For the basic function of Zifu (floating island), Baili is defined as "farming". The entire Zifu system, Baili has also made a relatively complete setting.

However, one person does not think as much as a group of people. If you have any thoughts and suggestions on the functions of the Purple Mansion, you may wish to make a post to talk about it and make some contributions to improving the functions of the Purple Mansion. If the idea is good, maybe add it to the article. I think the more this kind of advice, the better.

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Ye Qin thought about it for a long time, and decided to spend more time on collecting herbs and cultivating, and used time to slowly fade the relationship between him and several junior brothers and sisters. As long as it takes a long time, whether it is resentment or grudge, it will eventually disappear without a trace.

Ye Qin made a request to Master Wang Cai, hoping that he would be able to enter the mountain for three or five months or even longer, and then go back to the Medicine Picking Hall. This way he can collect more herbs so that he doesn't waste too much time on the road.

Moreover, he vaguely explained that he didn't want to fight with Yang Yicheng and Feng Xiao.

Pharmacist Wang Cai was a little surprised.

There are many old medicine pickers in the medicine collection hall, and they are only in Zhuqi County once a year for most of the year. The vast majority of young medicine picking apprentices can't stand the loneliness, and they will go to the county seat every month to dispel the loneliness of medicine collection in the tavern in the county town. Even those young herb pickers are not willing to stay in the mountains for a long time, and they will come back in a month or two.

Since Ye Qin wanted to calm down and collect medicine, of course Master Wang allowed it.

Ye Qin carried a large herbal medicine basket on his back, took half a year's worth of oil and salt, left Zhuqi County, and walked thousands of miles away. The area under the jurisdiction of Zhuqi County is thousands of miles in radius, with deep mountains and old ditches, dangerous peaks and mountains, and countless rivers and streams.

The most frequented places for the herb pickers in the medicine collection hall are the medicine collection points within a month or two miles in the range of 200 to 500 miles. Many remote old ditches have not been visited by people from the medicine collection hall at all.

The farther he goes, it's actually more convenient to collect medicine. You might be able to pick the best herbs that are decades old.

After a few days, Ye Qin gasped slightly, took a pickaxe and shovel, and climbed a steep mountain. He had come to this mountain a year earlier, and had picked a rare grass from the rocks on the back mountainside, and had picked up a gray egg from the eagle's nest and eaten it. He almost died under the claws of a flock of gray eagles.

All the changes in myself came from that adventure.

He had searched for most of the books on herbal medicine identification in the library of herbs in the library of herbs in the Medicine Picking Hall, but he did not find any record of the little green grass. He even went so far as to ask an experienced old herb picker, who had never heard of that kind of little grass, and didn't believe that there was such a grass in the world that could produce dew at noon.

Because he didn't want to risk collecting medicine again, he gradually forgot about this place.

After a year, he suddenly remembered this incident again, and Ye Qin decided to come here again to take a look. Since there was once one here, it is likely that there will be a second, or even more. It is very uncomfortable for a medicine picker to find a rare herb and plant but not be able to identify it.

Ye Qin went to the top of the mountain, practiced for half a day, and came to the top of the peak under a boulder.

There was no change here, almost the same as when he left, and even the bones of the grass snake that he had eaten were still there, but the ashes left by cooking in the pot were blown away by the wind and rain, and the traces were not very obvious.

Ye Qin put the big herb basket on the grass, found some game on the peak, cooked it, and ate it. Look at the sun in the west, it is already afternoon, and it is not good to go to the cliff to collect medicine at this time, and it is easy to lose sight as soon as it gets dark. It's better to rest as soon as possible, and it's not too late to go early in the morning.

He sat cross-legged beside the boulder at the top of the peak and began to practice with his eyes closed.

As usual, first continue to run the Great Zhou Tian to transform the essence in the body into white mang, which is the vitality mentioned in the "Sitting and Forgetting Sutra".

Then, the divine consciousness sank into the floating island of the endless void and turned into a ball of white light.

Chase and absorb those white rays on the floating islands to enhance the energy of the ball of light.

Ye Qin was already very skilled in this process, and every time he absorbed, even though the increased energy was extremely limited, it could bring him a refreshing sense of pleasure. He floated freely on the floating island, chasing the wisp of white light.

As he became familiar with the floating island, Ye Qin gradually knew that the purple thunder in the endless void would not easily approach this floating island. Even if he met it by chance, as long as he hid in the aperture shield of the Natal Yuan God Monument, then Zi Lei would not be able to enter the aperture shield to hunt him down.

On this floating island, he is very safe.

After Ye Qin "ate" six traces of white mang, he was carefully searching for the last trace of white mangs today. He runs seven big days a day, so no more, no less, every day there will be seven white rays.

It's strange that the white light doesn't know where to drift, and he can't find it in mid-air.

A shredded piece of meat is also meat, as early as when he was wandering in the past, Ye Qin had developed the habit of not letting go of any bit of food, and he didn't plan to let it go.

Ye Qin floated in the air several zhang high, carefully looking at the bare rocks of the undulating mountains within a radius of nearly a mile on the floating island, trying to find out the traces of the white mang. The floating islands are mainly flat, but there are also some rocky hills.

Could it be that the white mangs are hiding in the crevices of the rocks?

If it is in the crevices of the rocks, I am afraid it is difficult to find, and there are a lot of concave and convex rocks on the island, and I am afraid that I will not find them after spending half a day.

Ye Qin was not in a hurry to find it, but waited in mid-air above the island.

Under normal circumstances, even if Bai Mang had gotten into a crack in the rock, it would not have been long before he would have swam out again so that he could see.

But Ye Qin waited for a long time, but he didn't see the white light come out again, and he couldn't help but be secretly anxious. He thought for a moment, and immediately sank, drifting into the crevices of the rocks, to see what was going on.

There are too many crevices in the rocks, and it is difficult to find.

Ye Qin drilled around in a large number of narrow rock crevices, looking curiously with his probe. Some of these gaps are only half an inch, and some are only a hole. If he weren't a small ball of light now, he wouldn't be able to get in. It was rare that he hadn't ventured into these crevices of the bare gray rocks, for there was nothing here, and he wouldn't have come here if it weren't for that white glow.

As he was drifting, he suddenly stopped alertly.

Sniffed vigorously.

There was a faint smell of incense, a little like the smell of herbs, a little like the smell of moist dew in the grass in the morning, what was it?

Ye Qin was stunned for a moment, and quickly looked around, but he didn't see anything special.

He smelled the fragrance and drifted over.

A little farther away, a few feet away, the smell gradually becomes inaudible, and it must be very close to smell it.

After a few turns in the crevices of the rocks, the smell became stronger and stronger.

Passing through a gap, suddenly, Ye Qin's eyes suddenly opened up.

Each of the five tender little dew grasses has a leaf, and the tip of the leaf hangs a drop of weeping dew, which grows crisply on a small patch of limestone. Even their roots still have a little mud sticking to them.