Chapter 687: Golden Sacred Fruit and Red Sacred Fruit
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Half of Baoxian County is mountainous and the other half is plain water town. Yu Chaoqun's hometown is located in that mountainous area.
The journey was long, so Wu Bei took the opportunity to ask Yu Chaoqun some questions.
"Do you often dig ginseng in your hometown?" he asked.
Yu Chaoqun said with a smile: "No. When I was a child, ginseng was not produced in my hometown. Starting about five years ago, people often dug up ginseng. In recent years, the reputation of our hometown for ginseng has also spread, and many ginseng products from other places have spread.
People run over there to dig ginseng."
Wu Bei: "So, the production of ginseng in your hometown only started in recent years?"
Yu Chaoqun nodded: "Yes, Master Wu."
Wu Bei: "You said that outsiders came to dig ginseng. Did they gain anything?"
Yu Chaoqun: "Of course there is something to gain! If you are an ordinary person, you will often be driven away by the locals within a short time. But sometimes the people who come are very fierce, and the locals don't dare to provoke them."
Wu Bei: "Who is it?"
Yu Chaoqun: "I heard they are visitors from out of town. They know martial arts and kill people without blinking an eye."
"Is it easy to get ginseng in your hometown now?"
Yu Chaoqun: "It's not particularly easy. It mainly depends on luck. Some people can't dig a small ginseng for ten and a half days. But some people can dig big ginseng just by going up the mountain."
Speaking of wild ginseng, Yu Chaoqun sighed and said: "In the past, when ginseng did not appear, everyone lived in harmony. Now that wild ginseng is produced, people in the town often fight to fight for wild ginseng.
There have been several murder cases."
Wu Beidao: "A good ginseng is worth tens of millions, so competition is inevitable."
Let's talk a little while the car enters Baoxian County.
As soon as he entered Baoxian County, Wu Bei opened the car window and looked at the mountains on both sides. There was a faint aroma floating in the air. Although it was extremely subtle, it could not escape his sensitive sense of smell.
He asked Yu Chaoqun: "Are wild ginseng produced near here?"
Yu Chaoqun said: "The mountains on both sides are too steep and infested with poisonous snakes. We locals will not go there."
Wu Bei suddenly said: "Stop!"
The driver stopped the car and said, "Wait for me on the side of the road while I go up the mountain to have a look!"
Yu Chaoqun couldn't help but worry about him and said: "Master Wu, there are poisonous snakes on the mountain, so be careful!"
Wu Beidao: "It doesn't matter."
On both sides of the road, there are stone walls more than two meters high, and there is an iron mesh more than three meters high on top, used to block the rocks that may fall from the mountain. With Wu Bei's hand, he jumped up five or six meters.
High, it can easily cross the iron net.
Behind the iron fence, a large number of wild bamboos grow, and the mountainous terrain is so uneven that you can't even find a place to set foot.
Wu Bei smelled the faint fragrance of medicine and walked towards the left front. He was very good at lightness and could pass quickly by stepping on stone branches. After walking for about a few hundred meters, he saw a dozen small grasses growing scattered among the rocks.
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This kind of grass is lavender, with leaves similar to wheat seedlings, with a small yellow flower in the middle, exuding an elegant fragrance.
Wu Bei's eyes lit up and he murmured: "It's actually the Purple Spirit Immortal Grass!"
Purple fairy grass is a kind of powerful spiritual herb and is very valuable. He took out the black dragon sword, carefully dug out the purple fairy grass by the roots, and then stored it in a jade box.
After digging the herbs, he sniffed and walked to the right again. This time, on a steep, heavily weathered boulder more than 200 meters away from him, a small golden tree grew out of a crack in the stone.
The small tree is about thirty centimeters tall, with semi-circular leaves. Hanging among the trees are six small golden fruits, about the same size as cherry tomatoes, exuding a rich fruity aroma.
Wu Bei jumped onto the stone and stared at the small tree in a daze.
This fruit is called the Golden Holy Fruit! Rumor has it that if you swallow the Golden Holy Fruit, you will have a very strong physique!
Even in the age of the fairy kingdom, the golden holy fruit is extremely rare. Once it comes out, it will cause a bloody storm!
However, what shocked Wu Bei the most was not the golden holy fruit, but how could it grow here?
He opened his dimensional eyes and looked down along the roots of the golden holy fruit. Under the fruit tree, a long root system penetrated into the crevices of the stone. Inside the big stone, there was a piece the size of a fingernail, glowing with gold.
Soil of the same color. Almost all the roots of the golden tree grow around it, entwining it layer by layer. Obviously, the golden tree needs this small piece of soil very much!
"God soil!" he exclaimed.
There are many theories about the origin of divine soil, but all views believe that divine soil is a necessary condition for the growth of rare treasures in the world.
Wu Bei didn't expect that he would encounter the legendary divine soil!
He immediately took out the Black Dragon Sword, slashed it with a few swords, split the boulder, and then found the divine soil the size of a fingernail. He carefully put the divine soil into a small bottle and collected the golden holy fruit tree.
After collecting the tree, Wu Bei was very surprised and said to himself: "How can there be divine soil here?"
Without time to think too much, he continued to search for medicinal materials by tracking the aroma. This time, more than fifty meters away from him, there was a red vine, which was wrapped around an old tree. On the vine, there were bunches of
The red fruit exudes a strange fruity aroma.
Wu Bei observed the roots of the vine. Just like last time, the root system of the red vine penetrated more than ten meters underground, and its root system wrapped up a small piece of blood-colored divine soil layer by layer.
This vine is called Red Immortal Vine, and the fruit it bears is called Red Immortal Fruit. It is a medicinal material whose value is not inferior to that of the golden holy fruit!
Wu Bei was about to pick the fruit when he suddenly heard the sound of a group of people moving quickly through the trees behind him.
Without saying a word, he quickly dug out the red fairy vine with its roots and leaves, and put it in the wrench.
After a few minutes, three people rushed out from the nearby bushes. These people were all in their thirties, wearing thick clothes, with more than a dozen bamboo tubes hanging around their waists, tied with red ropes on the outside. These bamboo tubes
Inside, there is a large or small wild ginseng.
Wu Bei concluded that these people were guests.
The three people were surprised when they saw Wu Bei appear here. The man in the middle asked: "What are you doing?"
Wu Bei said calmly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
The man sneered, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. They, the visitors, usually walked in the deep mountains and old forests, and would not be discovered even if they killed someone. Therefore, some visitors had extremely violent personalities and killed people at every turn.
Wu Bei's words made the middle-aged man feel murderous. He walked over slowly and said, "Boy, are you here to pick ginseng too?"
Wu Bei: "Yes, I am a local."
The other party said coldly: "This place is our territory now. Get out now. If you don't, I will kill you!"
Wu Bei saw that there were dozens of bamboo tubes hanging on the waists of these three people, and said: "You outsiders are picking ginseng from our locals, but you are not allowed to pick it. Isn't this too overbearing?"
The other party sneered. He pulled out the knife from his waist and stabbed Wu Bei in the chest. He actually wanted to kill Wu Bei!
Wu Bei's cultivation level has only recovered more than 10%, but this more than 10% cultivation level is enough for him to deal with this guest.
