Seeing that Zhang Xiaoan didn't speak, Liu Jiushan picked up his sword, looked back and looked, and finally picked up the sword, turned around and turned into a back.

"You have a big heart. The mandala was a small grass from beginning to end, fluttering in place, and only when he saw that everyone was gone, did he sigh and speak. Mandala, who had fought with Zhang Xiaoan, knew that if Zhang Xiaoan didn't have a sword, the two of them probably wouldn't be able to get close.

The sword was used to hide the red ginseng.

Zhang Xiaoan didn't speak, walked to the bed, took out the ginseng basin on his knees, picked up the wooden sword next to him, and with a slight wave, all the red ropes tied to the red ginseng were cut off.

"Yesterday he was a deacon, today he is an inner disciple, and tomorrow he is an elder. Let's go, it's a rare thing that has survived for 10,000 years, don't let people catch it and cut it. Zhang Xiaoan smiled, picked up the mud basin and moved the red ginseng outside the house. In just an instant, the red ginseng turned into a human-like shape.

"Am I free?" Chi Shen shook his muscles and bones, stood in front of the cabin and was stunned for a while, only to notice that apart from the smile just now, Zhang Xiaoan could no longer see any smile, and he frowned at the moment and didn't know what to think.

With such a poison as mandala, in order to work hard for himself, such a plant as red ginseng can easily give up five hundred years of cultivation and five hundred years of accumulation.

People are not plants, but they are more ruthless.

"Since Shaoxia knew that he was coming back to take revenge, why didn't he end it on the spot. The mandala also took on a human form and slowly stood up from the ground, but instead of standing up, he sat on the ground.

"Why do you want to end it, human life is so worthless in your eyes. Zhang Xiaoan looked at the herbs outside the window, and was a little disappointed after all.

"At the beginning of man...."Mandala pondered for a long time, wanting to say the summary of the human race on the stone wall, but before he could say the nature of sexuality, he was interrupted by Zhang Xiao'an.

"Nature is good. Zhang Xiaoan muttered, this is the teaching of the gentleman he heard from the side of the school since he was a child.

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoxinzhong was indeed much more relaxed. The door to the house was gone, and Zhang Xiaoan was no longer sleepy, so he went back to the house and took out a hoe and walked to the next weed.

Under the moonlit night, a thin figure walked farther and farther into the forest, and it was not until half an hour later that the young man came back and gently shoveled down a weed with properties suitable for the pit he had just dug, and held the weeds and the clods of soil around the rhizome in his arms, and Zhang Xiao'an felt a burst of pain.

They took my life not for life, and they took my life for not life.

"Haha, silly boy, they don't take your life seriously! They treat you like an ant, a brute. The strange voice mocked Zhang Xiaoxin.

Zhang Xiaoan's eyes slowly reddened.

For the first time in so long, Zhang Xiaoan thought about Uncle Duan. Except for Uncle Duan, I don't know who else in this world sees himself as precious and his life as precious. They all put their lives on the line. Mu Sanxian's shuttle, when he first stabbed into the house, was only five inches away from his heart.

That Liu Jiushan stabbed over with a flying sword, and it was not a single cent away from his eyebrows. In their eyes, why don't you look like a person? Is everyone else in this world like this? Is it true that everyone can take their own lives with a sword, and then go back without pressure, drink and eat meat, and talk and laugh.

Does everyone regard human life as a mustard, and does anyone really treat other people's lives as their lives?

"Yes, I just want to meet a real swordsman. ”

"You save my life, and I save you. ”

The girl's voice came to mind from the bottom of her heart, Zhang Xiaoan was suddenly startled, and her trembling heart slowly calmed down. Yes, that girl's name is Ah Hong, she is dead and buried on the official road from Nanyang to Anyang.

Taking a deep breath, the natal energy in Zhang Xiaoan's chest finally calmed down. Thinking back to what he looked like just now, Zhang Xiaoan was a little scared, but fortunately there was Ah Hong, okay.

Wiping away his tears, the boy finally walked to the dug pit, but when he looked at the hundred-year-old weeds in his hand, they had broken into muddy water.

"You don't have to blame yourself. The mandala quietly followed, and the red ginseng followed behind him, but he didn't speak.

Bang, Zhang Xiaoan's legs were weak and he knelt on the ground.

A few branches and leaves were like human hands, slowly climbing up Zhang Xiao'an's thin shoulders, and the thicker branches were attached to Zhang Xiao'an's back, with the slow tightening of the branches and leaves, the fragrance of ginseng grass and the flow of breath in the branches were only a narrow back from the young man's heart.

"You Terrans, do you need this at this time, I read in your book, this is called a hug. The slender voice of the ginseng grass seemed so simple, and it was inevitably a little similar to Zhang Xiaoan.

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xiaoan's upper body stiffened suddenly, and then softened. Feeling the warmth that he has not felt for a long time, although it is from red ginseng, at least Zhang Xiaoan feels that he is not alone. But such a hug is still too intimate.

"If you don't want to be separated, let me go. Zhang Xiaoan's tone was obviously much more relaxed.

"It's been a long time, you don't want to say it early. The voice of the ginseng grass became again.

"Ahh

"What do you want to do when Namu Sanxian comes back tomorrow?" Mandala leaned against a tree, knowing that it was inappropriate to say this at this time, but still asked.

