The downstream of the river is no different from the scenery upstream. The lush and huge trees and jungle were filled with people. Huabian went through a lot of trouble, but she had already left Yan Hanmu and others and flew downstream for more than ten miles, but she did not find any inhabited people, even if there were traces of inhabited people. Just when she wanted to give up, a familiar knocking sound came from the lush forest. The sound was not very loud. Fortunately, Huabian felt agile. When she heard these inaudible sounds, she was like suddenly catching a life-saving straw in the mud.
Following the sound, she went deep into the woods, but she still couldn't find any houses and bamboo houses that she imagined. The towering trees were like nails, nailing all her vision into a boring nail board.
The sound of "bangbang" became clearer and clearer. Finally, the sound stopped abruptly in front of an old wrinkled tree covered with withered vines hanging upside down.
She saw Zheng, and to be precise, she saw Zheng's tail, five long golden and red leopard tails, like five hideous snakes, exposed from the holes of the wrinkled old tree, floating lazily up and down slightly.
Hua Feng knew his ears, and even if he shouted, he might not be able to hear it, so he simply pulled one of his tail and pulled it backwards...
The leisurely "bangbang" sound stopped, and he turned around suddenly. When he saw the flowers rolling, the surprise on his face wrinkled into tree bark.
"Children, what are you doing again!" Zheng was very surprised.
Hua Fan was also very surprised: "Old man, why did you live in a tree hole? Could it be that you don't have a house in this bright moon west?" She thought, there might be another possibility, that his house was burned by her during the last fire. In that case, Zheng would definitely claim compensation from her. Wouldn't this cause a loss of money?
But Zheng's answer was very unexpected, "Since the beginning of the prehistoric world, the demons have scattered in forests and waters. They don't have to use earth and stone as houses like those low-level mortals, and they are like cocoons, so that their nature cannot be fully utilized."
"So have you been living in this tree hole?" Hua Fei couldn't understand his stubbornness.
"No, no. This bright moon can be home everywhere in the jungle of the west," he said.
He also slept in a tree hole.
"Okay, okay... we are not struggling with the problem of tree holes. I have something urgent now. I ask you for help from my grandfather!" Hua turned around and looked at the sun, and it was already setting westward even more powerful.
Zheng began to pretend to be deaf and dumb again, "I have only one handful of bones left in this world. My mind is useless, no longer useful..." As he said that, he slowly prepared to return to his tree hole step by step.
Where can Hua Feng let him go back? He quickly grabbed one of his red leopard tail with both hands. "Old man, this matter is really urgent, it's life-saving!"
When Zheng heard the word "help", he finally looked back and looked back: "Children! You don't seem to have any worries about your life, so why bother to open your eyes and speak nonsense?"
Hua Fan said: "Old man, what I am talking about is not saving my life. There are two demons who are dying in their lives, waiting for you to grow old and help you!"
Zheng's face changed instantly: "You actually brought the stranger here! Mingyue Sinai is a very secret place. How can you let the stranger enter here?"
Hua Fan said: "Buddhist often says that [people should have the virtue of being alive]. As an old man, you should take it as your responsibility to save sentient beings, right? Why bother to worry about those minor things? Now time can't wait, let's go quickly..." As he said that, he pulled his tail and ran to the upper reaches of the river.
Zhe cursed with angrily, but she couldn't help but let her walk the far road together. Hua Cai took a slight nose and simply sat on Zhe's back like a horse to hitchhike. Zhe cursed, Hua Cai stuck out her tongue, and Zhe stopped caring. Zhe stopped leaving.
Hua Feng was also impatient. At this time, facing such a stubborn old man, the angry eyes that came out of her heart made her mouth burst out, but he still forced a slow attitude:
"Old man, it's not right for me to bring the newborn, but our ancestors retained this pure land for the reproduction of my race, and the descendants of my demon clan. His life this time depends on this divine water to appear. Even if I ask you for a time...
"Oh!" Zhen sighed heavily, "I have no way out of the words that come out of your yellow-haired girl's mouth. The person who comes should be Gusha, right?"
Hua Fei nodded in shock, and was about to explain the reason for Gusha's injury, but Zhe snatched the conversation again:
"Then let's talk."
As he said that, Zhe jumped into the water, shook the loose tail, and swam forward. Zhe was old. After all, she was old, and although she was not easy to swim, she was quite steady and powerful. Huafeng followed closely and trotted all the way.
As the river was climbing down, the flowers flipped down and felt that the river flowed from east to west. The river channel became wider and wider, but the scenery became quieter. After walking about two miles, even the vague birds could not be heard around. Looking up, it was just a dizzy green forest. Further to the depths, the green was also darkened by the gloomy sky.
