Chapter 4 A Long Way to Go (IV)

　　At the foot of a mountain, the sound of swords and knives clanging and clattering, Yan Beihong who approached quickly pulled Miao Yi to crouch down behind a boulder, only to see a dozen or so people fighting fiercely at the foot of the mountain, screams constantly resounding. 　　And on the side of the mountain cliff, a blooming agaric leaf exudes a soft light, it is obvious why these people are fighting. 　　Immortal Herb? Miao Yi's eyes lit up as he stared at the soft white light on the mountain crag, and was about to reach out and point to remind him, but Yan Beihong quickly reached out and covered his mouth, signaling him to keep quiet. 　　Yan Beihong just glanced at the immortal grass one more time, his attention was focused on the crowd of killers, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword, quietly waiting. 　　In the midst of the fight, there was an expert, a man who had chopped down a dozen or so people one after the other, finally raising his sword and glancing around, confirming that there were no more opponents before heading towards the mountain crag's immortal grass. 　　At the moment when the other party's mental state slackened off, Yan Beihong bravely drew his sword and rushed out, jumping up in the air and raising his sword to slash wildly. 　　That person reacted quickly, "clang" back to raise his sword to block, quickly twisting his body and Yan Beihong fought together. 　　In an instant, the two people's swords and shadows killed hard to separate, that person than Yan Beihong's hands are obviously higher than a lot, just after a vicious battle, still have the energy to block Yan Beihong's heavy knife attack, and the speed of the attack is faster than Yan Beihong. 　　Not long after, Yan Beihong's body had already hung with colors, and finally the knife in his hand was also kicked away by someone else. 　　When a sword chopped at Yan Beihong's neck, Yan Beihong's hands desperately grabbed the other's wrist, his thighs staggered against the other's kicking leg, and the other's body against the other's body, and stood up against the sword blade that had already cut through the skin of his own neck, the corner of his mouth hung with blood, and his eyes were bared. 　　At the critical moment when the two were at a stalemate, Yan Beihong was about to be unable to carry on, when that person suddenly kicked back. 　　Bang! Miao Yi, who had rushed in for a sneak attack, was kicked backwards and flew out. 　　However, that person's back waist had a pig-killing knife inserted into it, and blood was gurgling in his back waist. 　　That person covered his back waist with one hand and looked back with force at Miao Yi who struggled on the ground for a few times without getting up, he could not help but be filled with rage, his eyes instantly reddened as if he wanted to eat a wild beast. 　　"Die!" 　　The opponent's chi slackened, the opportunity could not be lost, Yan Beihong let out a furious cry, grabbing the opponent's sword wrist, an elbow strike slammed into the opponent's chest, sending the opponent staggering backward. 　　Taking advantage of the situation to seize the sword in his hand, Yan Beihong jumped up with his hand in a sword flower, holding the sword with both hands, and slashed down viciously with a bright light. 　　Puff! Directly splitting that expert diagonally shoulder to shoulder. 　　Flying blood, victory or defeat has been divided, Yan Beihong stood on his sword, panting heavily, looking at the corner of his mouth hanging blood, covering his chest with a face of pain, Miao Yi laughed loudly. 　　This kind of feeling of escaping from death, so that he laughed with pain and bravado. 　　After tearing off his clothes and simply bandaging his wounds, Yan Beihong picked up the little food left on the other side and walked over to Miao Yi's side, leaning down and grabbing Miao Yi's wrist to drag him up. 　　After giving Miao Yi a pulse, he suddenly slapped his palm on Miao Yi's abdomen. 　　"Wow ......" Miao Yi opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, but the chest tightness and shortness of breath flipping rivers in the abdomen is a relaxed, before the feeling of wanting to break off instantly eliminated. 　　"You and I have never known each other, is it worth it to fight for my life?" Yan Beihong stared at the white-faced Miao Yi and asked with a smile. 　　Miao Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and blankly glanced at him, having never seen such a wolf-hearted guy, he said in a bad mood, "You are highly skilled, I need you to be my bodyguard." 　　