Xiao Jiu walked around the street for an afternoon, and his knowledge increased a lot.

The shops on this street traded the same things as I usually knew from my fellow workers, which were ordinary mortal goods. Although some of them are more bizarre, they are not beyond the eccentric shops like Lai Kee.

What really shocked Xiao Jiu was that he saw the power of the spirit bead with his own eyes.

In a ready-to-wear store, Xiao Jiu thought that he only had this one outward dress, and he was ready to choose another set.

When I entered the store, there were already two groups of customers: one was a pair of young men and women, the woman was delicate and the man was handsome, and you and I were full of affection; The other group was a slightly older woman, with no features.

Both groups of people fell in love with a set of women's clothes that looked complex and extravagant. In the confrontation between the two sides, they do not give in to each other. The price of the garment rose from a hundred taels of silver to eight hundred taels of silver, and they quarreled with each other.

Eventually, the slightly older woman took out a spirit bead, and the owner of the shop immediately turned around with a happy face. Clothes naturally have a home.

The play is not over here.

The little girl threw herself at the man on the spot, shouting, 'How useless and disgraceful a man who doesn't have a single orb.'

The man's face was swollen and red, and he watched the woman talk more and more, and his eyes slapped the woman's face.

The woman immediately screamed, and said, 'You dare to hit me, my nephew was found to be a three-spirit root two years ago, and I will tell my father when I go back, our marriage has been blown!' And he ran out.

The man's face suddenly turned anxious, and he chased after him、、、、、、

The spirit bead is converted to five hundred taels of silver, but in this Anyang City, eight hundred taels of silver is not comparable to the power of one spirit bead!

When he returned to the house, it was already dusk, and Xiao Jiu was lying on the bed with a lot of thoughts, and he didn't wake up until Chunhong entered the house.

Unlike usual, Chunhong came back today with a big basket on her back.

Xiao Jiu looked at her back basket with some doubts, but she had more things to pay attention to, looked at Chunhong and immediately asked, "Did you see the senior of the immortal cultivator today?" What do you think? ”

Chunhong ignored Xiao Jiu's curiosity, and after removing the basket on her back and putting it away, she said casually: "What's the matter, I'm tired today, don't bother me!" ”

"I'm tired, so I have to take a sip of tea first." Xiao Jiu said with a handheld pot and a cup in the other, and the tea soup was clear and gurgling.

Chunhong looked at Xiao Jiu on the side, and even poured tea without any abrupt movements, and said suspiciously: "Why do you pay attention to every move in your life?" ”

"Well、、、 didn't I know how to speak before, so I might be a little more careful about that." She is the daughter of a family, these are very basic and natural cultivation, Xiao Jiu didn't realize that she was actually different from the daughters of the Wang family.

This question is not easy to answer, Xiao Jiu's eyes swept over the back basket that Chunhong had back, which was full of herbs and was filled with herbs. So she quickly changed the topic and asked, "You can still collect the elixir yourself by following your predecessors to take care of it?" ”

"Say what? Which of your eyes saw that there was an elixir, these are the weeds in the medicine garden, I am on the first day of work today, many elixirs do not know, and the elixir is expensive and not I can spoil it, my predecessors asked me to choose some weeds every day and come back to recognize them clearly, and I will not pull out the elixir according to these in the future. ”

Xiao Jiu looked at those things that were said to be weeds, ginseng, gastrodia, bupleurum, tongcao, licorice、、、、、、 these medicinal herbs were really weeds? But since the Li family's immortal cultivators all said yes, and Chunhong, who had always had some knowledge, did not express doubts, it must be true that it was not regarded as a medicinal herb in this world.

"Eh, Chunhong, how are people treated when they get sick in your original village?" Xiao Jiu was quietly tempted.

"Ordinary minor ailments, it won't take long for me to get better; If you are seriously ill, if you can find the dregs of the pill, you will naturally be able to live, but if you can't find it, you will have to resign yourself to fate. Why don't you even know this? ”

Chunhong was a little puzzled about Xiao Jiu, and heard her say that she grew up in the mountains, and she didn't know what kind of mountains she could not even know this basic common sense.

"Didn't I always live in the mountains before, and I haven't seen many people, so I don't know."

Xiao Jiu remembered that before she cultivated, Grandma let her soak in a medicinal bath for several years, making her body much more energetic and endurant than children of the same age, before she began to cultivate.

And the aura of this world is much stronger, that is, any place in Anyang City can reach the level of the periphery of the main peak of Buzhou Mountain, but I don't know what the reason is, at that time, I was refining qi at the second layer before I could barely be able to move around the periphery of the main peak.

And now I don't have a cultivation, but I don't feel uncomfortable at such a concentration of aura, it seems that it's not just the reason for the richness of aura.

Whether it is born under such a concentration of spiritual energy, the people of this world can cultivate immediately as long as they have spiritual roots and exercises, and they don't need to take a medicinal bath like themselves. Thinking about it this way, it may be that the physical strength of the mortals in this world is higher than that of the people in their own world, and the repair power is so strong that they can even do without the profession of a doctor.

"By the way, what is the dregs of the pill?" Xiao Jiu continued to ask.

"The dregs of the pill are the residues left behind by the immortal cultivators who know how to refine the pill after their alchemy fails, and it is the holy medicine for us mortals to heal our diseases and injuries." Chunhong and Xiao Jiu have been getting along for a month, and they feel that Xiao Jiu is a cool girl, and she is not hesitant to teach these general common senses.

