Could it be that the name of the herb Blood Butterfly has not yet appeared in this world?

Hua Lan couldn't help but think about it one more layer.

She lied a little in Prince Xiao's mansion, saying that she had a master. The master is a master of the world, and if he is raised in front of the Changxu Dao Commander at this moment, it can be regarded as reasonable.

So he said: "The Taoist chief doesn't know, Hua Mou's physique has been weak since he was a child, and he worshiped a master who practiced medicine in Yunyou. Master taught me how to recognize this flavor of tea, and named it Blood Butterfly. ”

"Blood butterflies?"

Changxu Dao Chang froze slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and then asked, "How much does your master live this year?" ”

"This flower really doesn't know. However, Master is much older than Changxu Dao, probably a hundred years old this year! ”

Hua Lan understood the meaning of Changxu Daochang, it was he who first discovered the herb of blood butterfly, and picked it to drink instead of tea on weekdays. But he didn't know the true medicinal value of this herb, and she wasn't sure in her heart.

So, he said: "Master taught me that blood butterflies were the most poisonous three years ago, and they can't be used in medicine or edible. Master and his old man traveled around the world to practice medicine and ask for medicine, and he often carried this herb with him, occasionally for the stomach, and occasionally for healing. ”

"Oh, can this tea be used as an ingredient in addition to making tea?"

Changxu Dao Chang was obviously more interested, stunned for a while, raised his head and shouted outside the hall: "Mingyue can be outside?" ”

"Mingyue went to call Senior Brother Xuanyue, and she hasn't come back yet."

A young Taoist priest came in and replied, "What does Master command?" The apprentice went to call Senior Brother Mingyue. ”

"Oh, it's clear, you can go, go and get some Gantu."

Changxu Dao raised his eyebrows and commanded.

He bowed out the door, and after a while, he came in with a tray in his hand.

On the top of the tray, there are many blood butterflies that have been cut into thin slices and dried thoroughly.

Changxu Dao Chang steadily put the tray on the table next to Hua Lan, pointed and asked: "This flavor of tea, poor Dao is also occasionally encountered." After many studies, it was used for drinking tea. But this tea is different from other teas, although it has the purpose of strengthening the muscles and bones, it also has a characteristic. ”

Characteristics, what characteristics?

Hua Lan hadn't heard her grandfather talk about the characteristics of the blood butterfly, so she pricked up her ears curiously and asked, "This Hua is really lonely and unheard, I don't know how the Changxu Dao Chief knows?" ”

"You just said that your master often carries this thing on his body for the purpose of satisfying his stomach?"

There was a strange light in Changxu Dao Chief's expression, "That's right, your master is almost a hundred years old, and he is still in good spirits, this is really not a strange thing." ”

He stroked his long hair, "Poor Dao had a stubborn disease a few years ago, and he was still working in the Tai Hospital at that time, because of this taste of pungent Zhi. ”

When the word Xin Zhi was mentioned, Changxu Dao's brows condensed into pimples, as if he was in pain, sighed, and said: "Hey, that year, Concubine Shuniang had a strange disease, and she couldn't be cured with a lot of medicine, and she was dying." Later, I added Xin Zhi to it. There was not the slightest mistake in the whole recipe, but for some reason, after the three doses of the concubine Niangniang, she died. ”

When Changxu Dao Chang said this, he looked sad with a regretful face: "After the lady concubine went to the imperial study, the emperor called me to the imperial study, and he didn't blame the poor road. But the poor Dao was panicked, so he asked for a decree to seal Xin Zhi, and built a Taoist temple in Fengqi Mountain to concentrate on research.

The poor road is a night of white-headedness, grief-stricken. Later, when I found out that Gan Tu, I tried to drink it instead of tea, but I didn't expect this herb to be so miraculous. ”

He held up his long flowing hair like black ink, and sighed again: "I didn't expect that this tea drink would make Poor Dao regain his youth." It's a pity, if only the emperor were still here. ”

Changxu Dao is fifty-four years old, and his hair is like paint and beard is like ink, but it is really well maintained. But to talk about regaining youth and rejuvenation, this is a bit exaggerated.

