"Leave here first."

Grandpa Zhao San raised his hand and slapped Du Yong on the back of his neck, and Du Yong immediately fainted.

This is the worst way to do this, naturally because time is tight, so the leader of the egg-drawing monkey will immediately lead a large army to kill him. When they see similar corpses all over the ground, they will definitely get angry.

"Um!"

Yang Jin nodded, took Du Yong from the third master Zhao, and resisted it quickly on his shoulder. When he was about to leave, he bent down and picked up Du Yong's dagger and picked up another monkey hind leg.

"What are you picking up this thing?" Mr. Zhao San was very curious.

"I'm going to smoke this monkey leg dry and keep it as a supplement, and use it at critical moments." Yang Jin laughed.

"tonic?"

Grandpa Zhao San burst into laughter. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed a tonic, but it was just a special one. Although it would become manic after taking it, it also enhanced its combat power in disguise.

It is indeed possible to use it for yourself at critical moments, or to be a slutty person.

Thinking of this, Master Zhao San simply picked up a complete monkey corpse and took the lead in running forward.

Yang Jin followed closely behind, feeling very glad. Fortunately, Du Yong invited Grandpa Zhao San to accompany him, otherwise he would not even be able to pass the current level, let alone visiting the tomb.

Youmang Mountain is worthy of being a forbidden land. It is indeed a fame that can make so many generations of masters maintain awe.

The psychic monster vine, the killing black bee, and the egg-drawing monkey are all enough to drink a few pots, and the current location is still on the periphery, so these three are definitely not the most powerful. God knows what other strange things are there.

The two of them quickly rushed out several miles away, and the monkey screams behind them slowly faded.

Yang Jin breathed a little relieved and sighed: "Mr. Zhao, I am more and more impressed by the legendary Long Zijing now. Why is he so powerful? He can live in seclusion in such a terrifying place as Youmang Mountain."

Master Zhao San took it for granted: "Human martial arts and adventure spirit are actually slowly regressing. Long Zijing is a striking figure more than a thousand years ago, so of course he cannot be viewed from the current perspective."

This is indeed reasonable.

It is recognized that martial arts regression is because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gradually weakening, and the speed of martial artists practicing internal strength will naturally slow down. Although the research on moves is becoming more and more detailed, and various self-created moves are emerging one after another, moves are auxiliary after all, and internal strength is always the mainstay.

As for the spirit of adventure regression, there is also a saying that, as productivity increases and material improvements, people become more and more jealous of their lives, so they naturally stay away from dangerous places.

Even if you want to go on an adventure, it is mostly for the purpose of getting rich rather than being curious.

It’s like exploring a tomb. Most people find treasures and find a buyer to sell it. Most buyers do it to show off, but do not study the secrets, thereby revealing the truth of history or promoting the progress of civilization.

Of course, there are also people who are easy to study, but they are a very small number after all.

"stop!"

After running for about half an hour, he could no longer hear the monkey's screams, so Master Zhao San suggested stop and take a break.

Yang Jin threw the monkey's hind legs on the ground, carefully put Du Yong down, and then carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

The light here is still very dark, but it is not as exaggerated as before. There is a bluestone land several meters square and a clear stream.

Grandpa Zhao San came to the stream and squatted down, picked up a handful of stream water and looked at it, took a sip, and after a while, he ordered Yang Jin: "Pick up Boy Du and pour water to wake him up."

Yang Jin walked over with Du Yong and asked worriedly: "Old man, is this water OK?"

Grandpa Zhao San snorted: "Of course it's no problem. Are you doubting my husband's testing ability?"

Yang Jin smiled embarrassedly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm a little scared because I was poisoned last night."

After saying that, he put Du Yong down and sat down with caressed him.

Master Zhao San held the water and poured it on.

Hurry!

After a few strokes, Du Yong woke up suddenly, reached out to wipe off the water from his face, looked at the brand new place, and found that Yang Jin and Zhao San were looking at him vigilantly, and he was stunned: "Damn, what's the situation now? What about the big leader who took out the egg monkey?"

Seeing that Du Yong had returned to normal, Yang Jin was very happy, but he still said angrily: "What's the situation? You almost killed me just now, do you still remember?"

Du Yong was stunned and grabbed the back of his head: "I almost killed you? Are you funny? I was clearly fighting the big leader who dug egg monkey just now, but suddenly it grabbed his hand and couldn't move."

"I caught it!"

When Grandpa Zhao San heard this, he immediately blew his beard and glared at him. It turned out that Du Yong regarded him as the leader of the egg-drawing monkey.

Du Yong said stupidly: "Ah?"

Grandpa Zhao San snorted: "If you really are the leader of the egg-drawing monkey, you have become a eunuch now. Waiting to enter the palace to serve noble people. With your Du family, you might be able to become a chief manager."

Du Yong shook his head hard and thought about it for a while: "It seems that there is still some impression. I suddenly became very manic. My mind was just thinking about killing me, and I had endless energy all over my body."

Yang Jin explained: "You became like that after drinking monkey blood. If you lose your mind, we can only knock you out."

Du Yong suddenly realized.

