In the dim and cold cave, a little fire flickered, and a jar of mushroom soup was full of aroma.

Jiang Ming came back to his senses and scooped a full bowl with a rotten bowl, and the golden soup was full of flame-like red light, which looked very strange.

"I'm afraid this bowl of soup can bring down an elephant......"

Looking at the colorful mushrooms in the soup, Jiang Ming couldn't help grinning, and then couldn't wait to drink it while blowing hot air.

"Hiss~"

A mouthful of thick soup went down to the stomach, and the freshness almost melted Jiang Ming's tongue, and all kinds of mushrooms were also extremely delicious, and there was an unknown scorching power, following the heat of the mushroom soup, rushing from the abdomen to the limbs.

Jiang Ming almost groaned comfortably, and the chill of the rainy night was dispelled in an instant, and his whole body was warm and full of strength.

"This is the power of the Fire Cloud Grass?"

Jiang Ming was extremely surprised, this weak body seemed to be cheering, and there was an incomparably strong thirst for the soup in front of him.

He immediately fired on the rest of the mushroom soup.

As he drank, there seemed to be a small person dancing in front of him, but it quickly disappeared......

His body gradually warmed up, and Jiang Ming's thoughts gradually became lively.

"Fire Cloud Grass, Imperial Beast Medicine...... These things are by no means something that can be seen casually in an ordinary martial arts world. ”

"It seems that it is indeed the world of cultivating immortals, but I don't know the ...... in this world Is there really an immortal? ”

"The immortal path is ethereal, it is useless to think too much, at present, only martial arts is the only way to become stronger." Jiang Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, lay down by the fire, and gradually fell asleep.

Outside, the storm was still raging, and from time to time there was thunder and explosions, and the fire in the small cave was fading and turning into darkness......

……

The next morning, the rain cleared.

The sky was as clear as a mirror, and the rays of sunlight shone through the vines and into the cave.

Jiang Ming stood up with a hunched waist and glanced down a little confused.

Now the hardest thing in the world is no longer steel......

"This medicine is too strong!" Jiang Ming was speechless, only feeling hot all over.

He pushed aside the vines and walked out of the cave, took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, then stood on a boulder and began to play a set of strong punches.

Medicine and martial arts are not separated.

The medicine pickers are also considered to be on the side, and they all have their own methods of strengthening their bodies and qi, and Jiang Ming's boxing method has no name, but it still has some effect.

After punching over and over again, he could feel the power of the medicine dissolving in his body, and his strength was slowly increasing.

Even the thin body seems to be a little harder.

"With such a strong medicinal power, it seems that not only the Fire Cloud Grass, but also those poisonous mushrooms have amazing medicinal effects...... It's just that ordinary people are not blessed to enjoy it. ”

"If that's the case, then this Yunmeng Mountain is a huge treasure for me, it's hard to find a treasure like Huoyun Grass, but some highly toxic fungi or herbs are not a problem to find."

There are some herbs in my memory, which contain good medicinal effects, but they are extremely poisonous, and ordinary pharmacists can't deal with them at all, and even if they can deal with them, the cost is higher than the benefits, and basically no one picks them.

If Jiang Ming used these herbs and toadstools as resources for martial arts training, then his martial arts path would definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

After practicing for more than an hour, the heat subsided.

"Let's pick up the medicine!"

After having a goal, Jiang Ming was full of energy, nibbled on some dry food, then picked up the medicine basket and continued to move forward according to the route in his memory.

After the rain, the mountain forest is empty and fresh, the grass blades are stained with raindrops, and from time to time there are insects and birds chirping, echoing in the woods.

In the deep mountains and old forests, Jiang Ming was the only one who walked alone, like an apprentice who was thirsty for knowledge, constantly tasting every herb and familiar with various herb-picking techniques.

Most of the herbs are delicate, some rhizomes cannot be broken, some only need unopened buds, and some fruits need to be collected in the morning to prevent the pods from bursting......

Even with the memory of his predecessor, Jiang Ming didn't know how many herbs he had picked before he felt that his level had improved a lot.

……

Two days later.

In the early morning, the waning moon is still hanging in the sky.

Jiang Ming walked out of Yunmeng Mountain in the morning mist, water droplets condensed on his hat, and he carried a bamboo basket full of herbs on his back to a gathering place for displaced people at the foot of the mountain.

