According to the Sword Sutra, if you want to break through in a short period of time, you need a lot of drug support, and you can maximize the effect with the Qi Gathering Pill.

Tan Hao cheekily asked Qiu Mo Ning to advance three months' salary, and after returning the money to Hao Chunyu, he took the rest of the money and rode to the Third Ring International Trade City, which is the largest wholesale market for medicinal materials in Nancheng and the largest single professional market for medicinal materials in the country.

The herbs taken from the source are definitely cheaper than those taken in the pharmacy, and they are much cheaper.

The 200,000-square-meter market is crowded with people, and now it is the season of Cordyceps market, and the well-known Chinese medicine halls and the company's most professional medicinal herbs from all over the country, including Hong Kong Island, Treasure Island and Ao Island, are all gathered here to buy on a large scale.

Today's quintessential Chinese medicine is declining.

The biggest reason is the shortage of Chinese medicinal materials and the lack of quality.

Although each big pharmaceutical company has established its own medicinal material base, the artificially cultivated medicinal materials can never catch up with the natural wild products.

After walking for half an hour in the Medicinal Material City, Tan Hao didn't have the courage to go down.

The medicinal materials written in the Sword Sutra are all here, but the year is a cut behind.

I just asked a ginseng shop, the price of 30-year-old wild ginseng is 1,000 yuan a gram, when Tan Hao asked the owner of the house, the price of 100-year-old wild ginseng, the shopkeeper looked at Tan Hao like looking at extinct dinosaurs.

The treatment suffered by several families was like this.

A bored shopkeeper sneered and said to Tan Hao, in this year, let alone a hundred years of wild ginseng, even a fifty-year-old wild ginseng is a rare price.

In the past five years, just last year, a ginseng picking team dug up a 50-year-old wild ginseng.

At that time, a video was also recorded, and the number of views exceeded 10 million.

This year, even the hair of the wild ginseng can be seen.

Walking out of the market, Tan Hao was also a little discouraged, and some things could never be seen again.

Old ginseng is one of the main medicines written in the Sword Sutra, and without old ginseng, there will be no effect.

However, even if he finds a century-old mountain ginseng, Tan Hao currently has no financial resources to buy it.

100-year-old wild ginseng, that price ......

Completely unimaginable astronomical figures.

Tan Hao had no choice but to change places and went to two medicinal herb markets.

Although it is not as big as the trade city, these two merchants have been doing it for a long time, and the medicinal materials are very complete. And, cheaply.

This is not as good as the Trade City, in addition to the store, there is also a large shed area in the middle, which is specially used for those small merchants and hawkers.

Most of the medicinal materials are produced in the mountainous areas of the city, and the medicinal properties and medicinal effects are medium.

Tan Hao started sourcing at these stalls.

In the blink of an eye, most of the money advanced was gone, but it was only enough for one-fifth of the sword scripture.

After walking around, it was already past one o'clock at noon, Tan Hao touched the money in his pocket and sighed softly

"Huh!?"

Tan Hao froze and turned back suddenly.

In a stall behind him, an inconspicuous herb burst into his eyes.

"Bloodweed?"

Tan Hao's eyes tightened suddenly, but he got off the board car quietly.

In front of me is a row of stalls placed in front of the medicinal herb market, it is said that there are no stalls here, but today is Saturday, and no one is working.

It is a good place to set up a stall here, and there is no need for a booth fee, which is the favorite of many low-level vendors.

Each stall was not large, just a snakeskin bag resting on the ground, and some medicinal herbs were placed on it.

Most of the stalls are filled with maca, codonopsis, an arrow, notoginseng, reishi and round ginseng.

There are also stalls with sun-dried bigfoot mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms and chicken fir trees, while others are dried peppercorns and wild fungus and mushrooms.

Most of the stalls are dressed in national costumes and have tanned skin.

Placed here, the popularity is obviously much better, there are many people who see it, there are also those who ask the price, most of the passers-by do not know how to do it, the medicinal materials are not moved, and there are a lot of people who buy wild fungus and mushrooms.

Tan Hao lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and followed the flow of people next to each other, stopping and watching each stall for half a minute, and finally squatted down in front of a stall.

The stall owner of this stall is a Tibetan girl, wearing a unique Tibetan robe, a string of amber necklaces hanging on her chest, high-top leather boots, a graceful figure, a well-behaved face, very eye-catching.

The stall is full of common medicinal herbs, and if you want to say special, there is a bottle of cordyceps and a bottle of saffron.

After Tan Hao got the consent of the Tibetan girl, he picked up the cordyceps and looked at it, asked a few random questions, and then flipped through other medicinal materials casually.

The cordyceps on the Tibetan girl's stall is not bad, and there are two people squatting next to Tan Hao, constantly rummaging and smelling saffron and other medicinal materials.

At this moment, Tan Hao quietly picked up a medicinal herb in his hand.

The herbs were ordinary, but they were a foot tall, brown all over, and the rhizomes were only five centimeters long, wrinkled, a bit like pine bark.

At the top there are four four-bladed branches, spread out in a quadrangular shape.

It's exactly the same as it is described in the Book of Swords.

Although it was shriveled and unspeakable, the sixteen leaves were intact.

Tan Hao's heart beat rapidly, and the deepest part of his pupils flashed the most frenzied throbbing.

This molten blood plant is very well preserved, and one has to admire that the person who picked it is definitely a master, and with this thing, there is no need for wild ginseng and other sundries.

Tan Hao grabbed the molten blood grass in his hand and was reluctant to put it down.

"Boss, what kind of herb is this?"

The Tibetan girl was not yet twenty years old, and Gao Yuanhong's face was flushed, but she was also generous and talked to Tan Hao.

"This is what I left behind, and I don't know what it is?"

The simple and honest girl was a little shy, and her delicate voice carried the pure fragrance of plateau grass.

Pola is also called grandfather and maternal grandfather in Tibetan.

"My grandfather didn't even tell us about this herb. ”

Tan Hao hummed, smelling the special fishy smell of the molten blood grass, even the fishy smell, I am afraid that the age of this molten blood grass will not be less than two hundred years, which is rare in the world.

Asked softly, "Why didn't you Bora come?"

The Tibetan girl's face showed a gloomy face: "Bora is gone, I am a student at the Nationalities College, and I come to set up a stall on Saturdays and Sundays." ”

"How much does this herb sell?"

"Fifty. ”

Tan Hao took out fifty yuan and handed it over, took the molten blood grass and got on the cart, blending into the rolling traffic.

Getting Molten Blood Grass was definitely an accident, and I didn't expect it, you know, the environment in which Molten Blood Grass grows is extremely demanding.

It can only be found on sacred mountains in Tibetan areas.

But its effect is extremely rebellious.

When passing by a gift shop, Tan Hao bought a long box, carefully put the molten blood grass in it, wrapped the outside with duct tape, and put it in his backpack.

He ate a bowl of somen noodles at Ah Bing's and rode his bicycle to Shui Shan Fang.