To be honest, Song Shan also saw this ancient flower for the first time, and what he knew, that is, the information fed back to him by the origin ding, this flower was very beautiful, and he was a little fascinated.

"This little friend, since it is a dream epiphany, can we destroy this flower to save my father!"

Meng Jiefang listened to the conversation between Meng Yue and Song Shan, and felt a little irritable, at this time, nothing was more important than his father's life, he asked Song Shan directly.

"No, you can't!"

Song Shan shook his head: "If you destroy this flower, you won't be able to save him, if the dream epiphany is really so simple, it won't be called the ancient strange flower!"

"Then there is no way?" Meng Jiefang clenched his fists and his face gloomy.

"Perhaps!"

Song Shan raised his head, he didn't look at Meng Jiefang, he just looked at Meng Yue: "But I'm waiting for her decision, Meng Yue said to help, then I'll do my best!"

"Yueyue, what are you thinking!"

Meng Jianjun, the third elder of the dream family, looked at Meng Yue and fell into thought, and was a little angry: "That's your grandfather!"

"Yueyue, what's wrong with you?"

"Second uncle, do you know the Tian family?" Meng Yue asked Meng Jiefang: "How much do you know about what grandpa has done!"

"Tian family?"

Dream liberation's pupils changed color: "How do you know?"

"Otherwise, why do you think grandpa would suffer!"

"It's they who came back for revenge!" Meng Jiefang gritted his teeth, suddenly understood a lot of things, and said in a low voice: "Yueyue, no matter what your grandfather has done, he is for this family and your father after all!"

He just knows Mengyue too well and knows that this child's grievances are clear, but now that his father is in danger, he can't take care of the grievances of the past.

The key seems to be that only this young man has a way, and this young man only listens to Mengyue.

......

"I don't know who Xiaoyou's teacher is?" Hong Lao took two steps and suddenly asked Song Shan.

There are some ancient inheritances in Huaguo, many people don't know, but they can't ignore the existence, such as the inheritance of the witch clan in southern Xinjiang, and many witchcraft are separated from scientific research.

He can also be regarded as a strange person who knows some idle clouds and wild cranes.

Song Shan is so young, but he knows these ancient plants well, and there must be a inheritance behind them.

"I'm a peasant disciple!"

Song Shan smiled, he would take Hong Lao.

"Peasant disciple?"

Hong Lao squinted: "The farmer of the hundred families?"

"Elder Hong is knowledgeable!" Song Shan saluted with some admiration.

"It is rumored that the farmer has a little experience in planting rare medicinal herbs, and please communicate more in the future, which can benefit the patients of the world!" said Hong Lao's eyes were scorching.

Nowadays, the special medicinal materials in the world, on the vintage, are even rarer, if this young man really shoulders the inheritance of the farmer, he must have a supreme talent in planting.

Because what farmers are best at is planting.

"Definitely!"

Song Shan wanted to find a channel for the medicinal materials he planted, and heard Fang Nanyi say that this old man Hong has outstanding medical skills and belongs to the ranks of divine doctors, so he must have an extraordinary status in the medical field, and his connections must be very wide.

......

"Shanzi, I will choose to save people!"

After a long silence, Meng Yue spoke, and said abruptly: "Can you save it?"

"Have you figured it out?" Song Shan narrowed his eyes.

"If there is a sin, the father will pay the debt, if there is a sin, I Mengyue is willing to bear it!" Mengyue gritted his teeth and said: "He is my grandfather, he is old, and there are not many years left in the future, no matter what he has done, I still hope that he will live well in his old age and live without worry!"

"You have put a shackle on yourself, and your life will not be easy in the future!"

Song Shan sighed, Mengyue lives too chic, too open, once she has some debts in her heart, it will be difficult for her to live as happy as before in her life.

"As a child, you should always have to carry it!" Meng Yue said calmly: "And what our Meng family owes must be repaid!"

"Your choice, I respect!"

Song Shan thought for a while and said, "There is no guarantee that it will be saved, but I will try my best to try it, give me a few days, there should be hope!"

"Thank you!"

Meng Yue smiled, her smile a little pale.

..............................

It's dawn, and the people who should be dispersed are gone, after all, these medical masters, all of them, are all in a hurry, and it is impossible to keep the old man here all the time.

Song Shan stayed for the time being.

He was arranged in a courtyard in the east wing of the Mengjia mansion, and Fang Nanyi was also there, but she had to follow Mengyue and never leave, for fear that something would happen to Mengyue, after so many blows, even if Mengyue was strong, she was just a girl after all.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Song Shan didn't feel sleepy, he was in good spirits, and his eyes were looking at the pot of dreams in front of him.

"Most plants in the world are mutually reinforcing!"

Song Shan said to himself: "But now even if I cultivate the Dream Interpretation Grass, it's too late!"

Dreams and epiphanyes make people fall into dreams.

Dream interpretation grass can free people from dreams, break free from dreams, and wake up.

Dream Interpretation Grass is also an ancient plant.

Song Shan has the confidence to cultivate, but there are two problems, first, he has no seeds, and second, it is too late in time, the old man Meng's body is not good, he is seventy or eighty years old, and he may be able to withstand the torture of dreams for three or five days, but in a month or two, his spirit will wither, his soul will perish, and in scientific terms, he will be directly brain dead.

"The dregs of medicine may be useful!"

"Plus ten times the water spirit bead!"

"There's still a chance!"

"But where to find the seeds of the Dream Interpretation Grass!" Song Shan was very depressed, the key was that the seeds could not be found.

"That's right!"

Song Shan suddenly sounded, and the old Taoist priest from before replaced what Tian Buyi gave him, maybe it helped,

He quickly took out a wooden box.

This wooden box looks very ancient, the quality of the wood is something that Song Shan has never seen, and there are some peculiar carvings on it, it is definitely not simple, but it is not a trap box, and it can be opened directly.

There are two things inside the wooden box.

One is a book, the material of this book is a bit like cow leather, but it is certainly not leather or anything like that, and it is also something that Song Shan has never seen, only more than 20 industries, and on every page, there is a picture, and there are some strange words.

These words are a bit like oracle bones.

There was another thing, it was a cloth bag, and when you opened the cloth bag, it contained stones.

Song Shan picked one up, looked at it carefully, and after half a ring, he muttered to himself: "Petrified seeds, it turns out to be like this!"

"Is there a seed of dream interpretation grass here?"

Song Shan began to turn over these petrified seeds, the seeds are petrified, generally speaking, they are naturally broken, but the different preservation methods can preserve the vitality, these seeds, as long as there is a special technique, can be replaced.

"Found it!"

Song Shan struggled to find a seed from a pile of seeds, looking at this seed, he said to himself a little: "Tian Buyi doesn't know if this is the seed of the dream interpretation grass, or did he deliberately leave a bug?"

The toxicity of the dream epiphany can only be solved by the dream interpretation grass, and if there is no such seed, Song Shan is helpless.

"Forget it!"

Song Shan sighed: "Maybe this is fate!"

He began to plant.

Now he is a guest of the dreamer, and he has everything he wants, so he asks people to find a flower pot, and then asks people to fetch soil.

Soil extraction is also not a simple matter.

After planting to a certain technology, there is a technology, called pregnant soil, different soil, can allow different plants to survive, pregnant soil is the ancient peasant disciples' housekeeping skills, it is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say easy, mainly to see whether it is used or not.