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Seeing this, Xuan Jing smiled slightly, reached out and took out a bag of silver in his sleeve, about twenty or thirty taels, handed it to the little beggar and said: "Little brother, you have taken these silver coins, and in the future, you will make a living in this city, don't steal other people's things, okay!" ”

This bag of silver is also a huge amount of money for an ordinary family, and it is more than enough to rent a store and open a shop to do business, but Xuan Jing just gave it to a beggar on the street, Mo said that the beggar was the owner of the bun shop, and his chin was about to fall to the ground, wondering if this boy had burned out his brain, and he had no money to spend?

Xuan Jing said and gave his name to the little beggar again, "This is my name post, if you have any difficulties, you can come to the East View Garden to find me, but I shouldn't stay in Simiao County for a long time, at most half a year." ”

The little beggar took the silver bag and the famous thorn blankly, and felt strange in his heart, and secretly said that the son in front of him was sick in the brain, and he had to give himself money to eat buns, could it be that the hospitals in Simiao County had been closed recently, and there was nowhere to treat this person's illness?

Xuan Jing saw that it was not early outside, stood up and arched his hand: "Little brother, it's not early, let's leave it at that!" ”

The little beggar was stunned, "Didn't you say you had something to ask me?" ”

"If I don't say that, can you stay and eat buns?" Xuan Jing smiled slightly, raised his feet and walked out the door.

At this time, the little beggar hesitated behind him for a long time, and suddenly said, "Son, please stay!" ”

Xuan Jing stopped slightly, turned his head and asked, "What else is the matter with the little brother?" ”

The little beggar also took out a cloth bag from his arms, which looked dirty and wrinkled, "I don't know Gongzi before, and I feel uneasy because of Gongzi's gift of food and money." As he spoke, he handed over the cloth bag in his hand, "This is my family heirloom, and it is also worth some money, so give it to my son, the descendants of our Sun family never owe favors to others." ”

Xuan Jing was stunned for a moment, and said with a busy smile: "Little brother, it's just to see you fall in love and help each other, it's not a kindness, since this thing is your family heirloom, you better put it away quickly, so as not to lose it." ”

The little beggar insisted on not wanting it, insisting on Xuan Jing's subordinates, Xuan Jing couldn't and didn't want to push and shove with a beggar on this street, so he could only accept it.

The little beggar was happy when he saw that Xuan Jing was willing to accept his things, and a smile appeared on his dark face, but a small face was too dirty, only two rows of teeth were crystal clear, and they were very neat and beautiful.

"Childe, you can take this thorn back, our Sun family never comes to ask for help!"

The little beggar said, handing back Xuanjing's famous thorn with both hands, Xuanjing had heard the little beggar say the Sun family twice at this time, and secretly wondered in his heart, but since he took someone else's heirloom, how could he take back the famous thorn, he could only try his best to refuse, between the two pushing, the thorn fell to the ground, and the little beggar exclaimed "Ah", you know, it is very impolite to drop someone else's name on the ground.

The little beggar was a little panicked, hurriedly picked up the famous thorn, wiped it vigorously with his sleeve, and was about to return it to Xuanjing, but accidentally saw the name of the master written on the famous thorn "Huangzhou, Jingxuan".

The little beggar: "Huh! He looked very surprised, seemed to be a little excited, and asked in a trembling voice, "Childe...... Is Childe Jing Xuan? ”

Xuan Jing was a little confused, but he still nodded and said, "Yes!" I'm Jing Xuan, what, do you know me? ”

The little beggar was so excited that he knelt on the ground with a "poof", kowtowed and said, "Prince Jingxuan is my father-in-law, please accept my worship!" ”

This frightened Xuan Jing, and he said that he had only been in Simiao County for a few days, and what kindness could he give to this little beggar.

But now that they are on the street, they can't talk to this beggar about long and short, and many people around them have already cast strange glances at them.

Xuan Jing's nose wrinkled, the familiar smell just now floated up again, and it was even stronger, Xuan Jing felt a little strange in his heart, his nose twitched, but he found that the smell came from himself, he looked up and down, and finally found the source, it turned out to be the smell in the cloth bag that the little beggar gave him.

Xuan Jing hurriedly opened the cloth bag, and the same familiar thing was in front of him, the Phantom Grass, and the same as the one in the Medicine King Valley, it was also a nine-leaf high-grade Phantom Grass.

In fact, when the little beggar ran past him at the beginning, Xuan Jing asked about the faint bitter taste on the other party's body, the unique taste of shadow grass, at that time, Xuan Jing was just wondering, how could a beggar have the smell of herbs, so he took action to restrain the other party.

Later, after a closer look, I found that the other party was a girl, although Xuan Jing had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't want to do anything to the little beggar in front of him, not to mention that he had already found the shadow grass, but he saw that this girl was pitiful, so he gave some money, hoping that she could live a good life in the future.

