Wei Liu'er has been like this for a few days since then, Duan Que got up early in the morning to fetch firewood, and then carried a large bundle of firewood to the limit of his physical strength to Xiao's house, as usual, he didn't want a penny, and he didn't drink a sip of water, even if the woman forced it into his hand and watched him go out, Duan Que would always find a way to return it.

After eight or eight years later, when the young man turned around to leave after delivering firewood again, a woman's voice sounded behind him, "Wait, I have something to say to you."

After Duan Que heard this, his body slowly turned around and tensed up because of nervousness.

This waited for half an hour, and after the woman was finally done, she patted the ashes and leaves on her body, and led Duan Que to a corner of the courtyard.

"You have sent nine hundred and sixty catties of firewood for these eight, all of them are good sticks and firewood", the woman looked at Duan Que, who was becoming more and more black and thin, lowered her head and sighed and said, "Well, what do you want?"

Duan Que didn't hesitate, and met the woman's eyes, "I want to see Daoye Xiao."

"What kind of Taoist master is not a Taoist master, you want to call an immortal master", the woman was not surprised by Duan Que's request at all, "You want to be a Taoist priest?"

"Yes", Duan Que pursed his lips, "My parents died when I was a child, and my grandmother, who depended on each other a month ago, has also passed away, and now I have no relatives and no way to make a living." Now I am determined to become a monk, and I ask my aunt to help me achieve it."

"You kid ......", the pity in the woman's eyes increased, and at the same time the sigh became heavier, "When you look at the honor of a Taoist priest in front of people, you should think about how difficult it is to be a Taoist priest

Wei Liu'er Luo Xin Snow Dragon Pattern You are close, some people have deeper thoughts than you, but they don't make it, what can you do if you see it? If there is really no place to live, although the aunt's family is not rich, it can afford to support a few farmers, what do you think?".

"I want to see Immortal Master Xiao", Duan Que still said, "Even if you can't give Wen Qi for a while, you can become a named fire-burning Taoist."

"You're not old, you're not stubborn," the woman frowned and waited for more, when she saw her man walk in from outside, accompanied by a man who looked like a man, and told the woman to hurry up and prepare tea as she went.

The woman answered, hurriedly said to Duan, "You think about it again", and then rushed to the stove room to work.

Nu Rao's words made Duan Que's heart empty, and the fatigue of Qi Ao seemed to burst out at this moment, and his body sat down softly against the wall behind him.

Luo Xinxue Wei Liu'er Liu'er sister is really hopeless! Being a farmer is equivalent to selling herself as a slave, rather than this, it is better to go to Ruyi with the winter melon king stone, he has never thought of this way out of the woman.

After eight times, he was no longer a human being in this courtyard, because no one came to drive him away, and it was in the process that he heard a message from the rough maid who went in and out to deliver tea and hot water.

The old husband of the Xiao family is getting sicker and sicker, and Lang Zhong wants to cure her disease, which is indispensable for the main medicine called Shouyang Ju, and it must be more than 200 years old to work. It's just that this thing is very expensive, there are no pharmacies in the county, although there are in the state city, most of them are thirty or fifty years old, and those that are more than eighty years old are rare, let alone two hundred years. Now I'm worried about it

The coarseness of the fast mouth made the girl have no reaction to the lack of money during these periods, and there is no gold in the county pharmacy

Wei Liu'er, Luo Xinxue, Sister Liu'er, what can he do? It's just that the girl's last unintentional words shocked Duan Que's whole body.

It turns out that Lang Zhong has also been on Dajian Mountain, and there may be these more than 200 years of Shouyang Ju old roots, but that mountain is really sinister, especially since last year, after three medicine pickers were killed in one breath, now no one in the left vicinity dares to go.

Hearing this, Duan Que came to his senses again, and after taking out the appearance of Shouyang Ju that she had glanced at on the medicine book inside, she walked out of the courtyard of the Xiao family without stopping.

For the rest of the time, Duan Que was preparing for the rest of the year, and the cautious nature he cultivated made him understand two points very well: first, the more dangerous the work, the higher the reward, and second, it was better not to do this dangerous work, but if it was a last resort, the preparation had to be done as carefully as possible. One more for each

Luo Xinxue and Wei Liu'er can be cautious and have more money to save their lives.

Ropes, dry food, iron claws used by the locals to climb mountains...... In order to prepare, these things were almost exhausted, and all the savings that Duan Que had had not had much.

When all this was ready, in the second afternoon, Duan Que left the village and walked to Dajianshan, fifteen miles away.

Shouyang chrysanthemum, as the name suggests, is a kind of herb that can be the first to see the sun. Its unique habits dictate that it can only grow on the top of the highest mountain, which is the fundamental reason why it is so rare and precious.

On the third morning after Duan Que set off from the village, an exhausted sales figure appeared on the top of Dajian Mountain, which has been inaccessible all year round.

When Duan finally climbed to the top of the mountain with both hands and feet, he was so tired that even a cough could shake his whole body, and the already shabby clothes were now torn and hung up, falling one by one.

Don't block the cold, it's a little reluctant to even cover your shame. At the same time, his body is full of mountains and rocks, some of them have scars, and some of them are still oozing blood, in short, his current description is really not as good as the flower on Yunxi Street.

After lying on the ground like a dead man for three pillars of incense, Duan Que stood up again, not bothering to look at the scenery of the mountains and the sea of clouds that stretched for thousands of miles, his eyes were fixed on the ground.

It seems that Na Langzhong is not deceiving, after searching inch by inch on the top of the small mountain for a long time, Duan Que finally found the dark green Shouyang chrysanthemum at the bottom of a large bluestone that has been blown by the mountain wind for thousands of years.

That's right, that's it, after checking the appearance three times in a row, Duan Que finally put his mind at ease, and according to the girl's method that day, looking at the color of the herb, this inky black Shouyang chrysanthemum is not even Sister Liu'er

Luo Xin Xueliu Yan stopped the year of two hundred years.

After finally finding and confirming, Duan Que, who had been squatting in front of Shouyang Ju for a while, finally stood up, walked a few steps forward and looked into the distance, and then, the boundless sea of clouds dyed golden by the sun came to his face, this magnificence, the vastness of the encompassing land was like a fire that burned his heart and blood all over his body.

Then Duan Que, who felt a sudden surge of breath in his chest, began to shout loudly, and after this opening, he was out of control, at first he was only moved by the spectacular scene in front of him, and later his shouting contained more content.

The grief of my grandmother's death, the sadness of the death of my parents since I was a child, the difficult life of relying on the old and the young for many years, the glorious and magnificent Nine Immortal Realm that I am not sure if it really exists, and the cultivation of "Pei Yuan Jue" that has not progressed for a long time...... All of this depression is unwilling