The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

Several figures shuttled through the mountains and forests. They wore uniform black robes with Tengyun and green vines printed on their backs, and moon-white jade pendants without patterns hung on their waists.

A man in white clothes stood in the bushes, his clothes were muddy, his hands behind his back, clankingly released the cold air.

"Master!" the Taoist disciples shouted in awe. They half-kneeled on the ground, not caring that the wet mud would stain their clothes, and even bent over with the same curvature.

One of them respectfully handed over the folded clothes and the silver-white ghost mask. Xi Mojiu pulled the corner of the clothes, put one foot on the ground, and put on the clothes in the air. The mask covered his frosty face.

"Follow me to save the door master's wife!"

"Yes! Disciple takes orders!" Everyone said in unison, tacitly took out the exact same mask and put it on their faces.

Xi Mojiu relied on his memory to return to the battlefield. When he arrived, the replicator raised his sword and stabbed at the unknown Heihuo. Xi Mojiu recognized that the clothes on Heihuo were Mo Ling's clothes. The silver needle in the room pierced the replicator's sword-raising hand.

"Ah!" The silver needle pierced his palm, and the replicator threw the sword a few meters in pain, and looked at the person who came by viciously: "You meddle in my own business!"

"Say, where is he?" Xi Mojiu threw another one, which accurately stabbed the replicant's left ear.

"Who?" While speaking, the replicator calmly summoned the puppets he created, and suddenly his face changed, and he shouted in horror: "Go to the underworld and ask them yourself, hahaha."

Hundreds of men in black appeared from all directions. Xi Mojiu's face was calm, and he was still able to remain calm about this kind of scene. He waved his hand and ordered: "Not one will be left!"

Mo Ling didn't know how long he had been running until the sky was gray and he slowly pulled out the belly of the fish. Mo Ling walked a little slower and stopped walking deliberately. He looked behind his eyes and no one followed.

"Rest for a while" found a fairly clean big rock, and Mo Ling sat down bluntly. He pinched his legs that were about to be useless. The wound on his face stopped bleeding after simple treatment, but The pain cannot be reduced.He gently wiped off the sweat with his sleeve to prevent the sweat from slipping over the wound, experiencing the torment of sprinkling salt on the wound.

"I'm absolutely incompatible with this mountain. I haven't encountered any good things since I came here." Thinking of the replicator, he smiled angrily and pulled the collar of his clothes to ventilate. Should be pissed off."

Praying for mountains is a good thing, every time I pray for good weather and good weather in the coming year, everything will be safe, but when it comes to Mo Ling, it is really unlucky, he spreads his fingers and counts one by one.

"Going down the mountain, getting lost, getting seriously injured, being teased and teased, finally had a round with Xi Mojiu, and then found the third and fifth princes and was chased and killed. After going around for a while, I returned to the original place, alas."

No matter how beautiful the scenery in the mountains and forests is, Mo Ling, who is wandering in the sky, cannot be attracted. He is tired and clutches his stomach in protest of "beating the drum and complaining for grievances". He has no choice but to give birth to a fruit tree and pick some fruits to eat.

"Hey, your fruit looks pretty good!" An old and cheerful tone appeared behind Mo Ling.

He was so frightened that his hands shook, the fruit in his hand fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stuck to the soil.

Mo Ling turned his head and saw that it was a white-haired old man leading a donkey. The old man was dressed plainly and had a black veil on his back.

Mo Ling immediately picked a few big apples, handed them to the old man politely with both hands, and said with a smile: "If the old man likes it, take it and eat it. If it's not enough, just take it."

"Really?" The old man was overjoyed, and happily took the apple from Mo Ling's hand and put it into the donkey's neck pocket. He rolled his eyes, pointed at the fruit tree and asked suspiciously, "Can I still take it?"

Mo Ling nodded, there were plenty of fruits.An old man must have encountered something when he appeared in the mountains. The lonely one is very pitiful, so what if he gives a few fruits.Unknowingly, Mo Ling fantasized about the eight o'clock plot of the daughter-in-law's unfilial piety in his mind.

Mo Ling has a fair appearance and a well-behaved personality. He is the favorite type of the elders. A gleam flashed in the eyes of the elders, and he had an idea in his heart.

"It's not bad." He stroked his long beard, stopped picking, looked at the high mountain and said, "Son, why did you appear in this land of jackals and tigers alone? Look at you, you have small arms and legs, and you are not afraid of encountering others." What's the danger?"

"It's quite dangerous, so why are you here, old man? Are you not afraid of tigers in the mountains?"

The old man was stunned by the question, and when he saw the smile in Mo Ling's eyes, he laughed loudly: "I'm here to find someone."

"Looking for someone in the mountains?" Do you have to rethink the possibility of the eight o'clock shift, is it possible that you are a reclusive expert?

Mo Ling looked at the old man with hot eyes, if he is really an expert, he will definitely be able to help him out!Get out of this damn place.

Jiu'er should have escaped safely... right?

Thinking of the back of Xi Mojiu running away in despair, Mo Ling couldn't help feeling distressed.He escaped, and he doesn't know what happened to Xi Mojiu and the second prince?

"Son, what are you thinking about?" The old man waved his hands in front of Mo Ling's dim eyes, trying to bring back his sight from running away.

"Thinking about who the senior is?"

"Changed your name all at once?" The old man smiled and said, "I'm just a bad old man who no one wants, and I can't afford the senior you call me."

"Senior was joking." Mo Ling gave up the stone he used to rest: "Please sit down."

What is an old man who dares to wander casually in the mountains if he is not an expert?But let alone a woodcutter, he still doesn't believe that there are donkeys who chop firewood without tools.

The donkey was kicking the green grass on the ground. Seeing this, the old man took off an apple and put it into its mouth, cursing: "You don't live up to your expectations, you just ate and are hungry again."

"Want to get out of the mountain?" The old man looked at Mo Ling, who nodded silently, seeing the old man let out an "oh", stood up, patted the dust on the back of his buttocks, and sat upside down on the donkey's back.

"For your apple's sake, I'll take you out."

Mo Ling's eyes lit up, and he quickly thanked: "The junior thanked the senior."

As expected, he was a reclusive master, and he did not make a mistake in his bet, Mo Ling was secretly complacent, with a smile on his face, his expression written on his face.

It took almost a day for Mo Ling to follow the old man to save a lot of wasted journeys. Before the sun went down, Mo Ling and the old man walked to the foot of the mountain. Looking at the unfamiliar but familiar entrance, Mo Ling's eyes filled with tears.

Holding back his emotions, he turned around and thanked the old man again: "Thank you senior for your help. If you need help from the junior in the future, please come to the Nine Princes Mansion to find the junior. The junior will definitely not shirk!"

The old man lay leisurely on the donkey's back, biting the apple, and the apple juice flowed down the palm of his hand. He quickly raised his hand to lick it away, not wanting to waste a drop of juice.

"Remember what you said at this time, we will meet in the future."

Mo Ling said yes, and waved goodbye to the old man. Before leaving, the old man handed him a medicine bottle, claiming that it could cure the scar on his face.

Mo Ling touched his painful face and wounds, he smiled wryly, he must be no different from a ghost now, don't scare Xi Mojiu when he goes back.