffed, "You can't escape from the palm of the deity's hand!"

The back mountain is cool, and the hustle and bustle of Jincheng has long been heard.

Looking at the big tree at the foot of the back mountain that was pierced by crossbow arrows, Wang Zimo couldn't calm down for a long time.

Suddenly, his eagle eyes narrowed, staring in the direction of Jincheng to observe carefully. A carriage on the official road had just entered the city gate, and behind the carriage was a group of White Horse Pavilion disciples.

"It's coming up so soon!" the prince said in his heart.

However, what made his heart tremble even more was that not long after the group of White Horse Pavilion disciples entered the city, they actually rushed towards the back mountain.

Wang Zimo was startled for a moment, clenched his teeth, his eyes were scarlet, and he stared at the man who rushed to the front holding a little girl carved in pink in his arms.

Without hesitation, Wang Zimo hurriedly ran to the depths of the back mountain.

Now is not the time to be a hero, there is still a residual poison of medicinal herbs in his body, if he doesn't discharge it in time, let alone save the little girl, it is not clear whether he can escape from the hands of the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion.

This time entering the back mountain is very different from the last time.

Last time, I was trying to escape for my life, but I was chased and killed by a group of officers and soldiers of the King of Han behind me, and it was as if I had poured fire oil on my buttocks. Although this time it was also an escape, it had another purpose, which was to find Qinghe grass.

The prince silently walked up the mountain stream that poured rain in the summer on the mountain behind him.

The mountains along the way were rocky, and the steep places almost went straight up and down, and he needed to grasp the protruding rocks on both sides with both hands, and exert force on all four limbs at the same time to climb up.

He was cautious, and freed his right hand to grasp the Heavenly Pestle, for fear that a poisonous snake would suddenly emerge from somewhere.

The Heavenly Pestle is the black iron rod that the prince picked up silently, and after two years, he took it and beat it, and finally gave it a decent name.

"Over there! Quick, don't let him run!"

This group of people are the disciples of Guangpingzi, that is, Xue Ping's brothers.

When he blew up the organ room in the White Horse Pavilion, Wang Zimo saw that the person who rushed to the front was standing behind Guangpingzi, as if he was calling Yu Zhengdong or Yu Zhengxi.

Wang Zimo took three steps and made two steps to climb up, but he didn't expect that Yu Zhengdong would be able to control the sky, and in an instant, a long rainbow was born under his feet, and he actually stepped on a long halberd to block the front.

"Criminal, follow me back to the White Horse Pavilion to be punished!"

The prince tilted his head silently, and the tip of his nose met the long black gold halberd. Before he could retreat, he heard the sound of happy sycophants coming from under his feet.

"Senior Brother Zhengbei is mighty!"

"Senior Brother Zhengbei, this time our Liangshengtang won the jackpot, Senior Brother should raise his eyebrows in front of the chief disciple!"

"That's natural, even if you don't win the jackpot, when did our senior brother Zhengbei ever be afraid of Lin Mingchang of his First Pavilion?"

"Uh~! Yu is ...... due north"

Wang Zimo rolled his eyes and secretly slandered himself, he clearly remembered that it was the east and the west, how did it become north and south?

Once the six divine beasts are awakened, the cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and it will truly be regarded as stepping into the path of cultivating immortals.

Compared with Yu Zhengbei, Wang Zimo was stretched.

He was originally a pseudo-merger, although the vitality in the sea of qi is abundant, but they are in their own camps, if the strongest vitality is regarded as at most in the late stage of liberation, plus a bar plus a bar is also in the early stage of the sage. In addition, in the past two years, he has been using fire energy to cook in the stove, and now he is no different from ordinary people.

Like Mount Tai pressing on the top, Wang Zimo clearly felt the power emanating from Yu Zhengbei's body.

"Senior Brother Zhengbei, be careful!"

At Wang Zimo's feet, a female disciple suddenly exclaimed, she was a woman, but her voice was rough, and the sound of the urn was angry, echoing in the valley, and suddenly startled a large number of larks.

Yu Zhengbei waved his hand, put down the little girl in his arms, and confidently made the way out, "That black iron rod has no effect in the hands of Uncle Sanyang, and it is not a treasure." It must be this kid who is playing tricks and hiding people's eyes!"

Having said that, Yu Zhengbei did not take it lightly in the slightest.

But he saw that the prince climbed up the mountainside with great difficulty, pretended to be out of breath and sat on the stone next to the Qinghe grass, picked off half of the herb and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

The entrance of Qinghe grass is cold, and the mint fragrance instantly goes straight to the whole body along the lungs, and in a moment, the residual poison left by the licotangerine grass is swept away, and in an instant, Wang Zimo seems to have changed people, as if he has been reborn, the blood in his body is surging, and his fighting spirit is high.

Yu Zhengbei didn't know what the prince was doing, thinking that he was playing some tricks.

I saw that Wang Zimo was still sitting on the stone just now, his eyes were closed and opened, and he actually took the black iron rod and knocked it on his head.

"Wow! you kid dares to sneak attack!"

Yu Zhengbei shouted violently and hurriedly stepped on the Wujin halberd to dodge around.

Wang Zimo hurriedly picked up the little girl, jumped over, took the opportunity to jump down the mountainside, put away the black iron rod and ran quickly in the direction of Jincheng.

"Stop him, don't let him run!"

Yu Zhengbei knew that he had been fooled, and the black gold halberd turned around in mid-air, and before he could rush up, he was suddenly slapped down by a big furry hand.

"Ang~!"

Immediately after, the roar of the angry beast resounded throughout the back mountain.

A snow-white ape pounded his chest hard, especially angry at the little man who had intruded into his territory in front of him.

The snowman ape is a foot tall, standing in front of due north like a giant.

It glanced down at the Qinghe Snow Spirit Grass that grew at the door of the house, the entire back mountain, who didn't know that this Snow Spirit Grass belonged to it, but he didn't expect to go out and walk around for half a circle, and his old nest was turned upside down.

"Roar!"

The snowman ape snatched the black gold halberd in Zhengbei's hand and danced vigorously in his hand.

With such a stunned effort, Wang Zimo had already run to the foot of the back mountain, and the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion did not dare to stay, and chased Wang Zimo to flee for their lives in the direction of Jincheng.

As if he felt balanced, the snowman did not kill all of the black gold halberd after snatching the black gold halberd in due north, but slyly hugged the black gold halberd and smiled, turned his head and pointed at the middle finger in the depths of the forest.

"Fuck, this kid is running faster than a rabbit!"

The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion lost their souls, and suddenly remembered that the back mountain of Jincheng was the territory of ten thousand beasts, and they immediately raised their hearts and livers, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and they all used their housekeeping skills to escape for their lives.

At the gate of the towering and decaying city, Wang Zimo put down the little girl in his arms, pointed to the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion, and asked, "Did they hurt you?"

The little girl shook her head.

"Let's go home!"

At this time, the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion caught up one after another, Wang Zimo sneered, and his figure flashed to the decision-making platform, and under the stunned eyes of the disciples, he stepped up, and said loudly: "Aren't you trying to kill me?"

"I'm Wang, sit here and wait for three days!"