[Chapter 384 A Poisonous Weed]
Bai Shan was frightened by Yang Yiyu’s demands last night. He was originally ordered to serve Yang Yiyu, but this master wanted this and that, and he really had no way to deal with it.
Wudang sandalwood and white bear skin were all treasures of those old monsters in Wudang. Where could he go to get them?
Now he could only hide from Yang Yiyu. Who knew what Yang Yiyu wanted?
Thinking about the scene of going to find a master uncle last night, Bai Shan wanted to cry.
“Master uncle, I heard that you still have a white bear skin in your hand. Can you give it up? I can exchange it for something?” Bai Shan spoke kindly to the master uncle.
“What good things can you have?”
“I still have half a box of sandalwood in my hand.”
“Haha, kid, do you think I’m stupid?”
“If it’s not Uncle Master, how about one box?”
“Get lost~”
“Uncle Master, actually which grandmaster wants the white bear skin~”
“You little brat actually used the grandmaster to threaten me, you’re asking for a beating.”
“Ah~Uncle Master, it was really the grandmaster who wanted it.”
“I don’t believe you, you haven’t beaten me enough, right?”
“Oh, why are you still hitting me, you old man~”
“You’re making me angry, I’ll beat you to death today.
“Ah, oh…”
…
Thinking of this, Baishan wanted to cry.
He couldn’t even collect a white bear skin, let alone hundreds of kilograms of sandalwood. The sandalwood was kept by the master. The master treated it as a treasure. Asking for one or two was like cutting meat, let alone hundreds of kilograms.
But he couldn’t collect hundreds of kilograms of sandalwood and ten white bear skins, and he couldn’t explain to Yang Yiyu. Seeing Yang Yiyu, Baishan just hid.
The things he had explained hadn’t been done yet, and there was no guarantee what the master would ask for.
However, he didn’t have time to run away before he was seen by Yang Yiyu.
Turning around, he forced out a smile and said, “Master, you got up so early, why don’t you sleep a little longer?”
Yang Yiyu squinted his eyes and said, “If sleeping can improve the realm of a cultivator, I hope I can sleep a little longer. I wonder why you, old man, ran away when you saw me?”
“No, no, I have something urgent to do. I’m so happy to see the master that I can’t wait to run. “Bai Shan said with a smile.
“Haha, it’s the best if there is none. Why haven’t the sandalwood and white bear skin that I asked you to prepare last night been delivered to me yet?” Yang Yiyu asked him while looking at Bai Shan’s pair of panda eyes and holding back his smile.
Today’s Bai Shan stared at a pair of panda eyes, and it was obvious that he had been beaten up.
Bai Shan’s mouth twitched and he forced a smile and said, “I’m preparing for the master~”
“How long will it take? Why prepare for such a small thing? Send it to me tomorrow, that’s all, I’m going to go out for a walk. “Yang Yiyu guessed something from Baishan’s expression. It is very likely that sandalwood and white bear skin are really a problem for him.
This also shows that Wudang’s sandalwood and white bear skin are really good things. The more so, the more
Yang wants them. Of course, it is more of a deliberate effort to make things difficult for Baishan. Who made this old guy not tell him the truth at the beginning? If it weren’t for the sharp weapon like dragon scale, he would have jumped into the fire pit. So Yang Yiyu was deliberately making things difficult for Baishan.
After he finished speaking, Yang turned around and left without paying any attention to Baishan.
“No, Grandmaster, I really can’t find so many… Grandmaster, Grandmaster…” Baishan shouted to Yang Yiyu with a bitter face, but Yang ignored him at all.
“Aren’t you going to kill me? “Bai Shan was talking to himself, thinking that he should go and discuss it with his master Ming Jue.
If the white bear skin is not enough, he must prepare some sandalwood for his master, otherwise he is at least a second-level ancient warrior.
Now Yang Yiyu has a high prestige in Wudang. If he can’t do any of the requirements raised by his master, he will be out of the game.
Wouldn’t he become a joke in everyone’s mouth?
Then Bai Shan gritted his teeth and walked towards his master’s dojo. Yang Yiyu
strolled along the way, asked about Qian Jue’s cultivation, and prepared to find Qian Jue.
He was thinking about Qian Jue’s Nine-turn Resurrection Grass.
It is one of the ten great spiritual medicines in the world of cultivation, and it has become extinct in the world of cultivation.
A leaf and a flower represent a thousand years, and each stage can refine a first-turn elixir.
And Qian Jue
If the Jue Medicine Garden really has the three-leaf, three-flower Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass, he can refine the Three-Turn Golden Pill, and then his cultivation level will be improved.
Thinking of this, Yang couldn’t help but drool.
Of course, before seeing it, everything is still uncertain. Qian Jue’s description is not much different from the record in Yang Yiyu’s mind.
The entire Wudang Sect is located in a very vast area. Every Xiantian almost occupies a small hill as a training ground.
