The end of the world is full of wind and dust;

A dream of cultivating immortals once in a hundred years, but seeing a lot of white bones.

Boiled wine with blood, and forged swords with a heart;

Stepping on the green mountains again, who knows Zhao Lang Qiandu?

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It's late autumn, and the mountains are red all over.

On the trail in the mountains, a teenager is walking. Look at his clothes, coarse cloth clothes, a pair of straw sandals, a poor boy from the countryside, carrying a thing behind him, wrapped in a strip of blue cloth, it looks like a sword.

This mountain range, called "Floating Mountain", is a big mountain in the South China Sea, but the spiritual veins here are scattered and difficult to condense, so it is not suitable for sectarian mountain gates.

The floating mountain is high and secluded, rich in all kinds of medicinal materials, attracting many people to go into the mountain to collect medicine, including ordinary medicine farmers, there are also people from the gangs of the rivers and lakes, and even disciples from the cultivation sect come to come.

The young man was walking, and there was a sound of footsteps in front of him, and soon two people came down, an old man and a young man, who carried bamboo baskets and some herbs, and were obviously medicine farmers who had gone up the mountain to collect medicines.

As he approached, the old medicine farmer suddenly stopped and asked, "Young man, are you going up the mountain?"

The boy smiled and replied, "Yes." ”

The old medicine farmer persuaded: "It's getting dark, go down quickly." ”

The boy asked, "What? I remember that many people would spend the night in the mountains collecting medicine." ”

The old medicine farmer sighed: "This time is different from the past, now this floating mountain is not rest......less," he said, and lowered his voice: "On the mountain, there are monsters, and they will come out at night and eat people!"

When it comes to the word "cannibalism", his face is a little pale.

The boy seemed surprised: "There are youkai?"

The old medicine farmer smiled bitterly: "I have been collecting medicine here for decades, and I have lied to you, but fortunately, the monster only haunts at night, and there is no movement during the day, so we dare to take advantage of this time to go up the mountain, but as long as it is dusk, we will go down immediately." ”

The young man asked, "There are monsters, isn't there a monk to get rid of the demons?"

The old medicine farmer waved his hand: "Don't mention it, a while ago, two Taoist priests came, claiming to be disciples of Baiyun Temple, and they wanted to go up the mountain to punish demons, but the next day, their bodies were found hanging on trees, disemboweled, and all their organs were eaten up, and they died a miserable death...... Young man, listen to my advice and turn back quickly. ”

The boy thanked him thoughtfully, but still walked forward.

The old medicine farmer wanted to speak and stopped, and finally had to sigh, he had said everything that should be said, and if others didn't listen to persuasion, he couldn't do anything.

The young man beside him muttered, "Grandpa, what do you care about him, don't you see a person carrying a sword weapon behind him?" ”

"So what? At a young age, what kind of ability can he cultivate, I can't bear to see him go to death. ”

The young man said: "That's not necessarily, the group of people who went up the mountain in the morning are also very young." ”

"So you don't understand, those few are from the South China Sea Sword Sect, and the young man just now is at most a loose cultivator. ”

The old medicine farmer has lived for most of his life, and he has seen a lot, but he knows a lot.

The young man listened, and his eyes showed a look of longing: "It's a pity that I can't do it, I wasn't selected by the South China Sea back then, and I can't get in; otherwise, I can now sing with a sword and be at ease......

The old medicine farmer's expression was gloomy when he heard this: "Ah Tu, go down the mountain quickly, don't talk about that......"

The sunset in the west mountain, shining a red glow for half a day. Birds chirped and flew back into the forest in flocks.

The boy had already reached the halfway point of the mountain, but he saw that the forest was dense and the mountain grass was overgrown, and it looked quite wild.

A dog suddenly appears next to him!

After a long time, the dog grew up, and his fur was normal, only a pair of eyes were white and black, and he looked sluggish and lifeless.

"Ngawang!"

The boy squatted down and reached out to touch the puppy's head, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions. Then he got up and continued on his way.

The puppy followed in the footsteps, like a special shadow.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and an unknown beast roared.

The boy suddenly stood still, standing on a rock, and watching the twilight all around. In the valley below, there is a lingering atmosphere, and it is difficult to see.

"It's been fifty years, and that ginseng should be ripe......"

This young man is none other than Zhao Lingtai. He left the Sword Sect and went all the way south to the South China Sea, when he passed through Fushan, he suddenly remembered an old incident.

Decades ago, he traveled here and accidentally found a seven-leaf blood ginseng somewhere in the back mountain.

This medicine is not bad, it has a wide range of uses, and it is the main drug of many kinds of pills. Eating it can nourish blood and qi, nourish meridians, and prolong life.

As the name suggests, when the seven-leaf blood ginseng is fully mature, it will grow seven leaves, and each leaf that grows takes 50 years.

At that time, Zhao Lingtai saw that the medicine had grown into six leaves.

In fact, at this time, it is possible to mine. Although it is not fully mature, and the efficacy is discounted, it is a rare medicine after all, and it is impossible to find it, and if you wait for another fifty years, there are not many variables. You can't live in the neighborhood and keep watch every day.

Fushan is rich in medicinal materials, but most of them are ordinary herbs, which are picked by medicine farmers and sold to medicine shops on the mountain to live as a living. And the more advanced medicinal herbs basically grow in steep and vicious places, and ordinary people can only sigh at it. Even some Medicine Sect disciples, if their cultivation is not enough, they don't dare to go deeper.

Because in those places, in addition to the treacherous terrain, there are also fierce beasts and poisonous insects.

The seven-leaf blood ginseng found by Zhao Lingtai grew on a cliff, which was quite hidden. At that time, he had thought about it, but in the end he gave up and left empty-handed.

Because at that time, he didn't need to use medicine, and at the same time, he felt that it was a pity to start at this time.

After leaving, as time passed, Zhao Lingtai gradually forgot about it. After all, he is a pure sword cultivator, obsessed with swords, not a person in the medicine sect like the Divine Pill Sect, and he doesn't have much interest in medicinal herbs and the like.

Now that I revisit the old place, I remembered this incident and wanted to climb the mountain to see if the seven-leaf blood ginseng was still there. In the words, of course, the excavation is taken. He wants to heal Jiang Shanghan's wounds, and he is about to use this medicine, and if it has been picked by others, he will not pause and beat his chest, be annoyed or angry.

Between heaven and earth, there are so many treasures, no matter who they are, they can't fully possess them. A seven-leaf blood ginseng is not unique to Fushan.

And what the old medicine farmer said on the mountain road, in Zhao Lingtai's opinion, was actually normal. It is not surprising that there are man-eating demon beasts in the huge floating mountain, as for the two disciples who were born in Baiyun Temple, failed to subdue demons, but suffered from them - to be honest, he has never heard of the name of Baiyun Temple, it should be a certain Jianghu force that has emerged in recent years. So what is the strength of the two Taoist priests, there is no need to say more.

Zhao Lingtai didn't have the habit of rushing to travel at night, so he wanted to find a nearby place to sleep well.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of gurgling water, and there should be a mountain spring and stream, so he followed the sound.

"Who?"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and a person was swept down from a tree next to him, holding a long sword in his hand, and pointed at Zhao Lingtai.