More than a month passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was time to transplant the herb seedlings once a month.

The date of transplanting the herbs this time has not changed as last time, and it is the usual practice at the end of this month.

On the third day after transplanting the herbs, Steward Zhao left the medicine garden where he had been staying for more than half a year with a carriage from Liangcheng and rushed to the place where he worked.

Before leaving, Steward Zhao asked for a table of wine from the Tongfu Inn, which was regarded as a casual meal for leaving the medicine garden.

During the banquet, Steward Zhao once again instructed Ding Qi about the medicine garden, and told him some other necessary things before he could leave with confidence.

"When Steward Zhao left, he said that there would be no new outer gate to take over this medicine garden in a short period of time, which seems to be true. A few days later, Ding Qi came back from eating at the Tongfu Inn and thought to himself.

It has been several days since Steward Zhao left the medicine garden.

Originally, this medicine garden was remote, and when others were around, it still seemed empty. Now this medicine garden, only Ding Qi lives alone, and it is even more quiet.

Especially now, when it is already dark, the entire medicine garden has a feeling of being completely detached from the world.

Ding Qi didn't hate this, and even liked it.

Steward Zhao had been gone for a few days, but the Qingyun Sect had not heard the news of sending a new outer gate to come for a long time. Although Ding Qi was quite concerned about this, he was not surprised.

When leaving, Steward Zhao had already told Ding Qi that this situation might occur.

"The battle for the head of the Qingyun faction has reached the most critical time. Now during this time, it is estimated that there is no time to care about such a trivial matter as dispatching the outer door to walk. Thinking of this, Ding Qi couldn't help but shake his head.

He learned from Steward Zhao that the battle within the Qingyun faction had entered a critical moment.

Now everyone in the Qingyun Sect is focusing on the battle that is about to decide the head of the family, and other things are put aside and will not be dealt with until the head is born.

Among them, this includes the matter of rearranging the outer door to walk through the medicine garden where Ding Qi is located.

Although Ding Qi is the only one left in the medicine garden now, it has no impact on his life. He still followed his own plan, going up the mountain to collect medicine and practice innate skills.

After practicing the first layer of innate skills and discovering the magical effect of this exercise on the body, Ding Qi seized any time to practice innate skills.

Today, he was also at the inn, finishing his meal as fast as possible, and then hurried back to the medicine garden to carry out his routine cultivation.

After feeling the strange effect of the innate gong at the beginning, after these days, Ding Qi also found that this exercise improved more than just his own eyesight.

The other five senses, other than vision, have also been greatly improved.

This discovery made him very happy for a while.

With the increase of the innate power true qi in his body, especially after cultivating to the first layer of the innate power, it was easier for him to search for the phoenix tail grass.

Through this period of going up the mountain to collect medicine, Ding Qi estimated the speed at which he was collecting medicine now.

On average, the rate at which he picks anchovies per day has stabilized at the level of three plants per day.

With the amount of anchovy in his hand, it became more and more again. A few days before Steward Zhao left, Ding Qi went to Liangcheng again, sold them, and bought the main medicine for refining pills from the pharmacy in Liangcheng.

Thinking of this, Ding Qi returned to the house in the medicine garden. Soon after, he entered the cultivation of innate skills.

In the next few days, Ding Qi was still cultivating while going up the mountain to collect medicine.

On this day, Ding Qi came back from the mountain with a look of excitement on his face that was quite different from usual.

This kind of smile usually only appears when he harvests much more anchovy grass than usual. However, in the past two months, the most harvested one, I have never seen him so happy.

When he returned to Qixia Town, he did not go to the inn to eat first as usual, but returned directly to the medicine garden.

In the room, Ding Qi excitedly unloaded the basket behind him, then opened the lid of the basket and took out a lilac tuber the size of half a palm.

Looking at the pimpled tuber in his hand, the smile on Ding Qi's face became even stronger.

He found three anchovies in the forest today, which was not much, just average. The reason why I am so happy now is because of this inconspicuous rhizome in my hand.

This stem was discovered by chance when Ding Qi was looking for anchovy grass in the mountains today. Although the tuber looks inconspicuous, looking at Ding Qi's cautious attitude towards this stem, you can know that this thing is not an ordinary thing.

In fact, it is precisely because of this lilac tuber in Ding Qi's hand, called Zizhi, that it is a rather precious herb.

Compared with the old ginseng he bought from the pharmacy in Liangcheng some time ago, it is much more valuable.

In addition to the anchovy grass produced in Qixia Mountain, there are also precious herbs such as mountain ginseng. These perennial medicinal herbs are all grown in the extreme depths of the mountains and forests, and the medicinal herbs on the periphery of the mountains and forests have long been picked up many years ago, and it is generally difficult to find them again. Only herbs such as anchovies, which wither once a year, will not be emptied.

Ding Qi was extremely lucky to be able to stumble upon a Zizhi strain this time.

Looking at the piece of Zizhi in his hand, Ding Qi was happy at the same time, and his brain began to turn: "This Zizhi has been for more than ten years, which is quite precious. Think about how to use it. ”

Due to the relationship between taking care of the medicine garden, Ding Qi's knowledge of medicinal herbs is quite sufficient. Things like judging the year of a medicinal herb,

In the herbal notebook he had read, it had been recorded, and it was not difficult for him.

According to his judgment, the age of this piece of Zizhi in his hand is probably about ten years old.

"I remember that among the several pills recorded on the brocade silk, there doesn't seem to be a place where the herb Zizhi is used. Ding Qi thought to himself.

The prescriptions recorded on the brocade silk were quite complicated, and Ding Qi had read them many times, but he did not write down all the medicines needed for all the prescriptions. Looking back now, he wasn't sure if he needed Zizhi to refine the pill by himself.

Thinking of this, Ding Qi took out the brocade silk from his arms.

Unfolding the brocade silk, he moved his gaze to the place where the Danfang was recorded, and looked at it seriously.

"Sure enough, in all the Danfangs, there is no place where Zizhi is used. Ding Qi thought after putting the brocade back away.

After figuring this out, he already had a plan for the piece of Zizhi in his hand.

He planned to sell this piece of Zizhi and use it to buy medicine for refining the elixir used to assist in cultivation.

"I already have the two main medicines needed to refine the pill in my hand, and if I sell this piece of Zizhi again, I should be able to basically gather all the medicines needed to refine the pill. Thinking of this, Ding Qi showed an excited look of great anticipation on his face.

On the second day, Ding Qi rushed to Liangcheng again with the anchovy grass he had picked these days and the piece of purple mushroom that had been more than ten years old.