In the spring of March, everything sprouts, and the bitter cold northern barren state also has a spring color. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Xiuluo Mountains, located in the south of Huangzhou, are even more sunny, with green grass and flowers, and all kinds of small animals that have endured a winter come out of their hidden caves and enjoy this rare good weather.

On the edge of the northern foot of Xiuluo Mountain, on the top of a mountain called Jiuyang Peak, three figures carrying medicine baskets on their backs are trying to climb. The girl at the head is about thirteen or fourteen years old, but the bright eyes and bright teeth, round and jade, delicate and lovely, the fiery red tight leather on the body is equipped with a pure white mink scarf, and the girl is even more gorgeous, attracting the next two of the same age, but the clothes are obviously a little shabby The young man frequently looks sideways, and he does not dare to look at it directly.

"Miss, it's almost time for us to go back. This place has already been out of the influence of Elder Qi's beast exorcism array, and if it is delayed for a long time, it may encounter fierce beasts, which is very dangerous. Seeing the girl continue to climb to the top of the mountain without stopping, a young man with a simple face, a slightly yellow complexion, and a slightly tattered leather coat behind him opened his mouth to persuade.

The young man who opened his mouth was named Morn, a small handyman of the Stone Ox tribe in the grasslands of the western part of the barren state. And the girl who walked in front was Mingzhu, the youngest daughter of Gu Feng, the chief of the Shiniu tribe, and she was also the person that Mo En needed to take care of and protect. At this time, the Shiniu tribe was migrating north, passing through the Xiuluo Mountains to make a temporary stop. And Mingzhu, as a disciple of Elder Lu Qianming, the pharmacist in the tribe, knew that there were many high-grade medicinal materials in Xiuluo Mountain, and even elixirs were growing, and the opportunity was rare, so he took Mo En and his two followers to the mountain to collect medicine.

However, the luck of the three people was not very good, except for Mo En, who harvested a tiger tooth grass that was not of low value, the other two only picked some common herbs, which were of little value. Mingzhu, who is proud by nature, doesn't want to go back so grayly, so she keeps climbing upward, hoping to have a big harvest, and before she knows it, she left the safe zone opened up by the tribal mage.

"Morn, you're too timid!" Mingzhu turned her pretty face and snorted angrily, "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? Our tribe only has the opportunity to pass by the foothills of Xiuluo Mountain once a year, and we can't stay for more than ten days at a time. If you don't take advantage of these days to work hard to collect medicine, what will you let the clan take to pay for the offerings of Huangyun City?"

"I'm worried... Looking at the girl's bright face, the young man was slightly distracted, and said in the middle of his mouth.

"Hehe, Morn, you're just too cautious. Don't say that this place is not far from the area of influence of the beast exorcism array, and there will be no powerful beasts. Even if I do encounter any beasts, I, a fourth-level samurai, will be enough to ensure the safety of the two of you. Patting the scimitar on his waist, another young man in a strong suit said with a smile. Although the words were quite intimate, there was a slight arrogance in the tone, and the corners of his mouth were slightly twitched, obviously a little disdainful of Moen's caution.

This very good-looking young man is named Mo Bing, and he has the same identity as Mo En, both of whom are orphans in the tribe and are qualified to survive by doing odd labor. However, compared to Mo En, Mo Bing is much better in martial arts. The young children in the tribe basically started to practice martial arts at the age of eight, and when Mo En was only a second-level warrior, Mo Bing had already stepped into the threshold of a fourth-level warrior at the age of twelve, which was enough to fight with ordinary tiger cheetahs. This kind of qualification is also extremely rare in the Shiniu clan, so Mo Bing is very valued by the elders in the clan. And in the grassland where survival is difficult and dangerous, people with strong combat power and excellent qualifications will always get more respect, and Mo Bing is naturally more proud with such a status.

"Oh well. But I think it's better not to go too far, or you won't be able to go back before dark. Although Morn was still a little worried, he could only choose to accept it in the face of the opposition of his friends and Mingzhu. And Mo En also knew that what Mingzhu and the others said was also the truth, it was not easy to come to Xiuluo Mountain once, and it was indeed very beneficial for the tribe to be able to collect more medicinal materials.

As a small tribe on the grasslands of the barren state, the living conditions of the Shiniu tribe are not very superior. In order to survive, the clan had to pay a large amount of money every two years to the branch hall of the Thousand Cow Shrine in Huangyun City. If only ordinary cattle, sheep, and horses were used to pay for this sacrifice, the pressure on the tribe would be very great, and even the tribe would be on the verge of starvation. However, if you can find some elixirs and ores that the temple monks need and turn them in, you can offset some of the offerings. Therefore, every time they pass through the Xiuluo Mountains, which are rich in medicinal resources, the tribe has to mobilize people to collect herbs and ores. In addition to using it yourself, you just hope to find an elixir that can offset the offerings, ores. From this point of view, Mingzhu and the others are indeed right.

