Chapter 602 There is a Little Medicine Fairy in the Mountain (2)
But the medicine fairy is not friendly to the people. He goes out once a year and ignores the thousands of people asking for medicine. He goes to a restaurant to drink. After he is drunk, let alone practicing medicine and giving medicine, he can't even walk.
The unreliable name of Medicine Immortal was just created in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
In addition, in addition to his superb medical skills of living dead human flesh and white bones, Yaoxian is also famous throughout the Zhou Dynasty, and even throughout the continent.
That's the look.
There are only a few people in the world who have seen the true appearance of the Medicine Fairy, but those who are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his face are all fascinated and unable to sleep at night.
Everyone knows that the Medicine Fairy is dressed in white all year round, with a curtain hat and a silver-white bone fan in his hand. He has an extraordinary temperament, with three thousand black hair falling on his shoulders. He has a tall and slender figure. .
The respect and admiration of the world has created the unattainable status of the Medicine Immortal in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The 132nd year of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Swaggering Beishan.
A dense mulberry forest, the deepest in the forest, has a green brick hut, surrounded by a long fence and a high yard. The outside of the wall is covered with layers of Uncinia. The breeze blows, and the leaves of the mulberry trees rustle and faintly. The mist filled the air, making the cabin look increasingly misty and dusty.
The yard was filled with various kinds of celestial herbs and elixirs. There was a three-tiered shelf in the center of the yard filled with dried ginseng.
There is a green leaf in the corner, swaying in the wind.
…
Jiang Tang opened his eyes again and confirmed that his sight was indeed only five centimeters high.
A giant ant crawled past her, and two birds that looked bigger than helicopters stopped in front of her, fluttering their colorful wings.
Jiang Tang calmed down for three seconds, trying to dig out something from the original owner's memory.
Then...
Empty.
The original owner has no memory or thinking.
Jiang Tang was a little confused. She wanted to move her hands and feet, and then there was a splashing sound above her head, which was the sound of leaves swaying and rubbing together.
Jiang Tang moved again, and the leaves above his head hung down directly, and they were bright green.
"Banban, there is grass growing on my head."
"Well, I saw it." Jiang Tang wanted to ask, but suddenly he heard a chirping sound coming from all directions, as if he had entered a flock of ducks.
"I am five hundred years old!"
"I am six hundred years old! No, six hundred and three years!"
"I am a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng! What do you think these hundreds of years are like!"
……
Jiang Tang: "..."
She asked tentatively.
"What are you discussing?"
After a while, a soft voice actually spoke back to her.
"The old man is competing to see who is older."
Ginseng?
Who is older?
Ginseng essence?
"Then let's..."
"We are all new here, don't interrupt."
Jiang Tang suddenly realized what he said.
Oh, it turns out she is a ginseng spirit.
As a newcomer, Jiang Tang quickly became involved with the brothers and sisters around him. No one could see what each other looked like, but the first thing he said every morning was:
Your leaves are growing in good spirits today!
Yours is also very good!
The old ginseng is in a group of its own, fighting over who is older every day, while the young ginseng flatters each other and creates some entertainment activities in their boring lives.
Jiang Tang thought it was good to be a ginseng. He could lie down and think about life. The soil was fertile and he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking every day.
Listening to the story told by the little ginseng next door all day long.
#On the principles of ginseng essence cultivation. #
#Some old people participate in young people participating in two or three things. #
# Wastewood Ginseng is the path to cultivating immortality against the heavens. #
Jiang Tang listened with gusto, but it was a pity that there were no melon seeds.
(End of chapter)