"Me?"

Mo Wen pointed to his nose and looked left and right.

"That's right, it's you." The middle-aged humane.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Mo Wen grew his mouth, and looked at the middle-aged man in a daze, looking very dull.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense, come here." The middle-aged man said impatiently.

Mo asked what he said, and Ai Ai moved to those people, looking cautious and afraid.

"Search for me."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said to several subordinates beside him.

When several young disciples behind him heard this, they immediately stepped forward and grabbed Mo Wen and began to rummage through his bamboo basket.

Mo Wen didn't carry out his hiking bag, and even stole a quaint piece of clothing from the surrounding villages, disguised as a peasant.

The bamboo baskets behind them are all filled with medicinal herbs, and on the surface, they are no different from those medicine farmers who beg for a living in the Changbai Mountains all year round.

The reason why it is disguised like this. The purpose was naturally to prevent those people of the Long Heaven Sect from suspecting him anything.

Looking at the two young men turning over their bamboo baskets, a gleam flashed in Mo Wen's eyes, but it was fleeting, and no one noticed it.

In his bamboo basket, there was naturally nothing else in it except medicinal herbs, and as for elixirs such as flame flowers and blood mushrooms, he naturally couldn't just put them on his body. Otherwise, when the people of the Changtian Sect saw that flame flower, they would definitely suspect him.

Therefore, he did not stop the two from searching, and they still searched for it.

"Uncle Shi, there is nothing suspicious. But ......"

After searching for a while, a young man walked up to the middle-aged man who was the leader and said.

"But what? Make it clear. The middle-aged man frowned and said.

"However, there are a lot of precious herbs in his bamboo basket, which are very valuable."

The young man walked up to the middle-aged man and whispered in his ear.

The Changtian Sect often sends disciples down the mountain to collect medicines, and every time it is the season to collect medicines, many disciples will go down the mountain to search for medicine in Changbai Mountain.

Therefore, the disciples of the Changtian Sect are very familiar with herbs and the like.

Mo asked some of the medicinal materials in the bamboo basket, but the value was not low. Many of them are cherished herbs. After looking for a long time, you may not be able to find it, but there are so many in the young man's bamboo building, which is simply amazing.

"Who told you to pay attention to the medicine he picked? I ask you if there's anything suspicious, and if not, let's go. ”

The middle-aged man snorted coldly. He didn't have time to focus on this right now. It's been a day. The witch hasn't been found yet. The sect has already issued a death order, and if it can't be found, then no one will have a good life.

And that witch is too much of a threat to the Changtian Sect. If you can't take this opportunity to eradicate that witch, it will definitely be a very dangerous time bomb for the Changtian Sect, which is unsettling.

At this time, where would he be in the mood to care about a young man who was picking medicine, and what good medicinal herbs he had.

"Uncle Shi......"

The young man was about to say something, the medicinal materials in the young man's bamboo basket cherished Cheng Dù, even the senior uncle was afraid that he would be moved, if he snatched all those medicinal materials, he would definitely get a lot of rewards when he returned to the sect.

But the middle-aged man interrupted the young man's words with a wave of his hand, and led everyone to turn around and search in the other direction.

Seeing this, the young man could only hold his words in his stomach and followed the middle-aged man depressedly. Before leaving, he didn't forget to glare at Mo Wen, this kid is stupid, he is lucky, he can find so many rare medicinal materials, he is really a fool and a fool, it's a pity......

Mo Wen looked at the group of people from the Changtian Sect who were gradually moving away, hooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the bamboo basket and continued to hurry.

After circling around a mountain peak and finding that no one was following him, he returned to the hidden valley.

Back in the stone room, Mo Wen began to fiddle with the medicinal herbs, and as for the witch, she sat in the corner, silently using exercises to heal her wounds.

However, her terrifying injuries could not be healed overnight by using her own exercises to heal them.

The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to get injured, but once you are injured, the more difficult it is to heal the injury.

Especially if the witch is so strict with her injuries, with her own slow luck to heal, I am afraid that she may not be able to heal in three or four years.

"Don't use your luck to heal your wounds, I'll cook a bowl of medicinal soup for you to drink later, and keep it ten times stronger than your luck to heal your injuries."

Mo Wen was fiddling with the medicinal herbs, and at the same time, his mouth was bored, hooking up with the cold witch.

Making zuò medicinal soup is a complicated thing and takes a long time.

Of course, it is much simpler than refining the healing elixir.

Under the current conditions, it is impossible to refine any healing pills with good effects, and some ordinary healing pills do not have much effect on the witch's injuries, so it is better to boil the medicinal soup.

With his medical skills, the effect of the medicinal decoction is no better than that of the elixir, and it is also easy to absorb and can maintain the effect for a long time.

"By the way, you're young, probably less than thirty, right? The cultivation is quite good, how did you cultivate it? The talent is very high, although it is a little worse than me, but it is also rare in the world. ”

"By the way, you're cold all day long, don't you know how to laugh? Laugh a little, ten years less, laugh is the simplest politeness, I don't understand any politeness"

"Do you have a boyfriend? Ever been in a relationship? Didn't you? I don't think you're like some people......"

