Shaking his head that was shaking and wanting to vomit, Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the three people on the bald ground with resentment, turned around and swayed towards the bottom of the mountain.

I thought I could hear the three secrets, but who would have thought that what I heard was mutual accusations, and they were even more temperamental, saying that they would do it if they were unhappy.

Where does Mao Zhenhuang dare to wait, looking at the northwest camp of Liang State where the anger of injustice fades away, when will he not "go home" at this time.

A journey is not easy to die for!

Mao Zhenhuang, who cherishes his life, has experienced it once, and he doesn't want to experience it for the second time in his life, and in this land of swaying, whoever loves to enter will enter, and he will not even be in the mood to look at it.

If it weren't for the dizziness and nausea of the imposing mind inspired by the power of Youwei, Mao Zhenhuang couldn't wait to grow two feet and four hooves and run down the mountain along this path.

Bang!

The absent-minded Mao Zhenhuang directly fell a enough, maybe his body was too "round", and after landing on the ground, he rolled down the mountain road three times in succession, if he hadn't hit a big tree, it was estimated that the remaining distance might be much faster than walking.

"Whew~~~"

Mao Zhenhuang, who only dared to spin the world, got up with difficulty, and then leaned on the root of the big tree and looked up to the sky for a while, he felt that he had saved twenty-eight years of character, and after the Zhu Guo fell into the belly, it seemed that it had all been lost.

How can he also be a dignified ninefold Heavenly Mandate monk, a player who can build a foundation in one step, and he can still trip when he walks, which is also a slap in the face.

After slowing down for a long time and feeling that his brain was clearer, Mao Zhenhuang stood up and crawled out of the grass to take a look at the place where he had "fallen" just now.

A dead body!

The one lying on his side fell in the middle of the downhill road.

I went up to him and kicked his ass twice, but he didn't move, it was really a dead body.

Mao Zhenhuang frowned and glanced around him, dressed in a Tianqing Sect robe, his face was blue and black, his eyes were bulging, and he didn't seem to have a fatal injury.

"Scared to death?"

Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the mountain, then turned his head to look at the dead body that tripped him up.

In the past four weeks, there have been at least a dozen monks of the five sects who have died like this. It is estimated that he strayed into this land of mangs like him before, and I don't know what illusory scenes I saw that scared life to death.

After understanding the cause of the other party's death, Mao Zhenhuang looked at this person with a big plate of laughter, and the cat lowered his waist and slapped his hands up and down.

You can make a small fortune!

"Stinky and sour! Two Xuanyang crystals, five yellow talismans, this also dares to break into the land of death? If you don't die, who will die? ”

Mao Zhenhuang, who got up, scolded at the monk of the dead corpse of the Heavenly Sect.

Poorer than him!

But fortunately, what comforted him was that there were more than a dozen corpses like this here.

Mao Zhenhuang, who even touched four or five such corpses and saw mosquitoes that had to remove their legs, found a total of eight Xuanjing and twenty-seven yellow talismans.

But when he touched the sixth corpse, Mao Zhenhuang couldn't touch it anymore.

In front of me, a shiny bald head is reflected in a dirt pit under my feet!

"Zhai Bald!"

Mao Zhenhuang threw down the dead body in his hand, and hurriedly jumped into the dirt pit with a roar, pulling away a pile of messy grass, and sure enough, it was Zhai Laoliu's bald man!

Touching the cold body, Mao Zhenhuang probed his nose with trembling hands, and he didn't know if the other party was still panting for a long time.

But even if there is, it is also like a gossamer.

Tearing off the other man's tattered robe, he listened to his heart.

"You won't die like this old thief, God really doesn't open your eyes!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who sensed the other party's weak heartbeat, opened his mouth to spray at his bruised face.

I don't know what this old guy has gone through, but the other party seems to have held his breath and performed the turtle breath technique before his mind was about to collapse, so as to save his own dog's life.

And if Mao Zhenhuang hadn't discovered him, even if this old bald man was holding his breath, it was estimated that he wouldn't be able to last a day.

"Save your old dog, at least three pieces of Xuanyang Jingguang will be wasted on the fat master. ”

Mao Zhenhuang pitifully glanced at the seven or eight Xuanjing that he had just gotten, and complained to Zhai Lao Liu, who was a "dead corpse".

"Dao Sheng said that there is a glimmer of yellow light in the back of my head, if it weren't for this kindness, you old thing probably would have to explain this. "Complaining is complaining, but what should be done is still to be done, digging out two fire cloud charms in a pile of yellow charms, and Mao Zhenhuang casually slapped them on a rotten wooden stake beside him.

There was a crackling sound, and the light of the torch suddenly lit up in front of him.

Zhai Lao Liu was not injured, but fainted to death due to serious mental consumption, and in the cold weather of the near winter, it was cold in the morning and evening, and it was impossible to say how long he stayed in this pit, and the situation of hunger and cold forcing him to be angry was the main one.

Put a big torch to warm his body, and Mao Zhenhuang didn't dare to get too close to the old bald man, so he could only put it in the distance of the torch, and then glanced at the other party's big bald head and drilled into the forest.

