Chapter 25 Mountain Climbing, Paper Man?

Zhou Qing followed She Quanyi's reminder and bought masks and face shields, but he did not buy anti-toxic drugs.

Because the poison-avoiding effect of green silk poison is better than most drugs.

Even if the medicine could cure the poison that the green silk Gu couldn't cure, he couldn't afford it.

After buying masks and face shields, Zhou Qing did not go home immediately. Instead, he went to a blacksmith shop on the west side of Changle Lane.

Before entering the shop, I heard the clanging sound of iron coming from inside.

Entering the door of He Ji's blacksmith shop, a wave of hot air hit my face.

Two men, one old and one young, were shirtless, standing in front of the stove, beating a knife blank.

Seeing Zhou Qing come in, the young man nodded to him and continued to focus on the matter at hand.

Zhou Qing was not in a hurry, so he just stood aside and waited.

After a while, the forging of the knife blank was completed. The young man wiped his sweaty head and face with a towel, took out a small cloth bag from behind the counter and handed it to Zhou Qing.

"Ah Qing, I did this according to your request. After repeated testing, the effective range is about twenty steps. If you don't do it well, please bear with me."

"Thank you so much, Brother He." Zhou Qing cupped his fists and saluted, then took out a small piece of broken silver from his arms and stuffed it into the man's hand.

The man shook his head slightly, with a bright smile on his face.

"Ah Qing, if you have similar work in the future, you can come to me. If you can't do it well, I won't charge you."

"Definitely. Brother He, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Zhou Qing put the cloth bag away.

"Go slowly." The man sent Zhou Qing out.

Zhou Qing returned home and as soon as he entered the yard, he heard the sound of machinery coming from the main room.

It's grandma reeling silk.

Zhou Qing opened the silkworm room and took out the cloth bag from his arms.

I saw lying in the cloth bag a copper pipe about seven or eight inches long, a small piece of copper, and three iron clusters of about the same length. There was a small gap under the arrow.

Zhou Qing put the iron cluster into the copper tube, pressed the spring inside the copper tube, and stuck the missing slot with a copper piece.

Then, he tied the copper pipe to the wrist of his left hand, his arm hung naturally, and his sleeves immediately completely covered the copper pipe.

Whoosh!

Zhou Qing suddenly stretched out his left hand, pinched the copper piece back with his middle finger, and an iron cluster shot out.

Duh!

The iron cluster hit the wooden window seven or eight meters away, and the small half arrow pierced into the wood.

Zhou Qing stepped forward, reinstalled the iron cluster, and shot several more times.

"The speed is acceptable and the power is average, but it's enough."

Zhou Qing nodded secretly.

This is a simple sleeve arrow made by He Ji Blacksmith for a penny.

Speaking of which, Zhou Qing met that man at the martial arts school, but he gave up after practicing for three months and failed to pass the level, and went home to inherit the blacksmith shop.

Since Zhou Qing had a good reputation, the two of them were considered acquaintances from time to time, so they accepted Zhou Qing's commission and made this sleeve arrow.

In fact, there is also a magic weapon shop in the town, which can forge all kinds of sophisticated weapons, including the sleeve arrows.

But Zhou Qing doesn't have that much money.

This sleeve arrow made by He Ji Blacksmith is considered to be of high quality and low price.

Zhou Qing doesn't need the sleeve arrow to cause much damage to the enemy, as long as it can scratch the skin.

Unless it comes to muscle training, except for the parts of the body that are specially trained, the defense of other parts of the body is still not much stronger than that of normal people.

Zhou Qing put away his sleeve arrows, went to the corner against the wall, took out a clay jar from the bottom of a wooden cabinet, and soaked three iron clusters in the venom in the clay jar.

After all, spreading lime is a dirty trick, and the attack range is limited. Unless you are blinded, the damage is very weak.

As for spreading poison powder, Zhou Qing doesn't have the capital yet.

After Zhou Qing broke through the Skin Refining Realm, in addition to his greatly increased strength, his reaction speed also improved a lot.

Unless he is careless, even if someone spreads lime at close range, he will most likely be able to react.

He doesn't think other skin refining realm warriors are worse than him.

Before using the Baiyun Palm Technique to quench the poison, he was not strong in martial arts at the same level.

Xiujian is much more advanced than lime when used to injure people.

After all, the warrior is a mortal body. If he is poisoned, he will be knocked down directly. His body will be paralyzed and his reaction will be slowed down.

Of course, it's all just multiple insurance policies.

If he can practice safely, he doesn't want to conflict with anyone.

Time soon came to the evening of the next day.

Zhou Qing walked to the foot of Heifeng Mountain with a basket on his back and entered the mulberry picking village.

She Quanyi, carrying a long bow on his back and a cloth bag on his waist, stood at the entrance of the village, waiting for Zhou Qing.