When night fell for the first time, the two of them rushed to the upper reaches of the river, where the Yan Hanmu was recorded.
Half a long sword sank into the yellow sand, sparse stars and light moon. On the banks of the river, above Sha Ting, Yan Hanmu and Gusha both sat in their knees. Facing the shimmering river water, the two seemed to be talking about something. From a distance, the picture was very harmonious. Yan Hanmu held the tightly wrapped child in his arms, which actually made people feel an association between a family of three.
In an instant, Hua Fan felt that he was not sending a savior to rain in time, but rather like a light bulb that disturbed his lover.
"Hanmu - Gusha -" Hua Fan waved his hands forward several times before finally breaking the "three-person world". Zheng also got ashore, and everyone sat on the ground.
Yan Hanmu saw Hua Fei and Zheng, tears rolling down involuntarily. She didn't bother to comb her messy hair, and quickly used her sleeves to help Zheng wipe the water from her body. Hua Fei also washed her face with river water at will. Looking back at Gusha sitting cross-legged, her eyes closed, her face was pale and clear, and she was as angry as a wandering spring. Hua Fei thought of his sobriety and spirit this morning, and couldn't help but feel tight.
"He was poisoned deeply," Yan Hanmu hurriedly explained. "Lying down flat will cause the venom to spread all over the body."
Hua Feng recalled her association with her "three-person world" just now, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Zhe sat by the river, the halo of dusk spread all over the stream, and the ripples were like colorful fish scales. "This bright moon in the west can indeed save lives, so it was said to be the [land of return]."
Hua Cai frowned and finally expressed her long-standing doubts: "But, old man, when I came here last time, I was obviously injured by the water. Didn't you say that this water can kill the demons?"
Gusha said: "From another perspective, this is the case. In fact, the water here can not only kill the demons, but also restore the demons to death."
Hua Feng and Yan Hanmu both widened their eyes, and even Gusha, who was very weak, started to cough violently because of surprise.
"This stream was created by gods in ancient times. When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the stream here was the most yin and cold, which could kill the demons. However, if it was at noon of the day, the stream here was the most yang and strong. The demons were the servants of the destiny and had the strongest perception of the yin and yang of the heaven and earth. Therefore, the most yin can take the life of the demons, and the most yang can make the demons come back to life."
When the flowers and Yan Hanmu listened, they all seemed to understand... Yan Hanmu looked up and saw that the moon had gradually moved from the east to the center of the night sky. A round of bright as ice, the cold light was melting, making people's souls thrill and swaying.
Yan Hanmu is the female version of Yanhong Tears. She has always been a straightforward personality. Seeing the moon above the sky, she walked to the river without saying a word and reached out to pick up the water and tried it.
"Be careful!" Hua Feng and Gu Sha both blurted out - Hua Feng was half a beat slower than Gu Sha.
It was too late. Yan Hanmu's fingers had touched the river water. In an instant, blood flowed everywhere, and blood fell into the stream, and terrifying white smoke and dust rose.
Only Zheng was calm. He took out his old pipe from somewhere, sucked the hookah in a gurgling manner, and small smoke rings rose one by one under the moonlight.
"Hmph! If you don't listen to the old man, you will be destined to suffer a loss!"
Yan Hanmu endured the pain and turned around and gave a cold look.
Zheng said, "It's okay. Although this water is extremely cold, it is not poisonous. If it is just a little bit, the wound will heal naturally after a long time."
Flowers and ancient sand's heart returned to its original position.
Zheng mentioned the "poison", but reminded Yan Hanmu and something. She asked Zheng: "At noon, this water can help you, can it be detoxified? The wound of ancient sand is not only a wound cut by an iron tool, but also a hook-kiss poison on the croaker. This poison is the best in the world. I wonder if the water in the west of the bright moon can be resolved?"
Zheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't understand the function of the river water in the west of the bright moon. Although I am already in my twilight years, I don't know how many old people have lived and died. I haven't tried this river water in person, but a few decades ago, an old friend once used it and told me the secret of the water."
He spitted smoke rings and fell into memories.
Old man, how dare you ask the river how it will bring Gusha's life?"
The smoke and cold evening are straight to the point.
The ze looked at the wider part of the river to the west.
"It's not this stream that can save lives." Zheng said slowly, "It's the deep pool water accumulated by the river in the west."
Walking westward for five miles is the end of this forest and the brightest place in the legend, so this place is called Mingyue West.”
"There is only one try now." Hua Fan heard Yan Hanmu's hesitation and persuaded her to explain.