After a while, Mao Zhenhuang, who came back, already held a large piece of brown kudzu in his hand.

Looking back at Zhai Laoliu, who was still unconscious, he grabbed the old man's paw and held a piece of Xuanjing in one hand, and then began to boil wild kudzu porridge.

And the rest is to wait, when the two Xuanjing in his hand are consumed, that is when the old bald man wakes up to eat.

Through the only little fireworks in the woods, listening to the bubbling sound of wild kudzu porridge, Mao Zhenhuang didn't know where a lonely mood rose.

There is no deceit, no intrigue, and it is only less than half a mountain away from the flickering military camp at the foot of the mountain, but it is separated from a piece of the world, and it is also separated from the two different situations.

Mao Zhenhuang couldn't help but ask himself, this may be the deep inner reason why he rescued Zhai Lao Liu.

In the depths of his heart, Zhai Laoliu, a bald man, seemed to have subconsciously broken away from the definition of his superiors and became a friend!

Even this old guy has been a lot of tricks on him.

It is not easy for the word "friend" to appear in the head of a monk, because this is the master of a group of people who can hook up in front of each other and stab each other in the back.

But at this moment, the feeling to Mao Zhenhuang is these two words.

"Ahem.... Cough.... Water..... Water...."

Mao Zhenhuang's thoughts were interrupted by a weak cry, and when he looked back, Zhai Laoliu, who was originally a corpse, tilted his head and looked at him weakly.

Turning around and helping the old man up, he picked up his wine gourd and slowly moistened his shriveled lips.

"Fragrant ......"

"It's amazing! I'm going to die, and I can still have a mood to drink the taste. ”

Mao Zhenhuang couldn't help but glance at this old man, this is a person who can live a little more delicate than others no matter how bad his life is.

Since he came to the northwest of Liang to meet him for so many years, the other party is the same.

"Let's have some porridge!"

Zhai Laoliu drank some Mao Zhenhuang's "wine" and his spirit brightened a little, and he raised his finger and pointed to the steaming broken pot on the fire.

"Thirty years old kudzu is hard to find, you old thing is blessed. ”

Filled with a bowl of thick wild kudzu porridge, carefully handed to Zhai Lao Liu's hand, this thing is a good thing, curing yin deficiency and thirst, spleen deficiency and diarrhea, but the taste is a little pungent.

"What, have you found the treasure?" Mao Zhenhuang quipped as he looked at Zhai Laoliu, who was rolling his eyes.

The two Xuanjing are at the bottom, this old thing can't die, and the remaining weak body can only rely on the hot porridge in front of him.

"Bald, I'm a treasure! ”

Zhai Lao Liu, who had made three bowls of thick porridge in a row, had a blue and purple dead man's face flushed, and his gobbling appearance made Mao Zhenhuang's index finger move, and he couldn't help but give himself a bowl and suck it beside this old thing.

"It's a fortune to live for a long time, and you're an old thing like us, so there's no need to fight for that desperate wealth. ”

"Honestly, bald, I have no children and no daughters, I have lived today or tomorrow, and how to live comfortably is the most serious. ”

Zhai Laoliu, who was holding the empty bowl, sighed, a few bowls of wild kudzu porridge were in his stomach, and he was no longer the bald man who was about to die just now, and it was estimated that if he was given a knife, he could cut two or three people at this time.

"Do you want another bowl?" After drinking it, I felt my whole body was hot, and it didn't seem to be much worse than that adult. ”

"A bowl! It's a rare sweetness for my age. Zhai Lao Liu, who was chattering, looked into the broken pot, and after eating so much, he seemed to be a little unsatisfied.

Mao Zhenhuang brought another bowl to this old thing, glanced at him and smiled: "Have you died once?"

"No, I've actually seen it through a long time ago, but this time it's just a ghost!"

With a sigh, Zhai Laoliu, who had a great appetite, suddenly lost his appetite with a bowl.

Emotions seem to be contagious, looking at the bald head who was a little depressed, Mao Zhenhuang was also stunned for a while.

At this time, the military camp of Liang Guo under the mountain has also been curling with smoke, and the green smoke floating straight up to the sky will set off a layer of hazy night stars, and the haze brings bursts of rice fragrance.

Mao Zhenhuang smelled the vague smell that ran into his nose, and knew that it must be rice with stewed salty wild vegetables!

And this kind of taste that has been eaten for 12 years cannot be remembered in just a few days.

glanced at the wild kudzu porridge that was a little cold in his hand, held it in his hand and sucked it hard, even if the taste was a little spicy, and there was no salt at all, Mao Zhenhuang also felt that this bowl of porridge was sweeter than the food in the barracks.

Because at this moment, he somehow remembered a passage from a book he had read in the Guanlou Sect Library Pavilion when he was a child, which made him remember it vividly.

"In the passing years, once upon a time

Step on the faint fragrance and seek for freedom!"

At that time, I didn't understand what the word freedom was, and I found that after I did, there was no such thing.

But it's okay!

This journey of life has been delayed for only 12 years, not a lifetime!

This made him very excited, even if the kudzu porridge in his hand was not so delicious.