"Chunhong, you know a lot." When Xiao Jiu first came to this world, he didn't know anything about the common sense here, and he usually relied on watching, listening, and thinking more to understand. Chunhong is her roommate, and she has a very good understanding of the immortal cultivation world. Xiao Jiu learned a lot of information about this world from her, and he would also compliment her in a timely manner.

"These don't know these for the savages you grew up in the mountains, and you see who in Anyang City doesn't know!" Chunhong began to glare at the person who looked carefree again!

"Hehe, do you have to pick these grasses every day?" Xiao Jiu didn't mind her tone either, and continued to ask.

"Not really! Because the elixir is expensive, especially those seedlings are even more stingy, at this time, pulling out the weeds around it is easy to affect its survival, and it is generally necessary to wait until the elixir grows to a certain extent and will not be affected by the growth state before pulling out the weeds around it. So after this batch of long-grown elixirs is pulled out of the weeds, I can stop and learn about the elixir first. ”

"Then bring me back the weeds you pull every day!"

"What do you want those weeds for?"

"Anyway, it's useless to you, you can bring it all back to me, so that I can know what kind of weeds grow around the elixir!"

Chunhong listened to Xiao Jiu's seemingly casual words, but she suddenly had a momentum that could not be refused, and her pretty face was full of sorrow: "It's all back, do you think I'm here to help you carry the grass?" ”

"Then you can take back the ones that are the best growing, on the one hand, you can easily identify them, and on the other hand, you can throw them to me after you have identified them, and you don't have to deal with them yourself."

"So I'm taking advantage? Forget it, for the sake of us being in the same room, I'll satisfy you once、、、、、、"

Chunhong is actually a little helpless with Xiao Jiu many times.

When the sky was dark, the candles in the house were not extinguished.

Xiao Jiu took the herbs that Chunhong had identified, and moved them to the window to dry、、、、、、

The next day, Master Huang, who received the cutter brought by Xiao Jiu, smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, and his attitude towards Xiao Jiu was even more like his own daughter, and when he heard that the money was not spent, not only did he not return it, but he also gave her a bag of silver, as if the silver was not money.

In addition, Xiao Jiu's plucking skills are extraordinary, she is not only fast, but all the birds that have been plucked by her hands do not need to pluck fine hair. It takes a lot of work off the bench for others.

So Xiao Jiu now not only has Master Huang's son to take care of, but this ability alone makes this group of people like it, and his life in the slaughterhouse is like a fish in water.

Chunhong saw a different scene. Every day when she returned to the house, she saw someone on the steps under the eaves, elegantly fiddling with the weeds she had brought back, some washed and dried and put away, some were made into paste, some were pinched into atoms、、、、、、 and some of them bought some porcelain vases that looked good at first glance.

Chunhong wanted to say that she was idle and could even play with weeds, but she saw that the person was attentive and serious. It made her think that she had brought something very remarkable, so she took the risk to ask the immortal cultivator if there was any other use for these grasses.

He was not reprimanded, but was glanced at as if he was looking at an idiot.

Ten days passed quickly.

Xiao Jiu took the ink-colored flute handed over by the old man, and was extremely happy in his heart, and went out of the store when the old man waved his hand, until his excitement calmed down a little, and then he remembered that he had not paid the old man yet.

He stopped for a long time, thinking of the old man's fly-like expression and the last time he gave the silver without even glancing at him, and continued to walk. Thinking about the strange old man, he didn't care about her reward.

Constantly looking at the ink-colored flute, the texture is smooth and harmonious. It's exactly the same as the appearance in his heart, and it's more upright than the ancient jade flute that his father collected and gave to him. Xiao Jiu couldn't put it down.

The flute is her favorite instrument, easy to carry and has a wide range!

On the way back, when he saw the beggar who was getting more and more ruined, Xiao Jiu, who was happy, threw the money bag containing thirty taels of silver over.

"I accidentally saved a lot of money today, and it also made you happy!"

Xiao Jiu walked away briskly, and the beggar picked up the money bag slowly and methodically, and did not open or throw it away.

A mile outside the slaughterhouse there was a slightly desolate hill, and on a round stone on the hill a young girl sat cross-legged on the flute and played:

The melodious sound of the flute lingers for a while, lingering and lingering, and the slightest thread is continuous, as if there is sadness and hesitation; After a while, it is long, high-pitched, hurried, jumping, melodic and passionate. It is as if the mind is open in a vast and vast place; It is like a cheerful and gorgeous dance, soothing, peaceful and graceful lyricism; is immersed in the artistic conception of birds and flowers or mountains and rivers、、、、、、

On the hills, the flowers bloom and the birds stop. In the sound of the jade flute, the originally slightly desolate hills seem to be injected with vitality, and the flowers, plants, birds and animals seem to be immersed in their own world, telling their own stories!

When Xiao Jiu stopped and opened his eyes, a seven or eight-year-old boy was intoxicated a long time away, and when he came back to his senses to see Xiao Jiu, his expression immediately turned into a look of arrogance. He asked with his face turned to the sky: "Which room are you the maid, what is your name, report it to Young Master Ben." ”

"Oh? Young Master of the newspaper, the little woman's name is Wang Jiu, and she plucked chicken feathers from the slaughterhouse! As he spoke, he stepped forward and patted the 'Young Master Ben' on the shoulder and staggered away.

I only heard the child behind him "hum" and ran away.

Xiao Jiu stopped, not because of the 'Young Master Ben', but thirty zhang in front of him, the familiar beggar was squatting under a slightly larger tree there, and its shape seemed to be a little better than when he saw it in the morning.

To be able to enter the back hill of the Li family without being discovered, I am afraid that it is not a simple person.

Xiao Jiu walked away quickly、、、、、、