The next day, the three of them had breakfast, picked up the girl, and set off again to Khan Tengri Peak in the Tianshan Mountains.
After arriving at the foot of Khan Tengri Peak, Zhang Fan said to He An and Ouyang: "Those two guys didn't go back yesterday, which will definitely attract Bacchus's attention, and they will probably send people here. I'll go up first to check the situation.
If there is no problem, let’s go up the mountain together.”
"Then be careful, Xiaofan."
Ouyang warned.
"Do not worry."
Zhang Fan replied, got out of the car, took out a bamboo basket for collecting herbs, took off his jacket, put on a somewhat worn sheepskin jacket and went up the mountain.
He was dressed in white, which he bought based on the attire of people who went to the mountains to collect herbs when he went out yesterday afternoon.
"I have experienced a lot with Mr. Zhang. What impressed me most about him was not his talent, but that he was very patient, cautious, and thoughtful in everything he did. He never got carried away, was eager for quick success, and never
Despising the enemy is a rare quality!"
He An looked at Zhang Fan who was wearing a sheepskin jacket and holding a hiking pole as he climbed up the mountain.
There was a hint of admiration in that voice.
"Indeed, old man, at my age, I may not have Xiaofan's temperament."
Ouyang added, "This way of doing things sounds simple, but it is difficult to actually do it. In my opinion, such people have a strong heart. Only when the heart is strong enough can they not be influenced by other people's words.
The surrounding environment, or some other circumstances."
"I agree with your point of view."
He An nodded.
The girl glanced at He An and Ouyang, and then looked at Zhang Fan's not so majestic back with interest.
Before reaching an altitude of 1,500 meters, Zhang Fan used his true energy to climb the mountain. After 1,500 meters, Zhang Fan put away his breath and climbed the mountain little by little. He was afraid that his true energy would leak out and be noticed by others.
When approaching the altitude of 1,800 meters, Zhang Fan clearly felt a trace of witchcraft, and Zhang Fan subconsciously stopped in his steps.
But at this moment, a "chirping" sound came from the position of 1,800 meters.
Zhang Fan, who had already heard Kazakh, immediately recognized that these people were speaking Kazakh.
Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of footsteps on the mountain, and soon, three Bacchus dressed in black robes, holding snake-head crutches, but without any paint on their faces surrounded Zhang Fan.
They pointed their snake-head crutches at Zhang Fan, glared angrily, and said some words that Zhang Fan couldn't understand. From the looks of it, if Zhang Fan didn't react, they would attack Zhang Fan.
Although the strength of the three people in front of me is not as good as Zhang Fan, who knows if a stronger Bacchus will come after taking action?
If this is really the case, if you take action, you will end up here, and you can't believe all the words of those two people.
Zhang Fan still did not reveal his strength, but explained to the three of them: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm here to collect herbs from the mountain..."
Zhang Fan pointed at the bamboo basket as he spoke.
One of them snatched the bamboo basket from Zhang Fan's hand and continued to approach Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan kept explaining that he was here to collect medicine. Just when one of the Bacchus was about to hit Zhang Fan's chest with a snake-head crutch, a low shout came from the slope. Hearing this low shout, the snake head stopped abruptly.
, looking towards the hillside, Zhang Fan also looked over.
The person who came was also dressed as Bacchus, and there was no dye on his face. He looked about fifty years old, had a beard, and had a strong witchcraft aura. He was in the eighth level of the second realm. The aura emanating from him
From the looks of it, the physical combat effectiveness is also at the eighth level of the second level, and his strength in both aspects is superior to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan was a little lucky that he hadn't done anything just now, otherwise he would have been in trouble.
I saw three Bacchus put away their snake-head crutches, put their right hands on their left chests, and bowed deeply to the bearded Bacchus, as if to say, "I have seen you in this humble position."
The bearded Bacchus took a look at Zhang Fan, and then asked: "Are you here to collect medicine?"
The bearded Bacchus spoke authentic Chinese. Zhang Fan was startled for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes... yes... here to collect herbs..."
"What kind of medicine are you picking?"
The bearded man continued to ask, looking at Zhang Fan with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
Just because he didn't let his men attack Zhang Fan didn't mean that he completely believed Zhang Fan. Bacchus's idea was very simple. He couldn't kill people indiscriminately, but he couldn't let the enemy go either. He was testing Zhang Fan to pick something.
You must at least know what medicine to pick, right?
"Licorice and astragalus."
Zhang Fan replied that as a soul doctor, Zhang Fan knew what kind of medicine was suitable for growing on Tianshan Mountain.
Everyone knows that Tianshan Snow Lotus is famous, but people over-harvest it for profit, and coupled with the deterioration of the environment, it is difficult to find pure wild Snow Lotus in Tianshan Mountain. Therefore, if Zhang Fan mentioned Snow Lotus, he would probably die on the spot.
Hearing Zhang Fan's answer, the bearded Bacchus nodded slightly without any suspicion, and then asked casually: "Do you know what these two drugs do?"
He was still testing Zhang Fan. If he was really a medicine farmer, even if what he said was not very accurate, he would definitely be able to give a general idea.
This makes it even more difficult for Zhang Fan, a spiritual healer, who smiled and said: "Licorice can detoxify and regulate weak spleen and stomach, and astragalus can diuretic and replenish qi."
The bearded Bacchus nodded again, and then said to Zhang Fan: "After climbing up the mountain for so long, I can't let you come in vain. I'll give you two hours to get down the mountain as soon as possible after picking."
Hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up and he thanked the bearded Bacchus repeatedly.
After saying that, Bacchus was about to leave with his three men, but before taking two steps, he paused. Zhang Fan, who was picking up the bamboo basket, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Did you go up the mountain yesterday?"
Bearded Bacchus asked.
"No, I arrived this morning."
Zhang Fan replied.
"Oh..." Bearded Bacchus responded, and then left with his men.
Zhang Fan did not expect that Bearded Bacchus knew Chinese medicine. After the four Bacchus left, Zhang Fan continued to go up the mountain. When he was still five meters away from the 1,800-meter altitude, Zhang Fan once again saw the three men who had just surrounded him.
When Bacchus got up, they were pacing back and forth at an altitude of 1,800 meters, probably guarding this place.
The bearded Bacchus appeared and disappeared, Zhang Fan did not dare to attack the three of them rashly, and things suddenly became difficult.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but frown, took a breath of cold air, and then squatted down to pick licorice while thinking about it.