The mountains are verdant,

Above the clouds and down the water.

The savages in the mountains don't know the taste,

As soon as I entered the door, the years urged.

In a reckless mountain, there is a mountain peak towering like a cloud, the four walls are strong, it is difficult for ordinary people to climb, the waterfall between the mountains flows straight down, I don't know how deep it is, only know that the water mist blown up by the mountain wind is fluttering, and a long rainbow is hung up among the clouds.

There is a simple wooden house built on the side of the source of the mountain waterfall, which is built on a giant tree hugged by three or five people, the tree house is very simple and rough, and the tree house is made of some broken branches, trunks and vines.

Time flies, and it has been three months since Shui Wuxian came to this world, and the weather has begun to turn cooler. At this time, the hair on Shui Wuqi's body danced lightly in the wind, and the already tattered robe on his body was even more tattered, and he was afraid that it would not be long before he could completely cover his body. At this time, Shui Wuqi was standing on the top of the big tree, each foot stepping on a branch about two or three fingers thick, his hands squared in front of his chest in a round posture, closing his eyes and jaws, letting the mountain wind blow the giant tree dozens of meters high and swaying with the wind. At this time, the sun was rising, and a ray of sunlight was reflected on Shui Wuxi's face, as if there was a purple glow accompanied by sunlight and being incorporated into the abdomen by Shui Wuqi with his breathing, a little bit of immortal brilliance.

Not far from the bottom of the mountain, there is a simple, nameless village built on a hill near the water. There are many rocks in the mountains, there are not many fields in the village, at this time, more than a dozen hardcover men are wearing all kinds of simple leather armor on the open space at the entrance of the village, some are carrying arrows and holding wooden bows, some are holding knives and axes with ropes on their backs, and some are holding throwing spears on their backs.

At this time, this group of people were all looking in one direction, and one of them was really impatient, so he said to the middle-aged man who looked like the leader: "Uncle Late, what's going on today? Why hasn't Junwei come yet? We will gain a lot less without him on the mountain?"

"Grandpa the village chief!" Grandpa the village chief 、、、、、、" Just as the middle-aged man who looked like the leader wanted to say something, suddenly a shout came from a distance.

But it was a man with a slightly specialized but compact physique, about seven feet tall, with inch hair on his head, and wearing leather armor, who was running to a place in a hurry.

Seeing this, the man called Uncle Late said, "Let's go, that's Junwei, let's go up and have a look." After saying that, he ran to the village chief, and the others followed.

The village chief's house, like the rest of the family, is a simple wooden house, and the house is not large. The village chief, an old man with gray hair, hurried out the door when he heard about the exchange. Just then, the man named Junwei ran to the door and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong Junwei?"

However, at this time, Yang Junwei's face was full of anxiety, he wanted to answer but didn't know how to speak, and after being at a loss, he simply carried the village chief on his back and ran out quickly.

Seeing this, the young men who followed also continued to chase Yang Junwei.

After a while, everyone came to a wooden house, and on the bed of the wooden house was lying a middle-aged man with a haggard face and black eyes, and a skinny man, whose face was not a little bloody, and the corners of his mouth were still covered with blood, and he was now completely unconscious. The village chief was checking the condition of the man in the middle at this time, but Yang Junwei kept asking with an anxious face: "Grandpa the village chief, how is my Uncle Zhong?、、、、?

And the other young men who followed did not dare to say anything and looked at them with concern on their faces.

"Alas!" After reading it, the village chief shook his head with a sigh, looked at Yang Junwei, and said as if he couldn't bear it: "Junwei, there are too many old injuries on your uncle's body. Fifteen years ago, when he appeared at the entrance of the village with you a few years old, he was covered in blood, and there were twenty or thirty wounds on his body alone、、、、、、"

Speaking of this, the village chief paused, his face became more unbearable, and after thinking about it, he continued: "It's a miracle to be able to live until now, after all, you are already so old、、、、、

"No~No~No~" After listening to the village chief's words, Yang Junwei collapsed instantly, and everyone else also turned their heads.

"Poof!", but saw Yang Junwei suddenly kneel down in front of the village chief. "Knock! knock!" kept kowtowing, and at the same time kept shouting: "Ask the village chief grandpa, save my Uncle Zhong, save my Uncle Zhong、、、、、、"

The dust on the ground was light for a while.

Seeing Yang Junwei like this, the others hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and then the middle-aged man called Uncle Late said to the village chief: "Uncle Village Chief, is there really no way? Junwei and their uncle and nephew have been dependent on each other for so many years, if they are like this, it is really pitiful. ”

"Yes, yes, the village chief's grandfather is trying to figure out a way!" the others also pleaded when they saw this.

"Alas!" Seeing this, the village chief sighed again, and then said: "The old man is shallow, and he is really powerless、、、

Hearing this, everyone was desperate, but they heard the village chief continue: "Unless there is something of ginseng for a thousand years, maybe you can live for some more time." ”

Hearing this, everyone immediately looked at the village chief, but it was Uncle Lai who asked that night: "But how can you get this thousand-year-old thing?"

"Then you may be able to find one or two on the cliff mountain in the deep part of the mountain forest. The village chief replied.

