Chapter 8 The drunken carp disaster suddenly arrives
"Bang!" A large black meteorite fell from in front of A Guang, making a small dent.
Ah Guang ran over, bent down and picked up the big meteorite, and raised it over his head excitedly: "This is the best iron material for making swords! Ah Zhen, now there are enough sacrifices to cure you!"
"Pap-tat-tat-" Several strange objects of different shapes fell one after another from around Zhikarizhen, and one of them went straight to his head. He subconsciously leaned back and reached out to catch it.
This piece of stuff is soft and round, like translucent fish jelly, covered with greenish-yellow mucus. Zhikari Zhen wiped off the thick outer layer of mucus, and the inside was shaped like an egg, with half of a tiny purple tail poking out from the egg.
, the densely grown silvery hair seems to be gently trembling.
Zhikari caught it with his fingers, and the half of the tail immediately began to twist. Zhikari pulled it hard, "Pfft!" The eggs exploded, mucus splashed, and even the half of the tail was broken into juice and spilled out.
An indescribable and wonderful fragrance that seems to be there but not yet there.
Zhikari suddenly felt refreshed, and the entire sea of consciousness seemed to have been filtered by the wonderful fragrance, becoming clear and clear, with a hint of ethereal meaning. The eight-winged golden cicada emerged from the sea of consciousness, vibrating its wings, and let out a low voice of joy.
Ming.Zhi Shou was really shocked. It turned out to be a divine item that nourishes the soul! If it were placed in the human world, it would be enough to make the top masters of Lianxu Hedao fight for it.
The peculiar fragrance disappears in an instant, and even the juice evaporates in an instant.
Not long after, amid the noisy noise of the carp people, Tilting Kun shook its head and tail, and its giant body submerged into the void again, disappearing without a trace, leaving behind a mountain of treasures on the ground.
"Pack your things quickly!" Uncle Meng shouted and looked outside the village, with a trace of uneasiness in his eyes.
The carp people cheered and picked up the baskets one after another, and immersed themselves in picking them up. Aguang carried a large basket on his back, put Zhikarizhen into the basket, glanced around, grabbed a dozen small things with both hands, and threw them into the basket, mouth
Whispered: "Azhen, if there is something edible, you eat it first."
Zhiqiu truly understands that these treasures will definitely be gathered together and given priority to the carp people who practice swords, and they may not be allocated to him. In this case, of course he will not be polite to these carp people. After all, the monks of the human world will enter the earth
The purpose of the dream path is nothing more than to plunder abundant resources to assist in practice, and experience the strangeness of the other world, unite the world with one's own mind, and finally understand the path.
Zhikari really selected, picked up a ball of sticky mud, broke it open, and peeled off the reddish-brown shell, revealing seven or eight scoops of snow-jade-like white flesh inside. It was like a strange fruit,
The white meat is embedded with bright red filaments, which is soft to the touch and has a rich and attractive aroma.
Zhikari really tried to take a small bite. The flesh was sweet and tender, with a fragrant honey aroma. The splashed juice slid down his throat like silk satin. His insides felt like rain, so comfortable and transparent that even the remaining hunger in his belly disappeared.
Wu Cun. He no longer hesitated, swallowed the fruit a few times, then grabbed a bumpy gray-white sphere at his feet and examined it carefully.
"Uh!" Zhikari burped inexplicably, and the gas that came out was like drunkenness, as strong as wine. Then, a pungent heat burst out from everywhere in the body, like fire, and rushed from the internal organs.
When it hit his tongue, it was so spicy that his throat was dry and his lips were burnt, and tears were about to flow out.
Wave after wave of strong dizziness came up. Zhikarima held on to the basket. His eyes were spinning, and he was dizzy. With a "pop" sound, the foreign object in his hand fell into the basket. The pulp just now... Zhikarima secretly screamed that something was not good.
, the whole body was burning like a boil, the throat was smoking, the limbs became light and limp, and I couldn't use any strength.
