Chapter 42: Coveted

After Chu Huan and Nan Shan left the cave, they deliberately walked a little far away, intending to stop by for any potential dangers around them.
At this time the sun had risen, the sun shone on the huge stone wall, and the shattered light shone like a diamond.
In this world, there is no acid rain, no haze, no dust, no noise. At first glance, it is green mountains and clear waters, and the sea of ​​clouds is long, and it is as clean as if no human has ever dabbled in it. Just pick a perspective and you can win. .
Who knew it was a place to eat people?
During the day, the small animals were very alert and did not dare to come and go. They walked for a long time and only caught a few hares. It is estimated that there are not enough hungry wolves to stuff their teeth.
Chu Huan opened his binoculars and scrutinized the water carefully. He said to Nanshan, "There are fish in the water. I caught two fish and grilled them for you."
Nanshan seemed to be allergic to the word "water" and immediately rejected: "No, no water is allowed."
Chu Huan glanced at him sideways, and smiled a little badly: "You haven't crossed the door yet, you'll take care of me first?"
Nanshan had never heard of this word and asked unclearly, "Cross the door? Which door did you pass?"
"After passing my door, it is the person of my family. Which door did you say?" Chu Huan touched Nanshan's chin.
He just wanted to hang in his own heart, and did not intend to provoke Nanshan, but he could not keep up with the changes, and somehow provoke it, and inexplicably developed to this step, all the way down the river, uncontrollable, Chu Huan recalled it all Feeling trance incredible.
However, since it caused trouble, it seemed impossible to look back. In this way, Chu Huan let go.
Nanshan did not expect that the person who was still "sentimental and ceremonial" before, suddenly changed his face like turning a book, and directly transitioned to the manual link. This strange flirtation.
"Huh." Chu Huan said with emotion, "You used to talk to me a lot, why don't you talk to me all of a sudden now? Is it because of the imbalance in my mouth, or will I come back?"
This was Nanshan's first heartbeat in his life, and it was the first time he had a love relationship with others. He had no experience and hadn't found a clue about where to start. He was suddenly controlled by Chu Huan and could only stumble. Follow along. Chu Huan's words ran hard in his dead brain, he opened his eyes to the maximum and his throat was terribly dry.
Chu Huan stepped up, and Nanshan stood up as a stumped wooden pile, and he closed his eyes as he was about to.
Later, he heard Chu Huan chuckling softly, and then something seemed to be lightly tapped on his face. Before he could react to what it was, he heard the sound of water not far away.
Nanshan quickly opened his eyes and saw that Chu Huan had dropped his shoes and got into the water.
After all, Chu Huan was well-balanced. He was not close to the main river channel. He just went deep into the mountain stream on his knees.
He just wanted to do something, but when he looked at Nanshan's red body, he laughed and did nothing.
He felt like he was facing a big baby, salivating, but he couldn't bear to talk.
Nanshan recovered, and found himself amused by him. First, he was a little ashamed. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
He sat down on the edge of the mountain stream, released the harmonica from his waist, and played a minor tone that Chu Huan had never heard. The sound started cheerfully, turning back in the middle, and at the end, it seemed to reveal a small flower cavity.
Chu Huan barefoot stepped on the stones under the water, leisurely looking for fish in the water, what was blowing in this section of Nanshan, he no longer has to ask.
Suddenly, a little smile from the corner of Chu Huan's mouth froze. He maintained a stooped posture, his eyes staring at the water suddenly sharpened-he found that groups of fish in the water were doing a straight line motion at a constant speed. They come from one direction, the formation will never change, and they have been swimming, but the stance of the tail swing is rigid and stereotyped, and the frequency is unchanged.
The fish in the water didn't seem to see a person as big as him standing in it, hitting Chu Huan's calf without turning, being picked up by Chu Huan, his cheeks were still moving, and suddenly left the water But not struggling, the tail of the swing still maintains the same frequency, as if the wind-up mechanism is wound up.
Chu Huan waved his hand to Nanshan, and Nanshan saw that he had a wrong look, and he had put the harmonica back: "What's wrong?"
"The fish seems wrong." Chu Huan stepped ashore, "I don't think this can be eaten. Come and see what happened."
Nanshan took it over and looked at it solemnly for a while. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He took out his knife and gently opened the gills.
I saw that the gills of the fish were neither pink nor purple-black, which appeared after a long time of leaving the water. It was unnaturally white.
Why is there a whitish place like a fish gill filled with blood vessels?
Chu Huan took a closer look and found that it was not lack of blood color, but that the gills of the fish were covered with something. At first glance, it looked like ringworm, and when it looked again, it was actually a small white flower that overlapped one after another.
Chu Huan had goose bumps even without intensive phobia: "What is this?"
Nanshan frowned more and more tightly, and then he jumped up and grabbed Chu Huan: "Mutai that can't be touched, sound beast that can't be heard, eye eater that can't be seen, this is not to be tasted-let's go back ! "
Moreover, after Chu Huan and Nanshan left, Yuan Ping fidgeted for a while, and finally could not help but poked Xiaofang: "Hey, brother, your patriarch and that ... who is that, is that what?"
