Pure yang has two poles, and yin and yang cut dusk.

Yin and Yang have dual swords, Yuqing Xuanming, and Hongling Zhenxian.

The cathode is yang, the anode produces yin, and the taiji is two-instrumental. The two swords of yin and yang were originally symbols of the two veins of pure yang, but since the sword god betrayed pure yang twenty years ago, Yuqing Xuanming and Hongling Town Immortal Heaven were on their own side, and they no longer wanted to see each other. never thought that the first thing they would see when they saw each other twenty years later would be a rivalry. Although the salamander service has no bloody scene, it is difficult to give people a profound impression, but from the back of the game to the front, some of the meaning it carries is a thousand times better than the battle itself.

Whether it is in the green shirt, in the white robe, in Mo Xian, Mo Yan, and even Tang Xiaotang, as well as some people who are temporarily unspeakable. The turn of the salamander's service is like a spring breeze gently blowing across the earth, awakening the seeds in the mud from their slumber, and then blooming with the endless light hidden in their fate.

Is it fate, or is it providential?

I'm afraid the immortals can't explain it clearly.

The tenth day after the salamander's service.

The sky is clear and clear, and the wind blows and the clouds swell, and the dark clouds gather and disperse.

It was on this day that a ray of light hidden for twenty years was the first to be alarmed...

Salamander.

In the past ten days, without the news of the battle in Yumu Village, the wolf smoke is in the air, and the entire Fangcun Mountain Range has become very quiet. Only from time to time, thunderclouds suddenly gathered in the firmament, but there was no rain, and the weather became cloudy and uncertain, which was quite strange.

The salamander army was defeated, resulting in almost all the men and horses in Xia Xun's hands dying. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Xia Xun and his party stayed in the ravine of Salamander Ze and rested for ten days. Every day, apart from ordering people to go to the rivers to catch fish, go to the mountains to dig birds' eggs, and make a few delicious dishes to fill their stomachs, they can only take care of sleeping. Falling asleep, it seems that he wants to make up for all the sleep he didn't sleep before, and he doesn't know when the sun rises and sets, and when it will be. slept until the eighth day, and Xia Xun had some inexplicable movements...

He did something very strange.

Collecting medicine, crushing medicine, grinding medicine...

From the early morning of the eighth day, Xia Xun led Jia Haoren, Bai Xiu, Dushao, Wuteng, Wulan, and Luo Jue to ride fast horses and run to the mountains and forests hundreds of miles away to collect various medicinal materials. And the strange thing is that Huang Qi just sent them a whole three mountains of medicine. And after a big defeat, Xia Xun now has only fifty people in his hands. It stands to reason that fifty people use Sanshan medicinal materials, even if they are used to take a bath, they can soak for a year and a half, so why do they need to go into the mountains to collect medicine by themselves?

But Xia Xun is so inexplicable...

And his strange movement confused the people who were secretly staring at him. When things go wrong, there must be demons, this is the subconscious thought given by many people after learning about Xia Xun's actions.

It's just that what kind of demon is this demon?

He wants so many medicinal herbs, what does he want to do?

No one can tell...

At night, crickets chirp, and the moon floats clouds.

The night of Salamander Ze is particularly lonely, and the bare rocky mountains can be seen endlessly. The whirring night wind, blowing through the forks of the mountain stream corridor, gradually evolved into a poignant sound similar to the roar of an animal.

In the distance, the flames could be faintly seen among the mountain passes. There are thousands of people left behind by Yu Youran. For this gang of strongmen, Xia Xun has never had the idea of rebellion, because this is not what a gentleman says, and Yu Youran dares to leave people behind, he must be sure to hold the hearts and livers of these people, so Xia Xun is not good at finding himself boring.

Looking east and west, half of the more than ten small caves on the side of Salamander Mountain have been turned off, and there are only a few people living there. At this time, the other side of the newt mountain on the opposite side has a lot of affectionate taste. Mo Xian and Mo Yan stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the moon, they had been standing there for a long time, but they had been watching quietly for a long time, and they didn't see them turning over their stingy mouths. Indifferent people are always boring, wasting their romantic time in a stuffy gourd. Compared with these two sticks, the two people who set up a bonfire on the mountainside of the newt to burn pheasants are much more interesting.

