After reading through the "Yao Wang Jing", although his ability to identify medicines is not as good as that of herbal collectors who are active in the mountains and forests all year round, basic identification is not difficult.
However, the "Yao Wang Jing" was written in the former Zhao Dynasty, nearly two hundred years ago. There may be errors and omissions in the book, so it should not be fully trusted.
Chen Yu used his body skills to fly between the cliffs.
He couldn't jump across the gap that was ten feet away, but the distance between the two sides of the mountain stream in this area was not too far, only one or two feet to the left and right. Taking advantage of the height difference, it was easy to jump back and forth.
You just need to be careful when landing. Firstly, the cliff is slippery and it is easy to lose your hands. Secondly, it is easy to sprain the bones of your feet underneath you.
This was quite a test of his effort-relieving skills.
Fortunately, the movement skills in Yunhe Kung Fu are mysterious enough, and as his spirit has become stronger in recent days, his understanding of footwork far exceeds that of other palm-finger martial arts, and he is almost ready to achieve great success.
With every bounce and turn, all your strength can be directed into the ground beneath your feet.
Very useful, but a bit useless.
rise!
Chen Yu boosted his energy and jumped up again.
He was running around on the mountain wall, like an ape, showing his dexterity. At the same time, his eyesight was exhausted and he kept searching around.
There were several herbs in the bamboo basket, and they were in excellent quality. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find the reed ginseng. He suspected that he would have to go deeper, and there might be some near the stream.
Wow!
Suddenly, his foot was in the air, but Chen Yu didn't panic. He held the basket on his back with one hand and slapped it on the rock with the other.
Boom! A dull sound bloomed like the sound of a drum. Power surged through the five fingers of the palm, and the membranes vibrated endlessly.
The sound echoed slowly in the deep mountain stream.
With the force of the recoil, he kicked the rock and shot out, hanging on the big gray rock on the other side.
A few feet below me, the stream was clearly visible.
Chen Yu did not go down, but raised his head. After resting for a moment, he began to rise upward, and at the same time he moved deeper into the clouds and mist.
Mountain streams are divided into up and down, high and low, and inside and outside.
Looking at the steaming clouds and mist at the bottom of the stream, the deep loneliness seems like a legendary treasure land, but on the contrary, generally speaking, medicinal herbs are rarer and harder to find in such places.
In contrast, the fog on the rock wall above is thin and the sun is shining, which is suitable for the growth of medicinal herbs. In addition, the stone crevices at high places are covered with ivy and overgrown weeds, which also provide cover for medicinal herbs.
The stream is located at the bottom of the mountain stream, with rich water vapor. It never sees the sun all year round. The sparse grass ferns are short and skinny. Except for some with special habits, few herbs survive and grow.
Compared with medicinal herbs, it is more suitable for poisonous snakes and insects.
This is also the reason why herbal collectors bring their own hemp ropes to tie when they find such canyon streams, instead of choosing a flatter bottom, they risk life and death by wandering on the cliffs.
The old Taoist priest is an old herb collector and is very familiar with this.
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At the same time, at the mouth of the mountain stream, another herb collector with many years of experience was also teaching his apprentices.
Beside him, the young man holding a pickaxe and hammer was respectful, his face still childish, and his eyes full of expectation.
This was the first time that he followed his master into the mountains. Herb collectors go out into the mountains and wild fields, climbing mountains and forests. It is impossible not to pick something from the bottom of the box. But more than these, the young man thinks more about going out and picking it himself.
Maybe, with my martial arts skills, I can pick in areas that even my master can't pick.
"The mountains are high and the streams are deep. There are many insects and snakes down here, but medicinal herbs are scarce, so you have to collect herbs from the top."
The old man pointed around, and naturally he could tell that the little Jiujiu in his disciple's heart was so ambitious when he first went to the mountain to collect herbs, and he was just like this back then.
So I just heard the old man continue to say, "The Silkworm Stream is nine miles long, thirty feet at its widest point, and about ten feet at its narrowest point.
Don’t think that you will be worry-free if you follow Wu Laoliu and learn the two-hand cropping technique. If you really want to pick herbs, you have to follow my instructions. Don’t believe me? Take a look below.”
Under the direct gaze of the old man, the young man who was a little bit depressed felt a little depressed. He was about to retort, but was interrupted by the other party. He had to look out and look down the cliff.
At first I was very bold and thought it was nothing.
