Mirror: Twin Cities

Does anyone know how to seal me? "

Na Sheng only heard the footsteps of Murong Xiu's group when the sun was setting down—before that, she had walked back and forth impatiently in a clearing in the forest hundreds of times. Seeing the sun set, her heart sank. There were invisible things moving in the dense forest around, making strange and terrible noises. She couldn't help trembling—but forgot that she was wearing Huangtian, Ben Don't be afraid of these birds and beasts.

"No, don't you just leave me with something?" she murmured, almost crying, "liar! Liar!"

"It's here. Take a break." At that moment, she heard the rustling footsteps in the woods and Murong Xiu's voice. Na Sheng jumped up with joy, ran towards the figure, and shouted, "Murong Xiu! Murong Xiu!"

A snake slipped towards her silently, and the Sheng screamed and jumped away. When it was clear that it was a walking vine, Murong Xiu and his party had already separated the leaves and walked over.

"Oh! What's the matter?" Na Sheng asked Murong Xiu out of breath when he saw Murong Xiu walking with Yang Gongquan on his back, and Yang Gongquan's foot was already swollen as thick as a bucket.

"Grandma's, I was taken aback by that Guiji just now. She ran down the mountain and accidentally fell into a hole. Grandma's, a blue scorpion in a hole..." Yang Gongquan groaned on Murong Xiu's back, hurting. I had to gnash my teeth, "Grandma's, I actually took a bite of Lao Tzu!"

"It's cheap to bite you!" Seeing Murongxiu's tired forehead sweating, Na Sheng suddenly became angry with the down and out middle-aged uncle, "You have stepped on people's nest."

"Miss Sheng, you have been waiting for a long time." Murong Xiu put down Yang Gongquan on his back, took a breath, and said sorry to Sheng.

Na Sheng saw his hard work, and quickly handed him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "It's okay, it doesn't matter, the scenery here is very good, and you can watch the sunset by the way."

Murong Xiu watched her hand leaning toward her face, and quickly avoided, flushing slightly: "Girl, you continue to watch the sunset... I have to remove the poison for Brother Yang quickly, and then go down the mountain before dark. "

"Uh..." Na Sheng was startled, holding the handkerchief on the ground, watching him turn around.

Murongxiu took out his pocket knife and cut open the tight trouser legs. He saw Yang Gongquan's calf turned into a swollen purple sauce, and black pus came out of a pin-point-sized hole. He frowned. I remembered a sentence left by a predecessor in "A Thousand Islands": "The blue scorpion of Tianque is cold and poisonous, but Yaocao can be saved."

Yang Gongquan frowned when he saw Murongxiu, knowing that it would be difficult for him to do it. For fear that the other party would throw himself on the mountain, he hurriedly started earning: "Little brother, let's go, let's go! I can go down the mountain with you."

However, he hadn't stood still, as soon as he exerted force on his leg, a large amount of pus spurted from the wound, splashing Murong Xiu's face. Yang Gongquan also yelled in pain and fell back to the ground. Mao Jiangfeng next to him was still whispering to Jiang Chupei, who was crying, and didn't even bother to see things here.

"Forget it, let's use it." Murong Xiu wiped his face, as if he had made up his mind, and turned around to take off the basket hanging on his chest. He had carried the basket all the way, but after Yang Gongquan was on his back, he hung it on his chest. Before, it was actually a moment.

He didn't open the lid of the back basket, but put his hand in, and carefully took out an item.

Na Sheng looked up curiously. After Murong Xiu opened his palm, there was a dead yellow grass in his palm. Murongxiu took off a sword-shaped leaf and placed it near the wound on Yang Gongquan’s leg. A strange thing happened: strands of black air seemed to be immersed in the blade of grass, slowly absorbed by the blade of grass, and extended—and the yellow leaf An astonishing change has also taken place. The color first turned into a light green, then a dark blue, and finally turned into a fire and burned out.

"Yaocao! Yaocao!" Na Sheng hadn't clapped his hands in surprise, Yang Gongquan stared at him, and blurted out, "That's Yaocao! ... God, that's Yaocao!"

"What? Isn't that the wormwood?" Na Sheng pouted and saw that it was just the common wormwood in Zhongzhou. "It's rare and weird."

"The absinthe in Zhongzhou is known as Yaocao after the sky is over." Murong Xiu smiled, reconciling the differences between the two people, "I was regarded as a **** grass fairy by the people on the Continent Yunhuang."

"Yeah, it must be very valuable?" Na Sheng looked at the remaining half of "Yao Grass", looking from left to right, it was only a piece of wormwood, and suddenly felt extremely depressed, "So Yunhuang doesn't have wormwood? Early? Knowing that I have come with a basket!"

Looking at her wide-open eyes, Murong Xiu couldn't help but smile: "Of course not all absinthe wormwood is Yao grass, it needs to be refined with a secret recipe to have the effect of restraining hundreds of poisons."

"Ah... I understand." Yang Gongquan looked at the young man in front of him, and suddenly realized, "You are a jewelry merchant! Are you a merchant who came from the East and took Yao grass in exchange for Ye Mingzhu?"

