Saying that this pine and cypress and the voice in the bamboo forest, when talking, this bamboo leaf green, slowly ran to his back, saw that the distance was close, so he opened his mouth and flew to the back of his neck. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This pine and cypress heard a strange sound behind him, so he turned his head, looked at this bamboo leaf green, was running towards him, hurriedly swung the sword but it was too late, this poisonous snake bit on the left side of the neck, painful he grabbed it, fell to the ground fiercely, moved a few times, and then there was no movement.

Songbai felt that his head began to dizzy, and a cold air rushed to his chest, so he stretched out his index finger and middle finger to cover the acupuncture points on his chest.

When the pine and cypress woke up, the sun had already shone on the bedside, the birds were chirping in the bamboo forest, and a beautiful flower butterfly was resting on the windowsill, constantly flapping its wings, opening and closing, and the fragrance of flowers outside the house floated close to the house.

Songbai shook his head, still feeling a little drowsy, a few cold breaths on his body, wandering in the body, sometimes repulsing, sometimes fused together, and then dispersed for a while, the masculine true qi in the body, is it much weaker.

The birds and flowers outside the window were refreshing, and the pine and cypress got up, slowly got out of bed and dressed neatly, pushed open the door, and a burst of sunlight sprinkled into the house, forcing him to quickly block his eyes with his hands, and wait for a while to get used to it, and then go out.

In the quiet bamboo forest, sometimes bamboo leaves fall down, and a breeze blows, which makes people feel a lot more comfortable.

Songbai pulled out the golden sword in his hand to break the sky, danced wildly in the bamboo forest, the sweat on his forehead dripped down his face, and then he put the sword into the sheath, put the golden sword on the stone table, sat down on the stone bench, and looked at everything around him.

The sunlight spilled down from the cracks in the bamboo leaves, forming circles of light on the ground, and the pine and cypress wiped the sweat on their foreheads with their sleeves, and listened to the sound of the wind in the bamboo forest.

Suddenly, a voice came from the air, and Song Bai looked up, but he never saw a figure, only heard his words: "Your injury, I can't do anything, let's go back quickly, find your master's mysterious real person, and see what is the magic recipe for rejuvenation, I am a poor donkey! Also, don't tell others, you have seen me in this forest, I won't kill you, just because your master is kind to me, you can go!"

Songbai saw a white shadow, flashed, and the bamboo forest returned to calm, so he stood up and was about to go to the wooden house, but saw that the ground was full of poisonous snakes blocking the way, so he had to shake his head and bow goodbye to the wooden house.

When the pine and cypress came to the front yard, the incense burner was still lit, but the desktop was unusually clean, as if it had just been wiped.

The pine and cypress then ran to the door, only to see the sun shining outside, the golden light in the rice field, sometimes the breeze blows, and the rice waves are surging with the wind.

There were hardly any people in the rice paddies around here, perhaps because of the haunting, or because the sun was too hot, and no one knew the real answer.

The pine and cypress stood under the scorching sun, blocked the sunlight with their sleeves, and went back step by step, I don't know how long I walked, and saw someone selling tea on the roadside, so I went into the tea shed and put the golden sword on this table.

The tea seller was a white-haired old man, so he came over with a smile, wiped the table and asked, "This guest officer, the weather is very hot, why don't you come to a bowl of Kuding tea from us, do you think it's feasible?"

Songbai took out the broken silver from his arms, nodded with a smile on his face and agreed: "Thank you, uncle, I will ask you, are there any officials passing by here?"

The old man put down the man in his hand, pondered for a while, and said: "This place is remote, that is, there are most people in the nearby market, and I don't seem to have seen the official errand you said." ”

Song Bai thought badly: "Could it be that all these yamen are quick to catch and ask for that person's life?

The merchant who was drinking tea next to him stood up, put the tea on the table, and walked towards the outside of the shed, saying to Songbai as he walked: "You said that this official errand seems to have been seen in Lizhuang yesterday, isn't it the way you go? I guess you can't catch up, and you have already returned to the city yesterday." ”

Songbai picked up this big bowl of tea, drank it in a big gulp, only felt surprisingly bitter, and just wanted to spit it out, the old man stepped forward to stop him and said: "This tea is very bitter in the mouth, but after drinking, it will have a sweet aftertaste, don't believe you try it?"

Songbai forcibly drank this bowl of tea, and sure enough, it was bitter and difficult to swallow in the mouth, but it was extremely cool to drink, and there was a fragrance, a trace of sweet aftertaste in the mouth.

Songbai seemed to taste the sweetness, so he drank the bowl of tea in a big gulp, patted the table and said: "Uncle! Hahahaha!"

The white-haired old man came over with a smile, holding a teapot in his hand, and slowly filled it for the pine and cypress.

The bearded man in the lead entered the tea shed alone, and the rest of the people behind took off their straw hats one after another, fanned the wind in their hands, and under the scorching sun, they did not come in to rest and drink tea, and kept wandering around the wheelbarrow.

The white-haired old man then came over, and while pouring tea for the bearded man, he asked: "It's too hot this weather, why don't those guest officers outside come in to avoid the department, and there is something wrong with them, how can you push the cart later?"

The bearded man slapped the table and scolded loudly: "What do you have to do with them if they can't get in? Inquire about what you should inquire about, what you shouldn't ask, you'd better shut up, or a businessman who runs the rivers and lakes, don't you understand this rule?"

Everyone looked back, and the white-haired old man poured tea and left, and the bearded man roared angrily: "What do you see? Drink your own tea, and get out of here if it's okay."

Everyone turned around, bowed their heads and drank tea silently, in this originally low and narrow tea shed, a gust of wind blew, raising bursts of dust, everyone used their sleeves to cover their eyes, and after the wind and sand passed, the beard fell under the table.

Everyone gathered around, and some of them were bold enough to feel his pulse, and then they shouted, "Damn, there is a lawsuit! This man is dead!"

Everyone dispersed at once, and some of them had already rushed to the door, and these strong men who were pushing carts outside the house, hearing the sound inside, opened the curtain woven by the bamboo mat, came in with steel knives in their hands, and looked at everyone angrily.

"What's the matter? Who killed my boss? If you don't tell me today, no one will want to leave!" The strong men with steel knives pointed at everyone with knives and roared angrily.

The man in the green shirt bent down, touched the bearded neck, shook his head and said, "It's already out of breath, it is estimated that it should be the people in this house, all of them will be arrested, and no one will be spared." ”

These men with steel knives in their carts drove everyone aside, and the men in green shirts saw Songbai, so they came over and said, "This is the official, right? The boss of my family let people be mutilated to death, you should be a witness on the spot, right?"

Songbai wanted to stand up, but a bright steel knife had reached his neck......