The next moment, clouds and mist rolled in, and darkness came into view. Suddenly, I felt that it was so deep that it was difficult to see. A wave of dizziness came over me, and I didn't dare to look further, let alone have other thoughts.
He looked at the old man with deep admiration in his eyes. It is estimated that only experienced herb collectors like the master can set foot in such a dangerous and steep place.
Just by looking at it, I felt that half of the three souls had flown away and half of the seven souls had dispersed.
It was too high and too deep, as if a monster was hidden. Fortunately, he had practiced boxing and had extraordinary self-control and courage. If ordinary people had come here, they would have collapsed to the ground.
But the master can climb mountains, stand tall, swim...walk...what is that??
The young man rubbed his eyes and looked in disbelief at the erratic figure of the flying bird on the cliff.
Across the mountains, you feel as carefree as a fairy!
"Okay, remember this feeling, and be in awe of the mountains and rivers. Don't forget it. Most of those bold herb collectors buried themselves in the wasteland and fed the wild wolves!"
On the side, the old man stopped talking. This apprentice was usually obedient, but after practicing martial arts, he felt that he was no weaker than the herb collector who had been hanging at the gate of hell all year round.
Today is a small lesson for him to remember.
Wrap the rope around it and give the side with the nail head to the young man's hand.
"The head of the nail is tilted down, and it is two inches into the soil. It will be nailed to death."
The old man was talking to himself about some experiences. He didn't see his apprentice's reaction for a long time. He raised his eyes in confusion, only to see the young man staring blankly into the distance with his eyes wide open.
He looked along the line of sight, his eyes widened, and his mouth gradually opened wide, as if it could fit a goose egg!
The Great Immortal of Pihe is here! Today, this old man has met the real Immortal!
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On the other side, Mr. Chen, who was mistakenly identified as a hidden immortal, was laughing heartily at the moment, all because the palm in his arms was as big as a ginseng.
Lu Ginseng, finally found it.
He rubbed it twice and threw it back into the basket, thinking that the ginseng was really well hidden.
Looking back, I saw that we were about four miles away from where we first descended from the cliff. Climbing all the way down the mountain and clinging rocks, even if there was spiritual liquid to replenish our physical strength, it still took a lot of energy.
Fortunately, the closer you get to the depth, the more rocks are cracked.
There are many places to stay.
Tightening the backpack on his back, Chen Yu prepared to go back. This time he collected a lot of medicinal herbs, most of which were for nourishing blood and qi. He planned to use the cauldron to cook it when he went back. If there was no prescription, he could only use it to make soup.
drink.
It's impossible to eat it raw. Do you really think you can absorb the medicinal power in one bite?
Chen Yu prides himself on being a normal person and does not have that shocking stomach.
Of course, not all of them cannot be eaten raw. For example, there are several kinds in the backpack that you can taste, but again, it is best to have specially prepared prescriptions.
Speaking of which, he had another idea this time.
Spiritual function can catalyze it, but what about spiritual liquid?
There is also aura, which used to be dead objects, so it cannot be touched, and animals such as earthworms explode directly.
This time he wanted to try the fresh herbs in his hands to see if there would be any new changes.
However, Chen Yu also knew that there was little hope, it was just an experiment.
"Huh? Is there anyone else here?"
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly lowered his head and saw an old man and a young man looking up at him in the wind tunnel in the corner opposite the cliff.
Looking at the equipment he was wearing, he was probably a herb gatherer.
Chen Yu didn't think much, waved a friendly hand towards the other party, and then drifted away.
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"Master, that one just now... is also a herbal collector?"
The young man pointed at the receding figure, especially the bamboo basket on the other person's back. He realized that this was some kind of hidden immortal. He was clearly a herb gatherer like the master!
The old man was silent, raising his hands and looking at the stone pick and small hammer in his palm, as well as the tight rope around his waist.
Thinking of the past days when I was cautiously climbing up and down, I was afraid that something might be wrong and I might fall off the cliff, but what about others?
That’s called relaxation!
"Probably." He could see that the other party probably achieved this by relying on his outstanding lightness skills. But that was his ability, and he couldn't be jealous.
Is it just that martial arts can really do this?
Forgive the old man for thinking this way. After all, not to mention the town, even the county, I have never heard of anyone having such superb Qinggong skills.
Then, he couldn't help but look at the boy next to him.
By the way, is it still too late to learn martial arts from Wu Laoliu?