Chapter 3 Drinking a glass of wine, there is no one in this world
Chapter 3 After drinking a glass of wine, there is no old friend in this world
In the dark and cold cave, a few fires flickered, and the aroma of a can of fungus soup filled the air.
Jiang Ming came to his senses and scooped out a full bowl with a rotten bowl. The golden soup had a trace of flaming red light, which looked very strange.
"I'm afraid this bowl of soup can bring down an elephant..."
Looking at the colorful mushrooms in the soup, Jiang Ming couldn't help but grin, and then he couldn't wait to drink it while blowing on the hot air.
"Hiss~"
After a mouthful of thick soup, it was so fresh that it almost melted off Jiang Ming's tongue. All kinds of fungi were also extremely delicious. There was also an unknown scorching power that rushed from the belly to the limbs and bones along with the heat of the fungus soup. .
Jiang Ming almost moaned out of comfort. The chill of the rainy night was dispelled in an instant, and his whole body felt warm and full of strength.
"Is this the power of Fire Cloud Grass?"
Jiang Ming was extremely surprised. This frail body seemed to be cheering for joy and had an extremely strong thirst for the soup in front of him.
He immediately turned on all the firepower and destroyed the remaining fungus soup.
While I was drinking, there seemed to be little people dancing in front of me, but they quickly disappeared...
As his body gradually warmed up, Jiang Ming's thoughts gradually came to life.
"Fire cloud grass, animal control prescription... these things are definitely not something you can see casually in the ordinary martial arts world."
"It seems that it is indeed a world of immortal cultivation, but I don't know if... there are really immortals in this world?"
"The path to immortality is elusive, and it is useless to think too much. At present, martial arts is the only way to become stronger." Jiang Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the doubts in his heart, lay down next to the fire with his clothes on, and gradually fell asleep.
The storm outside was still violent, thunder exploded from time to time, and the fire in the small cave gradually faded into darkness...
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The next morning, the rain cleared.
The sky is as clear as a mirror, and rays of sunlight pass through the vines and shine into the cave.
Jiang Ming stood up with his waist hunched over and glanced down in confusion.
The hardest thing in the world is no longer steel...
"This medicine is too strong!" Jiang Ming was speechless, feeling hot all over his body.
He pushed aside the vines and walked out of the cave, took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, then stood on a boulder and began to perform a set of boxing techniques to strengthen his body.
There is no separation between medicine and martial arts.
Herb collectors are also related, and they all have their own methods of strengthening the body and nourishing the energy. The boxing technique practiced by Jiang Ming has no name, but it is still somewhat effective.
After punching again and again, he could feel the power of the medicine dissolving in his body, and his strength was slowly growing.
Even his thin body seemed to be stronger.
"With such a strong medicinal power, it seems that not only Fire Cloud Grass, but also those poisonous mushrooms have amazing medicinal effects...it's just that ordinary people are not blessed to enjoy it."
"If this is true, then Yunmeng Mountain is a huge treasure to me. Treasures like Fire Cloud Grass are hard to find, but some highly toxic fungi or herbs are not a problem to find."
There are some medicinal herbs in my memory that contain good medicinal effects, but are extremely poisonous and cannot be processed by ordinary pharmacists. Even if they can be processed, the cost is higher than the benefits, so basically no one picks them.
If Jiang Ming uses these herbs and toadstools as resources for martial arts training, then his martial arts path will definitely be more effective with half the effort.
After practicing for more than an hour, the heat finally subsided.
"Go on and collect the medicine!"
After having the goal in mind, Jiang Ming was full of energy. He ate some dry food, picked up the medicine basket, and continued to move forward according to the route in his memory.
After the rain, the mountain forest is empty and fresh, with raindrops on the grass blades, and the chirping of insects and birds echoes in the forest from time to time.
In the deep mountains and old forests, Jiang Ming was the only one walking alone, like an apprentice thirsty for knowledge, constantly tasting every medicinal herb and becoming familiar with various herb-gathering techniques.
Most medicinal herbs are delicate, some rhizomes cannot be damaged, some only need unopened flower buds, and some fruits need to be collected in the morning to prevent the fruit pods from bursting...
Even with the memory of his predecessor, Jiang Ming did not know how many medicinal herbs he had picked before he felt that his level had improved a lot.
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Two days later.
