Chapter 200 Saffron

Chapter 200 Saffron

The weather is slightly gloomy...... A thin mist permeated the unnamed peaks, obscuring the high peaks above the mountainside.

Hundreds of zhang high, the steep cliff is on the top, and a peasant boy lies in waiting. I saw him carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and his left hand digging deep into the cold stone gap in front of him. His body leaned forward slightly, forming a strange bow, and his right hand was spread out, and his index and middle fingers were straightened, slowly stretching towards the side of the stone wall in the depression of the mountain.

Just in front of the stone wall, there is a bluegrass with green stems and colorful flowers, and a few crystal dew drops trembling on the tender green leaves, swaying slightly in the cold morning breeze.

The young man was holding his breath at the moment, and his slender fingertips were approaching the orchid grass inch by inch.

One foot, half a foot, four inches......

The corners of the peasant boy's mouth curled, and a smile flashed in his eyes, with this medicinal herb, he would....However, his smiling expression gradually froze. Because he was about three inches away from the orchid grass, he suddenly found that his body could no longer move forward, and his fingers could no longer be extended.

"Hey, hey!" The peasant boy stretched his arm forward twice, hoping that his arm could grow a little longer in an instant, and he said that he couldn't pick it up, and what disappointed him was his hand, except that his arm was shaken to some pain, but it didn't get longer.

And as he did so, the unstable gravel under his feet rolled down silently, and the crack in the stone that he clasped tightly with his left hand also showed signs of loosening. However, this did not attract the attention of the peasant boy, all he wanted at the moment was to get closer, closer....

After several efforts, the peasant boy who wanted to pick herbs had a slight bead of sweat on his forehead. Now his hand was only an inch away from the saffron plant, not even an inch. At the moment when the breeze had just blown, he had almost touched the saffron, the gentle and delicate leaves!

At this moment, his outstretched arm was already a little sore and weak. There was only a tiny piece of gravel left under his feet, and it was moving imperceptibly under his feet, moving downward. But the peasant boy didn't know at all, and at this moment he raised his arm, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and prepared to work hard again. In his opinion, from a foot, half a foot to an inch now. He believed he could succeed.

"One more time, if it doesn't work out this time, I'll have to look elsewhere. The peasant boy said secretly in his heart. Just as he was thinking this, his feet suddenly slipped, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out by something.

At this moment of lightning, the peasant boy looked at the saffron grass that was close at hand, and his toes that were already hanging in the air stepped on the rock of the cliff wall, and then his whole body, while falling, stretched his body to the saffron and plucked it vigorously!

Perhaps because his hand was no longer able to rely on, he no longer bent over, and at the moment of falling, the middle finger of his right index finger had caught the root of saffron, and then pulled out the root.

Grabbing the saffron in his hand, the peasant boy didn't have time to get excited, so he shouted, "Help!" and fell down without hesitation.

During the fall, the boy showed his teeth and claws in the hope of catching the branches and leaves of the plants growing on the cliff, but to his disappointment, he walked all the way down without hindrance, and did not even touch a single grass.

The next moment, he will be crushed to pieces, and his flesh and bones will be mud!

......

"Well, this nameless mountain is indeed a quiet scenery, refreshing and pleasant!" A handsome scholar closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and felt that his heart was drunk, and he couldn't help but praise softly.

The strange thing is that his voice is like a yellow warbler out of the valley, crisp and pleasant, and there is a bit of surprising delicate and charming in it. But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly covered his mouth and looked left and right.

Seeing that there was no one in Siye, he slapped his chest a few times, and the secret road was dangerous. However, he looked down and saw his white and delicate orchid fingers, which were slightly upturned. He hurriedly hid his hands in the wide sleeves of his robe and carried them behind his back. Straighten your body, look straight ahead, pace up and take square steps, quite a look of stepping on a spring show, and carefully watch the scenery of the nameless mountain.

The nameless mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, and it is also somewhat famous near and far. And where he is located, in the hinterland of the nameless mountains, many rare flowers and trees appear in front of him one after another. Although some varieties have been seen in myself, the hue and quality are much worse.

He unconsciously walked to the top of the cliff on one side, but saw that in the hideous and deep stone crevice, a hundred-year-old vine, vigorous and simple, purple and black like lacquer, I am afraid that it can only be generated after hundreds of years.

The hundred-year-old vine, thick as the leaves of a fan, one after another, protruding from the rock wall three or four feet away. The sky above is almost completely obscured, like a rudimentary green roof.

The young man who looked like a scholar was looking for it as he walked, thinking about where the roots of the old vine were and whether he could move them back. At this time, he walked to the stone crack that the hundred-year-old vine poked out, and he regretted that it seemed that the roots of the old vine were deeply rooted in the mountain, and he was afraid that even if he pulled it out, he would not be able to survive.

At this time, I only listened, and a few gravels rolled under his feet, and the scholar boy was alarmed, and his whole body was strangely glowing with a trace of green light, and he looked up.

