The Immortal’s Poison

Uncle Wen also chuckled, but there was a hint of quenching in his eyes: "The 17 lives of the Wen family died on Mount Emei. We must pursue the line of mountain coffin evil magic anyway. We ca n’t get in the site. Now that Grandpa Grandpa has the news, we two should send him a letter. "Grandpa said so much, he explained things from beginning to end, just to pull the Luo family together, go Send a letter to Qiniang Mountain and take the opportunity to track down the mountain coffin magic.

This time, under the banner of Shizu, he went to Qiniang Mountain.

Wen Tunhai also echoed from the side: "Moreover, the day when the devil came is near."

Luo Er, who picked up buns from the ground and ate them without peeling them, said with a smile: "The Devil is coming? The Wen family knew this was strange four years ago, and you did n’t see you and Crow Ridge knowing that now you are suffering from that evil spell. , And took my house to check again, you are really sturdy enough!

Seventh Wen Wen snorted: "No one from the Luo family disappeared on Mount Emei? Maybe that day the zombie baby broke out a few red-clothed men buried alive!" The Luo family fiddled with the corpse, all lined with red clothes to fight evil. Like the Wen family, after their parents disappeared, they frequently sent people into the mountains but never returned. Until now, no one has lived, no dead or no corpses.

The two old men of the Luo family suddenly changed color, and they would be angry when they patted the table. Uncle Wen stared at the eyes of Mr. Luo who had not completely swollen. He laughed and waved his hand: "Come on, you do n’t know, the words of the fourth son In reason, and the grandfather's whereabouts is unknown, the grandfather's grandmother came out. The three families had broken their bones long ago, and now they are connected to the tendons, Miaozi must always look at things. "

The two heads of the Luo family were slightly surprised, and slowly shook their heads and said nothing.

Uncle Wen did not care what Luo Jia ’s leader responded to, and he looked forward to Wen Leyang: “Wen Leyang, you are now coming out of the old, sick and dead square. Your question, some of our old men have already thought about it!”

Wen Leyang just picked up the last carrot on the plate and immediately threw it back again. The smile nodded to everyone seriously. The disciples in the inner room will be asked by the parents after they come out of the old, sick and dead workshop. Only after they are completed will they be formally assigned to the school, and then can they claim to be the people of Tuoshamen. The ancient family will inherit some weird forms. Since it is a rule, future generations must always obey it.

When Wen Leyang was in Mount Emei, he had long admitted to Changzi that he was a Tuoxiemen, but Changqi was considered to be his own parents and relatives in his hometown. Moreover, as far as Wen Leyang's ability is concerned, it doesn't matter if the title is not the title, that is, to take a form.

Even so warm and happy, I was still full of excitement. Imagine that the majestic future said to the enemy: "Tuo Xie Men!"

"Send this letter to the big dragon root that Miao didn't pay." Uncle Wen had written a letter sometime and took it from the drawer and stuffed it with Wen Leyang. The young seedlings of Qiniang Mountain are unique. The head of the whole family is called ‘Big Dragon Root’. Looking at the whole world, this name is also unique.

Wen Leyang was surprised for a while: "Just ... finished? There is a post in our village."

Uncle Wen laughed and scolded: "Look at the poor! You can handle other things yourself. Anyway, just send the letter and come back, even if you have passed the exam." After that, I looked back at the two heads of the Luo family: "What about you?"

The two old men hesitated for a while before answering: "Let Mumu follow along."

To send letters to young seedlings, especially for the first time in nearly two thousand years, the candidate must always consider it. If you are the one who comes directly to the door, it may seem too grand. If people do n’t eat the face, they will lose their faces. In fact, in terms of the Wen family, the most suitable person is Wen Tunhai, but he won the Flying Sword a few days ago, and he still dare not speak loudly, so he can only let his disciple Wen Leyang take a trip. Fortunately, he is now I have reborn, and I can cope with any danger.

The situation at Wuyaling is similar. They were sent out after they were sent, and their two old men went to shame. The corpses of the two of them were thrown at Emei Mountain. Their ability was greatly reduced. Only when they think about it, there are only small peppers around them. .

Uncle Luo suddenly stared at Wen Leyang, and the tone was bland. He almost couldn't breathe: "Wen Jiazi, Mu Mu went to Qiniang Mountain on this trip. If something happened, you'd better not come back." Wen Leyang Nodded seriously, in fact, Luo Luo did not need to ask this sentence at all.

