Chapter 160: Purple vine leaves

It’s just a sigh of sorrow, and this is a shocking sorrow. Hey – this person really can’t relax too much. This relaxes and the speech is always leaking.
She laughed: "I am just kidding, what do I do so seriously?"
joke? She just didn't seem to be joking.
Hu Feng didn't ask again. Meng Nan didn't bother to ask. My heart was always playing drums. I was constantly comforting myself. Although this forest looks sinister, it must be just an ordinary grove. There is no big tiger in it. No, no.
Hu Feng led the way in front, and Jin Shiwei was behind him. Bai Yu and Meng Nan were sandwiched by two people. This kind of formation, even if walking in the deep forest, can make people feel better, not so scared.
At least the day is like this. The second time I entered the mountain, I was obviously not as scared and scared as I came when I first came.
Meng Nan followed the white squat, holding the dagger in his hand. Every step forward, his face seemed to be a bit whiter.
"Alright, haven't you arrived yet?" The more he went, the more his heart was, as if there was a big tiger waiting for him.
Bai Hao looked around and said: "Hurry, it's near here. I saw it near here last time."
Jin Weiwei asked: "There are similarities in this forest. How do you determine where you saw it last time, is it near here?"
The white pheasant pointed to the weeds on the side of the road. In the eyes of the gold guards, it was wild grass. In the eyes of the white scorpion, they were the herbs that cleared the fire. "This is the light silver grass. When I came back, it was only this. I have seen it, and the purple vine leaves are seen after I saw the silver grass, and I can't go wrong."
Meng Nan saw her settled, and her heart was a little bit safe. It seems that there is no need to go deeper. It seems that there will be no big tigers today.
After another few steps, Bai Hao suddenly stopped. She was excited to point to a big tree in front of the left: "Look, that is the purple vine leaves."
The three men followed her fingers and saw a huge ancient tree wrapped in dense purple vines. The leaves on the rattan were triangular, with pink and dark purple colors, occasionally visible between the gaps. The little purple flowers are not directly under the direct sunlight, but those small flowers are still very beautiful, showing the vitality of life.
Meng Nan looked at it for a while, but did not see anything special: "What kind of herbal medicine is this? What disease is it?"
When the white pheasant stepped forward, he picked a piece of vine leaves and scented it in front of his nose. It smelled like that. The scent was much thicker than what she smelled in modern times. It would be better to think of it, maybe even three. No use for ten days, potatoes can drop fruit.
"This is called Zimanta, not for healing. I want to use it to grow the land. Don't be idle. Help me find the root of this purple vine leaf. Just find its root and put it. With the roots broken, we can easily pull these vines off the tree without hurting the vine leaves."
The surrounding trees are all vines. The four people split their actions. One person stared at a tree and followed the vines wrapped around the trunk to find the roots.
The four men held a vine, and after they turned around, the four gathered in front of a slope. The vines in their hands gathered on the main branch of a man's arm.
The very thick main branch has been extended to the of the soil. It seems that the main root of the purple vine leaves is behind this slope.