"It's pretty good, but it's a little too seductive. Marrying you as a daughter-in-law, not only can the body not be able to bear it, but also you must guard against thieves every day, preventing you from hooking up with other men, how tiring it is......"

Mo Wen muttered this in his mouth, but the work in his hand was not delayed at all, and after a while, a stove was set up, a fire was lit, and he began to enter the stage of boiling medicine.

"Noise, believe it or not I cut out your tongue?"

The witch finally couldn't stand Mo Wen's nagging, opened her eyes from her cultivation, and glared at Mo Wen coldly.

This person, will he die if he doesn't speak!

"Look at you, you are brutal and savage, you don't let others speak, you just said that you can't get married, and you really didn't say anything wrong."

Mo Wen shook his head and shook his head, looking like he could understand life.

The witch clenched her pink fist. If it weren't for the injury, she would definitely tear that mouth apart, there are still such annoying people in the world.

But she also knew that now she couldn't help but ask no questions at all, so she could only keep her mouth tightly closed, forcing herself to calm down, and not to look at the bastard who made people angry at first sight.

"See, more than 500 years of wild ginseng, all of them are about to grow into a human shape, does the ginseng king know? This is the king of ginseng. If you eat it, you may be able to live a few more years. ”

Mo Wen is carrying a root of life. He shook it in front of the witch, and said with a painful face: "This medicine is a priceless treasure, and its value is far higher than that of your white flame flower, in order to treat you today." I've made a lot of money. Don't forget to owe me another favor. Ay. You owe more and more favors......"

The so-called ginseng king is naturally the wild ginseng that Mo Wen found in the valley that day, and this wild ginseng is accompanied by the flame flower. It was contaminated with the aura of the flame flower, so it grew for a full five hundred years and became a low-grade elixir.

In terms of healing effect, the five-hundred-year-old wild ginseng is indeed far stronger than the flame flower, after all, the wild ginseng is a neutral medicinal material such as Guben Peiyuan, but the flame flower is different and belongs to a special type of medicinal material.

Where would the witch care about the five hundred years and three hundred years of wild ginseng, she didn't even want to look at Mo Wen at all, and directly ignored him......

After a while, Mo Wen boiled a bowl of medicinal soup, and the medicinal fragrance filled the stone room, which did not seem to have the bitter and strange smell of ordinary medicinal soup, but contained a fresh fragrance.

"Don't pretend to be dead, drink the medicine while it's hot."

Mo Wen walked up to the witch with a bowl of medicinal soup and glanced at her with raised eyebrows.

The witch closed her eyes tightly and shrank in the corner, as if she hadn't heard Mo Wen's words at all, and her body didn't move.

"Do you drink? If you don't drink me, what will you do, believe it or not? If you don't believe it, I know you don't believe it......"

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth hooked up a playful smile, and as he spoke, he stepped forward, a face approached the pretty face of the witch, with a big smile on his face, looking like you must not believe it, wait for me to verify it personally......

"Wait."

The witch finally couldn't calm down, bit her lip, resisted the urge to slap Mo Wen to death, and viciously took the medicinal soup in Mo Wen's hand.

"That's good."

Don't ask hehe and smile, play scoundrel with him, this chick is a little lower.

"Drink, it's delicious."

Mo Wen smacked his lips, looking like I want to drink the medicinal soup if you don't drink it.

The witch looked at Mo Wen suspiciously, took a shallow sip, and the next moment the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, her eyes rolled her eyes blankly, and she opened her mouth to spit out the medicinal soup.

It's so unpleasant, I've never drunk such a bad medicinal soup, not to mention the bitterness, and there is a strange smell filling the mouth, like a fishy smell, disgusting.

With her concentration, she couldn't drink such a bad medicine.

"If you dare to spit it out, I'll take you what."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, holding the bowl in the witch's hand with one hand, preventing her from putting down the medicine bowl, with a posture that you have to drink it, and you have to drink it if you don't drink it.

Although the medicine is unpalatable, it is a bowl of essence decoction that blends various precious medicinal materials, and others can't drink it if they want to. If she really wasted it, maybe she would be angry and just kill her......

The witch bit her lip and glanced at Mo Wen coldly, and in desperation, she could only take a small sip of the medicine in her hand again.

After only taking a small sip, her stomach churned, and she couldn't drink it anymore.

"Do you know what it means to be a good medicine? This bowl of medicine is worth a lot of money, and it is still priceless, and no one else can drink it. Well, drink it all, drink it all and your injuries will heal. ”

Mo Wen's tone was much softer, coaxing the patient to drink medicine, which was a technical work that was both soft and hard.

Otherwise, if you are blindly tough, you will not be in a good mood after drinking, and you may vomit up after turning around.

The witch's body trembled slightly, she glanced at Mo Wen deeply, and fell silent a little, and her cold temperament seemed to have dissipated a lot.

She suddenly remembered the scene when her father persuaded her to drink medicine when she was a child, and how long it hadn't appeared, and the memory seemed to be getting more and more blurred.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to drink all the unpalatable potions in one go.

"Fuck off."

Stuffing the empty medicine bowl into Mo Wen's hand, she closed her eyes and stopped making a sound. (To be continued......)