In the early morning, the waning moon still hung in the sky.
Jiang Ming walked out of Yunmeng Mountain through the morning fog, with water droplets on his bamboo hat. Carrying a bamboo basket full of herbs on his back, he arrived at a refugee gathering place at the foot of the mountain.
In fact, Jiang Ming can continue to stay in the mountains, but according to the habit of his predecessor, he usually goes into the mountains for three or four days and then comes back to rest for a few days.
He was new here and didn't want to attract too much attention...
Wisps of smoke rise in front, and simple thatched houses are scattered here and there, with people coming and going, full of smoke and smoke.
At first, only a few herb collectors built houses to live here. Later, the poor people who could not survive in Dayunfu City gradually gathered here.
The official in the city was so kind when he came for an outing that he personally named it Ping'an Town with a very good meaning.
As soon as Jiang Ming walked to the entrance of the town, a young official wearing a shabby soap uniform walked over from the roadside. He looked at Jiang Ming casually and said lazily: "Check."
Jiang Ming stuffed the two copper coins in his hand. The clerk suddenly showed a satisfied smile, rummaged through the medicine basket a few times, borrowed two pieces of Huangjing, and waved his hand to Jiang Ming to get out.
When the official had good intentions, he did not forget to be prepared for danger in times of peace. He pointed out that there might be bandits in the mountains, so he sent subordinates to risk their lives to station here to check whether there were dangerous people causing trouble.
It is only natural that the common people are moved to send some specialties in money...
But until now, no one has seen what a bandit looks like.
Life is so funny and difficult. Fortunately, the world is still peaceful. His predecessor was restrained and low-key, and he never caused any trouble. Jiang Ming intends to continue to maintain it, without any sense of mission to rise up.
After entering the town, Jiang Ming greeted some of the herb collectors he met, and walked into a tavern.
It is said to be a tavern, but it is actually just a larger thatched hut with dirty wine flags and extremely tattered wine flags. The environment inside is dark and messy, and the tables and chairs are in tatters. However, it is one of the few entertainment venues in this town.
There were a lot of people in the tavern, mostly scruffy men in shabby clothes, some were herb collectors, some were hunting and chopping firewood, and while drinking, they were chatting about all over the world and bragging about their knowledge.
There is a lot of humidity in the mountains, so many people come here to drink a bowl of wine to drive away the cold and dampness before going to the mountains or after coming back.
Over time, drinking morning wine has become a unique custom in Ping'an Town. Even if they have nothing to do, many people come to have a drink and talk to numb the troubles in life.
Jiang Ming threw the medicine basket next to an empty table, walked straight to the counter, and took two coins:
"A bowl of runny tongue and a plate of smoked tofu!"
Running Tongue is the cheapest wine here, costing only one copper coin per bowl, and it has only one characteristic, that is, it is strong.
After one sip, your tongue will be numb and your whole body will be filled with steam. It is the best choice to ward off the cold.
Behind the counter was the owner of the tavern, Lao Jiangtou, who had gray and sparse hair. He knew Jiang Ming and other herb pickers. He immediately smiled and said: "Looking at your rosy face, the harvest is good?"
"What's so good, I almost fed the wolves!" Jiang Ming joked casually, took the dishes and sat down.
First, he took a long sip of wine and felt a burning sensation from his mouth to his chest and abdomen. Then he picked up a piece of smoked and yellowed old tofu, dipped it in chili sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.
The aroma of spirits and tofu intertwined in his mouth. Jiang Ming licked his lips and listened to the bragging and chattering of the drinkers around him.
"I heard that the Wang family's reward has been increased to fifty taels of silver!"
"So what? Fire cloud grass is not Chinese cabbage. Where can I find it?"
"If I can find it, I will first go and keep Miss Xue'er, the oiran of Qinghe Tower, for three days and three nights!"
"Xiao Liuzi, you are stirring a big vat with bamboo sticks, can you withstand it..."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and sipped his wine without saying a word.
People came and went in the tavern, and some familiar herb collectors also came by. Jiang Ming greeted them one by one.
No one mentioned Huang Laogui. After all, it had only been a few days, and there were many people who had spent ten days and a half in the mountains.
At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ming licked the tofu plate clean, took the last sip of wine, picked up the medicine basket and staggered away.
"After drinking a glass of wine, there will be no friends in this world..."