The higher the strength and status, the larger the hill occupied, and the more abundant the spiritual energy.
So Qian Jue’s training ground is easy to find.
Yang Yiyu asked a Wudang disciple and knew that Qian Jue lived in Qian Jue Peak.
The mountain was named after him, which made Yang Yiyu roll his eyes in his heart. It was really showy.
But it is understandable that the world law that the strong are respected, strength naturally determines everything. Qian Jue is the number one master of Wudang, and his dojo is also the largest and best in the entire Wudang.
Originally, the Wudang disciples wanted to lead Yang Yiyu, but Yang refused.
Because he wanted to show off.
Anyway, the secret of flying has been made public in Wudang, and he doesn’t care about anything. Seeing Qian Jue Peak thousands of meters away, he used the wind control technique and flew away in the envy of many Wudang disciples.
It took less than two minutes to reach the sky above Qian Jue Peak and saw the building located halfway up the mountain. Without asking, you know it is Qian Jue’s dojo.
When he was about to fly down, he saw Qian Jue running out in a hurry, and shouted from a distance: “Welcome the master to Qian Jue Peak.”
Yang Yiyu landed and smiled and said directly: “Qian Jue, I am here to visit your medicine garden.”
“It is Qian Jue’s honor for the master to come. I will take you there now.”
Qian Jue said and took Yang Yiyu into the gate, bypassing the main hall directly and coming to the back of the main hall.
“Master, this is my medicine garden.” Qian Jue pointed to a garden covering one or two acres and looking lush and green.
In fact, in Yang Yiyun’s eyes, it was a garden. The whole medicine garden seemed to be full of various flowers and vegetation that Yang Yiyun had never seen.
It was more like a garden.
However, the fragrant smell of medicine wafted in, proving that it was a medicine garden, not a flower garden.
It looked carefully taken care of.
While walking and looking, Qian Jue introduced to Yang Yiyun that he cultivated the medicine garden just for the sake of beauty. The spiritual medicines planted were mainly for viewing. Many spiritual medicines were transplanted from secret places all over the country.
Yang Yiyun walked along the way, but he was shocked in his heart, because he found that many spiritual medicines in Qian Jue’s medicine garden could only be seen in the spiritual medicine encyclopedia of cultivation.
Originally, I thought that the spiritual medicines recorded in the spiritual medicine classics would need to go to the cultivation world in the future to see, but I didn’t expect that he saw 20 to 30 kinds in Qian Jue’s medicine garden.
These spiritual medicines can be used to refine more than ten kinds of elixirs.
Some are of low age, but the varieties are rare, and some are ordinary but have a long age.
If it weren’t for Qian Jue’s introduction, Yang Yiyu would have thought that he had walked into a treasure house of spiritual medicine.
When he was thinking about how to ask Qian Jue for these spiritual medicines, Qian Jue said something that made Yang Yiyu almost want to kiss him.
Of course, it would be fine if it was a woman, but forget about men.
Qian Jue said, “Master, if you like any useful spiritual medicine, just tell me, I will have someone dig it out and send it to you. In the past, I was only busy playing with these unrealistic things, but I forgot the real martial arts experience. In the future, I will not do anything else. I don’t want these medicine gardens anymore. Keeping them will only be a waste of energy.”
Yang Yiyu’s eyes lit up when he heard it, and he immediately said, “In this case, I won’t be polite. Later, you have someone dig them all out and send them to Donglai Pavilion. I will refine a few furnaces of elixirs and give them to you. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste, right?”
“Yes, yes, Master is right. These spiritual medicines can only play their due value in the hands of Master~” Qian Jue was very happy that Yang Yiyu promised to refine elixirs, and he quickly agreed.
Yang didn’t show any expression on his face, but he was so happy that he wanted to jump up. He planned to transplant all the herbs in Qianjue’s medicine garden to the Qiankun Pot space. There were large tracts of land in the Qiankun Pot space that were empty. He believed that planting these spiritual herbs in it would definitely bring him huge returns.
The key is that there are several kinds of spiritual herbs here that are rare spiritual herbs even in the spiritual medicine books of cultivation. For alchemists, it is a treasure trove of spiritual herbs. Anyway, Yang Yiyu will not have to worry about alchemy in the future after accepting them.
The two walked and talked, and when they came to a small garden surrounded by white jade, Qianjue stopped and said, “Master, that is the three-leaf flower.”
Yang Yiyu looked along his finger and was shocked. He shouted in his heart, “It is… the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass~” It is
exactly the same as recorded in his mind, no matter the smell or the appearance.
Now he is 100% sure that it is the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass.
It is indeed a three-leaf three-flower, and it is in full bloom.
But then Yang Yiyun was shocked again, and looked around the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass. Unexpectedly, there was another spiritual medicine growing there, which was as black as ink and also emitted a foul smell.
This reminded him of another spiritual medicine in the brain black, a poisonous grass – the magic grass.
(End of this chapter)
