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The time was just right, Li Xiaodong had just sneaked to the shore of the pond, and just happened to see a few turtles coming ashore from the pond under the bright moonlight, led by a huge old turtle, slowly crawling all the way to the hillside on the shore.

Li Xiaodong saw it in his eyes, and lightened his steps again, his heart was full of excitement.

The leading turtle has a lifespan of at least five hundred years, and as long as it finds the turtle's nest with it, it will definitely be able to make some gains.

At such a critical moment, he still did not let down his vigilance, he tried his best to hide in the grass and woods, while carefully following the turtle, while vigilantly observing the surroundings of the mountains and forests to prevent unpredictable sudden changes.

What the hell is this guy doing?

In the dense canopy of trees, Yumiko was already lying on a thick horizontal branch, her eyes unblinking, staring at the mysterious and slowly creeping figure in the grass in the distance.

Li Xiaodong couldn't see her, but Yumiko could see his situation clearly.

Dressed in black, lying in the grass, sneakily crawling forward little by little, he was so weird, it seemed that he was quietly following something, but Yumiko looked up at him, and there seemed to be nothing but moonlight, but a silent waterhole.

Wait, and a bunch of turtles?

Yumiko saw a huge old turtle, leading several mountain turtles of different sizes, slowly climbing up the hillside and returning to their nests.

Yumiko is no stranger to such a scene, in the summer nights of her childhood, she often comes to Mount Kinabalu with her friends to look for excitement, and occasionally sees a huge turtle leading a few small turtles to crawl slowly in the mountains, and the turtle in Mount Kinabalu is not afraid of people, even if it comes forward to knock it with a branch, it just retracts its neck into the shell unhurriedly, and does not seem to be so panicked, the emperor's grandfather once jokingly said: The turtles in the mountain have been psychic, they have lived in the mountains for generations, they know that the people here will not hurt it, they are very friendly to people, they are the sacred beasts of the mountain, and they are all royal spiritual creatures。

It's just that at this moment, when she saw those turtles, and saw Li Xiaodong who was sneaky and far behind, Yumiko couldn't figure it out, what did Li Xiaodong want to do?

A group of wild turtles, there seems to be nothing unusual, could it be that these turtles are his target?

If he wanted to catch two long-lived old turtles, he could do it now, why did he lie on the ground and hang slowly all the time?

Yumiko frowned and thought about it for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out the mystery, so she held back her temperament and kept leaning on the leafy branches, secretly observing.

Li Xiaodong slowly crawled in the grass for a long time, and even his waist felt sore, but those turtles had only walked out of a hundred or ten meters, Li Xiaodong was a little depressed, he simply didn't climb, just lay on the ground, turned over, and rubbed his sore waist.

Tracking down a few turtles is really not a pleasant thing, grinding and grinding on the ground is really torturous.

That's it, he spent a long time with those turtles, and finally survived to the moment of victory.

Seeing that the leading old turtle had climbed into a small cave and was slowly drilling into it, Li Xiaodong jumped up from the ground and rushed up, knowing that he had found the old turtle's cave.

Several turtles were so frightened that they all shrank into their shells and didn't move, and Li Xiaodong didn't say anything polite to them, kicked one away, and then picked up the largest turtle with both hands and threw it into the grass on the side.

Then he lowered his body, pressed against the ground, and then slowly drilled into this narrow cavern, which was not open and limited in height, and the back of his head was already firmly attached to the hard rock above, and he could only burrow into half of his body, but these restrictions did not affect him much, and he could still explore the turtle's nest by turning on a miniature flashlight with one hand.

"Hehe, good luck, sure enough, there is ......"

He lay on the ground, his upper body completely buried in the cavern, and giggled happily.

At this time, the flashlight focused on the corner of the cave, where several cyan grass plants with broad-leaved red fruits grew, and one grass also bloomed a strange small flower close to blue, Li Xiaodong knew at a glance that these were "spirit turtle grass".

Strictly speaking, calling these herbs "spirit turtle grass" is not enough to qualify.

Because the old mountain turtle that led the way in can only be regarded as a "turtle" with a lifespan of more than 500 years, and in the nest of the "spirit turtle" with a lifespan of more than 1,000 years, the authentic "spirit turtle grass" can be found.

To put it more formally, the herbs Li Xiaodong found in this turtle's nest can only be regarded as "turtle grass".

But even so, Li Xiaodong is already very satisfied.

With a treasure like "Turtle Grass", even if the potency is not as strong as the upgraded "Spirit Turtle Grass", it can already be used as a standard medicine to cure his dying mother.

"Hehe, the divine grass is in hand, mom, I have ......"

Happiness continued to spread through his heart, and he laughed and hummed a strange ballad as he reached into the bottom of the cave with one hand and picked the herbs without hurry.

It didn't take a while, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the herbs in the cave were picked by him.

Still lying in the cave, he plucked a leaf from each herb, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and chewed it carefully to confirm the potency and grade of the herb.

The ancestors of his old Li family once appeared in the medical masters like Li Shizhen, and there were also heirlooms such as "Compendium of Materia Medica".

However, what the world doesn't know is that in fact, the "Compendium of Materia Medica" is nothing to Lao Li's family, and there are many special medicinal herbs that are magical and rare, and they are unwilling to be known to outsiders, which have been recorded by his ancestors in a secret way by family heirlooms, and have been passed down from generation to generation.

This is his family study, and his cognition of the turtle grass or spirit turtle grass is also derived from his family study.

The herbs that were worthy of the level of the Divine Turtle Grass were packed up by him in a plastic bag, and there were still three herbs left that might not have been contaminated with much of the breath of the old mountain turtle, and they were at the low-end "Earth Turtle Grass" level, which he abandoned on the spot, and then, he slowly retreated from the cave satisfied.

"Hehe, the harvest is good, and the baby's heart is in trouble......"

He was in a very good mood, stood up, and came to Yaxing for a while, and wanted to play the game of middle and second nature that he used to play: compose a messy ancient poem.

He patted the dirt on his body, smiled and brewed his emotions, just as he was about to leave for a song, but suddenly his eyes were fixed, and he saw under the moonlight, in the distance behind him, Yumiko actually stood there silently like a haunting woman, and her expression seemed to see a nervous patient, frowning, looking puzzled, and clasped hands in front of her bulging chest.

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