"I see. Hurry up and use your technique to sense, there is a big possibility of an elixir in that direction!" Seeing Mo En's compromise, Mingzhu, who was still angry, immediately changed his expression, showed a bright smile, and shook Mo En's arm and said. This shook Mo En slightly dizzy, and lowered his head shyly.

"Okay... After a moment of inexplicable panic, Morn hurriedly agreed and sat down, closed his eyes, and began to meditate on his surroundings. As an orphan who didn't have much talent in martial arts, Mo En was able to become Mingzhu's follower and obtain a status similar to that of a young genius like Mo Bing, relying on his talent in herbology.

At a very young age, Morn had a high sensitivity to various herbs, and a year ago, when Morn was eleven years old, he comprehended a method of roughly sensing the location of high-grade herbs, and helped Elder Lu, the tribal pharmacist, harvest a high-grade elixir. Because of that credit, Elder Lu looked at Mo En differently and gave Mo En a lot of guidance and support, so that Mo En had the opportunity to study the science of herbal medicine in depth, and became Mingzhu's companion without getting rid of his status as a miscellaneous servant.

As Morn studied herbalism, his instinctive sense improved somewhat. From the beginning of ten times nine inaccurate, slowly to be able to have two or three times accurate. Although Morn never had the luck to be able to harvest the best elixir for the first time, he also harvested a few good herbs this year. And Mingzhu also knows Moen's ability, which is why she is so close to Moen.

"To the northeast, there seems to be something nice not far away. After a moment, Morn said with some surprise, but his voice was slightly tired. This kind of ability, which seems to be a talent, is not something that can be used at will, and every time it is used, it needs to consume a lot of Morn's mental and physical strength, and it cannot be used again for a short time. If Mingzhu hadn't opened his mouth this time, Morn was worried that Mingzhu might be in danger if he continued, and he wouldn't have wasted his ability like this.

"It's really fake, it won't be another empty joy, right?" Mo Bing said a little sour while guarding Mingzhu and turning around. Although he has a similar identity to Mo En, and he grew up together, he can be regarded as a brother, but seeing Mo En's inexplicable ability win Mingzhu's favor, Mo Bing is still slightly jealous.

"Try it, I can't guarantee it. Morn said slightly embarrassed. Because the accuracy of this ability is not high, and most of the time there are no herbs nearby, nothing can be sensed, so Morn does not have much confidence in his ability. Just now, because of the clear sense, he shouted excitedly, and now Mo En himself is a little unsure.

"Morn is right, let's try. Mo Bing, you have to protect me!" Mingzhu smiled sweetly at this time and took the lead in the northeast direction. The two teenagers were slightly stunned, and then immediately followed with an excited face.

Perhaps it was because of the abundance of herbs in the Xiuluo Mountains, perhaps because of Moen's improved luck, or because of the improvement of the art of sensing, the three of them did not go a mile before they found two purple herbs in a very hidden stone crevice. However, there is a small purple stem in the stone crevice next to these two herbs, which seems to have been picked or swallowed.

"It's Stone Bone Grass!Morn, you're amazing!" Mingzhu was the first to pounce on the two herbs, and shouted excitedly at the same time. The function of the stone bone grass is to make the bones tough, and it is the favorite of the seventh and eighth level martial artists. If there is a pharmacist who can use the stone bone grass as the main medicine, combined with other medicinal materials, to refine the stone bone pill, then it will be attractive to martial artists who break through the innate nature. Therefore, these two stone bone grasses are definitely qualified to be recognized by the Thousand Cow Temple and are the elixir enshrined by the tribe.

"Miss, be careful!" When Mingzhu's hand was about to touch the stone bone grass, Mo En rushed up and rolled to the side with Mingzhu in his arms. At the same time, a human-sized wolf of earthy brown swooped out from the grass next to it and landed next to the two stone bone grasses. If Morn had been a little slower, Mingzhu would have been pounced on by this wild wolf hiding on the side.

"Brute, look at the knife!" Compared to Mo En, who found the problem through the abnormalities of the herbs, Mo Bing's reaction was a little slower. It wasn't until the wild wolf had already pounced that Mo Bing discovered the enemy. However, compared to Mo En, who only has the strength of a second-level samurai, Mo Bing is much faster in terms of force and reaction, and when he was sure that Mingzhu was not in danger, Mo Bing had already thrown off the medicine basket, unsheathed his scimitar, and slashed at the neck of the wild wolf.

However, Mo Bing's expected scene of the knife being broken did not appear, and the scimitar seemed to have struck a solid stone at the moment when it slashed the wolf's neck. The scimitar was not able to go deeper, but only cut an inch or so into the wolf's fur before it was stuck. However, the injured wild wolf was stimulated to be ferocious, opened its mouth, and pounced on Mo Bing's throat with red eyes.

"It has swallowed the Stone Bone Grass, it has mutated, it is not an ordinary beast!" At this time, Mo En had already let go of Mingzhu and saw that Mo Bing's sword was useless, confirming his guess. He immediately took out the wooden stick behind him and rushed towards the wolf, intending to rescue his good brother. Those who survive on the steppe may encounter danger at any time, so even teenagers do not lack the courage to fight.