Master Zhao San teased: "Is it a habit to open your mouth when fighting? Or is it the trick you learned from whom? Can opening your mouth enhance your combat effectiveness?"

Du Yong was very embarrassed and smiled: "Aren't you a little excited at that time? I accidentally took two mouthfuls of blood. I wanted to vomit it, but I happened to be a little thirsty at that time."

He paused, winked and said, "It's really sweet, it's so satisfying to drink, but I don't enjoy it for two."

Grandpa Zhao San and Yang Jin rolled their eyes at the same time, unable to complain.

Yang Jin pointed to the monkey corpse not far away: "Since it's not enough, then go and eat meat!"

Du Yong looked over and said in surprise: "You are so interested. Do you want to use monkey fleshy yin people?"

Yang Jin returned the dagger to Du Yong: "No matter what it is used for, you must smoke it first so that it can be preserved. I ran so far behind you just now, and I am very tired now, so you can deal with it."

"Treat it, what a big deal."

Du Yong took the dagger, walked over quickly, lifted the monkey corpse and monkey legs, and threw it into the stream.

Cutting off the edges, peeling, tearing the belly, and removing internal organs are not difficult, Du Yong did it very well.

Grandpa Zhao San praised him: "Boy Du, it's not bad."

Du Yong said proudly: "I used to have an ideal of killing pigs."

When Yang Jin heard this, he smiled faintly, with a sad look on his face: "My childhood ideal was really to kill pigs because I wanted to eat meat every day. Later, after following your father, I realized that eating meat every day is not difficult, and fighting is difficult."

Du Yong cleaned the monkey meat and asked casually along the topic: "Brother Yang, what is the battlefield like?"

Du Yong didn't have a deep impression of his father Du Zongming, he only knew that he was a general who had been fighting wars all year round.

Du Yong is even more unfamiliar with the battlefield. In the past, he only heard various war reports. On the end of a certain year, the number of enemy troops killed and the number of soldiers and war horses damaged.

Yang Jin sighed: "Every time I go to the battlefield, countless soldiers die, like ants. It feels very complicated. Sometimes I am full of pride and work hard for the court and the people. Sometimes I feel that all this is meaningless and I don't understand why I always have to fight, because the result is always both losers. The difference is that more deaths and less deaths. I rob a piece of land today and may return it tomorrow. I will kill tens of thousands of others this year and tens of thousands of others next year."

Du Yong remained silent and could not speak.

"I have discussed this issue with many so-called wise men. Every time everyone argues endlessly, there is no conclusion."

Master Zhao San also stayed in the army in his early years. His duty was to protect his strategists in an endless manner. He had few opportunities to kill the enemy on the field, but he also knew the cruelty of the war, which was really hard to describe.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little solemn, Du Yong coughed lightly and showed the monkey meat in his hand: "Is it okay to wash it three times?"

Yang Jin came to his senses, looked carefully, and chuckled, "It's quite clean, just pick up firewood and make fire."

Du Yong nodded, placed the monkey meat on a clean stone, and then began to collect firewood.

There was quite a lot of dry firewood around me, so I picked up a lot of them and broke some wet branches.

After simply setting up a shelf, Du Yong picked up a handful of dry leaves, and the palm erupted hotly, and the fire was lit smoothly.

Seeing this, Master Zhao San praised him again: "This fire point is so fast."

Du Yong humblely: "It is mainly due to the monkey blood, and the momentum has not yet passed."

Then he pretended to be melancholy: "I promised to explore the noble tomb or pick Ganoderma lucidum, but I didn't get anything, and I hid in this dark corner to smoke monkey meat."

Grandpa Zhao San sneered: "You guys are content, you're lucky if you don't die."

Yang Jin reminded: "This trip is not over yet."

Du Yong sighed lightly: "I don't have many requirements now. Try to find He Laosan and the others. It would be better if I could pick a few mushrooms and make up for my losses."

Actually, I gained something. I just got 1,600 points.

But there is something strange. Those monster vines are obviously spiritual, but there is no reward after being killed.

"Is it not to look for Lianghe just to look for He Laosan?" asked Grandpa Zhao San.

"Liang He and Lao Song are not underestimated, and they are all very clever people. It's not my turn to worry. If they have to say anything, they are also worried about me."

Seeing that the fire was already strong, Du Yong immediately placed some wet branches into the fire. After the blue smoke rose, he placed the washed monkey meat on the rack to smoke it.

Yang Jin helped to prepare the meat and echoed: "I also think Liang He and Lao Song are fine. Maybe they have walked out of the jungle and are planning to find us now."

Master Zhao San frowned slightly: "When will you look for me and I look for you? Have you never discussed the separation before?"

"Of course I've discussed it."

Yang Jin nodded and explained in detail: "We have said that in the inn in that small town, if we get separated, we will look for it first. If we can't find it in three days, we will go back to the inn and wait. We also made an appointment to mark it."

Then he patted his forehead: "We didn't even have a mark along the way."

Du Yong smiled bitterly: "I forgot too."

Master Zhao San said lightly: "It's inevitable that you forget it. Draw the mark and take a look."

Du Yong took the branch and drew several symbols on the ground, explaining what it means.
To be continued...