Explanation of Hua Lan.

The ancients were a little ignorant, and this kind of cognition is not unusual.

Drinking blood butterflies often can calm the mind and get rid of irritability. As soon as people's hearts are calm, their spirits will naturally be healed. When the spirit is good, the blood will be abundant, and it is not a strange thing that gray hair turns black.

Drink blood butterflies, don't wash your hair with Shouwu, this will take effect faster.

Hua Lan grinned secretly, Changxu Daoist said so, she couldn't sweep away his good interest, and nodded hurriedly: "These flowers really don't know, Dao Chang has insight into the opportunity, and he has been blessed by misfortune, which is gratifying." ”

Hua Lan couldn't find any better words except for a few sycophants.

However, these few sentences, Changxu Dao Chang is extremely useful, and tsk, "I didn't expect that there were other strange people who knew about Gantu, and today I saw the playboy, which can be regarded as creation." ”

The two were talking, and the breeze outside said, "Master, Senior Brother Xuanyue is back." ”

"Let him in."

After the Changxu Daoist finished speaking, a twenty-three or four-year-old Qingxiu Taoist priest walked into the hall.

"Master!"

Xuan Yue entered the door and bowed, glanced up at Hua Lan, lowered her head and stood aside.

Hua Lan thought that Changxu Daoist had called Xuanyue to come in, in order to lead her to pick Xinzhi, so she said politely: "Changxu Dao Chief, Hua still has a reluctant request, please Changxu Daoist promise." ”

"You're welcome, dude!"

Changxu Daoist nodded and said with a smile.

"Hua urgently needs the herb Xin Zhi to prepare an antidote. I don't know if the long void road can be used more for flowers. Or can you let the flower grow it yourself? ”

It's August now, and when the cool autumn breeze rises, even so, the best time to plant the orchid has been missed. However, there is a mystery in Hua Lan's words, and Changxu Dao Chang naturally heard it.

"The playboy is young, and he has a deep study of medical science and pharmacy, and the herb of Xin Zhi is not very widely used. Someone in Huafu has been poisoned, it must be extraordinary. ”

Changxu Dao Chang didn't say that Qu Lanxiang, who broke the rules, really didn't know whether this taste of pungent Zhi was an important antidote to Qu Lanxiang, or because of something?

Hua Lan had to think about it more, at this time, she was not allowed to think about it carefully, and said: "Don't hide it from the Taoist, there are people in the house who have been poisoned." The door of the Qing rules is pervasive, and Hua is worried that he will not be able to prepare the antidote in time in the future to save people's lives. ”|

"As far as Poor Dao knows, the Qing Guimen is becoming more and more rampant, acting secretively, and leaving no trace of vicious methods. Dude? ”

Changxu Dao's eyes swirled in Hua Lan, and he was confused in shock: "Xin Zhi is one of the antidote preparations of Qu Lanxiang, this poor Dao knows." However, if he is hit by the Soul Breaking Incense, what should the son do? ”

What the Broken Soul Incense will look like, it should probably mean that there is no way out.

If you win, how can you hope to survive?

Hua Lan didn't think about it, and said: "Qingguimen wants to spend the tenth day of September to go to Kunlun Mountain, probably in the meantime, Hua's life will be worry-free." ”

Changxu Daoist nodded and beckoned to Xuan Yue: "You go and bring the playboy to pick Xinzhi, and then plank some plants, so that the playboy can bring it back." ”

Hua Lan noticed that when she mentioned Kunlun Mountain, Changxu Dao Chang's brows furrowed tightly, and her expression was a little strange, as if she had been struggling for a few seconds.

Why, this made Hua Lan's heart rise with confused doubts.