Passing all the way, Song Pingcun was a little panicked, after all, it was the first time to fly in the air, but fortunately, it didn't take long.

Falling from the sky, it was the medicine garden described by the wood spirit.

"Find a place to settle yourself, and don't bother me if it's okay." The person who was called Wang Zhenren dropped a sentence, flashed into the medicine garden, and disappeared.

Leaving Song Pingcun alone began to be embarrassed again.

The words "Herb Garden" are written on a red sandalwood board at the entrance of the medicine garden, and there is a faint fragrance of medicinal herbs when standing at the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

Song Pingcun was looking around when he was interrupted by an inquiry.

"The kid is a disciple who just entered the sect this year, and he was taken to the gate of the herb garden by an old man just now, and the others disappeared." Song Pingcun told truthfully.

The questioner was also an old man, who looked to be quite young, short, and holding a medicine jar in his hand.

"Come with me." The short old man glanced at the waist tag that had just been hung on Song Pingcun's waist, and beckoned Song Pingcun to follow him in one direction, his steps were not fast, and even a little slow.

About two miles out, there was a row of ordinary people's houses, no different except for their quaintness.

The old man took Song Pingcun to a room where some books were placed and a thick roster was placed on the table.

"Give me the belt," came the voice of a short old man.

Song Pingcun put the waist card on the table, and the old man walked to the table, picked up the waist card and looked at it.

"Song Pingcun, just started this year, ranked 23rd." The old man muttered to himself, seemingly casually asking, "How many people have passed the assessment this year?" ”

"22 people," Song Pingcun replied.

"22 people, how can you have 23 people? Can't count? "The old man doesn't seem to have a good temper. However, Song Pingcun himself is also strange, obviously there are only 22 people, how can there be one more ranking, when he first got the waist card, he didn't pay attention to what this 23 represents, and now he is completely confused.

If it was said that the deacon hall made a mistake, Song Pingcun didn't believe it. That is, there is one person who did not appear in the queue yesterday and morning, and the deacon's hall does not seem to be ready to announce it yet.

"I really don't know." Song Pingcun couldn't explain it, let alone why.

"No wonder the last one" The short old man didn't bother with how many people there were, just muttered, picked up the waist card and printed a few seals on the roster, Song Pingcun knew that the original waist card still had the role of a seal, and the registration seal should be left at the bottom.

"Okay, you'll be a member of the Medicine Hall from now on." The old man put the roster away and handed the waist card to Song Pingcun.

"May I ask ...... you?" Song Pingcun took the waist card and asked.

"Deacon of the medicine hall, an idler, you can call me Old Man Wu, or you can call me Deacon Wu, if you need to go out in the future, come and tell me." The short old man explained.

"Oh." Song Pingcun nodded and put away the waist card.

"The medicine hall is divided into three parts, and what you see is the place where all the miscellaneous servants of the Poyuan Sect seek medical treatment, but generally it is not a serious illness and will not be sent, and it is useless to send a serious illness. The other is Wang Zhenren's herb garden, except for the medicine servants arranged by Zhenren himself, no one can enter it. You, are the second in so many years. After speaking, Old Man Wu glanced at Song Pingcun.

Song Pingcun was still waiting for Deacon Wu to say the third place, but Old Man Wu said something else, it seemed that he had not passed the assessment and entered the sect to study and cultivate at all.

"By the way, Wang Zhenren should have arranged for you to bring you over, and I won't arrange your affairs here, and I won't restrain you, you can go back to the herb garden."

"Okay, thanks." Song Pingcun gave a salute and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Old man Wu suddenly stopped Song Pingcun, as if he had something to explain.

"Old Wu, if you have something to say, you can say it directly." Song Pingcun saw that the other party wanted to speak and stopped, and hurriedly said.

"It's better not to run around in the medicine garden, Wang Zhenren is very concerned about the medicine garden. Okay, there's nothing else to do, the medicine hall is only for patients, and you don't want to be here if you have nothing to do. With a wave of his hand, Old Man Wu seemed to suddenly wish he would leave.

Just now I said that I would come and tell him when I was going out, and in a blink of an eye, I said that I didn't want to use here if I had nothing to do, which sounded like nothing, but Song Pingcun heard a kind of vicissitudes and loneliness in his words.

Leaving that room, Song Pingcun walked all the way back, only to see that the so-called medicine hall was about a dozen houses. Every house is closed and no one is coming and going.

"Master, except for Wang Zhenren and this Deacon Wu, these are ordinary people, and the real people of the medicine hall are refining pills under this building, and they won't be easily seen." On the way out of the house and back to the herb garden, Mu Ling reminded Song Pingcun for the first time in the Broken Yuan Sect.

On the way back, he also met some ordinary people who didn't have any cultivation, looking like farmers, and no one asked or stopped him.

When Song Pingcun saw it in the air, he didn't feel much, and when he really walked in from the door of the herb garden, he knew that the medicine garden was very large, and the flat land between the two peaks was almost all medicine gardens, some were tall and some were short, the height could be a few zhang, and the short could stick to the ground, and he could vaguely see more than a dozen houses with mountain boulders in rows on both sides.

There are many varieties of herbs in the medicine garden, and Song Pingcun has no memory now, and he doesn't know how much with the memory of this body alone. Some of the tastes are familiar, after all, they seal the memory, but they don't seal the existing senses, and the few alchemy alchemy in the past few months still surpass many people's sensitivity to medicinal materials after all.

Turn left and right, under the guidance of Mu Ling, Song Pingcun came to a mountain wall in the herb garden during tea time, which was Wang Zhenren's cave mansion.

This place is the highest point of the medicine garden, you can overlook the entire medicine garden, located at the place where the two mountain peaks meet, a stone cave appears in front of you, in front of the stone cave is about 100 square meters of flat land.

Wang Zhenren was standing there, as if he was looking at the medicine garden, holding his long beard, if it wasn't for the soil on the robe, there would be a bit of fairy wind bones, but his face was as cold as water, and he didn't get close to him.

"The workers in the herb garden are also ordinary people, who have lived here for generations. You should be able to know the food and lodging expenses when you go to the Chuangong Hall tomorrow, there are some rules that you don't know, you can go and ask the deacon Wu just now, the first point is not to run around, and don't enter the cave on my side. ”

Wang Huaiming didn't let Song Pingcun make any more moves, as if he was talking about the rules. Last night, Senior Brother Gao Feng came to him and said that he would assign a new disciple to him and let him observe carefully.

It seems that it is indeed not simple, but strangely enough, this young man did not perceive danger, nor did he perceive any other specific signs.

"You just live here." Wang Zhenren pointed to a small room next to the cave mansion and said.

"Okay." Song Pingcun walked into the room, which was very simple, with only a bed and a table, but there was a thick pile of books on the table.

Said it was a room, no different from a cave, and there was no door. However, this is also his residence in the Broken Yuan Sect, and he finally has a place to rest.