Qing Moyan looked at the people in Qingshui Village. "Before leaving, I asked your village leader for something. Did you bring it?"
"Yes, there is such a thing." Someone took Fang Pa from her arms and handed it to Xuanyu.
Xuanyu sent something to RuXiaoNan’s hand.
RuXiaoNan will beat carefully with a few hairs inside.
This is that hair of the herbalist they are look for.
Ru Xiaonan took out a piece of Fu Qi and folded it into the shape of a bird, then picked up a hair and stuffed it in an origami.
One-handed pinch printing "up!"
The paper folded into a bird and flew.
Although it is not fast, it flies steadily.
They watched the paper bird fly higher and higher and finally flew away along the south path.
"The man is still alive," RuXiaoNan said. "He is in that direction." She pointed to the guide side path.
"XuanYu you take a few people to get people back" ordered green ink yan.
"Let thousands of wounds go with you," said Ru Xiaonan, folding the bird again and then pulling a piece from his hair and stuffing it in the paper bird to Xuanyu.
"If you get lost after you find someone, let this paper bird fly and follow it and you can come back."
Thank you xuanyu hand will pick up the paper bird.
Cai Yiming couldn’t help but look at Xuan Yu’s paper bird and said in surprise, "Who on earth is Miss Ru who could be so different?"
However, his question didn’t get an answer.
Blue ink face as if not to hear.
Finally RuXiaoNan smiled at him. "I don’t remember the past."
"Amnesia" is indeed the most perfect explanation in this world and the most standard answer to bury all doubts.
Xuanyu went into the valley with thousands of dead men.
Cai Yiming and others looked at each other.
That little girl has said this, and even they themselves think it will be a drag if they follow her in.
They have all seen the skills of thousands of wounds, even if they are tied together, they are not confident that they have such skills. All of them have learned their lesson this time and listened to the arrangement honestly.
They waited until noon when a paper bird wobbled out of the valley.
"Come back, come back!" Someone shouted
Cai Yiming got up and saw Xuanyu and others in the distance. They carried two sticks and rattan to make a stretcher temporarily, followed by four people carrying medicine baskets.
Qingshuizhai people welcome them.
Blue ink yan in situ did not move place eyes tightly staring at xuanyu.
Xuanyu came to him with a herbalist in one hand.
"This is … the benefactor who saved us?" The herbalist gave a deep gift to Qingmo Yan.
Xuanyu said, "His name is Fushan. He’s the one who once saw the ghost grass."
Green ink face motionless RuXiaoNan noticed that green ink face body slack.
Anyway, I finally found the insider.
On the way back to Qingshui Village, Qing Mo Yan invited Fushan to the carriage and they had a long talk.
I heard that Qing Moyan wants to buy ghost grass Fushan at a high price, shaking his head repeatedly. "I also know that this thing is valuable, but it grows in the deep mountain jungle, and it can only be seen at night, and it belongs to Mrs. Poison’s territory. We stole it in this time."
"Who is Mrs Poison?" Green ink Yan Wei was surprised.