I only heard a pig-like shout above my head: "Help!" From far and near, the scholar boy, before he had time to dodge, the wind whistled, and through the gap in the vine leaves, he saw a black shadow falling wildly.

The goal is exactly where the scholar and boy are.

The scholar saw that there was no way to avoid it, the green light on his body flashed wildly, stretched out from the wide sleeves of his robe, and his two slender arms, hey, held up hard, and at some point in his palm, a large green and transparent jade plate was born!

The black shadow slammed into the jade plate, blocking its fall. The strong aura generated by the collision between the two sides blew up countless branches and leaves, and the nearest hundred-year-old vine, the branches and leaves covering the sky, and the surrounding radius that were smashed by the black shadow, all fell one after another. Even the tall trees next to it shook.

Seeing that the black shadow that blocked the high-altitude sneak attack, the scholar boy below, although his arms were a little sore, couldn't help but be secretly happy, his magic skills were just beginning, and he was really extraordinary. But at this moment, with a snap, the jade plate shattered and disappeared without a trace. I felt that the black shadow was like the sky, and the canopy smashed on my body. His eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

"Is this what it's like to die? Where have I been?" said the peasant boy with a bamboo basket on his back. However, at this moment, he only felt a tempting fragrance, lingering in his nose. Instead of being cold and stiff, the ground seemed to be warm and undulating. And under the hands, where there seemed to be tentacles, there were two soft things.

Thinking of this, his sinful paws were kneaded vigorously a few times.

Below him was the handsome scholarly young man, and at this moment he only felt something strange in his chest and opened his eyes.

I saw a huge head lying across his shoulders, and the two claws of the owner of this head were pressing against his chest. Look at the corners of this guy's mouth salivating, looking at himself shamelessly, it seems that he is quite enjoyable.

"Ah...... Help!! thief!" The scholar's young man's small mouth burst out with a creepy scream! Then the green light flashed on his body, and the kind and pure peasant boy didn't understand what was going on, so he hurriedly wanted to get up, and the hand on the scholar's boy's chest couldn't help but press down hard.

But at this moment, the scholarly boy shook his palms, bringing a sound of wind, banging twice, and slamming it on the farmer's chest.

The peasant boy was like a kite with a broken string, and his whole body was knocked into the air, and he slammed into the rocks behind him and rolled to the ground. Wow! a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The peasant boy felt that the world was spinning, and he struggled to stand up, his face was as purple as sauce, and he looked at the scenery around him. I realized that I didn't die after I fell! However, the aroma just now, and the extremely comfortable feeling on my fingers, were clearly in heaven.

But when I saw that there was a man under me just now, I was still... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood.

I saw the scholar in front of him, his face was as pale as iron, he walked up to the peasant boy, and seemed to be "interested" and smiled: "You touched it, right?

The peasant boy couldn't understand his words, and the eldest with his eyes waited, and while retreating, he said, "Ah, what are you talking about?

"Do you dare to say that?" saw the scholar raise his palm.

The peasant boy stepped back, his arms raised, his legs uneven, as if he had put on a defensive counterattack. Although this posture is decent, his face is red and white. "Don't try to do it again, even if there's something wrong with me." Just now your two palms made me vomit blood, and I have already been beaten! ”

The scholar laughed angrily, and lowered the arm that had been raised. Screamed: "You whore, you took advantage of others, and you still want to fight back?"

The peasant boy didn't notice the strangeness of the scholar's voice at all, and when he saw that the other party had lowered his hand and put down his posture, he said, "I admit that it was my fault to hit you." I accidentally touched you, so what? I didn't mean to. And a manly man, shouldn't he save people? What kind of spices does a big man use?" said the peasant boy with some stiffness, and in his own opinion, his words should not have any effect.

Strangely, hearing his words, the scholar seemed to remember something, and suddenly found that something seemed to be shaking above his head. He reached out and tugged at his head, and it was a saffron. And this saffron is of good quality.

"Presumably, the thief in front of him fell from it in order to pick this saffron. ”

But at this moment, even if it is a precious flower or plant, I am afraid that it is not in the eyes of the person in front of him.

I saw that the scholar threw the saffron on the ground, stretched out a small red boot from under the wide robe and crushed the saffron under his feet, and then he was about to have a seizure, but he suddenly looked at the sky, and then snorted and turned away.

The peasant boy opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw the saffron and was thrown to the ground, he was frozen there, the saffron, which he could say he had bought with his life, and at this moment only the stems that had been trampled on and a few fine petals stained with sludge. If it is used as medicine, I am afraid that the effect will be greatly reduced.

The peasant boy approached, squatted down, picked up the remains of the saffron little by little, and carefully received it into the leather bag close to his body. He raised his head again and glanced in the direction where the scholar had disappeared, then turned around and walked towards the mountain.

He will never forget this scholar again!

The sky was only clear at night, and I don't know when the sunset star had risen.

Nameless Mountain, deep in the jungle.