After all, the life of all the plants and trees in the field is at stake.

"Needless to say, let's take action and torture him! Scared him so much that he didn't dare to come again!" Chi Shen staggered forward a few steps, his hands on his hips, and his chest was about to rise to the sky.

"Shut him up?" Mandala thought for a moment.

"Don't let him sleep!"

"Don't let him eat?" Mandala hesitated.

"Invisibility pretending to be a ghost!"

"Surprise with the doppelganger?" Mandala was slightly cautious.

"Illusion makes him afraid!" No, it's righteousness.

"You two go, I'll remove the weeds from the field one by one. Zhang Xiaoan really smiled this time, "Fighting a Qi cultivation disciple, do you still need the two of you to make a move?"

"Are you sure?, he's too rampant to do anything for you, we can't look past it!"

"Of course I'm sure. Zhang Xiaoan is confident. Just a deacon, why bother?

"Then you can protect my two thousand five hundred years of medicinal herb essence, which I collected with great effort. Chi Shen said matter-of-factly. For him, these five herbs are not only an accumulation, but also a part of his body, an extension of his life.

"I'll make good use of your 500-year-old herbs. Zhang Xiao'an replied with a smile on the corner of his mouth and full of malice.

"Second brother, let's bury him to death first, don't pull me!" Chi Shen roared angrily, and the two green herbs with the mandala gradually disappeared from Zhang Xiao'an's field of vision.

After speaking, with his wooden sword and hoe, Zhang Xiaoan looked for a suitable place for the weeds to live in the deep forest, and dug one deep pit after another.

When you have dug enough, you will go back to the field and choose the herbs with the right properties. After a month of teaching by Mandala, Zhang Xiao'an's knowledge of medicinal herbs has been very rich.

At least compared with the knowledge in the book, Zhang Xiaoan has a slightly different understanding of medicinal herbs. The most memorable thing is the sentence that Mandala hung on his lips, "The properties of medicine depend on the environment." ”

Herbs are born in hot places, so they naturally have a way to turn the heat into coolness. This kind of medicinal properties is the most basic embodiment of the medicinal properties of the environment.

Following the nagging of the mandala, Zhang Xiao'an became more than 800 medicinal herbs that needed to be memorized in the inner door, and more than half of them had been memorized, and the rest were some rare medicinal materials with strange medicinal properties and special living environment.

After burying the last herb in the pit, it has become bare in the ground, and has become a serious high-grade spiritual field, and in the current state, most of the medicinal herbs with cool properties can grow very well in this spiritual land.

Thinking of the little herbs that were reluctant to move in my arms just now and the old herbs that swayed the branches and leaves and scrambled to move first, my heart was more or less healed.

The world is not good, but being good is the meaning of life.

As soon as he was distracted, there was a sound of soft footsteps behind him, and then a slender sword rested on his shoulder.

"Don't move, I'll kill you if you move again!" A cold female voice came from behind Zhang Xiao'an.

Zhang Xiao'an, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and was stabbed by the cold air on his neck, resisted the urge to run the exercises, and stood in place, not moving.

Listening to the voice, this is the woman who followed Mu Sanxian that day.

"What's the matter? Zhang Xiaoan asked lightly, without any panic in his heart. If this woman has a trace of murderous intent, her neck will not be just a cool sting.

"You're a thief, hand over your identity token, and I can spare your life. Zhou Ling looked at the back in front of her and was very disgusted. She came here today just to help Mu Sanxian retrieve this high-grade spiritual land that should have belonged to Mu Sanxian.

"Here you go. Then you go and get it to that Mu Sanxian?" Although Zhang Xiaoan was puzzled, he had already put down a lot, and although he said this, he still untied the token from his waist and handed it back.

"This is Senior Brother Mu's thing, you are a thief of chickens and dogs, and you still have the face to ask!" After Zhou Ling finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand to take the token that Zhang Xiaoan held in his hand.

Zhou Ling relaxed her vigilance a little and reached for the token. At the moment when the token was about to arrive, the young man in front of him suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand tightly, and when he turned around, his left hand had been twisted behind him. Zhou Ling held the sword in her right hand and wanted to stab back, but she only felt that her wrist was hit hard, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground.

A wave of despair rose in my heart.

Although Mu Sanxian had said countless times that the person in front of him was a despicable and shameless person, and he was obviously ready for everything, he was still captured by someone so simply.

Thinking about the beast things that this beast might do, Zhou Ling held back the tears in her eyes, shouted, and wanted to break her left hand in exchange for a chance to use her right hand to take out the dagger from her waist with her right hand, and then stabbed Zhang Xiao'an in the abdomen.

Zhang Xiaoan wanted to give the token to Zhou Ling, but he didn't expect the woman in front of him to take it back, so he went back to Mu Sanxian, and in a fit of anger, he fought back. Mu Sanxian didn't know what to say, so he slandered himself as a thief of chickens and dogs? A person like Mu Sanxian can only be regarded as the greatest punishment for him if he lets others know his true face.

Killing him is the only way to free him.

Zhou Ling turned around suddenly, Zhang Xiaoan was afraid of breaking the woman's arm, but he still let go, and in a hurry, he could only open the woman's palm to avoid suffering from flesh and skin.

"Senior sister, why do you have to work so hard, if you take this token, forget it, take it to Mu Sanxian, forgive me for handing it over. ”