Seeing each other from a distance, the two just nodded at each other, and then went up the mountain one after another.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, mist and bright yellow miasma gradually appeared in front of us.

It was bright when we arrived, but now the dense forest was getting darker and darker, as if the sun was about to set.

After the two met at the edge of the fog, She Quanyi took out a map made of unknown leather from his arms.

Seeing this, Zhou Qing consciously raised his head and looked up at the scenery at the tree crown.

"Ah Qing, it's okay, let's watch together. If you get lost and separated later, you have to remember the way to get out."

She Quanyi was very fond of Zhou Qing's approach and brought the map over.

"Thank you." Zhou Qing looked intently.

What I saw in front of me was a relatively rough hand-drawn map, in which seven locations were circled with bright red paint.

"Here, here! And here! They are all dangerous areas. You must not get close. You must follow me closely later."

She Quanyi pointed to several locations on the map with a solemn expression.

"I understand. After entering the mountain, everything will be at your discretion." Zhou Qing nodded.

As the green silk Gu continued to grow, his toxin resistance became stronger and stronger, and after breaking through the skin barrier, he went into the mountains to test it.

Before, he could only stay in the miasma for half a quarter of an hour, but now he can stay for two quarters of an hour without any obvious discomfort.

"Let's go." She Quanyi put away the map, put on a face mask and mask, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and walked into the fog.

Zhou Qing followed closely behind.

She Quanyi swerved in the fog with low visibility. After a while, the fog quickly faded.

What caught Zhou Qing's eyes was a mass grave surrounded by large willow trees.

At this time, gusts of mountain wind blew by, and the grass and trees swayed in the wind, making a "swishing" sound like a wave. Zhou Qing felt chilled in his heart and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Uncle She, let's leave quickly." Zhou Qing felt that this place was a bit eerie.

"Wait a minute." She Quanyi untied the cloth bag at her waist and took out a large wad of paper money.

"Ah Qing, come and help me get out."

She Quanyi handed a wad of paper money to Zhou Qing, and then threw the paper money on the mass grave.

While he was throwing money away, he was still mumbling: "No offense, don't be offended. No offense, don't be offended."

After scattering the paper money, She Quanyi took Zhou Qing's hand and ran towards the place where the fog gathered again.

rustle

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After the two left, the mountain wind in the mass grave became stronger and stronger, like an invisible hand rolling up the paper money scattered on the ground.

Passing through the fog, a bright yellow miasma gradually appeared nearby.

She Quanyi circled a few more times, and soon, steps leading up to the mountain appeared in front of the two of them.

"Found it! It should be here!"

She Quanyi breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the stone steps.

"Aqing, there should be the Jiuxian Temple up here. Let's go up quickly and try to get down as soon as possible."

With that said, She Quanyi quickly walked up the steps.

Zhou Qing also followed closely.

"Ahem!" A few wisps of thin miasma drifted over from time to time, and She Quanyi covered her mouth and nose and made an uncomfortable cough.

After climbing hundreds of steps, a dilapidated temple appeared in front of them.

On the plaque on the door, you can only vaguely see the word "wine".

"First go to the temple to offer incense." She Quanyi took out the incense sticks from the cloth bag, removed the broken ones, took out three incense sticks of the same length, lit them and handed them to Zhou Qing.

"My great-grandfather told me that when I encounter rumors about ghosts and gods, I must stay away from them and never take offense."

With that said, She Quanyi lit three more incense sticks, held the incense sticks with both hands, raised them to the center of his eyebrows, and slowly walked into the temple.

Zhou Qing followed suit. Although he didn't believe it, his attitude was correct.

Entering the Jiuxian Temple, you can see that the doors and windows all around have long been decayed, the statues are broken and dusty, and the bronze incense burner has long been rusted.

"My descendant, She Quanyi, passed by here to pay homage to the Grand Marshal, the Master of Jiu Xian, and ask for His blessings." She Quanyi respectfully offered incense.

"The younger generation Zhou Qing passed by here to worship the Grand Marshal of the Jiu Immortal and ask for his blessings." Zhou Qing also learned from She Quanyi in offering incense.

At this time, the graceful smoke cloud slowly rose and floated towards the face of the statue.

Zhou Qing had just finished putting on the incense and took a few steps back when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing past him and felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Pfft!!" Qingsi Gu warned, asking him to look behind him.

Zhou Qing turned around sharply.

On the window to the left of the door, a pale face was revealed, with strange blush on both cheeks.

When their eyes met, Zhou Qing's heart filled with laughter.

Suddenly, the man at the door ran to the right of the door, and his side as thin as a piece of paper was revealed.

paper man? !

Zhou Qing's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

The next second, the laughter ringing in his heart turned into a scream.

The paper figurine spontaneously ignited and disappeared in a flash.

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