Chapter 151 An Archaeological Team in the Jungle (1/2)

Not far from the cliff, Ning Tao found water. It was a mountain stream flowing out of the crack in the rock and gathered into a pool of several square meters below the rock. The deepest water was about a meter deep, and the water was crystal clear.

Qing Zhui let out a merry shout while running to the water. She scooped water to her mouth and took a sip. Then she turned to Ning Tao with a smile, exclaiming, ”Brother Ning, the water is so sweet. Come and have a drink.”

Ning Tao went down to the pool and had a few drinks. The mountain water from the crack in the rock was really different from the tap water and bottled water in city. It tasted sweet and clear, leaving a natural taste in the mouth. Ning Tao could not help but have some feelings in his heart—now the city was more and more prosperous, people's income getting higher and higher, but how many people could drink mountain water? On the contrary, in ancient times such mountain water could be found everywhere, and the water in the river could be scooped up and drunk. No wonder the spiritual energy was thin now. The world today was full of sewage. Even if there was spiritual energy nowadays, factory chimneys and car exhaust would exhaust it.

”Ahem.” Qing Zhui made a few dry coughs and swung her white and tender hand in the water.

Ning Tao stopped wondering, smiled, and said, ”You don't have to remind me. Now that I've promised to wash your hair, I won't go back on my word. Let me get you shampooed.” He got up and came to her. Then he asked her to lower her head, and scooped up water to her hair.

Qing Zhui was very cooperative, honestly lowering her head and stretching her neck to enjoy Ning Tao's service. Her neck was slender and long, and the skin was white and delicate, and looked beautiful and inviting when it was covered with water.

When Ning Tao washed her hair, his nostrils were filled with her peculiar fragrance, and the scene in the canyon came to his mind. As a result, he felt worse and worse. He quietly decided to use the delicate perfumed tripod to concentrate a little white-jade holy lotus when he refined the Primary Elixir this time, and then make a sachet to carry around, so that he might be able to resist the temptation of Qing Zhui easily.

When he finally finished washing Qing Zhui's hair, Ning Tao scooped up the cold water with his hands to washed face.

”Brother Ning, let me get you shampooed,” suggested Qing Zhui. ”How would you like it?”

Her remark was neither implicit nor implicit.

Ning Tao stood up hurriedly, picked up his medicine chest and left, while refusing, ”No, no. We still have to hurry to collect herbs. The clinic is moving this time tomorrow. I don't know where it's going to go. We will go back when we have gathered enough herbs.”

Qing Zhui pouted and lazily followed him.

Then they walked until it was dark.

With his extraordinary ability of nose in the state of smelling, Ning Tao could find the needed herbs accurately and efficiently. Throughout the day, he had not only gathered nearly all the herbs needed for making the Primary Elixirs, but also found some seedlings and seeds of herbs.

Ning Tao still had lots of medicinal materials that Fan Huaying brought for him and Lin Qinghua gave him last time, so he could start refining the Primary Elixirs as soon as he went back. Furthermore, he could plant the medicinal herbs that he dug and picked here into his spiritual field. He would realize his dream of being a cultivating landlord. In the future, when he developed his spiritual cultivation to a certain extent, he could refine the necessary elixirs without leaving home. In a word, he had a bright future in money.

At last they stopped at the back of a hillside.

Ning Tao counted the herbs he collected and was very happy.

”It's foggy,” Qing Zhui stated suddenly, raising her hand and pointing in one direction.

Ning Tao looked up in the direction she was pointing. It was on the sunny side of the hill, from where a white mist was blowing toward them, and Ning Tao could smell rotting at a great distance.

Fog was odorless, let alone rotten.

Ning Tao suddenly stood up and said, ”We've got to go. It's miasma, not fog.”

”I'm not afraid of miasma, and neither are you,” stated Qing Zhui. ”Why don't we camp out in miasma for a night? That must be romantic.”

Ning Tao was speechless. He couldn't understand the romance for demons.

”Alem, alem...” Suddenly from the miasma came the sound of coughs.

Ning Tao paused and muttered, ”Is there anyone there?”

”Help... Alem, alem...” From the miasma came a cry for help in anguish and despair this time.

”You guard the herbs. I'll go and see,” Ning Tao said to Qing Zhui, and then started to rush toward the miasma.