There is not much furniture in the old man's house, there is a wooden table and four benches in the center, and there is an old counter next to the corner with wine bottles, wine glasses, teapots and other things.

In the first room that entered the door, there was only this little thing, and there was nothing else, which seemed very poor.

Seeing Wang San and the two of them sitting down, the old man looked very happy, hurriedly lifted the teapot on the counter, and staggered to the back door: "Wait a minute, the old man will go to boil water to make tea, it will be good for a while, it will be good for a while, hehe!" ”

Wang San sat at the table, took out twenty low-grade spirit stones, and said: "Brother Zhang, junior brother is going to a far place this time, you can go back by yourself when you catch Ming'er, you can accept these spirit stones, and you should not have to worry about it for the rest of your life." ”

Seeing the spirit stone, Zhang Daoyuan's eyes were calm, and he unceremoniously accepted it into his arms, along the way, Zhang Daoyuan thought a lot, and knew that Wang San at this time was no longer what it used to be, and staying by his side not only could not help much, but also was likely to become a burden.

In less than half a column of incense, a fresh fragrance came from the back door, and the old man slowly walked into the house with a teapot, set up the teacups, and helped them fill the tea.

The tea is sweet and light yellow, the tea leaves are green, and the aroma is pleasant, Wang San has not drunk such a good tea for a long time, so he couldn't help but drink two more cups.

But just after drinking, Wang San suddenly felt that something was wrong, and after the tea was in his stomach, it turned into a rich aura, like a trickle, constantly swimming in the stomach.

Because this aura came very abruptly, Wang San couldn't tell the good from the bad for a while, so he didn't dare to absorb and refine it lightly, so he could only let it pass through his stomach.

After a few breaths, Wang San's divine sense looked inward, and at this time, there had been earth-shaking changes in his body, but wherever the tea passed, the inner wall of the stomach and intestines was covered with a faint layer of spiritual light, which looked like crystal.

Wang San checked it carefully, and felt that there was nothing unusual, and Zhang Daoyuan was after drinking tea. It doesn't seem to be wrong, and I can't help but be secretly surprised.

Lifting the teapot, Wang San poured himself another cup, turned around and took out the Jiaojiao with the old man on his back. Chuanyin asked, "Senior Mei, you release your divine sense to take a look, what kind of tea is in my hand?" ”

Mei Changyun poked out the horns of the Jiaojiao, observed it carefully for a while, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Good boy." You're so lucky, what kind of tea is this! This is the dust washing grass, you quickly ask the old woman where she found it. ”

Dust washing grass is a very precious spiritual grass, shaped like mosquito grass, the rhizome is short, the leaves are pinned, the top has small leaves, and it is green all year round. The only difference is that the weeds never bloom.

It is precisely because there is not much difference between dust washing grass and mosquito grass that it is very difficult to find. Even if you use your divine sense, it's hard to tell.

Dust washing grass has no effect on mortals, but for monks, it is a very rare elixir, long-term drinking, not only can cleanse the stomach, over time, but also form a protective layer in the body, playing a miraculous effect of avoiding obscurity and driving away poison.

Wang San put away the Jiaojiao, turned around and asked, "Old man, do you still have this kind of tea?" I feel good drinking it and want to buy you some. ”

"Hehe, what to buy, if you want it. Catch Ming'er up the mountain and help you pick it, as much as you want. ”

Wang Sanyi was secretly happy in his heart when he heard this, so he took out a piece of silver, stuffed it into the old man's hand, and said, "That's great." You always accept this money, and when the morning dawns, I will personally accompany you up the mountain to pick. ”

"Ouch! Where can I use so much money, too much. The old man's mouth was polite, but his hand was tight, and he never let go, and after a few polite words, he finally stuffed the silver into his arms.

Early the next morning, Zhang Daoyuan drove the carriage back to Qingfeng City, while Wang San carried a bamboo basket and accompanied the old woman up the mountain to find the dust grass.

Xinglong Town was surrounded by low hills, with fruit trees and wheat fields in between, and the old man walked tremblingly for a long time before he walked through, and led Wang San to the foot of a steep mountain.

"This peak is called a finger peak, and it is the highest within a radius of 100 miles, and the old body has been up when he was young. Objective, please come with me. ”

The red sun slowly rose in the early morning, Wang San looked up, and the shape of the peak was like its name, as if a huge finger emerged from the ground, standing alone on the flat earth.

The whole Yizhi Peak is bare limestone, only at the foot of the peak there are some green weeds, which should be the place where the dust washing grass grows.

After a while, the two arrived at their destination. Wang San was dumbfounded when he saw it, and saw that the peak of his finger was full of dust-washing grass, and there were countless of them.

The breeze blows and the air with a light fragrance blows in front of you, which is refreshing. A trace of mist slowly rose, converging high in the sky and winding around the peak, and birds chirping happily and gently passing overhead.

"Old man, let me help you." Seeing so much dust-washing grass, Wang San really couldn't help it, and wanted to reach out and pick it as he spoke.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Wang San suddenly felt a chill on his back, and an inexplicable chill arose, as if someone was staring at him behind him.

Wang San turned his head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw a middle-aged man standing on a rock not far behind him.

After carefully looking at the middle-aged man's eyes, Wang San couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart, he had never seen anyone on the way, where did this person come from?

There was a strange aura on the middle-aged man's body, and under the exploration of his divine sense, he couldn't see through the other party's dantian at all, nor could he feel the true yuan fluctuations in his body, and he looked like a mortal.

However, all cultivators, as long as they have not practiced the secret art of concealment cultivation, will have more or less aura fluctuations in their bodies, so there is no need to use the Qi Hope Technique, and they can judge the identity of the other party with just a probe of the divine sense.

Wang San couldn't see through the middle-aged man, and there were only two explanations, one was that this person had a secret technique, which blocked his divine sense detection, and the other was that the other party's cultivation was too high, far beyond the scope of detection.

Thinking of this, Wang San clasped his fists with both hands, and said, "Under Wang Hu, I don't know what to call this fellow Daoist?" ”

"Wang Hu?" The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, as if he had heard this name somewhere, and whispered it several times in his mouth, and this time he opened his mouth and said: "Wang Daoyou is fortunate to be in Zhenqing, but he is a loose cultivator, just passing by here, and seeing that Daoyou was accompanied by an old man, he felt a little curious, so he ran over to take a look, there was no malice, and I hope that Wang Daoyou will not misunderstand." ”

Loose cultivation is a monk who has no sect and no sect, and the qualifications of this kind of person are generally very mediocre, and the cultivation sect does not look down on it, and completely relies on their own chances to embark on the path of cultivation.

However, if a casual cultivator can break through the foundation building period, his strength is often much stronger than that of a monk of the same level. If it reaches the stage of knotting, it will be even more powerful, because this kind of monks are decisive in killing due to the environment, and they know the way to survive. (To be continued.) )