Could it be the drunken mud fruit? He suddenly recalled an anecdote recorded in the Marquis's collection of books: In the past, there was a naughty boy named Du Kang, who was playing in front of the court. Suddenly a fruit fell from the sky, and the flesh was like jade. The food was sweet and mellow, and the aftertaste was spicy like fire.
Du Kang immediately fell into a coma for several days. After waking up, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and was known as the Master of Drinking in history.
If it is really the drunken mud fruit... Zhikarizhen smiled bitterly to himself. The drunken mud fruit has no harm. On the contrary, it nourishes blood and qi, and dredges the meridians. It can be called a rare tonic. Therefore, the Eight-winged Golden Cicada does not feel any bad omen. But at the moment, he is feeling weak.
, I feel dizzy, how can I get more benefits?
He was about to tell A Guang when suddenly, the ground shook slightly, and a burst of rapid hooves sounded in the distance, approaching the entrance of the village.
Uncle Meng's face darkened, he roared several times, raised his broad sword high, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the place where the sound of hoofbeats came. The rest of the carp men raised their heads, and their expressions changed. The old carp man with a brown beard put down his basket and walked away.
When he came to Uncle Meng, he asked in a trembling voice: "Ah Meng, could it be that the tipping bucket Kun caused the carp disaster?"
"I don't know either. If Tantou Kun is so conspicuous, it will inevitably attract outsiders." Uncle Meng shook his head, glanced at everyone, and shouted solemnly, "Pick up the sword and prepare to face the enemy!"
Aguang exclaimed, drew out the rattan sword from his waist, quickly put down the basket, picked up Zhikarizhen and ran into the thick reed marsh. He looked left and right, found a sunken and hidden mud puddle, put him down, and quickly pulled out
She picked some reeds, covered him, and said in a hurry: "Azhen, it's probably a carp disaster. You should be careful and don't make a sound!"
Zhiqiu really wanted to speak, but his throat was so raw that he could only cough a few times. He heard Aguang talk about the carp warriors, who were some carp warriors whose minds were polluted by monsters during the battle in Tianhe. They behaved uncharacteristically after escaping from the battlefield.
, became greedy and violent, plundered everywhere to make a living, and became a scourge among the carp warriors.
Through the gap in the reeds, Zhikarizhen saw Aguang quickly running towards Uncle Meng, standing on the edge, the vine sword in his hand trembling slightly, but pointing firmly forward.
Mud water splashed everywhere, the sound of hooves sounded like thunder, and the thirteen iron cavalry swept in like a strong wind. They dispersed in an uproar at the entrance of the village, formed a fan-shaped formation, and blocked the exit from afar.
These carp men were dressed in all kinds of colorful scale armor, with long metal swords stuck on their backs. Their beards were all shiny black, as if they had been soaked in ink, exuding an evil aura. Their mounts were all tall and fierce pumas.
The head is like a leopard, with sharp teeth, the muscles of the limbs are knotted, majestic and powerful, and the long mane and tail swing violently, making a "swish" sound like a whip.
"Carp disaster!" Uncle Meng shouted sharply, and the broad sword flashed with a sharp edge. Less than twenty young and strong carp men raised their swords high, guarding Uncle Meng's left and right, facing off against Carp disaster as if facing a formidable enemy. p>
"Hahahaha! Luck has come, and there's nothing you can do to stop it!" The leader, Li Hui, didn't even look at the crowd, his eyes greedily swept over the treasures on the ground, and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "From so far away, I saw Tandou Kun.
It’s time for us to make a fortune!”
The carps pulled out their long swords and laughed wildly. The sharp sword blades formed a series of dazzling cold lights under the scorching sun.
The brown-bearded old carp man looked at Uncle Meng, plucked up his courage, walked forward tremblingly, and cupped his hands: "Fellow carp warriors, this is Yantang Village, and I am the oldest carp in this village. These things on the ground are all
If you are interested in what Tiao Dou Kun left behind, I can donate some of it..."
"Get lost!" Before the brown-bearded old carp man could finish speaking, the leader of the carp spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and sprayed it on the old man's face, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.