The towering ancient trees block the sunlight densely, forming a damp and dark space at the bottom. The thick fallen leaves on the ground are rotting, and there are countless poisonous vines. The hot and humid air combined with the transpiration of the miasma, actually caused a smoky beauty in this dense forest.
This is a paradise for snake ants and venomous insects. A colorful spider has set up a trap among broadleaf plants close to the ground, waiting for its prey to arrive. It's just that the net that it has weaved after a busy day has not yet been harvested, and it is destroyed by a well-crafted boot.
What is this place, those people don't seem to be chasing after them. Duan Feiqing covered his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood. There was blood on the front of his chest. That's right, he has been infected with this incurable poison, no matter how much he struggles, it's just a moment of stubbornness. Those people don't have to spend any more energy chasing such dangerous places.
Here, it seems to be the territory of Miao Jiang. Those Miao people who were good at using gu and poison were very wary of the Han people. Those people also can't afford to provoke unpredictable Miao people for a mortal person like themselves.
The tension that had been tense for a long time relaxed, causing Duan Feiqing to feel a little dizzy. He supported the tree trunk beside him with one hand and wanted to take a breather, but felt a pain in his fingers.
Duan Feiqing looked sideways and found that there was a brown centipede lying on the trunk with a similar color to the trunk, and his hand just fell on the centipede's side. The grumpy poisonous insect bit him unceremoniously. This centipede is extremely poisonous, and Duan Feiqing's fingertip wound has begun to turn black in the blink of an eye.
Duan Feiqing reflexively drew his sword, raised the last bit of strength in his body, and chopped the centipede in half. The centipede's broken body had just landed when Duan Feiqing heard a clear drink.
"How dare you kill my little gold!"
I saw a little girl dressed as a Miao from behind the dense bushes. The little girl looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing blue tie-dye trousers that were over the knees, and a pair of white calves, just like that. On her ankles, she was wearing several delicate silver bracelets, with small bells on them, which brought a crisp sound with her movements.
The little Miao girl has a pair of clear black and white eyes, the ends of the eyes are slightly raised, as if they were drawn with fine brushes. She glared at Duan Feiqing angrily, with a vicious expression, but because her bulging cheeks had not yet faded away from the baby's fat, she became invulnerable.
"I'm sorry." Although Duan Feiqing didn't know why the little girl blamed herself angrily, Duan Feiqing bowed and apologized.
Duan Feiqing, who was born into a family of martial arts, was already the head of the four young masters of martial arts at a young age. People in the arena can't help but praise Feiqing for his outstanding style. No matter who gets along with him, it will feel like a spring breeze, Duan Feiqing is very stubborn in life, and will not make people feel uncomfortable.
It's just that the little Miao girl didn't buy Feiqing's account at all, and saw her beautiful eyebrows stand up: "Han! You sneaked up to our Miao territory, what are your plans?"
Duan Feiqing was about to explain a few words, but there was a bitter taste in his throat, and as soon as his eyes darkened, he fell to the ground and didn't know about personnel.
Lu Heng frowned and looked at the Han boy who was clearly lying in the mud, covered in blood, but still couldn't hide his demeanor. He remembered what A-Niang said, that Han people are the most deceitful because they are ruthless. But this little brother looks really good. Lu Heng didn't mean anything else, it was just that this Han Chinese boy gave birth to a face he dreamed of, and there was nothing that didn't grow according to his wishes.
Lu Heng thought about his face that was so soft to the point of being malevolent, and pouted a little unhappily. That's right, this little Miao girl is actually a boy. Lu Heng's aunt is a contradictory woman. She hates Han people, but she gave Lu Heng a Han name. In the clan, others call him Goumark, which is his Miao name. And Lu Heng's mother usually calls him Ah Heng. She said his Chinese name was Lu Heng.
Lu Heng himself doesn't know why, but prefers the Chinese name Lu Heng.
Lu Heng's aunt, Nadolo, is the leader of the Five Immortals Sect. Miao people's most brilliant Gu technique has always been passed down to women and not men, and only women can hold the position of leader of the Five Immortals. If the sect master does not have a daughter, he can only find a child from the clan with outstanding talent in the way of gushu, and teach him carefully as a young master.
Nadolo is the most accomplished leader in the Gu arts in the history of the Five Immortals Sect. She is extremely talented, and her children are even better than her. Nadolo didn't want to waste Lu Heng's talent, so in front of his clan, Lu Heng had been pretending to be a girl since he was a child. But in private, Nadolo still raised him as a boy.
"When you can prove in front of your clan one day that men can practice the most advanced Gu techniques, you still have to restore your manhood." Nadolo has always taught Lu Heng this way.
Lu Heng walked around the Han man again, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this face was too good-looking. If he were to die here and become a pile of dead bones, it would still be a pity to think about it.
