"Even if it's a golden sore medicine, the reconciliation method on this is too difficult......

The sun is no longer hot, the setting sun is gradually sinking into the horizon, but a certain teenager under the tree is sweating from overthinking.

Staring at the prescriptions on the "Pharmacopoeia" that needed to be reconciled on the spot, Guichen put out a row of pharmaceutical utensils under the big tree, but he couldn't find the key medicine anyway.

"The root of ephedra...... Born in the grass under the tree, the leaves and branches are as small as broad beans, the taproot is purple, and you need to be careful when you pull it out...... "Guichen read the words that he had already mastered by heart, and felt that his head was big.

Looking for medicinal herbs from the grass that are as small as broad beans on the ground and break as soon as they are pulled out, is this prescription deliberately asking people for trouble?

Guichen stared at the big tree and the weeds that he had pulled out a large area of weeds, and he had a splitting headache.

"I think that's probably it."

However, at this time, the woman's cool and idle voice came from behind him, and Guichen turned around and saw the girl who was sitting on the tree enjoying the sunset sliding down the tree and walking towards him.

When passing a tree on the side of the road, Ying Baoyue bent down and reached into a tuft of grass.

She picked up a bean-shaped object from the grass, and there was a long string of roots trailing underneath it, and she did it in a way that didn't hurt the taproot.

Ying Baoyue handed the root system of the plant in her hand to the boy under the tree.

"I think it would be better to put this herb at the end."

Guichen put it into the medicine bowl with half a doubt.

A quarter of an hour later.

He stared at the finished product.

"It's done."

The purple plaster flowed through his fingertips, a color he had never had before before that was close to the color described in the book.

"That's great, congratulations." The girl who sat beside him and played with the grass smiled and spoke.

He wasn't the one to congratulate.

He wasn't the one who found the root of ephedra.

He had been looking for medicinal materials that he hadn't found for so long, and this girl really picked them up as soon as he stretched out his hand.

It's one thing to know herbs, it's another to find them. Guichen is hard to accept and can't believe it, is it really a mistake?

"How do you know where the ephedra root is? Haven't you lost your memory? ”

Guichen turned his head sharply and looked at the side face of the girl next to him.

"I don't know." Ying Baoyue gently touched the fluffy leaves, considered the explanation, and smiled.

"I don't know if you can understand that." She paused, "I feel as if I can understand them." ”

They? Grass?

If it's an animal, forget it, the first time I saw Guichen say that he could understand grass talking.

This is more divine than those who pretend to be divine sticks, and the young man can only squeeze a sentence out of his teeth for a long time.

"You've got a problem with your brain, right? "Compared to this strange explanation, Guichen would rather believe that she had just stumbled into it by mistake.

Well, it must have been a mistake.

It doesn't seem right to say that, Ying Baoyue groaned, after all, she is currently an amnesiac girl, and it seems that there is still a tree in her head.

I can't say it's completely fine.

This man still doesn't deny it...... This made Guichen's heart feel more and more speechless.

"I was joking just now, you forgot, anyway, thanks to your help today." Guichen stood up as he put the ointment into the porcelain bottle.

"Anyway, it seems that you are still very talented in pharmaceuticals." Guichen glanced at the girl next to him who didn't realize what he had done at all, and couldn't help but ask.

"You're really not from the Northern Cold Pavilion, aren't you from the Holy Maiden's sect?"

"It's not." Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank, and she looked up at Guichen with a smile, denying it again.

"Really not? Aren't you all amnesia? Still so sure? Guichen said suspiciously.

After all, a woman who knows the pharmacopoeia well and is interested in cultivation can't think of anything else except for the Holy Maiden of the Beihan Pavilion.

"Even if I have amnesia, I'm sure." Ying Baoyue categorically denied it.

She really didn't want to have anything to do with that Holy Maiden.

That's right, Holy Maiden.

Ying Baoyue really never thought that eight years after her master, Lin Shubai, was detained as a generation of demon girls, there would be a saint on the Shanhai Continent.

Ying Baoyue has no interest in the so-called name of the Holy Maiden, but the problem is that Her Royal Highness, who has never known her in her life, is the author of the "Pharmacopoeia" known to women and children on the Shanhai Continent.

It's really interesting.

