At this time, Doctor Crane was collecting medicine in the mountain stream with his apprentice Little Mute, preparing to make offerings at the birthday ceremony of the wife of the War Emperor on the tenth day of the fifth month. Pinching his fingers and counting that there are less than ten days left in this day, Doctor Crane and the little apprentice are preparing to offer the Purple Spirit Guiyuan Pill to the wife of the Emperor of War, and they need to collect thousand-year-old ginseng as a medicine guide, with Bauhinia grass and a white toad hidden under a deep well that has not seen any sunlight for 70 years, as well as the termite king in the roots of the 10,000-year-old tree and the Guiyuan Pill made by melting the relic oil in secret, to make this Purple Spirit Guiyuan Pill.

In order to find these three things, Doctor Crane and his little apprentice crossed mountains and mountains, trekked through mountains and rivers, and found a rare thing in this world, redbud grass, on the cliff where no grass grows.

Doctor Crane: This bauhinia grass, if it is born in the bushes, it is fine, but if it is born on this cliff, it has a great origin, the bauhinia grass on the cliff is divided into two kinds, one is born on the lush cliff, and the other is born between the rocks of the cliff where no grass grows, you see this redbud, it absorbs all the nutrients around, so that the surrounding grass does not grow, and enjoys the essence of the sun and the moon alone, this is the most powerful redbud grass in the world.

The little mute looked at what the master said, and nodded again and again to take notes.

Doctor Crane: Little mute, if you see bracken and artemisia grass or something, you can pick some back, and let's eat wild vegetables in the evening.

Little Mute: Uh-huh!

Although the little mute was taken away by the master, in some moments, the little mute admired the master, not only believed in the master's words, but also maintained a family relationship with the master like father and son. The master has no children, more than sixty years and has never married, in this life he has accepted the little mute this apprentice, the little mute has followed the master since the age of four, until now, fifteen years have passed, the little mute has grown into a dark and strong young man, the master is gradually getting old, the little mute has a very complicated feelings for the master, he does not fully know the truth about the tongue to the emperor of war, but there is also a faint grudge in the heart of the master, although the master bought a big house on the way back to receive the reward, but the master is the only child, this huge house, in addition to the guys to live in a pharmacy, only live the master and apprentice, the little dumb blame the master, but he himself has enjoyed the blessings, followed by the light, and to this day the war is raging, and he can still survive in this acre and three points of land, and it is also thanks to the master's friendship with the war emperor that he can be preserved to this day.

Dr. Crane: Little mute, come and see!

Little Mute: Uh-huh!

The little mute looked at the traces of water waves in an abandoned old well, and the master called the little mute to hold up the big black umbrella he brought, blocking the wellhead from letting any light penetrate in, and slowly put down a shrinking cloth bag lamp tied up by fireflies along the wellhead, and the two little heads looked under the big black umbrella at the wellhead.

Dr. Tsuru: Look, isn't it?

Doctor Crane pointed to the white toad paddling below.

Little Mute: Woooooooo

Dr. Tsuru: I just don't know if it's been less than 70 years, so let's try my luck.

The little mute handed over the net, and the crane doctor opened the firefly cloth bag, and the fireflies illuminated the entire bottom of the well, and the white old toad ran out to eat the fireflies.

Finally, I found a white toad that had not seen the light of day for 70 years.

Doctor Crane: You see, the white toad that has not seen the slightest bit of sunlight for 70 years, because its skin has become white to a certain extent, so it grows extremely slowly, and the white skin that fades every ten years can be used as medicine.

Little Dumb: Hahaha

The little mute laughed excitedly.

Dr. Crane: Do you know how much this old toad can sell for?

The little mute shook his head.

Dr. Tsuru: That's it, you can change a carriage! The three-horse kind!

The little mute opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Doctor Crane: Eh, but we can't do that, if we let the world know that this thing has a price, we can find it, and soon this old toad will be extinct, and the things we offer are not rare, you know. Haha, I want to tell this Emperor of War that this thing is unique in the world, and the elixir that has been practiced can be regarded as a unique treasure in the world. You, learn more from me.

The little mute nodded. Suddenly, the little mute stared at the side with wide eyes, whining, pointing at the fluorescent float next to him, and opened his mouth in surprise and screamed. Doctor Crane put the old toad in a bamboo basket and sealed it, and glanced back at the little mute, stunned by the direction of the little mute's finger, a floating creature he had never seen before.

Dr. Crane: I've lived for 60 years, and I've never seen anything like this, it's shaped like a jellyfish, but this thing has rabbit ears on the top of its head, and they float up and down, and their ears go up and down, and they are all golden-green, and they are fluorescent, no, they change color, and now they are purple again, what a cute little thing.

The little mute watched fascinated. These little cuties are the size of a palm, and from a distance, there are about forty or fifty of them, dotted in this mountain stream, like guardians of the creatures of this land.

Dr. Tsuru: Not good.

The cuties suddenly turned red and let out piercing high-frequency screams. Knocked Dr. Crane and the little mute to their knees. The little mute screamed in pain. The bamboo basket that Dr. Crane was holding in his hand knocked over to the ground, and the old white toad took the opportunity to escape.

Doctor Crane: Little mute, quick!

Doctor Crane pointed to the direction in which the old white toad had fled, and quickly let the little mute pounce, and the little mute ran forward with a brisk step and threw the old toad in his arms.

Dr. Tsuru: Caught it!

The little mute looked under his chest, where a white, slippery object was pressed under him.

Little Mute: Uh-huh!

The little mute nodded with confidence.

Dr. Crane: This thing is so noisy, plug your ears quickly!

