The mountain rain was hazy, like a weave like fog. The mountain breeze swept the water vapor, and everywhere swayed the coolness that penetrated the bone marrow.

In the drizzle, the mountains and forests are green, and the wild grasses are fragrant. The misty rain gathered under the grass into small runoffs that meandered down the hillside and converged in a small puddle not far away.

In the small puddle, the water was muddy, and the thin raindrops hit the water, stirring up a little spray. In the puddle, there is a human object that rises and falls above the water, appearing and disappearing.

"Hey, grandpa, what do you think that's that?" In the distance, two granddaughters, an old man and a young man, came out of the mountain forest, and the granddaughter had sharp eyes, and soon noticed the abnormality in the puddle, and pointed loudly at the puddle and shouted.

"Well, it seems to be a thing, it can't be a drowning animal in the mountains and forests! It looks like it's not small, maybe it's a wild boar!" The old man's eyes were obviously not as good as his granddaughter's, and he looked in the direction his granddaughter pointed, but he only saw a long black dot. So he nodded and said, "Go and see, if you really drowned, maybe you can pick it up!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I didn't dig up ginseng, so I can carry a wild boar back!" the little granddaughter slapped and happily agreed. Then he quickly straightened his robe, pulled up his trouser legs a little higher, revealing a white onion-like calf, and quickly crossed his grandfather and ran towards the puddle.

"Ahh While hurrying forward, he asked anxiously from afar: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Yes, it's a dead man, a dead man!" the little granddaughter turned white with fright, and quickly fled backwards as if hiding behind her grandfather.

"Silly girl, what is there to be afraid of this dead man!" the old man patted his granddaughter on the shoulder amusementously and comforted him in a low voice.

I thought it was a wild boar that drowned, but I didn't expect it to be a dead man. It seems that this trip is destined to be fruitless!

The old man was obviously a little disappointed!

"This man is as dead as a lamp going out, there is nothing to be afraid of! I'll go and see, if my good granddaughter is afraid, just wait here for grandpa!" the old man smiled.

"This life is impermanent, and I can't tell when it will be gone. This is also a poor man, who died in this barren mountain and forest, and there was not even a person to collect the body. Now that we've bumped into each other, let's pick it up and find a place to bury it!

"Grandpa, I think we'd better go! This place feels eerie in broad daylight, so cute!" the little granddaughter said as she pulled the corner of her grandfather's clothes.

"Silly girl, what is there to be afraid of in broad daylight!" the old man patted his granddaughter's little head disapprovingly. Then, despite the dissuasion of his granddaughter, he walked into the depths of the puddle.

"Grandpa, be careful!" the little granddaughter shouted uneasily, seeing that her grandfather was really ready to go into the water, she hurriedly admonished.

"It's nothing! The big rivers are coming, can you drown in the little water baby?" the old man smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and resolutely walked towards the middle of the puddle.

A small shallow puddle is indeed difficult for the old man. After a while, the old man pulled the corpse and dragged him ashore!

"It seems that it is still from a rich family. Although the material of this clothes is tattered, my old man has lived so long and has never seen this kind of material!" The old man followed his granddaughter and looked at the corpse he had scooped up.

"He's so good-looking!" the little granddaughter didn't have time to look at other people's clothes, but lived with the appearance of the deceased.

"Yes, it's a pity, there are no calluses on my hands, and at first glance I don't look like an ordinary person. I don't know what I did, but I died here. It shouldn't be!" the old man sighed and said to himself a little strangely.

"Huh!" the little granddaughter suddenly exclaimed.

"He's not dead, he's not dead, I just saw his fingers move" The little granddaughter's eyes widened, and her fingers trembled a little as she pointed to the corpse at her feet.

"It's all stupid!" the old man was startled by his granddaughter and quickly interrupted.

"Really, really!" Before the old man could finish speaking, the little granddaughter had already squatted down, put her finger on the nostrils of the "deceased", and cautiously probed her nose. Then, as if he had discovered a new world, he exclaimed in surprise: "Really, really, he is not dead, and he is still angry!"

The old man's face changed when he heard this, and he quickly bent down and even stretched his fingers carefully over. sighed and said, "It's really still angry." This is a problem!"

Thatched huts, earthen walls, simple furniture, and a patched quilt on the kang.

The sun was shining just right outside, and a warm ray of sunlight was shining through the torn window paper, finally adding a ray of bright color to the dim and dilapidated room.

The first thing Zhou Cheng saw when he woke up was such a simple and surprising house. I still wondered in my heart: "What kind of place is this? Is there still such a poor family?"

It's just that Zhou Cheng has just woken up, not only is he extremely depressed. Moreover, the Lingtai Zhihai is still hazy, chaotic like a mess.

What's worse is that the dantian qi sea is empty. The whole body was also like a fire, and Zhou Cheng, who was in pain in an instant, broke out in a cold sweat.

After a while, Zhou Cheng fainted again.

Before I fell unconscious, I was still thinking, "Where is Poor Dao? Is Poor Dao dreaming?"

When Zhou Cheng woke up again, the first thing he saw was a small face, and there was a pair of big black and white eyes looking at him with curiosity.

"Wow, big brother, are you finally awake?" The little girl saw Zhou Cheng open her eyes, and immediately said happily. Then he turned around and brought a big bowl of black soup and said, "Drink him quickly, this is what I and my grandfather have been looking for in the mountains for a long time before I picked it."

"Ahem!" Zhou Cheng was just about to speak, but he had already coughed it out first, and then he was shocked to realize that his throat was like a fire, where could he still speak. ”

Zhou Cheng couldn't speak, so he could only look at the black unknown object in the bowl, and then look at the little girl in front of him who was obviously dressed like an ancient.

Suddenly his face was shocked, and his mind suddenly became even more chaotic.

Zhou Cheng hurriedly used all his strength to move back, ignoring the injuries on his body.

Such a large bowl of unknown substance. Where did Zhou Cheng dare to drink?

When the little girl saw Zhou Cheng's hesitant appearance, she still refused to open her mouth, and she immediately became angry.

I and my grandfather worked hard over the mountains and mountains, and the herbs they picked were disgusted.

When he made a small face and grabbed Zhou Cheng, he had the momentum of Pan Jinlian pouring Wu Dalang back then, and forcefully poured a large bowl of soup medicine into Zhou Cheng's mouth.

Zhou Chenghao didn't choke to death on the spot.

At this moment, Zhou Cheng only felt that his whole body had turned into a coptis chinensis, and there was no place where it was not bitter.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Chengcai fell asleep again groggily.

Maybe it's really the mountain herbs that are working, or maybe they're slowly repairing the injuries in their bodies. When Zhou Cheng woke up again, not only did the pain on his body disappear a lot, but even Lingtai Zhihai was finally not as messy as before.

The only thing that frightened Zhou Cheng in his heart was that the dantian qi sea was still empty, and there was no breath at all!