Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

Pingyang Mountain is located in the endless lush mountains. The peaks are surrounded by dangerous ravines. The vast mountains are majestic but it is famous for this most ordinary hill.

Whenever the mountain wind blows, Pingyang Mountain will be like a green wave that radiates from the mountains and seas, waving in the wind. The golden rays of light in the sky fall on the green mountains, as if they are inlaid with a layer of gold edges, and the scenery is beautiful.

The reason why Pingyang Mountain is famous is that every year around the beginning of spring, a big day appears in the mountains. At noon, you will climb to the top of the mountain to connect to the highest peak, just like a saint who was enlightened and injected new life into these thousands of mountains.

On this day, there are still several months before the beginning of spring. There are almost no travelers in the mountains, and most of them are poor families who make a living by collecting herbs at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, a sound of reading came, and the tits were so shocked that they flew up and down.

"The heaven and earth are not formed, their images have not been transformed, gather invisibly, covering everything, filling the world, and becoming one form is called chaos."

An ignorant young man dressed in a shabby state was lying on his back with bluestone and reciting the contents of the scriptures.

The scriptures inside were already turned so hard that they could not be broken by him. The pages were tied with a hemp rope, and there was nothing strange about them.

The young man was named Meng Fan, and he was an ordinary young man in the Meng tribe at the foot of the mountain. He was so ordinary that it was strange. He had been suppressing himself over the years and tried not to attract the attention of others. This was just because he was said by an outside Taoist priest to be a tough person who defeated his father and his mother.

I don’t know if the Taoist priest was lying or really had the ability to understand the world. He actually disappeared mysteriously when Meng Fan was five years old, and there was no news since then. And his mother has never seen her since Meng Fan was born, but she only heard the tribesmen tell their mother’s story and appearance.

Meng Fan closed the scriptures in the village and threw them into the bamboo basket beside him. There were still a few herbs with a young age in the bamboo basket, mostly one to two years old. Meng Fan would pick these herbs on the mountain every once in a while, so he could touch the mountain roads, almost reaching the level of being able to walk down the mountain roads with a blind eye.

While it was still early, Meng Fan wanted to continue to go up the mountain to pick herbs. You should know that a young man born in a poor family like him could only rely on himself and support himself.

"The herbs needed in the clan have been picked, but this spirit-tempering herb has been unable to be met for a long time. It seems that you still have to try your luck." Meng Fan crossed the mountains and hills, and suddenly vaguely smelled a strange smell of medicine. The fragrance of medicine was sweet but also hot, refreshing but also mellow, exactly the same as what he smelled three years ago.

"It seems that I'm lucky today."

The Tempered God Grass is recognized as the most suitable herb for tempering spirits in the entire continent. Often, the most common Tempered God Grass can be priced at 800 coins on the market.

Eight hundred coins of copper coins are enough for Meng Fan to save money for a year.

But this time he came to search for the Tempering Divine Grass not for selling it for money, but for tempering his spirit, taking his strength to a step further, and striving to become a true monk as soon as possible.

In this continent, monks are often high above, while mortals can only pick up leftovers that monks don’t eat. It’s very miserable.

Meng Fan heard that his father was once such a powerful monk. Unfortunately, when his father left, he did not leave a half book about cultivation, otherwise Meng Fan would not have to follow the wild paths in the family.

As he gradually approached, the aroma of medicine became stronger and stronger. The sweetness revealed the hotness, and the refreshing fragrance emitted the mellow fragrance. It was the smell of the Tempering God Grass!

Following the smell, I came to the edge of a cliff, leaned down and looked down, and saw that the cliff was steep, with rocks protruding, deep in the valley, and no bottom. And more than ten feet away from the cliff, there was a protruding rock, with fine water flowing from the cliff wall, nourishing several herbs that spread strange fragrance.

He flew down. Although the cliff was steep, he was very good and did not encounter much danger. After a moment, he came not far from the huge rock and looked down. He saw that the deep valley was pitch black, and the cold wind blew from the bottom to the top, and the cold wind was biting.