The little mute took out some waste straw paper from his body, blocked his ears, grabbed the old toad and handed it to the master to block his ears. They were finally able to stand up, and the little mute grabbed the old toad with one hand and covered his ears with the other. The master opened the bamboo basket and prepared to put the old toad into the basket.

Dr. Tsuru: How did you die?

Little Mute: Me, me, me!

The little mute watched as the old toad in his hand began to change color, the white skin gradually turned into a jet-black color, and the slippery liquid became more and more on his hand, falling to the grass.

Doctor Tsuru: Why did you crush it to death?

The little mute said that he didn't mean it, and Dr. Crane hurriedly put the old toad back into the bamboo basket. The sound waves emitted by the cuties are getting louder and louder.

Dr. Crane: It's too noisy, so let's get out of here.

The little mute wiped the mucus on his hands on his pants, covered his ears and quickly ran away with the master.

The group of color-changing cuties continued to levitate in the air, and the cacophony disappeared after a while, and they also turned back to fluorescent purple, only the drop of old toad slime that had just fallen into the grass had a highly poisonous effect, and the whole grass was black and withered.

Doctor He: Little mute, you go ahead to explore the way, the master can't walk.

The little mute nodded.

The little mute finally found an old tree root, and he didn't know if there was a termite king in it, so he hurriedly ran to call the master.

Little Dumb: Uh-uh, eh!

The little mute gestured to an old tree root the size of a three-person hug, saying that there might be a termite king in it that the master was looking for.

Dr. Tsuru: Then just look for it!

Dr. Crane got up and found himself a little dizzy, as if he was drunk.

Dr. Tsuru: I'm getting older, and I'm a little wheezing when I climb the mountain.

The little mute was about to support the master, but he didn't expect the master to push the little mute away. The blushing master really looked like he had drunk wine.

Master He: I don't want your help, how can the master be so weak.

The little mute looked at the master's stumbling steps, and wondered in his heart, could it be that the master had just taken him away and was secretly drinking?

Master Crane: Have you arrived? Why is it so far?

Master Crane staggered to an old tree root as if he were a sign of alcoholism.

Little Mute: You, you, you.

The little mute pointed to the master's face and asked if the master had just drunk.

Master He: Who drank and didn't bring any alcohol out today. When did you see me drinking?

The little mute sniffed the master to see if there was any wine, but he didn't smell a trace of wine at all.

Dr. Crane: Okay, let's start looking for the termite king, where is it!

The master is obviously drunk like this, and the little mute has seen the master drunk, just like an old naughty boy.

The little mute cooperated with the master to open the thick old tree roots that the three of them were hugging, and a bunch of termites poured out of it, densely packed, looking at the numbness of the human scalp.

Master He: Look, this termite king doesn't have to do anything, just lie down and eat and drink well and have children, and he is so white and fat.

In the master's mouth, this disgusting thing is still a little cute.

The little mute took out the glass jar and prepared to pack the termites home.

Master Crane: You come out with a match and take out the jar of oil.

The little mute took out the oil and poured it around the old roots, scattering it in a circle.

Master Crane: Go ahead and pick out the termite king, be careful not to get bitten, this thing is very poisonous.

The little mute took the prepared chopsticks and lengthened them to three times the normal length, and he took the termite king out and put it in the glass jar. But it's strange that I didn't recruit a termite.

Master Crane: You're in luck! I was bitten by termites when I was turning the roots of an old tree at the bottom of the mountain, but nothing happened, and the termites didn't come near you.

The little mute handed the glass jar to the master and put it in the satchel of the bamboo basket and carried it. At this time, the master's hands began to redden, and his whole body was red as if he had drunk five catties of spirits.

Little Mute: Woo!

The little mute pointed to the master's reddened arms and face.

Dr. Tsuru: Eh, strange, why is it like being drunk? Now that we've got all our things, let's go home and refine the medicine.

After saying that, the master fainted to the ground, and the little mute quickly helped the master up and patted the master's face.

Dr. Tsuru: I'm fine, I'm just a little drunk.

The little mute still didn't know whether the master had drunk or not, but now in this situation, he had to carry the master down the mountain first, and the little mute carried the master, lit the match with one hand, and burned the old tree root behind him. Without looking back, he went down the mountain.

The little mute looked back and saw that the sleeping master was still snoring on his shoulder, and the little mute was relieved, and rushed down the mountain with the master on his back. At this time, it was already dusk, and the little mute did not forget the bracken and artemisia grass ordered by the master, and when he went down the mountain, he picked a basket and went home.

Doctor Crane: Little mute, you don't have soy sauce at home, remember to make a pot when you go home.

Mute: Uh-huh.

The little mute looked at the black old toad in the bamboo basket and the termite king in the glass jar, as well as this rare bauhinia grass, quickened his pace, and after settling the master in bed with soy sauce, he came to the alchemy room, there is a cellar hidden under the master's big mansion, which is a special place for alchemy, because alchemy requires a lot of air, so this cellar has opened countless small holes as a skylight for ventilation, the small holes can discharge the gas, and can also change the air in, the master smelled the smell of alchemy and suddenly woke up.

Dr. Tsuru: What the hell is this little guy doing!

The little mute was about to melt the Guiyuan Pill and the relic oil.

Dr. Tsuru: What are you doing? You can't do that!

Doctor Crane pulled the little mute aside and anxiously glanced into the alchemy furnace.

The little mute looked at the master's blue face and screamed in fright.

Little Mute: You, you, you.

The little mute pointed to the master's face, and the master quickly ran to the mirror to take a look.

Dr. Tsuru tugged at the loose skin on his face, and then looked at his chest, arms, and crotch, all of which had turned green.