Yan Beihong waved his sword and pointed at the man who had just fallen, asking in a deep voice, "He has better hands, wouldn't it be safer for you to help him?" 　　Miao Yi said expressionlessly, "Precisely because he has better hands, he doesn't need my help, and I have now saved your life!" 　　"Count on your kid's good sense, haha!" Yan Beihong threw himself up to the sky and burst into a wild laugh, then patted Miao Yi's back, "Don't look like a pathetic little lady, you've suffered some internal injuries, you can't die!" 　　The hint of vigilance that he had been keeping in his eyes towards Miao Yi finally disappeared completely, and returned to climb up the mountain cliff to pick that immortal grass into his hand, and took it down for the two of them to enjoy together. 　　This immortal grass was only half a chopstick long, with nine branches and nine leaves, crystalline and jade, which could be described as Qiong Zhi Jade Leaves, emitting a hazy halo. Surface attached to the stars of tiny light particles floating, as if a group of small fireflies in the surrounding fluttering, and like the stars of the night sky, it is estimated that this is the immortal grass "Star China" the origin of the name. 　　Two people are the first time to see this baby, put the nose close to smell a refreshing slight fragrance, unlike the scent of wildflowers so easy to attract bees and butterflies. 　　"Good stuff! Worthy of being immortal grass." Yan Beihong tsked twice, letting Miao Yi smell the fragrance and appreciate it for a while before putting it back. 　　The wide-eyed Miao Yi watched as he wrapped up the immortal grass with a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his arms. 　　Seeing Miao Yi looking at his own eyes strangely, without the partner's permission to take the immortal grass for himself, Yan Beihong clenched his fist and coughed a few times at his mouth, seemingly a little embarrassed and said, "That's what, this plant belongs to me, the next plant counts as yours." 　　Miao Yi looks towards the way he came and asks, "You already got the immortal grass, not going back?" 　　"Do you see me like such an unrighteous person?" Yan Beihong cheekily pushed Miao Yi to continue walking forward, "I'll continue to be your bodyguard, and we'll go back together when we've grabbed your share. However, the bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, your kid is not allowed to think about my share to play dirty, otherwise don't blame me for being nonchalant." 　　Miao Yi is speechless, who called himself can not win people, if the strength of the swap, the other party dares without their consent will be immortal grass in the bag? 　　Yan Beihong did not eat his words, the next days continue to see people on the robbery, seems to really want to grab a plant of immortal grass for Miao Yi. 　　In his words, let's become immortal together! 　　However, by now the people who are still blindly looking for almost all "poor", people also did not pick the immortal grass, rob is also in vain. 　　Not reneging on his promise was just the beginning, and eventually Yan Beihong reneged on his promise. 　　The two have already walked to the farthest point of the safe area on the map, to the end of the safe area, further in, ghosts know what is the situation inside. 　　The two of them stood on a hilltop and stopped at the end of the safe area, the mists gently wandering around them. 　　The place shrouded in mist in the distance was so mysterious, Yan Beihong appeared to be muttering to himself, ''Older brother, it's not that I'm going back on my word, turn back, the time for this ghost place to open is only one month, now half a month has passed, the road back will still take quite a bit of time, and if you're late, you won't be able to get out. I'll do my best on the way back, maybe I can even grab an immortal grass." 　　Miao Yi can understand his thoughts, the other party can accompany himself to this place is also considered benevolent, but ...... 　　"Did you hear any sound?" Miao Yi suddenly let out a shocked "eek", pointing to the opposite side of the unfathomably dangerous area, "It seems like it's coming out from inside." 　　"Sound? What sound?" Yan Beihong was stunned, constantly inclining his head from side to side and erecting his ears, his eyebrows gradually raised, "I didn't hear any sound!" 　　"Didn't hear it?" Miao Yi was a bit strange and once again inclined his head to listen. 　　A "ding dong dong" sound such as high mountains and flowing water like a ghostly voice comes, the rhythm of the high spirits and tenderness between the rhythm and staccato is extremely rhythmic, this is clearly someone playing the zither.