Who? Which what?
Xiao Fang stared at his ignorant eyes and looked at him with curiosity.
The two men stared at each other for a moment, Yuan Ping pressed the corner of his cramped eyes, and finally defeated, but the mallet answered next to him: "I know."
Yuan Ping couldn't believe his intelligence level, but he couldn't hold back all the gossip and had no choice but to bow down and listen.
Facts have proved that as long as the mallet is not counted, it is still very clever. I saw that he picked up a piece of dry cake without hesitation, slowly shattered it and threw it into his mouth, chewing slowly and hanging his appetite for a while. Then he shook his head and said, "Actually, I knew it already. You don't know. When the good used to teach us Chinese by the big white stone at the mountain gate, the patriarch didn't sit down every time when he came over. It is necessary to make a big circle first, until he finds a good and smiles with him, it seems to settle down, what to do. "
Xiao Fang struggled to remember, and later found that he was only concerned about being a "chalkboard cleaner" for Chu Huan. Who looked at him, he had no impression at all.
Yuan Ping: "What? At that time, I started to frown? Hey, no, Chu Huan is not a teacher. What Chinese?"
This time Xiaofang finally caught up with the topic, and quickly squeezed the mallet aside, rushing to answer: "The teacher who was going to pick up was halfway away. We recognized the wrong person, good bitch, and came with us wrongly."
"Good ass," Yuan Pingbel said. "It's almost the same when I see it."
Yuan Ping understood the cause and effect, and after a long while, "Ah," he was answered, and his question was answered for a long time. He should have felt the unique sense of comfort brought by a while of gossip, and should laugh a few meaningfully, then Take Chu Huan as a pastime.
However, no.
He inexplicably remembered that when he was a child, when he was out of school every day, he would guerrilla and lead people to block Chu Huan.
At that time, the boy was so annoying and annoying. Yuan Ping thought of it now, and he felt itchy roots. But it seems that after a blink of an eye, the two of them suddenly have their own faces, and they will never grab each other's girlfriends.
One of them is dead, the other is better with the man.
Yuan Ping seemed to be unresponsive, and it was only then that the taste came back-time would not stay, he was no longer frivolous in his youth.
Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, old people are not old people, and the familiar quarrel is just a bowl of cold rice.
Can not go back.
Yuan Ping realized that he had nothing to do with the world on the other side of the mountain and river. Suddenly, his heart, which thought he could hold a hundred rivers, was inexplicably overwhelmed by a wave of depression.
The mallet didn't notice Yuan Ping's face, and was still talking to himself: "People who have come to the river before, but I was still as big as my son at that time, and I don't remember the person's appearance much."
Yuan Ping inherited a lot of messy memories from Shengquan, and had some impressions, but he didn't know much about it, so he listened to the stick and described it with greed and vinegar. Yuan Ping frowned, thinking: "Bacheng is a drug dealer."
The mallet said: "Since then, the elders hate to come in contact with outsiders, but there are holy books ... Alas, a good is a good brother, don't be like the last one."
Yuan Ping did not want to think: "He will not."
The mallet was stunned, and immediately scratched his hair: "I know, you and he must be very good brothers, or beside the Holy Spring, how could he think you are in his heart?"
Yuan Ping stayed for a while. After a while, he didn't admit it or refute, but just walked aside silently, helping Dashan wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead.
The mallet made up its own brain, and hummed and said: "Today is a day off, the patriarch may have to go out all day."
After he finished speaking, he didn't know something trivial, and he snickered like an old hen, but the laughter stuck in his throat more than once-Nanshan they came back, and they didn't know if they heard it or not.
The mallet stood up quickly, wincing as a thief was caught, and said a rather ambiguous sentence: "Clan ... Patriarch, so fast?"
He owed so much that Nanshan couldn't stand it anymore, so Nanshan threw the dying fish that was still swinging at a constant speed on the face of the mallet.
Several people immediately surrounded them, and the mallet wiped the water off his face. After turning the gills open, he murmured a word that Chu Huan had not heard.
Yuan Ping's real-time translation: "The vain flower, the vain flower that cannot be tasted."
First, you can't touch it, you can't listen, you can't watch it, now you can't taste it.
The next ... will it not smell?
Xiaofang was anxious: "Patriarch, the vain flower grows in the water. It is said that its nectar will sweeten the entire water area. If you eat it by mistake, people will lose their mind like this fish and keep walking, no matter who is called Do n’t wake up until you break your legs and kill people-then, ca n’t the downstream water be drunk? "
Therefore, the sound beast that originally lived downstream will escape to the upstream.
Stick mallet: "Patriarch, are we still going?"
Nanshan glanced at him and said lightly: "The mountain range is a ten-day trip. The old rules are forgotten. We haven't finished half of it."