Murong Xiu nodded shyly and smiled: "Murong Xiu first came to Yunhuang, and I will ask Brother Yang to take care of him in the future."

"Where is it! Little brother, you saved my life." Yang Gongquan waved his hand again and again, then kicked his leg, realizing that the pain in his leg had completely disappeared, and stood up, "Let’s go down the mountain, the humble house is not far down the mountain. Everyone, let’s stay here first."

When he stood up, Yang Gongquan looked at the back basket, and kept his tongue out secretly: "God, a basket of grass!"

A group of five people supported each other and walked down the mountain, looking left and right along the road, making a fuss.

Under the setting sun, the scenery on Tianque is strange and beautiful as an illusion. The strange flowers, weeds, birds and beasts are unprecedented. There are big trees, the body is like a bamboo with knots, and the leaves are like bananas. The purple flowers on the vines in the forest are like disks, and the five-color winged butterflies are flying in the meantime, their wings are as big as fans. When I saw a strange animal roaming past the branches and leaves, it looked like a sheep with four horns. Yang Gongquan called it "earth worm" and fed on humans. There were also five-color birds, such as luan, soaring over the treetops called "Luo Luo". people.

However, the birds and beasts just looked sideways at the group of people walking through the forest, watching them peacefully.

The wooden slave was winding and leading the way, holding his head all the way, snapping in the air, making a warning sound, so that the fierce birds and beasts peeping around did not dare to move.

There are mountain springs gushing out of the rocks, and the colors are green and blue.

"This is the source of Qing Shui, right?" Murong Xiu asked as he watched the slowly growing water flow beside his feet. Yang Gongquan nodded: "This little brother is indeed very knowledgeable-yes, this is the source of Qingshui in the cloud and huangqing of the Chishuang River."

"Above the sky, the blue water flows out of Yan, crosses the mainland diagonally, and flows westward at Jinghu Lake. From the mountain to the lake, it is three thousand six hundred miles, and there is a lot of water in between, so it is called the country of Ze. It is a country of strange birds, monsters, and strange Fish are all foreign bodies. The water is luscious, the temperature is constant, the water is beautiful, and the people live by fishing."

—Thinking of the records in "A Thousand Lands", Murong Xiu nodded secretly.

Jiang Chupei was crying all the way, but when he saw the wonder in front of him, his eyes widened and stopped crying.

"The sights in the sky are not owned by the human world..." Mao Jiangfeng, who was supporting her, was initially upset and didn't know how to comfort his cousin. At this moment, his mood improved, thinking of something, he couldn't help but shake his head and blurt out the poem:

"Concubine Qin rolls up the curtain at the north window and Xiao Tongqing is planted in front of the window.

"The prince blows the sound of the goose pipe long, and Hulong cultivates the tobacco and grows the yao grass."

Murongxiu supported Yang Gongquan and heard Zhongzhou's "Heavenly Ballad", and couldn't help but shook his head to look at this fellow scholar who had suffered so much but still regarded Yunhuang as the heaven's paradise.

"Oh!" Mao Jiang Feng yin got up, and suddenly he bumped his forehead into something. He looked up subconsciously, his face was pale, he let go and jumped back with a yell, Jiang Chupei was pushed so much by him and fell on the ground. When he looked up, he also screamed.

It turned out that what was hanging from the big tree on the roadside was a decaying person. The upper body that lay across the tree was only a skeleton, but the lower body was intact, hanging dangling from the tree.

"It's the clouded leopard... it's the clouded leopard." Yang Gongquan also took a step back and murmured, "The clouded leopard likes to drag things to the tree and store them to eat slowly."

Sure enough, before the voice fell, a low growl came from among the leaves. The pure white leopard thought that someone was touching its food, came out of the branches and leaves, and roared at the people under the tree. The wooden slave raised his head and flicked a whip in the air, which was regarded as a warning. The clouded leopard hid its paws, shouted at several people, and continued to rest lazily.

"Oh, little brother, you are really amazing. Not only are you good at skills, but you also have a good power?" Seeing the supernatural trees and vines, and seeing Murongxiu's many great places along the way, Yang Gongquan praised him, "If it wasn't for the little brother. , My life must be sent to Tianque."

"Let's go." Murong Xiu smiled, and didn't say much, helping Yang Gongquan who was limping to continue on the road.

I saw a lot of corpses along the road, lying in the dense forest. Because of the humid climate and the many animals, they were all mutilated and began to decay. They were all travelers who came from Zhongzhou but died on the last pass.

"Don't underestimate this small soil slope. There are not fewer people dead there than on this snow mountain. You can pass by yourself, even if you are powerful."-Suddenly, the words of the puppet master on the top of Muztag Snow Mountain sounded. On the ear side, Na Sheng shuddered, looking at a rotten human face exposed in a tree hole next to it, surrounded by fungi.

"Uh...Ailian willow is eating people again." Yang Gongquan shook his head and sighed, hurriedly greeted Na Sheng, "Quickly come back, don't stand under the tree! Be careful that the Ailow will drag you in as flower fertilizer."

However, it was too late. The big tree that resembled a willow tree seemed to have been beaten by someone, and suddenly trembled.