A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

There isn’t much work in the winter.

Jiang Yu fed Jingjing fodder and then went back to the house to sleep.

There is also action at night. Gotta keep up the spirit.

He planned to collect Frost Mist Grass Crystal tonight.

After the orifice channeling ceremony is held, you can leave the Wushan tribe.

He slept until the sun set in the west, and then the drunken old man came to ask him to eat: "Oh, you are so young. Why are you still sleeping in?"

Jiang Yu rubbed his eyes: "There is less work now. Save your energy and eat less."

"Pooh!"

The drunken old man glared at him angrily: "Which meal did you skip? The cows in the shed don't eat as much as you!"

Jiang Yu put the shell coins that he had sold himself into the hands of the drunkard old man: "Come on, come on, I'll treat you to a drink."

The drunken old man was startled: "One shell! It's enough to cover half a year's salary for me. Boy, just treat me to drinks on weekdays. What do you mean by giving me this money?"

Jiang Yu yawned, scratched his butt and said, "Don't worry, this money is clean. I'm about to leave the Wushan Tribe. The shell coins issued here can't be used anywhere else. Just think of it as a thank you for taking care of me. Bar."

The drunken old man muttered: "It's weird, the master suddenly gave us something today. And you gave me money again. Is there something good you are hiding from us?"

"what?"

Jiang Yu suddenly became more awake: "Divide things? Why is no one calling me?"

The drunken old man chuckled: "You are a slave, of course I have no share in it."

Jiang Yu rolled his eyes: "After dinner, I want to go out. You can help me set the fire in the evening."

The handler has short hands.

The drunken old man agreed without hesitation: "It's no big deal. Just go and do your work."

After dinner, Jiang Yu took away a ceramic vase and a wooden stick from the kitchen.

Without saying hello to anyone, he left through the side door of Yuefu.

Slaves could not leave the city on their own.

Jiang Yu walked around the city for a long time and climbed out of the city wall.

Seeing that he didn't attract the attention of the guards, he rushed towards the location designated by the clan witch at full speed.

The collection time of Frost Mist Grass Crystal is very short.

It doesn't work all the time.

Only when the first ray of sunlight hits the frost mist grass every day will a thin layer of white frost condense on it.

When the sun completely rises above the ground, the layer of white frost will disappear.

Jiang Yu was preparing to stay up all night.

Because the clan shaman only dictated the location of the Frost Mist Grass, he ran the wrong way twice.

When he found the place where the frost mist grass grew, he was stunned by the tragic scene in front of him.

This is the most brutal battlefield.

none of them.

There were corpses everywhere.

The white snow was stained with blood and turned into a mottled rag.

What's even more terrible is that the Frost Mist Grass was used as a sacrificial item for the Wushan Tribe, but it was also maliciously destroyed by the Fengxia Tribe.

Individual frost-mist grasses were dug out of the frozen soil and thrown everywhere.

Jiang Yu tried his best to avoid the fighting soldiers and searched secretly.

After walking halfway around the mountain, I finally found a fish that had slipped through the net and was buried in the snow.

Frostmist grass looks like an orchid.

The palm-wide leaves are two to three feet long.

The frost mist grass in front of me has seven or eight leaves. I don’t know if the frost mist grass crystals produced are enough.

At this moment, the sound of a bowstring vibrating suddenly came from behind.

Two arrows shot towards his back.

Jiang Yu could not leave the Frost Mist Grass and escape.

He could only draw out his iron sword and block the arrows. He shouted in a low voice: "Don't do anything, we are one of our own!"

"Stand still!"

A low shout sounded from the treetops.

Jiang Yu slowly turned around and saw that the attacker was wearing Fengxia tribe clothes. He immediately showed a look of joy: "I am Fang Lang from the Lilu tribe. I just escaped from the Wushan tribe."

As he spoke, he pointed to the collar around his neck.

Fengxia soldiers also appeared in the other two directions: "Don't play tricks! What are you doing here? Frostmist grass is a filthy thing and must be destroyed as soon as possible."

Jiang Yu's joy was beyond words: "I am the young master's personal guard. Before I was captured, the young master sent me to collect frost-mist grass crystals and research potions to restrain Wushan's witchcraft. You are here just in time. Go and find some more for me. A frost-mist grass."

