On this Qinling Mountain, whether it rains or snows, it is a "disaster" for those who go up and down the mountain.

The most terrifying thing is the muddy and slippery environment after rain or snow.

There was no road at first, and the terrain was steeper and the mountain was next. Brother Zhengchuan and I felt like we had a life of surviving the disaster. The original clothes and pants were no longer visible, and the two of us were pure clay men.

Due to his weak body, Brother Zhengchuan was a little trembling after going down the mountain.

When I remembered the thing in my backpack, my heart couldn't help but feel hot.

Because I didn't expect that there were things in my dreams, I couldn't forget them. Brother Zhengchuan and I went back to the mountain gate together, and in the side hall that had become a broken wall, he was shocked after digging out a pack of things.

Due to the age of time, the yellow cloth wrapped in this bag of things has rotted.

In my memory at that time, the hair crystal was directly wrapped in cloth and buried on the ground. When we dug it out, I found that I had put a copper box on it, which almost made me think I had been "stolen from the pillars". However, after I opened it, I found that it was still round beads, and I felt relieved.

But this also made me wonder that the feeling of deliberateness became heavier, and the appearance of the copper box showed that later people also knew about this.

What did this point mean when Nie Yan was young?

"Lao San?Lao San" Seeing that I was so confused, Brother Zhengchuan couldn't help but shouted at me. He had been asking me what was going on in the mountain before?

But because I was in a hurry to go down the mountain, I rushed to the road overnight and didn't have time to tell Brother Masahiro in detail.

After going down the mountain, Brother Zhengchuan called me and must have asked me this question.

Sure enough, seeing that I came to my senses, Brother Zhengchuan started asking again, but on this cold morning, it was almost deserted at the foot of the mountain, which was not a place to speak, so I simply said to Brother Zhengchuan: "Call the drivers first. As for this pack of things, life-saving things are things that save your life. After we settle down, I will tell you in detail."

"What saved my life?" Brother Zhengchuan obviously didn't know that I dug casually in the side hall in the back mountain, and the things I dug out saved his life, and my eyes were full of disbelief.

And I didn't want to explain too much for a moment, just said: "Brother Zhengchuan, this bag of things is a hair crystal, do you understand?"

"Fa Jing!" Brother Zhengchuan was stunned.

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Thanks to modern developed transportation.

One day later, Brother Zhengchuan and I had already gone from a remote foothill of the Qinling Mountains to an inconspicuous town in the north.

This is a small town that Chen Chengyi gave me to the address of the ghost market.

It is also the edge of the place where humans live. After passing here, there is a vast mountain. Although it is not as majestic as the Qinling Mountains, it is also continuous and the mountains are undulating and have a momentum.

And the place I was going to is strange, not a place in the deep mountains, but a small plain in the deep mountains.

This is a place specially marked by Chen Chengyi, who handed over the address of the ghost market to me.

Generally speaking, I don’t carry much with me, but my wallet is a must-have. The small note about the ghost market that Chen Chengyi gave me has been kept in my wallet.

I've only seen it twice before.

It was not until people from the Tianyi lineage mentioned this ghost market that I carefully looked at the place drawn on the note and the address marked in detail.

This also reminds me of what Chen Chengyi said on that day, and even wrote on the note that he had something to do. If you go to the ghost market, is this a reminder?

However, on that day, Chen Chengyi refused to reveal who the person he was entrusted to was?

Now that everything is clear, is there still a need to guess? It is clearly the master. I guess the village chief took it in and asked the old man from Su Tianyi lineage, is it my master?

Coincidentally, my master might have asked me about the disaster that day and got the answer from the ghost market. When I was in the disaster, I asked again.

Looking at the note in my hand, I was stunned and felt that life might be so helpless, so helpless that even if we had to express our concern, we were still living like this awkwardly.

As the car stopped, Brother Zhengchuan and I finally arrived in this small town.

The Qinling Mountains have just begun to winter, and here they are already covered with thick snow. At night at 8 or 9 o'clock, the whole town seems particularly quiet.

