Early in the morning, the breeze is cool. The flowers and plants in the mountains are still stained with crystal dewdrops.

At the end of the mountains in the distance, the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, and the brilliant light shrouded in the mountains, a scene of steaming clouds.

In the past year or so, Ling Chusi has almost traveled all over the western section of the Qinling Mountains, and she has also selectively dug up a lot of precious herbs growing on the inaccessible cliffs and caves. Some of the ones that are easy to transplant are directly transplanted back into the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and some are directly made into various precious medicines.

As for the villagers at the foot of Qinling Mountain, Ling Chusi would often ask them to help buy some rice, noodles, dry food, or fresh seasonal fruits and vegetables from the market, because Ling Chusi gave money generously, and the local villagers have always been very keen on this kind of work to help procure, especially the half-grown children who are teenagers who can run faster than others with their hands and feet.

As for the fact that Ling Chusi, a little girl who looked like she was only seven or eight years old, asked people to buy things, at first, those villagers who took money to do things would still mumble a little, feeling that the other party was a person every time, and she looked extraordinarily fair and beautiful, and every inch of skin on her face and hands was as delicate as precious white jade, which was in extremely sharp contrast to the wild children in the village. However, there were never any adults behind the other party, and looking at the direction in which she came and went, it seemed to be in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, which naturally looked strange......

Ling Chusi still bought more things later, and after getting acquainted with a few of the half-grown children, he realized that at the beginning, their village regarded themselves as the kind of female mountain god named "Mountain Ghost" who lived in the mountains and would protect the people here in the book.

Ling Chusi knew that "Mountain Ghost Chapter" was from "Chu Ci Nine Songs", in which the mountain ghosts described were all young women, who sat on a red leopard when traveling in the mountains and forests, and would be followed by a civet dog.

As for Ling Chusi, although she has neither a leopard nor a raccoon dog, she has a chubby squirrel with a small bamboo basket on her back! At first glance, it's not an ordinary squirrel!

When he first heard this statement, Ling Chusi couldn't help but laugh. The mountain people here rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and there has always been an instinctive sense of reverence and awe for the mountains that cannot be climbed. When a child in the village was sick with a high fever and Lang Zhong in the village was helpless, it happened that Ling Chusi caught up with Ling Chusi and fed the child a little medicinal juice made from several herbs to cure the person, and some mountain people in the small village even began to give incense to the "mountain ghosts" who were very kind in their imagination and would always bless the village......

Anyway, this kind of thing doesn't have any effect on himself, Ling Chusi didn't pay much attention to it except for the twitch of the corners of his mouth when he heard about it just now. The next time I came back, I brought a few bottles of common medicines that were effective for minor problems such as headache and brain fever and gave them to the local villagers.

In his spare time, Ling Chusi's footprints gradually spread from the western section of the Qinling Mountains to the mountains in the middle section.

It was a sunny day and the sky was bright.

It had just rained a few days ago, and the mountains and forests seemed to have been washed green, adding a bit of freshness and greenery.

Ling Chusi deliberately wore a dress with a less eye-catching fabric, except that the color was brighter, the style and fabric of the clothes seemed to be no different from ordinary peasant children at first glance.

She carried a bamboo basket for collecting medicine on her back, and a chubby squirrel who also carried a very delicate and cute small bamboo basket squatted on her shoulder and fell asleep, obviously with her eyes closed, and her big fluffy tail still wagged and shook from time to time to keep her body steady.

In addition to picking some herbs in the mountains and bringing them back, Ling Chusi also picked and found a few wild mushrooms that were non-toxic and tasted good, and planned to bring them back at night to stew a pot of mushroom soup together, so he put them in the bamboo basket he was carrying with the herbs.

It was also a coincidence that when Ling Chu crossed a steep cliff, he happened to see a girl about twelve or thirteen years old who was collecting medicine when she stepped on the air and fell down the small hill next to her.

"You're hurt." Ling Chusi stepped forward, and the squirrel squatting on her shoulder also opened its eyes, looked at it curiously, and after seeing the person lying on the ground, it swept its tail and jumped directly into the bamboo basket behind Ling Chusi, only leaking its little head.

The woman who was collecting medicine had pain in her legs and couldn't move, because of the pain, her face was also pale for bursts, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

Hearing Ling Chusi's voice, the woman who was collecting medicine reluctantly raised her head, and after seeing Ling Chusi's appearance, she couldn't help but be stunned. After a while, his voice trembled slightly: "You, who are you?" ”

"Just like you, the medicine picker." Ling Chusi said casually, with a slight force in his hand, he directly supported the woman's back, and helped the person lying on the ground to sit up.

"Don't move, bear with the pain, I'll check your wounds." Ling Chusi said, and a hand directly touched the calf of the woman who didn't dare to move at all.

Her fingers were slender and white, but when she touched the wound, the decisive and heavy force made people feel a pain in their hearts.

The woman who was collecting the medicine couldn't help it, and instinctively let out a cry of pain.

Ling Chusi turned a deaf ear to this, and after examining the woman's wounds, he replied calmly: "Don't worry, the bone is not broken." After going home, apply some medicated oil, don't get out of bed and move for a few days, have a good rest, and it will be fine in a few days. ”

After listening to Ling Chusi's words, even though the woman who was collecting medicine was still in a cold sweat, she still breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." ”

Ling Chusi shook his head indifferently, "It's a matter of effort." As she spoke, she also took out a small bottle of hemostatic powder that could replenish qi and blood, and casually stuffed one into the woman's mouth, "You can rest here for a while first!" ”

The woman nodded. The other party is obviously a child younger than herself, but looking at her calm eyes, the words she said were unexpectedly very convincing.