Who knew that this girl was an ambitious child, only twenty or thirty taels of silver, and actually asked her to give the shadow grass to herself, didn't this child know the value of the shadow grass?

Just now this child said that her surname is Sun, what does it have to do with Yaowanggu, and her hexagram said that she will meet someone in the next two days, will it be this little beggar.

Xuan Jing didn't have time to think about it one by one, but he felt that this little beggar had a lot of secrets, but it was not convenient to ask now, so Xuan Jing lowered his voice while helping the little beggar and said, "Little brother, this is not the place to talk, are you willing to go to my house with me?" I'm not a bad person, I won't hurt you, can you trust me? ”

The little beggar looked directly at Xuan Jing with a pair of bright eyes, nodded vigorously, Xuan Jing smiled slightly, reached out and took the little beggar's hand, and the two walked side by side, going straight to the direction of Jingyuan.

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"Little brother, the value of this Phantom Grass is too precious, I can't take it, not to mention that I already have a Phantom Grass, and now I want your one, it's useless." Xuan Jing was in the back hall of Jingyuan and said to the little beggar in front of him.

"Childe, how can the friendship between people be measured by money, today Childe is not dirty and rude on the street, sitting at the same table with me, and giving me great gifts, what is this mere herb?"

Although the little beggar was dirty, his words were clear and clear, and he was not inferior to the children of ordinary ministers' families.

The little beggar suddenly said again: "Childe said that he has asked for a shadow grass, can you show it to me?" ”

Xuan Jing wondered in his heart, could it be that the Shadow Grass in the Medicine King Valley was still fake? Let Ziyue fetch her own shadow grass right now.

The little beggar took Xuanjing's herb, opened the box and looked at it carefully under the lamp for a moment, then took out the herb, sniffed it carefully in front of his nose, and finally took out a silver needle from his sleeve, gently punctured the herb rhizome, took a little juice, and tasted it on the tip of his tongue.

"Childe, where did this herb come from?" The little beggar asked.

Although Xuan Jing didn't know what the other party meant, he still said honestly: "I exchanged Xiao Huan Dan from the Medicine King Valley." ”

The little beggar nodded and said, "A few days ago, it was rumored in the city that Prince Jingxuan replaced a Phantom Grass in the Medicine King Valley with a bottle of Xiao Huan Dan and Dan Fang, and it seems that this is indeed the case. ”

Xuan Jing was curious at this time: "What, is this herb fake?" In his heart, he thought that it was impossible, in addition to letting Bai Lie inspect this herb, he also took it to the county lord's mansion to find the old pharmacist in Shennong Hall for many years to check, and it was said that it was genuine Nine-Leaf Phantom Grass, how could it be fake?

The little beggar shook his head and said, "Childe, the medicine is not fake, but it can't be said to be true!" ”

Xuan Jing frowned slightly, puzzled: "What does this mean?" ”

"This Phantom Grass is now produced by a unique family in the Medicine King Valley, so it is extremely precious, and in this Phantom Grass, the Nine-Leaf Phantom Shadow is even more powerful, unparalleled in the world, Childe wants this medicine, and it has always been Childe's secret magician friend, who is seriously ill and needs Shadow Grass to cure the disease, right?" The little beggar said.

"Exactly!" Xuan Jing exclaimed in his heart, this little beggar seems to have extraordinary knowledge!

"Childe, the Phantom Grass is only produced by the Medicine King Valley in the world, so the average medicinal material appraisal master may not have seen this thing in his life, so the authenticity of this medicinal material is not the final word of the Medicine King Valley, the Phantom Grass in Childe's hand is cut from the branches and leaves of the real Phantom Grass, and then grafted on a herb called 'Fuying'."

"Grafted?" Xuan Jing was a little incredulous.

"Exactly, that's why I said, Childe's shadow grass can neither be said to be true nor fake, Childe, you see, the nine leaves of this shadow grass, at the root of the branches and leaves, you can still vaguely see the original grafted incision."

Xuan Jing took his own shadow grass and looked at it carefully, sure enough, there were subtle incisions on the leaves and the main stem, this incision was extremely exquisite, unless ordinary people were very proficient in this way, they would definitely think that it was just a natural growth pattern, but this grafted person was a little too smart, and it was reasonable to say that there were such growth lines on one leaf, but the nine leaves were all the same lines, wouldn't it be too clever to calculate?

Xuan Jing listened to the little beggar's words, and already believed in his heart that the Phantom Grass that Medicine King Gu gave him was a fake, and he only hated that he was still inexperienced, and he was actually deceived by Medicine King Valley's methods!

Seeing Xuanjing's depressed expression, the little beggar hurriedly said: "Childe, don't be sad, although your Phantom Grass is grafted, it still has some medicinal power after all, and the effect of the real Phantom Herb is not very different, even if it is sold on the rivers and lakes, no one can see the slightest flaw, which is why the Medicine King Valley dares to trade this kind of goods on the rivers and lakes." (To be continued.) )