It is not wrong that the leaves of red ginseng are extremely unique, and there are very few similar to them among the herbs that Zhang Xiao'an sees a lot. Combined with its ferocious tonic spiritual power, it seems that this is the legendary red ginseng that can run when it becomes a sperm?

How many years has it taken for this to become refined? Half a medicinal whisker has the medicinal power of 500 years, and the whole red ginseng, won't it take tens of thousands of years? Zhang Xiao'an didn't show his face, rolled over to the pile of farm tools, and held the red rope in his hand.

According to the book, this red rope is specially refined, and there are many prohibitions on it, although the principle of this prohibition is no longer known, but it has been handed down from hundreds of years ago. It is said that even the thousand-year-old ginseng is a set of accurate, quite a feeling that one thing descends another.

"It hurts! My leg, ah~ Help, please save me!" Zhang Xiaoan's voice was hoarse at this time, and there was more of a trace of sadness invisibly.

"If you can't die, just endure it, at this time I gave you the medicine to paralyze your body, I'm afraid you will really explode and die." The power of medicine can only be channeled by a sober body, right, second. "The tall, slender herb was very helpless. I didn't expect that even if I scared these disciples, I could solve so many problems.

"Help, it hurts, there is blood flowing out of my hands, my hands are bursting~" Zhang Xiaoan wailed while raising his blood-red hands and grabbed the legs of the slender herb.

The slender herb glanced up at the boy's hands, which were almost covered in blood, and couldn't bear to look at them anymore, so he turned his head and closed his eyes. He also muttered "Evil".

Zhang Xiaoan cried more and more miserably, and grabbed his hands more and more, as if he was about to grab ginseng and stand up.

Although the ginseng resisted, he couldn't bear to push Zhang Xiaoan away, and when he turned around, he wanted to grab Zhang Xiaoan's hand, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed it empty. I thought that the young man had turned to the door frame, but unexpectedly, the people behind him suddenly stopped screaming.

"Boss, be careful!" the mandala roared, but it was too late.

A feeling of powerlessness came from the back of the ginseng, and the aura that was originally flowing smoothly stopped in an instant under the restriction of something somewhere in the back waist.

A kind of mockery accompanied by a relaxed smile instantly appeared on Red Ginseng's face. "Young man, don't be funny, do you think this thing can tie me up? As a joke, I was caught by a mortal and tied with a red rope. From now on, on Yaowang Mountain, you are the boss, you are the second, you go, if I am refined into a Dan, don't forget to burn paper for me in Qingming in the future. Don't burn paper, paper is also made by apprentices, burn the fruit on the old nine trees, that thing is too fragrant, hahahaha.

Why don't you take the initiative to let go of Lao Tzu?"

Zhang Xiaoan knotted the red rope according to the secret method in the book, and wiped off the blood stain he had just touched from the ground. At this time, when I heard the voice of the ginseng in front of me, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

"Besides, if you hadn't been motionless and rooted in the ground, I would have believed it. Zhang Xiaoan smiled happily, pulled out the sword from his waist, and put it directly on the ginseng's head, so that the mandala who wanted to come to the rescue stopped his steps.

"You won't live for tens of thousands of years, and you don't know how to break this red rope method, right?" The mandala looked at the gradually losing silhouette of the person, about to completely turn into a ginseng herb, and his words were full of disbelief.

"If I make it back alive, I'm sure I'll fix your weird thing. I might as well count on you to save me, and I might as well count on the thunder from heaven to kill him. ”

"Then I'm leaving. Mandala looked at the sword in Zhang Xiaoan's hand, thinking left and right, there was really no chance to overturn the kid in front of him before the ginseng was cut into two sections.

It's not just a matter of skill, it's mainly that this little disciple who doesn't seem to have any cultivation, how much toxicity can he resist?

"You're really leaving, bastard, I knew you wanted to hurt me for a long time, you just coveted Lao Tzu's land and the little flowers around me. I treat you as a brother, but you want to my concubine....."

"Stop, stop, you two, you're good at playing?" Zhang Xiaoan looked at the weeds in the field that had all turned back to their original state, and the doubts in his heart were finally solved. What kind of haunting? Isn't it just a mandala that has become a fine and a red ginseng that has become a fine ginseng?

It's just a little older, but it's just right, it's more than enough to promote yourself to the inner door, more than enough, more than enough.

Pluck out a few whiskers and hand them in, and the rest is your own.

"Little brother, don't get excited, let's talk about it, I don't think my little brother is a ruthless and unrighteous person, we just saved your life! There are also those precious elixirs that have been around for hundreds of years, my brothers have sent a lot of treasures to exchange them back, in our hearts, have we ever wanted to harm you?" The mandala didn't really want to leave, at this time he snorted and cried, talking about how much bitter history he had spent trying to save people.

