In the middle of the waterhole stands a slim lotus tree, about a meter high, with seven huge leaves like ice crystals.

The lotus flower in the center is white and flawless, and the slightest chill blooms from it, and it looks incompatible with the valley shrouded in the scorching sun.

"Seven Leaf Ice Crystal Lotus. Judging from the breath, it should not be far from maturity. That demon beast should be guarding it again. ”

Looking at the lotus, Li Xuanfeng's eyes were blazing and thoughtful.

The Seven Leaf Ice Crystal Lotus is a medium-grade elixir, and it is the main medicine for refining the Qingyun Pill, and a Qingyun Pill can increase the cultivation of a Jiazi in the early stage of the Jindan.

When Li Xuanfeng almost drooled when he looked at the Seven Leaf Ice Crystal Lotus, the group led by Leng Hanfeng had already come to the bamboo house by the lake.

Surrounded by several medicinal fields, the medicinal materials planted in them, including the profound sword demon cold wind who has lived for nearly three hundred years, and the masked woman who can refine some pills and was born in the Medicine God Valley, like a few people, only knows several kinds of Tianqi, ginseng, atractylodes, golden sunflowers, Ganoderma lucidum and other popular medicinal materials.

And these medicinal materials, which are also very common outside, are extremely precious here. Without it, any medicine that grows there for three hundred years, or longer, will become extremely precious. Not to mention other unknown drugs, which should be something that has been lost over the years.

Let's not talk about what is in the bamboo house, even if it is the medicine in this medicine garden, it is a priceless treasure for all sects and factions.

So everyone looked at these precious things with their eyes, and wanted to dig them out and bring them back, and find someone to refine them into pills. Leng Hanfeng's face was indifferent, and he said lightly: "The real good things are in the bamboo house, let's go first." As for the medicinal herbs, the deity doesn't need them, and when they come out, you're digging, and you can take as much as you want. ”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed. Even Dongfang Qingxue, who had always been cold, couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and followed the cold wind towards the bamboo house.

After all, Leng Hanfeng was a master of the God Realm, and if he took a fancy to some of the precious medicinal materials here, no one would dare to refuse.

A group of ten people walked into the bamboo house, and what caught their eyes was a hall of only more than ten square meters, and the furnishings inside were very simple, only a bamboo chair, a bamboo table and a futon, which were simple but spotless.

Directly opposite the hall is a smooth wall with three paintings that are still vivid even after a long period of turbidity, as if they were printed!

The painting in the middle depicts a monk with handsome facial features, about 20 years old, dressed in white and dusty, like frost and snow, with a bald head and a peaceful face!

Even if it's just a portrait, everyone still feels a strong Zen spirit in it!

On the right side of the monk's painting, there is a strange portrait, the same lifelike, there is also a monk in the middle of the painting, the difference is that this monk is riding on a snow-white, without a trace of impurities on a white horse, wearing a robe, wearing a Pilu hat, compared to the monk in the middle painting, the Zen on the body is much weaker!

In front of the monk riding on a white horse, a monkey wearing a tigerskin apron is depicted, and a pig standing and walking with a nine-toothed nail rake.

Behind the white horse was a bald man with a beard, carrying a crescent shovel with salutes hanging from it. On the left side of the monk's painting is a middle-aged man wearing a cyan Taoist robe and combing his Taoist head, standing on a towering mountain peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, making a posture of looking into the distance!

All three paintings are extremely realistic, with a vivid look on their faces, and their faces are depicted in great detail and lifelike, as if they were standing right in front of your eyes!

"If you look at this painting, it's familiar. It seems to be ......" The woman with the veil pointed to the painting on the right, her white brows furrowed slightly, she always felt that this painting was somewhat familiar, but for a while she couldn't remember where she had seen it, and she seemed a little speechless and stopped!

"Journey to the West!"

Dongfang Bingxue's cold voice sounded, and the woman suddenly showed a suddenly realized expression, and shouted happily: "That's right, it's Journey to the West." The painting on this painting is the Tang monk and apprentice!"

"Then the monk on the painting in the middle should be Tang Seng. The man in the green shirt nodded, pointing to the Taoist on the left: "Who is this?"

Everyone present shook their heads in confusion, recognizing Tang Seng and his apprentice because Journey to the West is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is shown on TV every year. Among the people present, I am afraid that except for the cold wind that was born a long time ago, everyone watched this TV series when they were young.

Therefore, there is nothing strange about recognizing the person in the painting!

As for the Taoist on the left, there is no reference, who knows who he is?

"Look, all three paintings have stamps here!"

Nangong Xian'er stretched out a jade finger and pointed to the lower left corner of the painting and shouted, and everyone looked along, and sure enough, there was a red seal pattern there.

"There's still a child up there. Sheyang Mountain People" Nangong Xian'er said, and read the son!

"Who is the Sheyang Mountain Man?"

The people present were confused!

"It's Wu Chengen's name!"

Dongfang Bingxue said lightly, she is a scholar!

"Wu Chengen, who wrote Journey to the West, this person is Wu Chengen, and these three paintings were painted by him. Could it be that this is his retreat, so why did he hang Tang Seng's painting in the middle, but hung his own painting on the left!"

The people present were even more confused, Journey to the West was just a book written by Wu Chengen. In the old-fashioned and hierarchical society of ancient times, since Wu Chengen, as the author, hung the portrait of the protagonist, a fictional character, in the middle of his seclusion, and his portrait on the left, this is unreasonable!

"Leave that alone, there are four boxes here. ”

Leng Hanfeng just glanced at the portrait casually, and after not finding anything strange on it, he urged impatiently. He wasn't interested in caring about this mess, he didn't even know who Wu Chengen was!

"Open it and take a look. There's something in there. ”

Leng Hanfeng pointed to the bamboo table under the portrait, on which there were just four jade boxes, as well as a jade slip three feet long and two fingers wide.

Everyone immediately stopped the discussion and looked at the four jade boxes with fiery eyes. Leng Hanfeng is right, Wu Chengen has been dead for hundreds of years. Why did he hang the portrait of Tang Seng here, what did he care about them!

I still care about the treasures in front of me!

Before the cold wind came to the bamboo table, he didn't go directly to open the jade box. Instead, he was very careful, and successively shot out four blue true qi and slashed at the jade box. After waiting for a long time, seeing that there was no response, he walked to the wall on his right hand again, opened the three paintings and looked at them separately, and found no mechanism, before he came to the bamboo table and opened the four jade boxes one by one.

With the movement of the cold wind, everyone struggled to breathe, and stared at the jade box with hot eyes, without blinking.