With an injury on his back, Fengyun didn't dare to be careless, he didn't know whether the descendants of the traverser were considered people of this era. If it counts, it may be the ancestor of a certain surname in the future, and if it doesn't, then what is it? a genetic fragment that has been abandoned in history?

In any case, after all, it is a human life, and Fengyun will naturally not sit idly by, and will travel day and night, rushing towards the Crutch Mountain.

It is said to be Crutch Mountain, Fengyun only found out after comparing the map that the so-called Crutch Mountain is the Cinch-shaped Mountain on the map.

Lung Ying-tai's condition was not good, and the prolonged bleeding and wound infection caused him to develop a fever on the first night. Although the wound was no longer bleeding, the wooden spear inside was constantly wearing down his wound, and the already unclean soil made his wound begin to become infected. The body's spontaneous immune mechanism kept his high fever going, and after falling asleep, he kept talking nonsense, and Fengyun had to stop every step of the way to cool him down with water, which slowed down their marching speed.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, although after crossing the mountain, you can see the top of the crutch mountain, but Fengyun and his party walked for four days before they entered the range of the crutch mountain.

In the north of Crutch Mountain, Fengyun carried Long Yingtai to a lake, put him by the lake, picked up the water and washed his face.

He barely rested these days, Long Yingtai had a fever, and he had to use water to help him cool down at night, and he slept for a total of seven or eight hours in four days, and he was really tired enough.

When he arrived at the lake, Long Yingtai was in a better state, he sat on the stone by the lake, stretched out his hand to pick up the water and scrub the stains on his face.

After washing his face, he seemed to be much more energetic, pointed to the long striped fish swimming in the shallow water on the shore, and said to Fengyun with a smile: "You can catch some fish to eat, this is a specialty of our Walking Stick Mountain, and eating it can cure the plague." ”

"Really?" Fengyun looked towards the shallow water, and one of the slender fish swam and looked closely, and the fish still had a mouth as sharp as a thin needle.

Long Yingtai said with a smile: "What my mother said, I don't know if it's true or not, I just know that it tastes good, and eating more fish is also good for the body." ”

Fengyun was noncommittal, and said with a smile: "That's okay, we'll cook a pot of fish soup at noon, and in the afternoon, let's go directly into the mountain." ”

Long Yingtai also meant this, he held on to the ground and gasped twice, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for you." ”

Fengyun waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's okay! you can say more good things for me in front of your father, and take care of me, a newcomer." ”

Long Yingtai's expression was a little unnatural, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also flashed a trace of bitterness, and he didn't answer.

Big fish are easy to catch, small fish are difficult to catch, in the absence of fishing nets, Fengyunkong has a fishing and hunting ability, but can only use the stupidest way.

According to the old method, a dam was made of stones, and when the fish were driven into the dam, they had to be slaughtered.

After burning the fish soup, Fengyun only made it for him and Long Yingtai, and Gray Liu'er and Xiaowei didn't like the soup and water, so Fengyun roasted the remaining dried meat for them to eat.

After drinking a bowl of hot soup, Long Yingtai's spirit was also better, and after Gray Liu'er and Xiaowei had eaten, several people got up again and prepared to set off.

Gray Liu'er's spirit is a little depressed, these days she has to carry Long Yingtai on her back, and she has to carry all the luggage. Xiaowei is limited by his body, so he can only carry some soft goods that are not afraid of falling, and most of the food is still to be carried by her. When she was resting at night, Fengyun saw her rubbing her shoulders, where two red marks had been drawn by the bark rope.

"Hold on a little longer, it'll be there soon. Fengyun comforted Gray Liu'er, and put two bundles of the thinnest bark rope on her shoulders, which could play a little isolating effect.

Carrying the wooden jar full of water in his hand, Fengyun helped Gray Liu'er carry the clay jar and continued towards the mountain.

In the afternoon, Long Yingtai's condition suddenly worsened, his forehead was burning, Fengyun probably sweated a little after drinking hot soup, and caught a cold. In order to speed up, Fengyun simply let Gray Liu'er and Xiaowei follow behind slowly, and he started to speed up the road with his walking skills, and finally arrived in the forest below the mountain before dark.

The upward road was even more difficult, and the slopes on the Fengyun side were relatively gentle, but there were also thirty or forty degrees, not to mention that he was carrying a person on his back. The use of several brisk walks has exhausted his physical strength, and he can only climb with his hands and feet, but after climbing for an hour, he can only come up to a distance of less than a kilometer.

Long Yingtai was a little confused, and his whole body was very hot. The range of action of climbing the mountain was relatively large, and the blood oozing from Long Yingtai's wound continued to adhere to Fengyun's back, and was torn open by the big movement, and the wound burst again and again. At first, he still reacted a little, but the more he burned later, the more confused he became, and after the wound was torn, he could only be heard snorting twice.

Holding on to the tree trunk beside him, Fengyun raised his eyes and looked down at the top of the mountain, his eyes were a little sore from sweat, he reached out and wiped it, he gasped and asked, "How are you? How far are you?

Long Yingtai was hot, his head couldn't be raised, and he said vaguely: "I...... It's so uncomfortable...... It's so cold, I'm going to die......"

"Don't talk nonsense! It's almost there, you show me the way!" Fengyun said angrily.

There was no movement behind him, Fengyun turned his head to look, but saw that he closed his eyes, his breathing was dull, and he fainted directly.