Grandpa Wen Si just wanted to sneer at him, Grandpa shook his head to stop him, he said with a smile: "It is to send a letter, what is the danger, Miao will not be close to outsiders, but after all, he is also a descendant of Tuosha. There will always be a feeling of incense "

Luo Luo looked at the old men of the Wen family: "After the Miaozi's things are clarified, several of you will also go to Crow Ridge to walk around. Let's get close."

The four old men of the Wen family either teased, or calmly, or pointedly pointed out their noses and answered in unison: "Do you think I am stupid?"

Early the next morning, Wen Leyang and Mu Mu set off. They were accompanied by 16 dead-handed players and 16 people of the 100-footed insect. Wen did not stand at the head of the team, but his brother Wen followed. Behind him.

Wen is not a long five big three thick, is a white man, walking on the road briskly like stepping on the fart floating in the wind, since the road has not stopped his mouth.

Wen said nothing but was black and thin, with a height of less than one meter and five, and he had to be spared to see a weight of 80 pounds. His feet were calm and tamped, like a nail, he nailed himself in the soil at each step, and then pulled Taking the next step, he really did not say a word with his mouth tightly closed as his brother said.

Xiaoyi and two silly uncles have been sending them to the foot of the mountain, watching Wen Leyang's back and forth, the big tears are falling like pearls, and Wen Jiu and Wen 13 are scrambling to wipe the tears for the little girl.

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Qiniang Mountain is located in Shuzhong. Miao Bujiao is not on the mountain, but lives at the foot of the mountain for generations. Where there is no mountain, there is no road. The mountain has been changed because of the Jinsha River in ancient times. Large and small lakes and large areas of jungle.

With the changes in the weather in the Shu area and the growth of plants, countless lakes have gradually turned into silt ponds and swamps of swamps. Some swamps have been covered with floating soil, and nothing can be seen on the surface. With great care, it will inevitably fall into it.

Thousands of years of animal and plant decay, and there will be no signs everywhere.

Mu Mu stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, smiled and shook his head bitterly: "Where is there any prohibition, outsiders can not enter at all."

Wen didn't make a slobbing face, and he refused to let go of an opportunity to speak: "Ordinary people can't get in, but we can't help us, Wen Bucao, Crow Ridge hidden for two thousand years ..."

Wen Leyang hurriedly interrupted him. When he first stepped into the forest that covered the sky, although it was winter now, the forest here was still flourishing, and there was no sign of desolation.

Although old vines are scattered under the feet, it is rugged, but no danger was found.

The people with dead fonts and parasites spread out, and carefully explored the way around. Wen did not make quick steps and followed Wen Leyang: "Brother, you do n’t know, there are countless rivers and hot springs in this underground, there are no seasons at all. The difference is that the more you go inside, the hotter it will be ~ www.readwn.com ~ Wen Leyang gave him a slightly different look: "How do you know? "

Wen didn't make a smug smile: "On the skill of Shantou Shan, I'm the last one in the dead font, but to talk about the experience of the rivers and lakes, I said a crazy word, I want to be regarded as the second, no one dares to be the first. "

Wen Leyang nodded with a smile, and the four masters confided this to himself, of course.

A group of people shuttled in the forest, and if they did not do it, they did not live up to their expectations. From time to time, they would observe trees and soil, and lead everyone to bypass the invisible swamp and the dangerous zone that may spew poisonous malaria at any time. I walked all the way, and Wen did not mark the dead word along the way. He smiled and explained to Wen Leyang: "Now the road is clear and the direction is easy to distinguish, but Miaozi ’s witchcraft is very rare. If we start with, we will definitely turn around and leave the mark ready. . "

According to Wen ’s calculations, it takes about four days to travel at the daytime and rest at night.

When it was dark, the accompanying family masters chose a dry highland camping without command, set up vigilance and traps around, lit a campfire and started cooking.

Wen Leyang chewed the carrot, and asked the little pepper with a curious expression: "A egg doesn't need to eat?"

Little Chili flicked at him angrily: "Are you still eating when you die?"

Wen Leyang smiled generously and surprised, just about to talk, and suddenly there was a rattling sound outside, as if there was a pony, approaching them.

Mu Mu looked in the direction of the voice, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Leyang's arm: "Here's a ... bench ~ www.readwn.com ~ Welcome book readers to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serialization All works are in ~ www.readwn.com ~