"That's right, just kidding, it's all a misunderstanding! This red rope is tied, and my leg will be broken in a while, so you loosen it for my brother, just a little. "The ginseng has turned into a grass in the field, and a red rope is tightly tied to one of the slightly tender branches.

"It's almost there?" Zhang Xiaoan squatted down and asked gently.

"Just a little bit. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoan, who was full of nervousness, quickly pulled the rope tightly, and then completely relieved his heart. Seeing that the young man was so cautious, the man made a look of giving up.

"Kill it, kill it, just go back and I'll be the boss. Boy, don't be in a hurry to kill, you should check how the red ginseng retains its medicinal properties, how to say that he has also lived for tens of thousands of years, don't waste it, okay? More can.."

"If you go one step further, I'll do it. Zhang Xiaoan did not look at the motionless mandala in front of him, but leaned against the wall and looked at the shadow that had just crawled over the window behind him.

This little herb can have such a wonderful doppelganger technique. If it weren't for the lessons of the past, I might have really been tricked. But such a simple repetition of the same old trick, could it be that you really think you are an idiot?

Seeing the shadow of the window mountain swaying, but he looked frightened and didn't dare to take a step forward, a strong sense of crisis was born from Zhang Xiaoxin. How could this figure shake a little last time?

There was no time to turn back, Zhang Xiaoan made a sword towards the original mandala. A sword was slashed out, and the undefeated sword intent accompanied the wooden sword in his hand drew a three-foot deep ditch on the ground, and on the other side of the deep ditch, the mandala that silently moved the attack did not dare to move. The leaf that stretched out at the front had been cut in half.

"The young man is good at swordsmanship, I am not good at fighting herbs, I am planted in your hands today, and I am also benevolent, since I lost, I won't say much, can you please leave a whole corpse for my eldest brother?

"Can you spare my life. "Optimistic ginseng is really a little scared at the moment, and he can't make jokes anymore. bullied so many monk disciples in the field, but I didn't expect to be tied with a red rope by the monk after all.

This time, no matter what elixir he practiced, or how long he had been sealed, his hope of survival was really slim.

"You have to tell me first, why are you two scaring disciples here?" Zhang Xiaoan looked at these two herbs that were funny, but he didn't know how dangerous they were. I really didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

"For the sake of children and grandchildren, since this cave was opened up by Shu Mountain, it has been gradually occupied by monks, and those herbs that have not been opened for ten or eight years are counted, but these herbs that have lived for hundreds of years have no power to protect themselves, and we have a little bit of cultivation, so we should naturally stand up. ”

"Hey, we can't protect ourselves as herbs, let alone compete with you monks. Look at this land, which you call a weed, which one is not a hundred years old, and what is useless to the monks is called a weed. If you eradicate this place, you will dig deeper until you plant the herbs on my Medicine King Mountain, and when the time comes, I will hide and hide, and it will not be impossible to escape death. ”

Zhang Xiaoan held the sword in his hand, and forced the enemy back for the first time, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Indeed, if these two herbs had a plan for themselves, they would not have to go to great lengths to find so many precious herbs to save themselves. Feeling that his body was more than twice as strong as before, Zhang Xiaoan suddenly felt that even if his meridians were blocked, it seemed that he did not have no way to cultivate. This medicine refining body seems to be more convenient for one's own improvement.

As for these two herbs.

Is it to grab it and hand it over the rest to Uncle Duan, or what, is it just like that? That mandala is extremely treacherous, if he just released the red ginseng, he must not be caught and fed some ecstasy soup to become a fool to prevent revealing their secrets?

After thinking for a long time and sighing deeply, Zhang Xiaoan said slowly: "I promise not to kill this red ginseng, nor to hand you over to the sect, how about it? I just want some spirit grass to be promoted to an inner disciple." As long as you help me find enough spirit grass, I will untie the red rope. ”

"Second brother, don't promise him, he has found enough spiritual grass here, won't the monks who come here be thousands or hundreds of times more than before? You can leave me alone and turn him upside down! Then remember, protect our Medicine King Mountain." The red ginseng had a slender voice, obviously not receiving Zhang Xiaoan's affection.

"I promise you. "Mandala didn't hesitate without any hesitation. But Zhang Xiaoan was a little uneasy. Isn't this despicable?

"If I can, I will do my best to help you come up with a way to protect your children and grandchildren. But Mandala, you have to teach me all kinds of medicinal properties. Zhang Xiaoxin weighed for a long time, and this is already the biggest concession he can make for himself.

"You're willing to help!" the slender voice was full of incredulity.

"You know I'm a mandala?" said another herb that hadn't been caught, and there was more incredulity in his voice.

"Second brother, you grasp the point, you teach him the medicinal properties, he can help! Think about it, if you can catch such a powerful medicine king as me, this guy still has two brushes!"

Zhang Xiaoan glanced at the ginseng with disdain, and couldn't figure it out, why did this guy become the boss?