After that, there was nothing more to say, Hong Zhenwu lay on the ground and rested for a while, and when he regained his strength, he got dressed, and then left the small mountain bag and went to the place where he stayed.

When Yang Lin and the boy saw this scene, they didn't dare to delay, hurriedly turned around and left, and returned to the place where they stayed first.

Not long after Yang Lin and the boy came back, Hong Zhenwu also came back.

As soon as he came back, he immediately went to check on the condition of Yang Lin and the boy, and after finding that there was no problem, he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally Hong Zhenwu secretly kissed the boy's little face, and then went back to sleep satisfied.

However, the boy was the victim, but he secretly scolded Hong Zhenwu, secretly scolding this bastard for being really a pervert, and even doing such a thing as a night attack, which is simply unreasonable.

Yang Lin was in no mood to pay attention to the boy's thoughts at this time, he was constantly thinking about things in his heart, because of the poisonous skills that Hong Zhenwu had cultivated before, Yang Lin found that he was very familiar with it, as if he had seen it somewhere.

But this is just a general impression, no matter how Yang Lin thinks about it, but he can't think of a reason, and in the end, in desperation, Yang Lin can only put this matter aside for the time being, and ignore it for the time being.

The next day, Yang Lin, Tong Zi, and Hong Zhenwu all got up early in the morning, and the acting skills of the three were good, all of them were very calm, and they didn't see anything unusual at all, as if what happened last night really didn't happen.

And together, Hong Zhenwu immediately hugged the boy in his arms, such a scene, Yang Lin was already surprised, anyway, the victim was not himself, Yang Lin could only let the boy ask for more blessings.

The boy is depressed, he regrets it now, he knew it would be like this, so last night he simply shot and captured Hong Zhenwu, so that he would not have to suffer these crimes again.

But now it's too late to regret it, and the boy can only swallow his anger now.

After breakfast, Hong Zhenwu began to collect medicine all over the mountains, the boy was held in his arms, and Yang Lin followed silently, secretly paying attention to Hong Zhenwu's every move.

Looking at it, Yang Lin was a little curious, because most of the many herbs picked by Hong Zhenwu were actually Yang Lin had never seen them, and he was curious, Yang Lin didn't hold back, and asked very simply: "Uncle Hong, what kind of famous herbs are yours, why are there many that I haven't seen before." ”

Hearing this, Hong Zhenwu suddenly smiled proudly, and he said in a proud tone: "Of course, my Ten Thousand Poison Valley is not only the ancestor of poison, but also the most complete place in the world of medicine scriptures, many inconspicuous things in the eyes of outsiders are actually life-saving medicines, but the world has eyes and beads, and they can't recognize it." ”

This made Yang Lin roll his eyes when he heard this, because Hong Zhenwu said this to him, but Yang Lin was not so stingy, and directly regarded it as not hearing it, and did not go to see Hong Zhenwu in general.

Yang Lin pointed to a small red, green and blue flower and asked, "What the hell is this? It looks strange, it looks like it is poisonous." ”

Hong Zhenwu said: "This is called Little Cuilian, it is a strange species that grows next to the swampy land, and it was originally just an ordinary flower, but my predecessors in the Ten Thousand Poison Valley have researched a formula, as long as the Little Cuilian is matched with several herbs, then it can produce bizarre effects, so this Little Cuilian is a rare medicine for my Ten Thousand Poison Valley." ”

Hearing this, not only Yang Lin's face was surprised, but even the boy opened his mouth slightly, and then couldn't help but say: "Then Uncle Hong, can you tell me the formula, I promise to keep it secret and never spread it." ”

Hong Zhenwu shook his head very dryly and said: "I'm sorry Xiao Yong, Uncle Hong can't promise you, those formulas are the treasures of our Ten Thousand Poison Valley, no matter who they are, they must not be passed on, otherwise the consequences will be quite serious, at least they will be cut off from their hands and feet, or they will be directly executed, the consequences are too serious, Uncle Hong, I dare not disobey them." ”

Hearing this, Yang Lin and the boy glanced at each other without a trace, and they were a little unconvinced, but although they thought so, neither of them showed it, and they were very cooperative and showed a surprised look.

After that, the three of them skipped this topic and no longer talked about herbal medicine, but talked about some interesting anecdotes on the rivers and lakes.

And most of this process is Yang Lin is saying, Hong Zhenwu has been staying in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons all the year round, and when he rarely goes out, the news is naturally not well-informed, and many things that everyone knows on the rivers and lakes, but when he comes here, he doesn't know anything, for a while, he listens to it with relish and sighs again and again.

The boy is because he wants to pretend to be a good child, and the more flaws he has, the more he will be suspicious, so the boy can only be a good baby, and most of the time he is honest, but the boy is suffocated.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon half a day passed.

After observing for a long time, Yang Lin found that although Hong Zhenwu was circling around, as if he was aimless, Yang Lin calculated carefully, and concluded that Hong Zhenwu had always been in a circle around the hill where the small waterhole was located, and he had never gone far.

This discovery suddenly made Yang Lin secretly sneer, and sure enough, as he thought, Hong Zhenwu came out of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley this time, and the collection of medicine was just incidental, and the real purpose was to secretly cultivate the poison skill.

It seems that that small waterhole is a rare good thing, if it weren't for that, Hong Zhenwu wouldn't be sneaking around like this.

You must know that after Hong Zhenwu finished practicing the poison skill, he would be paralyzed all over the body, almost without the power to resist, according to normal circumstances, Hong Zhenwu should have brought out a fellow disciple to protect the Dharma for him, but Hong Zhenwu did not do this, but sneaked out to practice alone, it can be seen that the poisonous skill practiced by Hong Zhenwu, even in the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, is also a taboo and other kind of exercises, once Hong Zhenwu's cultivation of this set of poisonous skills leaks out, then the small waterhole may also be exposed, and at that time, most of the upper layers of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley will intervene, or even confiscate the small waterhole。

Yang Lin guessed like this in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more excited Yang Lin became, if he could figure out the specific use of that small pool, he would make his skills go further.

This is a very possible thing, after all, based on the scene I saw last night, that small waterhole is most likely some naturally formed spiritual spring, and if you take it for yourself, then there are many benefits.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin's eyes slowly narrowed, and an idea gradually formed in his mind.

(End of chapter)