A thin soldier sneered: "You're not a spy, are you?"

Jiang Yu's face turned cold instantly: "Which tribe are you from?"

As he spoke, he reached out and snapped his fingers.

A wisp of fire burst out from his fingertips.

Nothing proves his identity better than witchcraft.

The skinny soldier suddenly showed a look of panic: "Don't be surprised, sir, we are performing a strangulation mission. It is also out of caution to ask more questions."

Jiang Yu snorted coldly and said with an arrogant attitude: "Look for it quickly. Once you find it, you must protect it. When I finish collecting the frost mist grass crystals, I will naturally report your achievements in front of the young master."

How can grassroots soldiers have the opportunity to meet a big shot like Lian Shan Mengyun?

Hearing this, everyone became excited: "Sir, we all come from the Chailou tribe. It's not far from the Lilu tribe."

Jiang Yu waved his hand impatiently: "I know. Go quickly!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers immediately divided into three teams.

One team stayed to protect Jiang Yu, while the other two teams split up to search.

"Sir, what is the Wushan tribe like?"

The skinny soldier's emotional intelligence is obviously not high. Knowing that Jiang Yu was working as a slave in the Wushan tribe, he didn't have any words to express his presence.

Jiang Yu glanced at him coldly: "The captured brothers were all sold to women who were like wolves and tigers. When I was captured by mistake, everyone called me Mr. Xiong. If you look at me now, I'm all skinny. Got it."

The skinny soldier couldn't imagine Jiang Yu's original appearance, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh my god, if I had such a small body, wouldn't I just be reduced to a skeleton?"

Jiang Yu sneered: "Do you think there are not enough skeletons outside Wushan City?"

As he was speaking, he suddenly turned to look at the snowdrift twenty meters away: "Who is that person?"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Three arrows immediately shot in the direction Jiang Yu was looking.

A few people didn't realize there was anyone hiding there, but attitude was important.

Jiang Yu frowned and observed for a while, but found nothing unusual. So he whispered to several soldiers about the recent battle situation.

It is rare for grassroots soldiers to come into contact with people at the level of personal guards.

It is natural to know everything and say everything.

I am afraid that if I speak slowly, I will be robbed of the opportunity to express myself.

The two tribes have been fighting for more than four months.

Productivity suffered a severe decline as the tribe's strong labor force was drafted into the army.

Until now, both sides are gritting their teeth and holding on.

After winter, food becomes increasingly scarce.

The advantage of the war also began to tilt towards the Wushan tribe.

Except for the soldiers who died on the battlefield, I am afraid that many small tribes will not be able to survive this winter.

Jiang Yu shook his head when he heard this: "They are all raised by my parents. What's the point of fighting?"

The skinny soldier didn't expect Jiang Yu to say such a thing. Suddenly, it was like meeting a close friend, and I was filled with bitterness.

Jiang Yu secretly sighed in his heart: "My father is right. The complexity of the world is far beyond imagination. In comparison, Gui Yulin, who speaks with his fists, is much simpler."

Of course, many people may disagree with his idea.

After all, Gui Yulin's village is full of demon kings...

Winter nights are long.

Several soldiers did not dare to light a fire and huddled together like quails to keep warm.

I stayed up until the middle of the night, and I didn't even have the interest to talk anymore.

Finally the first ray of sunshine came at dawn.

When the leaves of the frost mist grass are exposed to sunlight, a layer of white frost instantly condenses on them.

Jiang Yu did not dare to delay and immediately scraped the white frost into the pottery vase with wooden sticks.

A layer is scraped off, and it quickly condenses again.

After just three scrapes, the leaf will quickly wither.

After Jiang Yu collected a frost mist grass, he immediately ran towards the two plants he discovered later with a few soldiers.

Hurrying slowly, I collected half a bottle of Frost Mist Grass Crystal before the sun fully rose.

I guess it should be enough.

Jiang Yu declined the soldiers' request to escort him.

He left gracefully under their watch.

All the soldiers were murmuringly praising the gentleman for his approachability.

But no one noticed.

The night before, Jiang Yu let out an imperceptible sigh from the position that had aroused his alertness: "Finally, let's go. Damn, you damn guy! My frost mist grass, grass crystal..."