"But that cliff and mountain, even if it is an ape, it is difficult to climb? How can you find medicine? Isn't it a call for people to die?" said Uncle Lai helplessly that night.

"Yes, yes!!!" The rest of the young men couldn't help but echo.

"I will definitely find a thousand-year-old ginseng for Uncle Zhong, and ask the village chief and grandfather to take care of Uncle Zhong for me. But at this time, Yang Junwei said solemnly, and turned around to leave.

But he was immediately stopped by the rest of the people, and persuaded: "Junwei, don't go, it's too dangerous, let's trouble the village chief and grandfather to think of a way." ”

That night, Uncle Lai also looked at the village chief nervously, hoping that the village chief could say something to persuade Yang Junwei, after all, it would be too risky. However, the village chief said, "Let Junwei go! Yang Zhong's nurturing grace is worth his life to repay." Besides, if it's Junwei's child, maybe it's not impossible. ”

Hearing the village chief's words, everyone finally slowly let go of Yang Junwei and got out of the way.

After Yang Junwei was let go by everyone, he immediately took a rope mountain knife and a pitch-black iron rod on the side, although the iron rod was not of the highest grade but not light, but in Yang Junwei's hands it was as if there was no weight, and he was running wildly in his hands.

After seeing Yang Junwei leave, the village chief continued: "I'll just watch here, you should hurry up and go hunting! After a while, it will not be so easy to hunt, and if there is not enough prey, the village will not have a good time this winter. ”

"No!" everyone replied in unison, and then, under the leadership of Uncle Wanlai, set off again to hunt in the mountains.

But it was said that Yang Junwei ran all the way and came not long after, under a cliff mountain that went straight into the sky, and immediately found a place to climb up. Although the weather is getting cooler, the noon sun still can't be underestimated, at this time Yang Junwei is still sweating like rain between the cliffs, due to sweating and the sun's baking, Junwei's face is red at this time. However, Yang Junwei still never gave up and continued to climb slowly and hard.

After noon, Yang Junwei finally saw the woodland on the cliff mountain, and after climbing up with great effort, he hurried to find the thousand-year-old ginseng without resting.

However, he said that at this time, Shui Wuxuan had stopped piling work, and at this time he was sitting on the top of the tree, feeling a scripture called "Taishang Induction Chapter", meditating and meditating. But suddenly sensed that someone appeared nearby, and interrupted the silence, so that Shui Wuxuan almost fell from the top of the tree, but fortunately, Shui Wuxuan reacted quickly and quickly slapped the branch with his hand in the process of falling, and then floated down with his strength.

After falling down, Shui Wu thought about it and walked in the direction where he sensed someone. At the moment, under the feet of Qi Xing, the Tiyun Gong was used in the connecting points, moving between the branches and the branches, quietly, like a fairy in the forest.

A little water was easy to see on the branches, and Yang Junwei, who was looking for thousand-year-old ginseng in the woods, thought about it for a while, and then swept down the branches and came to Yang Junwei.

Shui Wuwei's sudden appearance frightened Yang Junwei for a moment, and he looked at Shui Wuwei nervously.

Seeing this, Shui Wu was unmoved, and smiled: "Brother Tai, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a thousand-year-old ginseng to save my Uncle Zhong," Yang Junwei replied.

Hearing this, Shui Wuxuan shook his head, and then said, "I've been here for a while, and I haven't found any rare medicines such as thousand-year-old ginseng here. ”

"No, no, how can it be? How can it not? Ah!!! ah!!! is it you? Are you hiding? Hiding it?" Hearing this, Yang Junwei collapsed instantly, almost crazy.

"Ah!!!! give me !!!"

After another roar, Yang Junwei suddenly threw up the iron rod and hit Shui Wuwei, but when the iron rod was about to die, Shui Wuwei raised his left hand with one hand, and the void flicked, and then circled the iron rod, and then a lead, the iron rod stabbed straight towards Shui Wuwei's left back, and stabbed straight into a cedar tree behind Shui Wuwei's left, causing the bark of the fir tree to burst; at the same time, Yang Junwei was also carried by the iron rod to Shui Wuwei, but Shui Wuwei quickly hit several acupuncture points on Yang Junwei's chest a few times, and slapped Yang Junwei's chest with a palm on his back and slapped him out。

Yang Junwei, who was shooting, quickly let go of the iron rod in his hand, and at the same time wanted to fly out of the open space behind him, and finally fell into the dead branches and leaves.

At this time, Shui Wuxuan thought to himself: "What a sturdy foreign guy, that body of muscles and bones is not much worse than the iron rod he took off." ”

"Cough!cough!cough!"

At this time, after Yang Junwei coughed a few times, he no longer got up to make trouble, but tears flowed from his eyes, and then there was a burst of pain: "Ah!!"

Seeing this, Shui Wuwei frowned slightly, then approached Yang Junwei to help him up, and asked, "What happened to you?"

After Yang Junwei stood up with Shui Wuxuan's support, there was no madness on his face, and he replied: "I originally came up to look for a thousand-year-old ginseng to save my Uncle Zhong's 、、、、、、、" At the same time, he roughly explained the situation at home to Shui Wuxuan.