868: C868 Gold Mist Silver Smoke

C868 Gold Mist Silver Smoke

At the same time, late at night, a thousand miles away from Jiangnan Province, in the Province of Wuan An.

The famous Qian Mountain, the main peak of the 72 peaks, Four-Talents Peak.

The Four-Talents Peak Mountain was steep, and there were many dangerous places that were close to 90 degrees.

There were many mountaineers who wanted to conquer this dangerous peak, but they lost their lives in the mountains one after another.

At this moment, near the peak of Four-Talents Peak, a figure was moving down the mountain wall with difficulty.

He was wearing an old mountain-climbing robe. His face was buried in the mountain wall due to the strong wind blowing down the mountain. He didn't dare to raise his head.

As the saying went, it was easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down the mountain. His entire body was trembling as he went down. He seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

An old voice was transmitted into the wild wind in anger.

"Damn it! If it wasn't because the Golden Mist Silver Smoke Ginseng could only be seen in the morning, I wouldn't be so miserable!"

The moment he spoke, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of wind.

And beside his hand was a strange ginseng.

That ginseng had an extremely peculiar appearance. Golden mist was constantly spraying out from the top of its head, while silver mist was also spraying out from the bottom of its feet.

Under the night sky, gold and silver intersected, making it look extremely beautiful.

The figure seemed to be trying to protect the ginseng, and he did not dare to exert much strength in his grip.

Just as he carefully retreated from the mountain wall, the hand holding the ginseng suddenly lost its grip, and his entire body fell down along the mountain wall!

There were a few crashing sounds, mixed with a few muffled groans of pain. ...

There was a period of silence between the mountain walls, and only the howling wind was still blowing.

After a long time, a voice sounded out from the darkness of the night.

"Damn it, it's fortunate that there's a natural stone plank road here!"

A flashlight's light lit up under the night sky, illuminating a small mountain wall.

The green light illuminated Ye Zhonglv's bruised face.

"Hiss -"

Ye Zhonglv frowned deeply. He touched the places he had hit earlier and inhaled a breath of cold air in pain.

"Sigh, looks like I can only wait until dawn before going down the mountain."

Ye Zhonglv sighed quietly. He looked at the strange ginseng in his hand and laughed. "Fortunately, I didn't lose the treasure.

Now that he had both the Arowana Pearl and the Golden Mist Silver Smoke Ginseng, there were only three left.

Ye Zhonglv raised his head and looked at the peak of Four-Talents Peak silently. He sighed quietly.

"Back then, the four of us were known as the Four Talents. We formed a golden orchid on top of the Four-Talents Peak and looked down upon the 72 peaks.

But now... " Only I, an old man, am left to live in this world... "

"Changyong, Yonglu, Shangde. ... "I miss you so much..."

Ye Zhonglv's sad voice was accompanied by the howling wind.2

...

On the same night, there was a man alone in the Night Tribe of Bailu City. On the second floor of the bar, he was drunk.

In a certain room, several bottles of wine in front of Fann Mingen were empty.

His face was drunk and his eyes were blurry. He kept cursing. "Why?! Why is there a person like Ye Hong in this world?!

"I can't accept it! I can't accept this! "

After drinking another bottle of wine, Fann Mingen slammed the table angrily. "Waiter! Bring the wine! Give me another ten bottles!"

A waiter from Night Tribe rushed into the room anxiously and shouted," Director Fan, you can't drink anymore. Your body won't be able to take it if you drink any more! "

"Don't bother about laozi!" Fann Mingen stood up and knocked the waiter to the ground with a slap. He roared angrily. "Take it if you want. Don't talk nonsense!"

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