It was the same late at night in Wan'an Province, which was more than a thousand miles away from Jiangnan Province.
The famous Qianshan Mountain has four peaks, the main peak of the seventy-two peaks.
The mountains of Sijuefeng are steep, with many dangerous points almost approaching 90 degrees.
Many mountaineers once dreamed of conquering this dangerous peak, but they died one after another in the mountain.
At this time, near the top of Sijue Peak, a figure was retreating hard along the mountain wall.
He was wearing old mountain climbing clothes, and his whole face was buried between the mountain walls because of the strong wind blowing from the top of the mountain, and he didn't dare to look up.
It is said that it is easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain. I saw that his whole downward body was trembling, and he looked like he was on the verge of collapse.
An old voice echoed angrily into the strong wind.
"No! If it weren't for the fact that [Golden Mist Silver Smoked Ginseng] can only be seen in the early morning, I wouldn't be so miserable!"
The moment he spoke, he swallowed a few more mouthfuls of Guangfeng.
And in his hand, he was holding a strange ginseng tightly.
The ginseng plant has an extremely strange appearance. Golden mist is constantly spraying from the top of its head, while silver mist is sprayed from the bottom of its feet.
Against the backdrop of the night, the interlacing of gold and silver looks magnificent.
The figure seemed to be trying to protect the ginseng plant, not daring to use any force on the ginseng plant.
Just as he was carefully retreating down the mountain wall, the hand holding the ginseng suddenly lost his grip, and he fell down the mountain wall!
After a few bumps and bangs, mixed with a few painful groans.
There was silence among the mountain walls, only the strong wind was still blowing.
After a long time, a voice sounded from the night.
"It's numb next door, but fortunately there is a natural stone plank road here!"
The light of a flashlight lit up under the night sky, illuminating a small area of the mountain wall.
The bright green light reflected Ye Zhonglu's bruised face.
"hiss-"
Ye Zhonglu frowned deeply and touched the places on his body that he had just hit, gasping in pain.
"Oh, it seems we can only wait until dawn before going down the mountain."
Ye Zhonglu sighed silently, looked at the strange ginseng in his hand, and smiled: "Fortunately, the treasure is not lost.
Now I have both [Arowana Pearl] and [Golden Mist Silver Smoked Ginseng], and there are only three left.”
Ye Zhonglu raised his head, silently looked in the direction of the top of the Four Peaks, and sighed quietly.
"In the beginning, we four brothers were known as the Four Wonders. We were sworn friends at the top of the Four Peaks, Jinlan, and looked down upon the Seventy-Two Peaks.
But now, I am the only old guy left alive."
"Changyong, Yonglu, Shangde. I miss you so much."
Accompanied by the whimpering wind, the sad sound of the night bell is chilling.
On the same night, there was a man getting drunk alone on the second floor of the [Night Tribe] bar in Bailu City.
In a certain private room, several wine bottles in front of Fan Mingen were empty.
He looked drunk, his eyes were blurry, and he kept cursing: "Why?! Why is there Ye Hong in this world?!
I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced! "
After another bottle of wine, Fan Mingen slapped the table angrily: "Waiter! Serve the wine! Give me ten more bottles!"
A waiter from the Night Tribe rushed into the box anxiously and shouted: "Mr. Fan, you can't drink anymore, your body won't be able to bear it if you drink any more!"
"Young master, I don't care!" Fan Mingen stood up, knocked the waiter to the ground with a slap, and roared: "Take it when I tell you, don't talk nonsense!"
(End of chapter)