Even in the drowsy chaos, Duan Feiqing felt that his back was so painful that he couldn't help but open his eyes to see what happened. He saw the layers of branches crisscrossed, the crowns of which were still moving.
Duan Feiqing realized that he should be being moved by someone. He raised his head slightly and looked forward. What caught my eye was a somewhat thin back, the little Miao girl just now. Seeing her holding her ankles with both hands, Duan Feiqing knew that he was being dragged by her in a back-to-the-ground position.
The little girl looked thin and strong. Looking at the brisk steps of the Miao girl in front of her, Duan Feiqing didn't have time to worry about the pain in her back, but such a strange thought popped into her mind. It was only as soon as the idea came out, Duan Feiqing's head slammed hard on a rock. This bump made his eyes gleam with gold stars, and he had to speak quickly to stop this strange little Miao girl.
"This girl, can I trouble you to stop for a while?"
Lu Heng turned his head and saw that the Han man on the ground had opened his eyes, he immediately threw the foot in his hand and turned around. But hearing his girl's call, Lu Heng felt very uncomfortable: "Hook mark."
"Girl Goumark." Duan Feiqing was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that this was the name of this little Miao girl.
The word hook mark is in Miao language. Duan Feiqing does not understand Miao language, so it is natural to call it a little strange. Lu Heng frowned and said with a look of disgust, "Forget it, you can still call me Ah Heng."
"Miss Ah Heng, Feiqing in the next section." Duan Feiqing wrote his name on the newspaper.
Lu Heng's brows furrowed even tighter: "It's fine to call me Ah Heng, you Han girls are like girls, it makes my teeth sour."
"Since you're awake, get up by yourself." Before Duan Feiqing could say anything, Lu Heng continued.
Duan Feiqing put his elbows on the ground and wanted to stand up, but found that the poison in his body had penetrated deep into his heart, and he had lost consciousness below the waist. He smiled bitterly: "Aheng, the poison in the lower body has been ignored by the medicine stone. I don't need to bother you, I just hope that after the soul returns, you can clean up the body for you, and don't let the corpse go down in the wilderness."
Lu Heng saw that his lips were black and blue, and he was indeed poisoned. He didn't answer his words. He directly took out a small silver scimitar from his waist and scratched it in his palm. Lu Heng didn't dislike the thick ink-like black blood mixed with the stench. He wiped it with his finger and put it under his nose to smell it.
"With me here, you can't die, but you have to find a clean place to detoxify you." After speaking, Lu Heng planned to move Duan Feiqing in the same way.
"Ah Heng, can I trouble you to change the method? My back is really hurting badly." Duan Feiqing hurriedly stopped Lu Heng, because he felt that the back of his head was really hurting. become a fool.
"If you change direction, what if you scratch your face?" Lu Heng said.
Duan Feiqing inexplicably understood what the other party meant. This little Miao girl saved herself because of this face? Thinking like this, he let go of his guard instead, because the Miao people were very hostile to the Han people, and this suddenly appeared Ah Heng wanted to save himself. If it is said that there is no reason, Duan Feiqing will not believe it.
Duan Feiqing smiled bitterly in his heart. This face, which he always thought was too conspicuous, has now become the key to his survival. Duan Feiqing originally wanted the other party to move forward with his back half on his back, but after looking at his frail body, and thinking about whether men and women would not kiss, he gave up.
Passing through the dense forest in front of him, Lu Heng finally saw the Crescent Moon Spring. Although I have a lot of strength, it is still a bit tiring to drag a person to walk such a long distance.
Next to the Crescent Moon Spring, there is a clean cave, which is Lu Heng's favorite place to stay in his spare time. The location is hidden and no one knows. It is the most appropriate to use it to heal the wounds of this Han man.
Because Lu Heng came often, the living utensils that should be in the cave were readily available. Lu Heng placed Duan Feiqing, who had fallen into a coma again, on a small bamboo bed, and went out to draw a basin of water. Before detoxification, you have to clean up this person a little, otherwise, with his dirty appearance, his precious Gu insect will definitely dislike it.
Holding the damp soft cloth, Lu Heng first wiped the face of the person on the bed. As the blood stains were slowly wiped away, even with his eyes closed, the face in front of him became more and more elegant. His eyebrows slanted into his temples, his nose was like a gall, and his temples were cut like a knife.
This Han Chinese brother looks even better after cleaning. Lu Heng thought so in his heart, but his subordinates kept going, raising his hand to lift Duan Feiqing's coat. It's just that his hand just touched the man's shirt, and it was lightly blocked.
"Ah Heng, men and women don't agree with each other, so let's do it yourself." The man on the bamboo bed had already woken up, opened his star-like eyes, and looked at Lu Heng.