"Three, do you want to be like a mountain overnight?" After getting off the bus, the biting cold wind made Brother Zhengchuan tremble. Standing at the cold station, he still asked me this.

I turned to look at Brother Zhengchuan's gray face, shook his head gently, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to go into the mountains tomorrow. Have a good rest tonight."

In short, from the time we went down to Qinling overnight to the time we arrived at this town today, we had almost no rest for a day and a night. Brother Zhengchuan was already injured, how could he withstand it? I understand his thoughts, but I really don’t rush to this moment.

As for me, I chose an inexplicable way to restrain myself from having only eight hours of waking time every day.

That is, taking something called "Buling Pills". This thing is equivalent to the effect of spiritual energy. It uses some herbs rich in spiritual energy. However, to neutralize the medicinal properties, many irritating herbs must be added to make this pill.

In some ways, this pill is incomparable to pure aura.

But because it can provide a certain amount of "spiritual power" and stimulating drugs, it can actually stimulate people's souls and squeeze soul power, making people have explosive power for a certain period of time.

It also has to pay a price after taking it.

To put it bluntly, this is the kind of pill that only people choose to take when fighting.

If I don’t need to fight, the consequences will be slightly lighter, and the subsequent weakness will not be so serious. If I take it continuously, I can maintain a normal routine, but my soul will be damaged even more severely.

But, what are the solutions? I hope the ghost market can really find a solution to my own problems.

On such a snowy night, Brother Zhengchuan and I walked in such a remote town, one step deep and one step shallow. To be more straightforward, we were even worse than a wealthy village. Brother Zhengchuan and I almost walked from the street to the end of the street, and then we barely found a travel agency that looked like the 1970s.

We have no extra requirements, just have hot water.

Tiredness makes us fall asleep and have nothing to say all night after a simple wash, but we can live a peaceful life.

Life is originally a process that keeps on the road. This road is not limited to space, but also includes time, which is a blessing, right?

It is rare to have such a night where you can fall asleep peacefully, but Brother Zhengchuan woke up early in the morning and saw me swallowing the 'spirit-making pill' in a sleepy way. Brother Zhengchuan frowned, not too happy, and said, "How can the village chief give you such a thing?"

He was against it, and he felt that nothing should have made my injury worse.

But I smiled indifferently and said, "The village chief may be the same as my thoughts. It is better to have a short pain than long pain. Instead of dragging it slowly like this, it is better to accumulate all the strength to try it out, right?"

My words made Brother Masakawa irrefutable, and he could only let me go.

I have to say that the effect of the Buling Pill is extremely powerful. After swallowing it for less than two minutes, my strong sleepiness was suppressed by strong excitement, and I felt full of energy.

I just can't figure it out, how could Wangxian Village have such a magical pill?

The village chief said a lot, but the matter about Wangxian Village was rarely mentioned to me.

Thinking about my worries, Brother Zhengchuan and I were quick-witted. After we cleaned up briefly, we checked in early, bought two big cakes for breakfast, and added some dry food needed to enter the mountain. Brother Zhengchuan and I hired a car to rush towards the continuous mountains outside the town.

Looking at the mountain, it is hard for me to imagine that there will be a plain hidden here. It can only be said that nature is the most magical creator.

The car we hire is a tricycle.

The driver is a typical northern man. He is generous and enthusiastic about talking with me and Brother Zhengchuan all over the way. But the embarrassing thing is that Brother Zhengchuan and I didn’t understand their dialect at first, and the one who could hear the most clearly was “grandma, bear” one by one.

Fortunately, the road into the mountain is not so smooth, even if you hire a tricycle, it will take an hour.

So, after talking for a while, we could probably understand what this man was saying, "He is proud of his hometown, that small town."

He said, although it is just a small town now, the old people in the town said that it was "glorious" in ancient times, and there were city-states!

Moreover, here is a place where military strategists must compete for in ancient times. Who would not want to enter the Central Plains?

These remarks made Brother Zhengchuan and I laugh from time to time, because the emotion of being alone in pride in our hometown will infect others.
Chapter completed!