"What the hell is this?"

Seeing that the old man surnamed Qin left straight away with the others, there was no way out of the wilderness.

However, he didn't show it on the surface, and said to the white-haired old man who was called Senior Brother Wang: "Disciple to meet Senior Uncle Wang!"

The white-haired old man bowed slightly, walked back to the table and sat down, and said with a smile: "My nephew has such a cultivation at a young age, it's really terrifying!"

"Uncle Wang's praise!" said politely, "May I ask Uncle Wang's place to receive chores?"

"That's right!" the white-haired old man nodded, "Under normal circumstances, new disciples have a month to familiarize themselves with the situation in the door, and then receive their respective chores!"

The old man was a little puzzled when he saw the absurdity, and explained: "However, the situation has changed a little this time, so I will let you receive the chores in the door so quickly, so that the original manpower can be transferred out!"

Huang Wudao didn't ask any more questions, and said respectfully: "I don't know what chores Uncle Wang arranged for his disciples?"

"Don't dare to make arrangements!" the old man waved his hand and said, "The collection of chores in the door is randomly assigned, and whatever chores are drawn, you must do something, and you must not pick and choose!"

"But the desolate nephew, you are a little special this time, it is an errand arranged for you directly by the master of the door, this situation is very rare, the old man has been in the house for nearly a hundred years, and he has only encountered a few times!"

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man glanced at Huang Wudao with some curiosity, and sighed: "It's just that I don't know whether it is a praise or punishment for you, but I was arranged to go to your Uncle Kong's medicine garden!"

Huang Wudao was stunned for a moment, and then said sincerely, "Uncle Wang, is there anything special about this medicine garden?"

"How can you say this...... "The white-haired old man smiled bitterly, "It stands to reason that the miscellaneous work of planting should be relatively easy, but the exception is this work of taking care of the medicine garden, for ordinary disciples, this miscellaneous work is making things a little more difficult!"

Many disciples take care of the medicine garden, and when they are handed over at the end of the year, not only will they not be rewarded, but they will also be fined a lot of spirit stones, and they can only rely on a mandatory lottery to send out tasks every year!"

Huang Wudao humbly asked: "What is the difficulty of taking care of the medicine garden? Why can't so many people complete it? I also ask Uncle Wang to tell me that the disciples of the province have made mistakes at that time!"

"Alas, if Master Han wants to know the details of this work, you can take a look at this relevant file, otherwise the old man will not be able to tell you clearly with his mouth for a while. ”

The white-haired old man looked bold, walked into the room and took out the jade slip and waved it, the blue light flashed, and several scrolls fell into the hands of Huang Wudao.

Huang Wudao frowned imperceptibly, this Uncle Wang is too enthusiastic, he is a new disciple, there is no need to be so patient with himself.

But after thinking about it, maybe this Uncle Wang was instructed by the master of the door to arrange the ridiculous chores.

But he didn't know the identity of the absurd, so he had an attitude of not being offended.

Thinking of this, he remained silent, pretending to be flattered, and took the scroll and unfolded it to take a closer look.

The contents of the scrolls are not long, but they record the work of the previous gatekeepers who took care of the medicine garden, and their self-justification for failure.

Therefore, Huang Wudao saw it quickly, and soon understood the main work content of the medicine garden, as well as the precautions.

The white-haired old man sighed: "The old man thinks about the nephew, you probably know the difficulties of taking care of the medicine garden, the medicine garden is in charge of your Uncle Kong, the punishment he set is really a bit severe, although the rewards are equally rich, but it is not so easy to get your hands on it!"

Hearing this, Huang Wudao said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang! But the work of this medicine garden is quite an appetite for the disciple, and the disciple will definitely go all out!"

The white-haired old man was a little stunned, but he didn't say anything more, nodded and said, "Since the master and nephew are so confident, it's a good thing!

Then this Uncle Wang manipulated the magic weapon and flew away with the barren road, and about half an hour, the two came to a depression under a mountain bag.

The place is shrouded in thick fog, and it is impossible to see the situation inside clearly from the outside, so it should be forbidden by someone.

The white-haired old man Uncle Wang took out a jade plaque from his arms, and took a photo towards the prohibition, and suddenly a green light flew into the dense fog from the jade plaque.