Bai Xiu and Xia Hou really seem to have some inexplicable questions. They were in front of the campfire, one carrying a wooden thorn and a few birds to roast the fire. Hee-hee-ha, big grin, and happy to eat. Seeing their laughing appearance, Xia Xun couldn't help but want to laugh along. is not afraid of danger, laughs and is lonely, life is like this, but it can be free. But then again, Bai Xiu and Xiahou are actually quite right, at least their temperaments and hobbies are so compatible. Chic and chic, do not seek fame and fortune. Feel free and carefree, and call him the king of heaven. It's more intriguing than the ink words with the ink leisure...

"Sasha..."

Salamander belly.

The vegetation is sparse, and it is scribbled by the moonlight.

A cool breeze brings a hint of wilderness nature.

The faint ink fragrance mixed with the faint medicinal fragrance entwined the tender thoughts, and a figure was pulled thin and long by the dark light. Looking at the four figures on the opposite hill, Xia Xun gently dropped the brush and wrote the last sentence on the snow-white letterhead...

Since entering Beijing, his life has been very unpleasant, but even if it is not going well, he and Peony have never stopped correspondence. What happened every day, Xia Xun would pick out the bones, tell them in a relatively relaxed tone into a small note, and then let the blue bird send it to the south. This should be regarded as his comfort to himself.

"Sasha..."

Once the letter is written, set aside and allow time to dry the ink.

The wind was suddenly cold, and it got up suddenly, blowing away the sad green silk and scattering it on the face. I raised my head slightly, but I saw the night sky above the nine heavens, and I don't know where a dark cloud drifted in with the wind, like a devil's claw, gradually obscuring the face of the bright moon.

"Huh..."

"Why did it suddenly change again?"

Looking at the clouds that suddenly gathered on his head, Xia Xun couldn't help but feel strange in his heart. But there are unforeseen storms and clouds in the sky, clear skies, torrential rain and thunder and lightning in the blink of an eye, all of which are common things. Therefore, Xia Xun didn't think much about it, just took a slightly heavier stone and pressed the letterhead, then turned around and sorted the herbs picked during the day one by one.

There are really a lot of these herbs, such as bezoar, Huaishan, rhubarb, wolfberry, mint, cloves, etc., not to mention a hundred and ten kinds, which are piled up into a small hill. The curative effects also range from stopping bleeding, nourishing the body, strengthening the nerves, replenishing qi, to driving rheumatism, regulating the spleen and stomach, reducing bruises and swelling, and there are even many crotons. Could it be that a layman can't understand Xia Xun's thoughts, after all, so many medicinal herbs are drummed together, even the most experienced Lang Zhong is confused. Who knows if Xia Xun is preparing to kill the Quartet, or just in case?

It's just that in fact, Xia Xun himself also has a headache about this...

Although he understands pharmacology, he is not very profound, and compared with the little girl with peony in the south of the sky, it is even worse. Such a mess of medicinal materials are all hard to mix according to the recipe he wrote based on peony. As the saying goes, it is three parts of poison, and one hundred and ten types of drugs are mixed indiscriminately, and the slightest carelessness can kill people. But Xia Xun has no other choice, and the seriously injured body should be heavily medicated. If he can't drum out what is in his heart before the fifth bell rings, then he will have to be bullied again...

"Sasha..."

The leaves return to the leaves, the stems return to the stems, and the roots are lost at both ends.

While thinking, he hastily categorized the herbs. Xia Xun took out a wooden basin and a wooden mallet from the cave, then poured a scoop of green beans into the wooden basin and crushed it vigorously...

The wind is getting cooler, the wind is thinning, and the crisp cracking sound renders the loneliness even more desolate.

The dreary air seemed to be brewing a torrential rain.

And the weather tonight is indeed weird, more depressing than in previous days. The dark clouds at the zenith of Salamander Ze had been gathering for a long time, and Xia Xun thought that a heavy rain would fall soon, but when he had divided all the herbs, he didn't even see a drop of water. It's just that the dull air makes people feel more and more suffocated, as if God is sulking, wanting to scold but can't scold in the face.

"Tsk..."

Maybe it's the dull air that makes it hard to sleep. In the third hole in the right abdomen of Salamander Mountain, an oil lamp suddenly lit up. Then there was the sound of sparse clothes.

In a short time, a small figure came out of the cave with an oil lamp.

It's the little monk...