A figure with a bamboo basket on his back is tirelessly looking for the trees. I saw that his brows were tightly knit and his eyes were wide open. Every time he lifted a very tightly covered green leaf, his eyes always sparkled involuntarily, as if he was expecting a miracle.

At the end of the day, however, he kept looking up at the darkening sky.

If you want to look for it at this time, I'm afraid it's too late. All the fruits of today were the saffron that had been trampled by the scholar in the morning.

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes were cold, but the hour could not be delayed any longer. I had to turn around and prepare to leave.

The boy looked at the surrounding scenery, and his heart was shocked, and he saw that the surrounding trees were towering and dark in color, and he had never walked to such a deep place in the nameless mountain since he was a child.

Legend has it that there were ghosts and gods in the nameless mountains, and he didn't believe it on weekdays, but now the surroundings are silent and the mountains are empty. And at this moment, there seemed to be a faint sound of breathing in his ears, an inaudible breathing.

The peasant boy's heart was dark, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

In the sound of Suosuo's footsteps, the flowers and trees kept retreating.

"Whoa!!!! whoa!whoa!"

The howl of the wild wolf echoed in the mountains like a ghost's cry, and people did not know how many there were.

Looking at the sky darkening little by little, although the white fog that rises at some point is not thick, I am afraid that it will become thick after a while and a half, and it is probably not so simple for people to go out at that time.

Although the peasant boy was not worried that he would get lost in the nameless mountain, what really frightened him was that he seemed to find that there was an aura behind him that locked him firmly. He didn't dare to look back, because he had heard from the people in the village that if he was followed by "dirty things" while walking in the nameless mountains, he should never look back. Just keep walking, if you can go down the lì to the outside of the mountain, it will be fine.

At this moment, the peasant boy's two feet were already running wildly involuntarily, and he found that the breath behind him had also run with him, and he could even hear the terrifying sound of heavy breathing.

I saw a young man running desperately in the huge nameless mountain, and there seemed to be a black shadow chasing after him. As his speed grew faster and faster, the dark shadows behind him seemed to change from one to two, three...... In the end, there seemed to be five or six vague shadows that had quietly clinged to his heels.

Maybe in the next moment, these vague black shadows will engulf the peasant boy.

However, at this moment, the peasant boy suddenly stopped, and a smile appeared on his face. Because there was a light in the distance, dim as a bean, and although the subtle light was dim, it made a warm feeling rise in the young man's heart.

A simple and shabby log cabin that stands at the foot of the mountain. That's your home!

The light was so dim that there was almost no shadow behind the boy. At this moment, the vague shadow behind the young man seemed to feel fear, and quietly receded like a tide.

At this moment, the peasant boy seemed to have mustered up enough courage, and turned around, wanting to see what was strange behind him!

The boy smiled slightly, turned around and stroked the close-fitting leather bag on his chest, and walked forward.

The old wooden house, pale and weak, I don't know how many years have passed. The light in the window, flickering slightly, seemed to go out in the next moment.

There is a short distance from the village. According to the location, it seems to be closer to the nameless mountain, which is quite a bit of a solitary taste.

Push open the door!

The peasant boy shouted, "Mother, I'm back." He took off the basket behind him and walked to the back room. When I entered the door, I saw an oil lamp on an old wooden table, and the flames shook in the crackling sound. On the other side of the old bed, a gray-haired woman of about forty or fifty years old, half-leaning against the wall, looked out the window with dull eyes.

The young man walked into the room and looked at the woman on the bed, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour. Walking to the edge of the bed, he sat diagonally, revealing a pale and haggard face, and it was vaguely evident that he must have been very beautiful when he was young. The cold, intact head the woman was holding in her hand.

"Mother, I'm back. ”

The boy's eyes were slightly hot, and he stretched out his fingers and brushed the messy hair on his mother's forehead.

However, the woman was still staring at the dementia, looking out the window, like a wooden figure.

The young man didn't care, put his hand into his arms, took out the somewhat shabby skin from the previous one, and said with a smile: "Mother, I found another saffron plant today! I'll boil another pair for you, I think you will definitely wake up!",

It seems that he started saying this sentence five years ago. But even today, when the young man said this, his eyes were still full of hope, and he was not discouraged in the slightest.

But what he said, can it be realized?

The night was dark, and the dim light of the farmhouse's cottage shone obliquely into the woods not far ahead. Then it was swallowed up by the darkness of the night.

In the darkness, puffs of cooking smoke rose from the hut, and after a while, a burst of medicinal incense wafted over.

"Mother, it's done. Come and drink. Through the sparse window, I saw a teenager who was seriously feeding his mother medicine. The little face, under the illumination of the light, a little sweat and relief emerged.

The boy smiled contentedly. The darkness around the hut was inexplicably raised high and then slowly descended.

The darkness was like a terrifying demon, constantly changing shapes, and finally those black shadows rose up again and rose up. The thick black shadow finally stopped hesitating and rushed towards the hut.

The wind is blowing and whirring.

The boy looked at the roof with some panic, as if it would be lifted at any moment...... Q