In fact, back then, the original compiler of the book "Pharmacopoeia" was a certain great priest, and after the unification of the empire, a certain national teacher was interested in receiving an errand from Emperor Taizu to compile prescriptions and cultivate junior cultivators.

This is the past and present life of the birth of the Pharmacopoeia.

It's just that because of the special identities of her and her master in her previous life, she was worried that this medical book would be mythologized, so she chose to be anonymous when it was made public.

But he didn't expect that many years later, it was not only stolen, but also used as a practice textbook.

However, in fact, Ying Baoyue was not sure if she could help people get started with cultivation, because she was ...... back then

"I don't know if this medicine will work", looking at the ointment in his hand that was not made with great difficulty and was not all on his own strength, Guichen suddenly punched the tree, "If only I were a natural cultivator!" ”

Then there is no need to be so troublesome and painful at all!

A natural practitioner.

Ying Baoyue also happened to think of this, and her heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

On the Shanhai Continent, there are actually two ways for low-level cultivators to be born.

One is practiced by ordinary people, while the other is actually inherited through parents.

That's right, practitioners can also be born.

The most recent example in front of me is Chu Ji.

However, the conditions for the birth of a natural cultivator are extremely harsh, first of all, both parents must be at least a middle and high level cultivator above level six, and secondly, even if a natural cultivator is born with a level, most of them are level ten, level nine is very rare, and level eight is even less known.

Innate cultivators of rank seven and above are rare in the world.

Ying Baoyue's wrist ached violently, and she looked down at her palm.

Each time her memory regained, the scar on her wrist became more and more painful.

And at this time, she finally remembered why she didn't remember the cultivation method of the low-level entry.

Because Shao Si ordered Lin Baoyue to be a natural cultivator.

And it was a cultivator who shocked the entire cultivation world back then, and was abandoned in the forest by his parents who were ordinary people because he was born psychic.

……

……

"What's wrong with you?" Guichen, who was originally emotional, calmed down when he looked at the girl who was suddenly stunned next to him, and asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, it's getting dark, let's go back." Ying Baoyue came back to her senses and said.

"Okay," Guichen put away his utensils and stepped onto the medicine basket, and the two walked side by side towards the way down the mountain.

"Speaking of which, the pharmacopoeia calls the evening the time of the devil, and legend has it that many rare medicinal materials will appear inexplicably at this time." On the way down the mountain, Guichen said while looking around.

"Yes, there is such a saying," Ying Baoyue looked at the young man with a face full of eagerness, and felt helpless, this was just a legend she wrote down casually back then.

However, rare medicinal herbs are fake, and some delicious plants that only bloom in the evening are real.

Ying Baoyue was attracted by a cluster of fiery red flowers on the side of the road, "Guichen, you wait, I want to pick some of this ......"

Ying Baoyue didn't look back and said hello to Guichen and walked to the side of the road, but at this time, she didn't notice the young man walking in the other direction next to her.

Guichen looked at the cyan lotus flower that glowed faintly in the twilight on the edge of the cliff in the distance, and couldn't believe his eyes.

"God, it's actually a green tie lotus......

It was an elixir that could be used to kill the flesh and bones of the living dead!

Before Guichen could finish saying this, he immediately pulled out his legs and ran, stretching out his hand towards the flower!

This flower is legendarily fleeting!

"Qing Tielian?" Ying Baoyue, who was standing in front of the burnt taro bushes, suddenly turned back when she heard the words!

How could there be a green iron lotus in such a place?

There was an extremely subtle sound in my ears.

Oops!

At the same time as she heard this, she quickly turned around and ran in the direction of Guichen!

There was nothing else in the eyes of the young man who was running all the way towards the edge of the cliff, but just as his fingertips were about to touch that touch the blue color, a huge roar came, and the cliff under his feet actually shattered in an instant!

"Return!"

The breath of death came, and the figure of the boy was drowned in the sky-high dust.

In a violent sense of weightlessness and a certain despair, Guichen felt himself fall into the abyss, carrying his arms stretched out in vain.

Ah, I'm going to fall to death in a place like this.

There is no place to die.

And yet the next moment.

With the sound of bones cracking, his body stopped.

Guichen raised his head in a daze.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

There is a warm liquid.

Dripping on his face.

It's human blood.

Whose blood?