He became more and more careful, and finally came to the protruding rock without any danger. He was about to stretch out to pick the tempting grass, but unexpectedly the sky suddenly became dark. He hurriedly looked up and couldn't help but feel shocked.

Strange flowers and plants must be protected by wild animals, let alone the tempting grass that is commonly recognized as spiritual grass. Naturally, there is also a beast king who protects it.

I saw a blue-winged roc flying towards the cliff with a fierce appearance. The roc was more than a few feet wide, and its wings were made of iron, and it could shine in the dark ravine. The roc flapped its wings violently and swooped towards him, with its sharp claws flashing with its clanging cold light.

"Evil bird!" Meng Fan shouted.

Before the green-winged roc could pounce, the rushing wind spread out, hitting the face and causing pain, almost lifting Meng Fan off the huge rock.

Meng Fan's heart changed and had already reached this point, and he could not ignore the Tempting God Grass.

The green-winged roc thrust over, and the gusts of wind blew the surrounding plants and trees shaking, but the Tempering Divine Grass stood tall in the wind and remained unmoved. Meng Fan grabbed a few Tempering Divine Grasses at the moment when it pounced on it, and hurriedly stuffed them into his arms, then leap from the huge rock. The big roc thrust into the air and wanted to fly in again.

Meng Fan cursed, "Bird, grandpa will definitely take out your bird egg next time."

Seeing that the green-winged roc had no intention of stopping, he had to touch the hanging vines in the ravine and slid down quickly.

The cliffs are steep and the rocks are prominent, and the valley is even deeper and deep.

Meng Fan slid down the vine in the middle to the valley. The green-winged roc above his head kept hovering, as if he didn't dare to follow him down the valley.

Each beast king has its own territory, just like the territory of this great roc is hundreds of miles above this valley and hundreds of meters below the valley. If it goes further down, it will invade the territory of other beast kings, and two beast kings will often fight it out. Therefore, the green-winged roc can only hover and sing above.

"Bird, if grandpa doesn't die today, he will definitely repay your "kindness" in the future." Meng Fan cursed. This time he lost his horse. He never thought that this green-winged big roll was the most spiritual and had a ignorant and intelligent mind.

The big roll seemed to understand Meng Fan's resentment, and with a long chirping, he pecked the green vine hard.

With a few "bangs", the vine as thick as an arm was pecked by the big roll, and Meng Fan fell straight towards the valley with the green vines.

"I've planted, I've planted, I'm going to plant here today."

In a panic, he stretched out and grabbed a dry branch that raised from the cliff, and then stopped his falling speed.

However, before Meng Fan could react, the tree branches also broke and fell into the deep valley together.

The cold wind in the valley was dark and it was so dark that I couldn't see my five fingers.

Puff

There was a deep pool at the bottom of the valley, and Meng Fan fell into the cold pool water. Because of the buffering effect of the pool water, he was not injured.

He hurriedly pulled the bamboo basket that fell into the water to his side, and stuffed the broken scriptures and several herbs into his arms.

Meng Fan has been wandering in Pingyang Mountain since he was a child. There are many ancient springs and ancient ponds in Pingyang Mountain, so he naturally has developed a good water quality. Not to mention that he can walk like flying underwater, but it is still possible to hold his breath for dozens of minutes.

At the same time, Meng Fan found that there was a hole as thick as a water tank beside the ancient tree soaked under the pond water, and bubbles were constantly bubbling outwards.

"Grandpa said that if I survive the disaster, I will have good fortune. Today, I was attacked by the Green-winged Roc, and then fell into the deep valley. It can be said that my back has reached its peak. But after the disaster, I will have great blessings, but I don't know where this great blessing is."

Meng Fan looked around under the water.

"There are most treasures hidden under the water." Meng Fan swam towards the entrance of the bottom water cave, feeling that he would not find a decent baby today and would be sorry for his previous desperate attempt.
Chapter completed!