"Come in!"

A moment later, an old voice came from inside, and then the thick fog in front of him quickly dispersed like ice and snow melting.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Wang led the desolate road and hurriedly walked in, and the dense fog behind him slowly gathered again.

Entering the prohibition, the place where he was found was a small valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, leaving only one valley mouth in and out, which was really a skillful craftsman.

Following a path paved with stones, the two meandered forward, finally stopping in front of a courtyard with a plaque that read "Medicine Garden".

From the outside, the yard is quite large, about several acres in size, and the courtyard wall built with bluestone masonry is more than one person high.

Before the person entered the hospital, a strong medicinal fragrance came out of it, which lifted the spirit of the absurd and undao.

"Senior Brother Kong, the new Medicine Garden boy has already been brought here for you, Senior Brother, I'll leave first!"

After speaking, without waiting for an answer inside, Uncle Wang bowed slightly at Huang Wudao, turned his head and left quickly.

It's not a haunted house, so that's it......

Huang Wudao glanced at it a little speechlessly, and the back of Uncle Wang was in a hurry.

"Why are you standing outside stupidly, come in quickly!" said an impatient voice from inside the courtyard.

Huang Wudao was stunned for a moment, then pushed open the courtyard door and walked in.

Several bamboo huts made of bamboo and thatch are located in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by plots of land that have been divided.

The ravines are neatly arranged, and each plot is lush with many medicinal herbs and fruits, as well as some strange-looking plants.

The whole garden exudes a faint aura, full of vitality, if you take a breath, you suddenly feel very comfortable.

"Come into the house!"

Huang Wudao smiled slightly bitterly, walked towards the room with the door open in the middle, and stepped in.

At this time, a thin and short old man sat in the room, looking dissatisfiedly at the desolate road that had just entered.

The old man looked to be about fifty years old, with two gray mustaches, and unkempt hair, which at first glance he thought was an old beggar.

But those somewhat cloudy eyes, but occasionally flashed with essence, which showed that they were not as unbearable as they looked.

"You are the medicine garden boy sent by the deacon hall, you are so young, and your cultivation is so low!" the old man glanced up and down.

Then his face sank, he blew his beard and glared, "The guy surnamed Qin must be perfunctory to the old man, and the person sent is not as good as once, is he going to completely mess up the old man's medicine garden?"

"I knew that the old guy in Qin Su didn't have a good heart, and he must have given him the furnace of chalcedony pill that the old man refined last time, so he would hold a grudge......

The little old man muttered and cursed, but the absurd and unorthodox had already learned about his strange temper from the scroll, so he didn't care.

Huang Wudao stepped forward and said, "The disciple is Huang Wudao, I have seen Uncle Kong!"

The little old man rolled his eyes and said angrily: "You kid should know what you should do before you come, right? You can hand in fewer herbs in the first month, but don't damage the plants, and the scale of the medicine garden should at least remain the same, do you understand?"

"Disciple understands!" said the desolate Dao.

Probably because Huang Wudao was very respectful from beginning to end, and did not show the slightest impatience, so this Master Kong's eyes eased slightly.

"There are some books about the treasures of heaven and earth in the study room on the left, as well as the old man's experience in taking care of the medicine garden when he has nothing to do, you take a look at it first, and I'll come back in a few days, ask me if you don't understand anything!"

Master Kong got up and walked towards the door, and when he arrived at the door, he seemed to remember something, and turned around and threw a dark green wooden sign to Huang Wudao.

"This is the forbidden token of the medicine garden here, so keep it!"

As he spoke, he went straight out the door.

"Thank you, uncle, disciple remember!"

Deserted Dao bowed from afar and put away the wooden card in his hand.

"It seems that the vision when I was testing the spirit root at the beginning of the previous period probably attracted the attention of the higher-ups of the Aoba Gate, but they should not have come to any specific conclusions. 」

Huang Wudao secretly thought, now it seems that since he has directly arranged himself to this medicine garden, he may have the meaning of being left out in the cold.

However, the crooked fight is right, and the wilderness just needs a clean and undisturbed place to do your own thing with peace of mind.

Isn't this almost isolated medicine garden just the place to go?

Simply cleaned up a bamboo hut as his residence, and desolate himself devoted himself to cultivation.