The woman who picked the medicine looked at Ling Chusi's hands as white and delicate, as white as jade, as if there was no flaw in the slightest.

An ordinary medicine picker woman would not have such a pair of hands anyway, that is, the daughter of a wealthy family in the town, ten fingers do not touch the spring water all day long, and the only thing to do on weekdays is to take a needle and thread to make some female red, and a pair of hands will never look like this.

She had grown so big, and the only people she had seen with a pair of hands like Ling Chusi were the fairies who had come down from the top of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Are you the fairy on Jungnan Mountain?" The medicine picking woman looked at Ling Chusi's delicate face and said with envy and gratitude.

"Fairy?" Ling Chusi blinked, only thinking that compared with those people who spread rumors everywhere in the rivers and lakes a year ago, and always called her "old witch", the villagers at the foot of Qinling Mountain are really too simple, a few days ago there were people who called themselves "mountain ghosts", and today they were called fairies again, although it is useless, but it feels like they will be in a good mood!

Ling Chusi was about to say with a smile: "I'm not a fairy!" I heard this medicine picking woman whisper with a little longing and loss: "On the emperor stepping peak of Zhongnan Mountain, it is the world-famous Cihang Jingzhai. ”

Hearing this, the smile on Ling Chusi's face was stunned for a moment.

As for the injured herb-picking woman before, even though there were some red blood stains on the coarse cloth trousers on her legs, she seemed to have forgotten all about this qiē, and only left her full longing for Cihang Jingzhai, "When I sent fresh vegetables to the fairies with my mother, I was fortunate enough to go in once......"

The corners of Ling Chusi's mouth twitched slightly, she knew that Zhongnan Mountain in the middle of the Qinling Mountains was formerly called Taiyi Mountain in the Zhou Dynasty, and it was the birthplace of Taoism, but she really didn't know that Cihang Jingzhai originally built the sect on the top of Zhongnan Mountain, and also renamed the original peak of the family to Emperor Peak......

Speaking of which, a year ago, she listened to a lot of stories about Cihang Jingzhai in the restaurant teahouse, especially those rumors involving rumors about the rivers and lakes, first between Fan Qinghui and "Heavenly Knife" Song Que when they were young, and the past was cut and messed up, but the result was that it was possible to inherit the Bixiu heart of Cihang Jingzhai Zhai One of the "sacrifice to feed demons", and the "evil king" Shi Zhixuan fell in love at first sight, and the two even gave birth to a daughter, named Shi Qingxuan.

--I don't know if Ji Xiaobai, who has a deep hatred with Shi Zhixuan, succeeded after hitting Bi Xiuxin and Shi Qingxuan's mother and daughter.

Retracting his complicated thoughts, Ling Chusi's gaze fell on the lap of the woman who was picking medicine, and he stood up and asked in an elegant voice, "Where is your home, can you still stand up and walk?" ”

The woman who picked the medicine just wanted to speak, but her eyes were suddenly stunned.

Ling Chusi also instantly felt that someone was coming not far behind him, and when he turned to look over, he saw a beautiful woman in pure white clothes, with a fluttering posture and an elegant temperament, coming slowly. She was still holding a swaddling baby in her arms, which appeared to be a newborn baby.

"Brahma, Brahman." The woman who picked the medicine was too excited, and her speech was a little intermittent.

Ling Chusi had a change of heart, and the Lord of Fanzhai ...... The legendary Fan Qinghui of Cihang Jingzhai?

Fan Qinghui looked at the injured leg of the medicine picker with concern in her eyes, and her voice was as elegant as an orchid, "Qingmei, are you injured?" Come back with me, I'll ask my disciple to inform your mother, and then go home when you're healed. ”

Li Qingmei nodded, and hurriedly agreed, "Lord Xie Fanzhai." ”

Fan Qinghui then turned to Ling Chusi, who was standing aside, and after seeing her exquisite appearance and temperament, she was slightly stunned, and it just so happened that the fat squirrel who was staying in the bamboo basket behind Ling Chusi and also carrying a small bamboo basket was holding a pine cone and curiously poked her head out of Ling Chusi's shoulder, looking quite pure and cute.

Fan Qinghui couldn't help but smile slightly, hugged the baby in her arms, and asked softly, "Who are you?" ”

Li Qingmei hurriedly explained: "Lord Fanzhai, this little sister is also the one who went up the mountain to collect medicine, and she has been helping me just now after I was injured. ”

This woman has an outstanding temperament, a beautiful appearance, and a pure heart......

Fan Qinghui nodded secretly in her heart, looking at the appearance of Ling Chusi's seven or eight-year-old girl, if she had met her a few years earlier and was included in Cihang Jingzhai, she would be a good seedling to practice Cihang's Sword Codex, however, if you practice martial arts at this age now, even if your talent is extraordinary, but the innate true qi of a child has been dispersed, it is a little late......

Although there were some regrets, Fan Qinghui still smiled slightly and said softly: "Are you willing to worship me as a teacher and follow me to practice the way of the sword code on the Emperor's Peak?" ”