Huang Cao looked intoxicated and took a deep breath.

People stand up.

Raise your head and spread your two front paws into a hug.

"Huh~ This damn smell of green grass, this wind, this ouch..."

Gongyang Dong first threw the backpack out, and his head came out of the hole. He was covered in dirt, especially the dirt in his hair, which made his scalp itchy. Sometimes I envy the pig butcher's shiny bald head. Long hair is really cumbersome. After leaving the hole, he left and right

Look, eh? That guy Huang Cao came out first, why is he gone?

At the bottom of the grassy slope, the one-eyed weasel climbed up with an angry groan and stared at the ram's neck.

His eyes were fierce and he wanted to drink blood.

"Hey! That ram! Let's add two more Bobo chickens after we come down the mountain!"

As soon as Yuan Yu emerged from the hole, he heard Huang Cao's words. Thinking about it carefully, it was quite good. It was time to celebrate.

Before he could open his mouth to order a few jars of old wine, something floated in the wind and slapped the weasel spirit on his face. When he looked carefully, he was overjoyed. It was a drawing of the cracks in hell everywhere!

I thought I was taken away by the arrogant monk and lost, but unexpectedly it flew back again. Okay! Great!

The yellow grass was covered with blueprints and squeaked and spun around. Yuan Yu and Gong Yangyang were so anxious when they saw this, they all rushed to grab the blueprints and almost didn't crush the yellow grass.

"Wow! Have you two ever thought about exposing the wolf? How ungrateful!"

The two young men ignored Huang Cao and carefully put the drawings away in relief.

perhaps……

God has arranged all this.

Gongyang glanced at Huangcao and felt that there was something wrong with what he just said and it was unreasonable.

"Old Huang, are you...are you...?"

When I asked whether it was a wolf or a rat, I didn't dare to say it. There are rumors among the people that this kind of spirit likes to ask people for help. It is said that it is a human or an immortal, which can help one's spiritual practice, but on the contrary, it can be harmful. In any case, this spirit is still good, and I am afraid that I will say a word.

Fucked it.

"It's okay, but it doesn't matter. I don't like hypocritical seals. In the future, I will be recognized based on my ability. Don't think I am small, but I am definitely powerful. I have eaten chickens, ducks and fat sheep."

"Why do I think there is something in your words? My last name is Gongyang."

"That's a sheep too."

"..."

"Shh, be quiet, let's leave quickly."

One man and one beast looked at each other and were about to quarrel. Yuan Yu quickly interrupted and asked the two guys to stop making trouble. If the monks from the arrogant clan found out, their work would be in vain.

Huang Cao stroked the long beards on both sides of his mouth in a cool way. The confident appearance made the two humans feel at ease? I think the weasel spirit is also pretty good. The small round ears don't look as fierce as other animals? The key is reliable? Compared with the two of them, they are more powerful.

Like an old Jianghu.

He quickly started flattering, and Lao Huang was intoxicated by his words of praise.

Huang Cao waved his short claws repeatedly to pretend to be reserved? But in fact, he pricked up his ears for fear of missing a word.

"Hehe, is it too much to praise? We have been in jail together and we are all brothers? Let's see Huang take you down the mountain."

"Lao Huang is really talented and has extraordinary literary talent."

Gongyang's flattery made Yuan Yu feel numb, and he really wondered where Weasel learned the human language.

The yellow grass leads the roadside and talks while walking.

"Well, it's a long story? In fact, the mountains are quite nice? Who knows that a strange thing happened one night a while ago. The moon suddenly shed more moonlight and the legendary Emperor's Ouyang. It's good, but there are ghosts in the mountains.

Too much, not enough territory? I have no choice but to leave my hometown."

"Leaving one's hometown means leaving one's hometown and going to a distant place."

Gong Yanggu couldn't help but correct him.

Huang Cao nodded.

"So that's what happened? I was lying on the roof of the private school to learn what people were saying, but the wind was too strong and I couldn't hear clearly."

"..."

Do the ancients sincerely deceive me? Strong wind can really delay studies.

The two young men followed the gray-headed yellow grass behind them through the bushes and woods. Although there seemed to be no path, they could always find a narrow and winding path with two feet wide. Can they walk through steep places? Sometimes they went up and sometimes they went down. They could always avoid the scope of human activities.

The bark of many trees along the rugged and narrow road was worn smooth, which was strange.

Gongyang Dong looked curious.

"Old Huang, have you been here before?"

"Not really."

"Then why is it so familiar?"

"Because what we are walking on now is the path of animals. You humans often say that snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths, and wild boars and blue sheep have many paths. In the words of the private school teacher, it is a 'beast path'."

"..."

The two of them didn't expect to be reduced to such a situation and relied on animal ways to escape.

Although my heart felt uncomfortable, my feet followed me honestly. When they were twisting and turning in the mountains, they would always find rocks to cross when they encountered a fast stream. They secretly sighed that the natives were the most reliable, even if the two of them escaped by themselves, they would still be tired.

Die in the mountains and find no way.

After walking along the valley for a long time, Huangcao easily found a way to cross the river and found a giant tree lying across the valley.

The running water roared below, and the splashing water fell on the giant tree, making it even more slippery. The giant tree was very thick and seemed easy to pass, but it was actually very difficult.

The yellow grass that has always been walking upright easily walks up the giant tree.

It was a leisurely walk.

He held his head with his paws and squinted his eyes, looking here and there and sniffing, as if the wetness didn't exist.

When Yuan Xu saw this, he stepped on it without hesitation. Then, his feet slipped and he sat down on the tree trunk. His eyes widened. It felt so sour...

Seeing this, Gongyang Dong calmly put down his backpack, rummaged around and took out two pairs of non-slip shoes made of animal skins.

Two people and one animal crossed the river and rested in the evening. Huangcao found a dry cave.

Make a fire and use the hot flames to dry wet clothes.

Frightened and on tenterhooks, the two young men were so tired from walking over mountains and ridges that their soles of their feet were numb and they almost dragged their legs on the road. Finally, they were able to sleep peacefully.

The bonfire was crackling and very warm.

The two young men still gnawed on the cake. The difference from last time was that this time it could be softened with water. A certain weasel went hunting in the dark and brought back two pheasants and small fish skewered with grass stalks. The authentic mountain and stream game was delicious.

Wrap it in big leaves and burn it over charcoal fire for a while to make it fragrant.

Huang Cao has been around in the world for many years, and he has come up with all kinds of interesting stories and dirty jokes.

The three guys just had to burn some yellow paper to become brothers of different races.

Late at night, a heavy rain came unexpectedly.

The bonfire inside the cave was warm, and withered grass and dry leaves were piled into a simple bed. The two of them hugged each other and slept soundly...

This situation lasted for two days, and it turned into a weasel leading two savages.

Finally, they met a human being at noon one day. Yuan Yu and Gong Yangyang almost danced with the woodcutter they met.

In the afternoon, the weather was sultry.

In the only inn in the town, Huang Cao stood on the table and gnawed on chicken bones.

"Brother Huang, don't just eat chicken, come and have a bowl!"

"You must drink this bowl of wine! Otherwise, you will lose face and deny that we are brothers!"

"Second brother and third brother, I, Lao Huang, will do it first out of respect!"

Without saying a word, Huang Cao picked up the wine bowl, which was extremely large for it. He pressed his head into it and started drinking. His belly bulged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"good!"

Yuan Yu and Gong Yangguo shouted, raised their heads and poured heavily. The farmer's turbid wine was now better than the fairy wine.

Drinking is not just about the category, it’s about the mood.
Chapter completed!