In fact, Jiang Ming can continue to stay in the mountains, but according to the habits of his predecessors, he usually enters the mountains for three or four days, and then comes back to rest for a few days.

He was new to the city and didn't want to be too noticeable......

Wisps of cooking smoke rose in front of them, and the simple grass huts were scattered scattered, and people came and went, full of smoke and fire.

At the beginning, only a few herb pickers lived here, and then the poor people who couldn't survive in the city of Dayunfu gradually gathered here.

When the official lord of the city came to the outing, he was very kind, and personally mentioned a name with a good meaning, Ping'an Town.

As soon as Jiang Ming walked to the entrance of the town, a young man in a shabby soap suit walked over from the side of the road, looked at Jiang Ming with a smile, and said lazily: "Check." ”

Jiang Ming familiarly stuffed the two copper plates, and the little official suddenly showed a satisfied smile, casually rummaged in the medicine basket a few times, borrowed two pieces of yellow essence, and waved his hand to let Jiang Ming get out.

While the official was kind-hearted, he did not forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace, and took precautions to point out that there might be bandits in the mountains, so he sent a small official to risk his life to be stationed here to check if there were any dangerous people to make trouble.

The people were moved to send some silver sustenances, which was also a matter of course......

It's just that until now, no one has ever seen what a bandit looks like.

Life is so funny and difficult, fortunately, the world is quite peaceful, the predecessor is introverted and low-key, and he has not caused any trouble, Jiang Ming intends to continue to maintain it, and there is no sense of mission to rise up.

After entering the town and greeting some of the medicine pickers who took care of him, Jiang Ming walked into a tavern.

It is said to be a tavern, but in fact it is a larger straw hut, with dirty wine flags and tattered wine flags, and the environment inside is dark and messy, and the tables and chairs are in tatters, but it is one of the few entertainment venues in the town.

There are a lot of people in the tavern, most of them are sloppy men in shabby clothes, some are medicine pickers, some are hunting and chopping wood, and while drinking, they are all over the world, boasting about what they have seen.

The humidity in the mountains is heavy, and many people come here to drink a bowl of wine to ward off the cold and dampness before entering the mountain or after returning from the mountain.

Over time, drinking morning wine has become a unique custom in Ping'an Town, even if there is nothing to do, many people have to come to drink a bowl, have a show, and paralyze the bad things in life.

Jiang Ming threw the medicine basket to an empty table, walked straight to the counter, and patted two copper coins:

"A bowl of running tongues, a plate of smoked tofu!"

Running tongue is the cheapest wine here, a copper coin and a bowl, and there is only one characteristic, that is, strong.

After one bite, the tongue will be unconscious, and the whole body will be steaming, which is the best choice to ward off the cold.

Behind the counter, it was the owner of the tavern, Lao Jiangtou, with sparse gray hair, who knew Jiang Ming and these medicine pickers, and immediately smiled: "Look at your red face, the harvest is good?" ”

"What a good thing, almost fed the wolf!" Jiang Ming casually talked nonsense, took the dishes and sat down.

First took a big sip of wine, the burning sensation from the mouthpiece to the chest and abdomen, and then picked up a piece of smoked yellowed old tofu, dipped it in chili sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of liquor and tofu intertwined in his mouth, and Jiang Ming smashed his mouth, listening to the surrounding drinkers bragging.

"I heard that the reward of the Wang family has been raised to fifty taels of silver!"

"So what, Huoyun grass is not cabbage, where can I find it?"

"If I can find it, I will first go and wrap up the Oiran and Miss Xue'er of Qinghe Tower for three days and three nights!"

"Little Liuzi, you are a bamboo stick stirring a vat, can you withstand ......?"

"Hahahaha......"

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and sipped his wine without saying a word.

People came and went in the tavern, and some familiar medicine pickers came, and Jiang Ming greeted them one by one.

No one has ever mentioned Huang Lao Ghost, after all, it has only been a few days, and there are many people who have been drilling in the mountains for ten days and half a month.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ming licked the tofu dish clean, finished the last sip of wine, carried the medicine basket and staggered away.

"Drink a glass of wine, there is no one in this world......"