"Since I'm here, how could I come back empty-handed!" Rong Changan looked at the vermilion plant with firm eyes, "Even if I climbed to the moon to pick sweet-scented osmanthus, I would go too!"
Put down the rope, tie it on the slender waist with a slipknot, and tie the end of the rope to a big stone. Rong Changan was afraid that it would be unsafe, so he pulled the rope hard, and the rope was tightly tied to the stone without a single tear.
"Blessed by Guanyin Bodhisattva, I must get the elderberry to save Yan Li!"
Rong Changan took the dagger, came to the edge of the cliff, looked at it, took a deep breath, and slowly went down.
On the cliff, there is no good grip, and it all depends on one person's strength to support it. After hanging down for two or three feet, Rong Changan felt that he had used up one-third of his strength. His body was already wet with sweat, beads of sweat hung on his eyebrows, blurring Rong Changan's vision.
She stretched out her hands to wipe off her sweat, looking at the herb, she usually walked forty or fifty feet on the ground without any effort, but now looking at the elderberry which was only ten feet away from her, Rong Changan felt as if she was far away in the sky.
She can't stay too long, or her strength will be exhausted. She presses the pressure on her dantian and uses the lightness kung fu of floating on the water, her body becomes much lighter, and she can even jump in some places.
For a short distance, Rong Changan climbed for nearly half an hour. Finally approaching the elderberry. The grass roots seem to have broken out of the stone, and the rhizome is as thick as Rong Chang'an's jade wrist. Pull it out with all your strength, even if you pull it out for two or three years, you still won't be able to pull it out.
Zheng!
Rong Changan took out the dagger from his waist. The dagger was given to Li Hai as a tribute from a foreign country, and Li Hai passed it on to Rong Chang'an. The dagger shone with a quiet cold light, it could pass through hair, and cut iron like mud.
Zheng!
Rong Changan raised his hand and pointed a knife at the root of the elderberry. The sharp knife cut across the stone wall, leaving a deep knife mark, but what Rong Changan couldn't understand was that the root of the elderberry didn't suffer any damage! Not a single scratch!
"What's going on here?" Rong Changan was startled, she had never seen such a strange thing. "Is the root of the elderberry harder than a stone? It is a thing that has never existed before!"
Rong Chang'an was on the battlefield, and anyone who was cut by her soft sword was basically killed by the sword, and the bones were all cut off.
Rong Changan tried chopping a few times, but when he found that the dagger didn't work, he put the dagger in his waist and drew out his soft sword.
"It's up to you now, baby!"
After spotting the root of the elderberry, Rong Changan raised his sword and dropped it, wolf! The soft sword made another mark as deep as a ditch on the stone wall, and sparks came out, but Rong Changan took a closer look, and the elderberry still didn't have any scratches!
"It's weird, what's going on!"
Did you encounter a ghost? Is this grass spiritual? In Rong Changan's starry eyes, apart from surprise, there was also fear and anger.
She finally managed to climb onto such a dangerous cliff, but there was nothing she could do about this plant, which was no different from other shrubs except for its reddish appearance. It was so ironic and irritating!
"God, are you deliberately against me!"
Rong Changan became impatient, and swiped, swish, swiped three swords again, but it was still useless.
Rong Changan was almost discouraged, like a squeamish rich daughter, he hummed, and stepped on the root of the elderberry with his foot.
"You intend to oppose me, Rong Chang'an, aren't you!"
Thinking of Yan Li who was dying on the bed, Rong Chang'an became even more angry, he raised his soft sword and slashed at the roots. Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! The voice echoed among the cliffs on all sides.
squeak!
A fluffy thing suddenly drilled out from a place on the elderberry that was not the size of a fist, and poked its head at Rong Changan. I think it was disturbed by the sound of Rong Changan chopping.
It's a golden mink! That golden fluff is so cute and fun!
"Little cutie, why do you live in such a dangerous place? Aren't you afraid of falling off the cliff and being smashed to pieces?"
But when you think about it, the mink's sharp claws have an adsorption effect, so it can walk on extremely smooth vertical surfaces, and it shouldn't be a problem to live on steep cliffs.
Seeing such a lovely golden mink, Rong Changan's sadness and anger dissipated a lot, and the girl's heart was aroused.
"Baby, let me touch it!"
Rong Changan stretched out his hand to catch the golden sable, the golden sable dexterously threw it, and landed on the elderberry, looking at Rong Changan with wide eyes, as if mocking Chang'an's incompetence.
"Hmph, I see you are still running!"
After spotting it, he stretched out his hands to grab the elderberry. Suddenly, Rong Changan couldn't help pinching his nose due to a pungent smell.
"Oh, what kind of smell is this, it stinks!"
After a closer look, it turned out that the golden marten had urinated, and the urine was sprinkled on the root of the elderberry.
"Are you telling me not to pick elderberries anymore? Are you?" Rong Changan stared wide-eyed, "That's why you deliberately pissed on it to let me quit, right?" Suddenly, Rong Changan's eyes were wet "But, do you know that the person who saved my life is still lying on the sickbed, not far from the gate of hell? If I can't save him..."
She hung high on the cliff, not worried about her own life, but cried because she couldn't save Yan Li.
The golden mink didn't care whether Rong Changan was crying or laughing, and took advantage of the opportunity to jump back into the crevice of the rock.
"Hey, why are you leaving?" Rong Chang'an shouted, "You don't like to hear me cry, don't you? I, Rong Chang'an, cry so miserably!" Wiping away tears, he looked at the elder plant again.
"God, what's going on?"
Something unbelievable happened. The root of the elderberry seemed to be scorched, turning black and gray. Rong Changan stretched out his hand to pull it out, and with just a slight touch, the elderberry fell down, and Rong Changan happened to be holding it in his hand.
The miracle of this protrusion made Rong Changan weep with joy! There is such a miraculous elderberry in the world that it cannot be cut with a sword; the golden marten can burn the elderberry just by urinating on it!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, if others told him, Rong Chang'an would never believe that such a thing would happen! It seems that the little golden mink didn't come out to laugh at her, but came out to help her.
"Thank you, baby, let Chang'an swear, if you come across any mink sellers on the street in the future, you will buy them immediately and put them away."
Happiness came so suddenly, Rong Changan was overjoyed. Grab the elderberry with one hand and climb up with the other. Climbing up is more laborious than going down just now, and it is even more inconvenient to have an elderberry in hand. She felt that her body was going to be exhausted.