No, this guy really has to hang up like this. At the beginning, the reason why Fengyun saved him was not only because he suspected that he was a time-traveler, but also because a large part of the reason was to prevent him from maintaining the system's space-time line in case he was not a time-traveler. However, he still did not want to see a living person die in front of him like this.

Laboriously put him on the ground, Fengyun poured the last bit of water from the wooden jar on his face, pinched and slapped him, and finally called him back to his soul.

Long Yingtai opened his eyes in a daze, Fengyun picked him up, and asked, "Hold on, tell me quickly, how do you find your house?"

Long Yingtai identified the direction with difficulty, and said weakly: "Go straight up from here, find the largest ginkgo tree, untie the rope on the tree, and pull the ...... three times."

"Do you want to be so complicated when you go home?" Fengyun couldn't help but complain, Long Yingtai rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Fengyun was a little helpless, but finally knew the destination. Picking up Long Yingtai again, he climbed up the hill with difficulty.

Halfway up the mountain, on a gentle slope, lush trees grew luxuriantly, Fengyun fought hard, carried Long Yingtai to the largest ginkgo tree in the middle, and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Even if the motor system reaches 12, he is only physically stronger than ordinary people, and he has not yet reached the inhuman existence of Li Greed, and this trip almost cost him half his life.

Now is not the time to rest, Fengyun got up and circled the tree several times before finding the rope that Long Yingtai said.

The rough feel resembles hemp rope, hidden in the branches and leaves at the half-height of the tree, and the top leads to the treetops, where you can't see what is connected to it under the obscuration of the leaves.

Fengyun really didn't have the strength to climb up and check, untied the rope, stood in the distance, and pulled hard.

Poop!

The sound of gold and iron came from the top of the treetops, and there was a buzzing echo, which sounded a little like the bell of a temple, but it was a little smaller and shorter than that.

Startled by the sudden sound of gold, the ginkgo tree swayed among the branches and leaves, and suddenly, a frightened squirrel ran down the hemp rope he had pulled up. Halfway through the run, the squirrel saw the wind and clouds, braked sharply, and ran upwards again.

Fengyun used hemp rope to block the branches and leaves, squinted his eyes and looked up, and searched for a long time before he saw something black like a bell through the gap. There was a hemp rope tied to the tongue of the bell inside, and it went down to Fengyun's hand.

"It's quite hidden. Fengyun muttered. Long Yingtai said that he wanted to pull it three times, and he reached out and pulled it twice.

Phew!

After two sounds, Fengyun sat on the ground, wiping his sweat and looking around, it should be about the same, right?

Untied the wooden jar and poured it into his mouth, the inside was empty, and Fengyun remembered that he had just poured Long Yingtai's face.

Depressed and throwing the wooden jar aside, Fengyun sighed and muttered, "It's really self-inflicted!"

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the sake of his father who was a traverser countryman, Fengyun would not be willing to spend this old nose saddling before and after the horse! I don't know what year the traverser dad came from, should he call him uncle or grandson thief......

Boom!

A feather arrow plunged straight between Fengyun's split legs, deep into the ground, and the powerful force shook the tail feathers at the back end of the trembling!

Fengyun was startled, stretched out his hand to support the ground, and was about to get up, but he didn't expect the second feather arrow to shoot directly into his fingers, and the crumbling earth hit his fingers a little painfully, but the arrow didn't hurt him at all.

"Don't move! or the next arrow will go through your throat!" a voice sounded, but it was difficult to distinguish the direction it was coming from.

Fengyun stopped his movements and said cautiously: "Don't be impulsive, I didn't do anything!"

"Who are you? Did you pull the rope?" the voice asked.

Fengyun cautiously pointed to Long Yingtai who was lying on the ground on the side, and said: "I am Fengyun, what, that rope was asked him to pull, his name is Long Yingtai, do you know?"

As soon as these words came out, the voice fell silent, Fengyun did not move, waited quietly, and paid attention to the west, and the arrow was shot from that direction.

A moment later, behind a pine tree to the south, a figure slowly stood up, holding a bow full of strings in his hand, and slowly walked towards him.

Fengyun looked over, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. The visitor looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a middle-parted hairstyle, a bookish look, and most importantly, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose!

The man looked at the wind and clouds vigilantly, walked around in front of Long Yingtai with a bow and arrow, and looked down, his expression a little relaxed. But when he saw the wound on his leg, his brow furrowed again.

"Yingtai, Yingtai?" the man called softly twice.

Fengyun said: "His wound is a little inflamed, he fainted, I won't stop the bleeding, I didn't dare to pull out the ......"

"Inflammation?" the man asked, looking up at him, his bow and arrows pointing at the ground, in amazement, "Are you?"

Fengyun nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, I'm a traverser, my name is Fengyun, didn't I ask for advice?"

The man looked him up and down and said, "My name is Long Tao." ”

"Huh?" Fengyun didn't react for a moment, and said with a dry smile after a while: "Your direct catch me off guard! This name should not have been given by the police comrades at the police station, right?"

Long Tao's expression relaxed, put away his bow and arrows, took two steps towards the wind and clouds, and suddenly asked: "Who was the first black president of the United States?"

"Oreo!"

"Hello fellow!" a smile finally appeared on Long Tao's face and he stretched out his hand.

Fengyun also smiled and stretched out his hand, the two hands were held together, and in the long river of history, the wind and clouds were suddenly turbulent!

......

"Brother, your son seems to have a nosebleed......"