The mallet's face was still hesitant, and Xiaofang had slapped it on the back of his head: "Afraid? Coward."
The mallet gave a sharp blow to his head, glaring at Xiaofang. He didn't care. He just felt his two eyelids leaping alternately. He was jumped upset, and he always felt something ominous ahead.
Several people couldn't rest immediately, and quickly split up to collect water, only looking for water in the waters with fish, and judging the water quality according to the fish's mental state.
Prepared in a hurry, they officially started the next day.
Dashan has basically recovered his ability to move. Although his eyes are broken, the teenager is quite stiff. He does not let people carry his life and death. He only cut a wooden stick and let him take him in front.
The mallet stayed worried for a night, and the next day it seemed to be to divert his attention, and he became more bearish.
He took advantage of the opportunity to bully the mountain and couldn't see it, and inserted a bright red bright red trumpet flower into the head of this person. This righteous good boy suddenly raised a matchmaker's temper from the top of his head. I didn't know it. Looking up for the chest, Qi Yuxuan.
I do n’t know why, from the honest patriarch to the honest and honest Xiaofang, there is no squeak in the road, and everyone pretends in unison to see.
The road ahead was too thrilling. At this time, everyone was forced to get up and take a step to explore three steps. Even so, it was almost encountering several sound beasts.
The closer it is to the downstream, the more brutal the sound beast that ran past, making them—especially the legendary Yuan Ping who was afraid of reptiles became more nervous.
Sometimes hordes of sound beasts screamed while running, indifferently attacking, Chu Huan they could not run, they could not hide, they had to cover their ears and curl up to hide as much as possible.
The earth moving the mountains makes them a group of disgraced faces, even if the concussion is really unbearable, really unless the iron man can adapt-unfortunately, the mountain guard and the gatekeeper are naturally iron men.
Chu Huan finally spit out Yuan Ping's discriminatory gaze—or while Nanshan was not nearby.
Xiao Fang patted his back, comforting and said: "Just get used to it, just get used to it."
Can I be immune if I am used to it?
The mallet next to him turned his eyes and shook his unwitting cleverness. The probe said eloquently, "Oh, in fact, it's okay to have a ritual, good bitch, you have changed the blood, and you have Mutai's poison bag No need to carry it with you. "
Chu Huan glanced at him with a smile, and said half a lifetime in Lizu language: "Did you change your blood to be your son-in-law?"
Nanshan went to investigate the situation ahead. When the mallet saw that the patriarch was not there, he stretched his neck sneakily and looked around. He rubbed his hands frivolously and smiled at Chu Huan.
Xiao Fang was so honest that he couldn't get used to his virtue, so he raised a big slap like a fan, and put a slap on the back of his head: "Just talk a lot."
Chu Huan's face hadn't eased from the aftermath of the concussion, but the spirit had already lived up first, and said with a smile: "Besides, I still have to prepare the gift."
Bangmao and Xiaofang couldn't understand what "hire" was, but Yuan Ping did. He looked at the outspoken Chu Huan with surprise, and thought with amazement: "It's really shameless after the goods are bent."
When Nanshan came back, Yuan Ping began to stare at Nanshan strangely again. He listened to the story of Nanshan ’s parents and felt that the chief of the guardian of Shanshan had a bad eyesight. This is probably a family inheritance. This generation of generations are all so strange in taste What kind of monsters are you?
Nanshan was so hairy by him that he couldn't help but brushed Yuan Ping warningly when he passed by-Nanshan always had an inexplicable sense of crisis for him and felt Chu Huan was too close to this person.
Yuan Ping miraculously grasped the meaning of his glance. He immediately shivered, and with one finger, he wished to swear loyalty: "Patriarch, you, you ... You can't injustice me like this, you can rest assured, the world You are the only one who has such a strong taste. My next life and my next life will not be an attempt to have a dime, otherwise the sky will be thunderous-even if there is only one living thing left in the world, I would rather dig a pit to Earth!"
Nanshan: "..."
As a goalkeeper, he didn't have the door in his mouth. Nanshan felt inconvenient to comment on his identity, but he decided to go back and tell Luger a good response to the problem.
At dusk on this day, several people finally arrived at the lower reaches of the river and into the estuary. There were no other creatures here.
... Except for the so-called "dark flower".
It was the first plant that made Chu Huan feel "shocked".
The dead vines overlapped and woven into an ugly and huge cobweb. The overwhelming horizontal frame lay on the water and submerged in the water for several meters. The deformed riverbed was chopped tightly and naturally formed. A wide and solid bridge with no leaves on the dead branches, but full of white flowers like snow.
Intertwined by the large net of the dead branches, there are countless bare bones, with fish, mutai, flat people, and even huge sound beasts ...
The fish's tail and the legs of various creatures are all broken. The broken bones are inserted into the dead branches of the plant. They are so entangled that they can't be separated. A bunch of vines penetrated into the leg bones of the corpse and came out again, as if sucking up the bone marrow. , Blooming more and more dazzling.
So weird, so beautiful.