Before the wild wolf pounced on him, Mo Bing's footsteps turned sharply, and at the cost of a few bloody wounds in his chest, he avoided the blow of the wild wolf. The scimitar in his hand shook and turned to the wolf's hind legs. Morn's club arrived at the same time, and swung it at the wolf's hind legs. Both of them knew that a wild wolf that had already undergone initial mutation was not something that the two of them could deal with together, and now the two of them just hoped to be able to hurt the wolf's leg and create a chance to escape.

Both the scimitar and the stick hit the target, but the wolf's physical toughness greatly exceeded the two men's expectations. Mo Bing's scimitar was better, at least it cut through the wolf's fur and made the wolf ooze a little blood. Morn's wooden stick had almost no effect after being hit, and he almost got knocked out of the stick.

"Miss, run quickly!" After rolling with a lazy donkey to avoid the wolf's counterattack at the cost of a large piece of meat being torn off his thigh, Morn saw that Mingzhu was still limp on the ground like dementia, and hurriedly shouted loudly. At this moment, in the heart of the teenager, the safety of the girl is undoubtedly the most important, even far more than his own safety.

"I... Me, my legs... Mingzhu looked at the bloody scene and cried. As the pearl of the palm of the tribal chief, Mingzhu has always been the best cared for, and when she suddenly encountered this kind of scene, she couldn't adapt to it at all, and she couldn't stand up with her weak legs, let alone run away.

"Mo En, you take the eldest lady away! I'll take it here!" After dodging another pounce from the wild wolf, Mo Bing shouted with some determination. The situation in front of him is already extremely dangerous, and every time he encounters a wild wolf, he can inflict a lot of injuries on himself. It won't be long before he dies at the claws of a wild wolf, and by that time, none of the three of them will be able to escape. Therefore, Mo Bing would rather face the risk himself, and also want his brother and the girl he admires to escape from the ascension.

"No, you take the eldest lady away! My leg is already injured and I can't run!" After his wooden stick was ignored by the wolf again, Morn glanced at Mingzhu nostalgically, then let go of the wooden stick and pounced on the wolf.

Because he focused on Mo Bing, a strong enemy, the wild wolf did not guard against Mo En's hand, and was directly hugged by Mo Bing from behind. Although the wolf was extremely strong, he was not overwhelmed, nor was he picked up by Morn, but because Morn was clasped by his waist with both hands, his flexibility was greatly reduced.

"Let's go together!" Seeing the wild wolf trapped, Mo Bing gathered all his strength and slashed at the wolf's head. As a last resort, Mo Bing didn't want to sacrifice his companions.

However, Morn still underestimated the strength of this wild wolf after mutation, and did not split the wolf's head with all his strength, but the scimitar was almost shattered by the wolf's skull. And he himself was caught in the arm by the front paws of the wild wolf because he used too much force and had no time to dodge, and his strength was greatly reduced. If it weren't for Mo En dragging the wild wolf, maybe Mo Bing would have been culled by the wild wolf.

"Mo Bing, take me away!" Seeing Mo Bing's arm bleeding profusely, Mingzhu's heart was full of fear, and she couldn't help crying.

"Leave me alone! I won't be able to leave if I don't leave!" Morn roared. At this time, although the wild wolf could not turn back and bite Morn, it was shaking Morn with all its strength. As soon as Morn's strength faded, he would be thrown away by the wolf. At that time, the three of them really had to feed the wolves.

"Let's go!" glanced at Mo En a little unbearably, Mo Bing gritted his teeth, picked up Mingzhu and ran down the mountain, not daring to turn back a step.

"They are safe, I hope the eldest lady can be happy in the future!" In a trance, I saw the figures of Mo Bing and Mingzhu disappearing into the distance, because of the blood loss from the wound on the leg and the tossing of the wild wolf, Mo En's strength slowly subsided, and his mind became confused, and finally he couldn't buckle the waist of the wild wolf, and was thrown to the ground and fell to the side of the wooden stick.

"Do you want to die? I don't want to die yet!" Looking at the wild wolf that pounced on him with red eyes, Morn had no fear, and his eyes showed a desire to survive like a flame. Just as the wolf's fangs were about to pierce the skin on his neck, Morn grabbed the wooden stick in his hand, gathered all his strength, and smashed it into the wolf's waist.

"Root Strike!" An inexplicable word flashed through his mind, and the power of the wooden stick in Morn's hand skyrocketed several times, but Morn himself passed out. The copper-headed and iron-boned wolf didn't expect Morn to be able to launch such a powerful attack, and he was directly hit by this blow and flew out, fell to the ground and writhed for a while, and finally died in agony.

And after the wolf's death, an imperceptible force flew out of the wolf's body and merged into Morn's body. Morn, who had already begun to lose his vitality, was nourished by this power, and the bleeding wound closed together, and his breathing became steady. However, his mind was still not awake, so he lay quietly in the spring breeze.