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The ancient osmanthus tree is crooked and its bark is cracked, like an old unicorn crawling on the ground.
Under the tree, two Taoist priests were very excited. The other young Taoist priest, who looked very delicate and carried a long sheathed sword on his back, muttered: "This old mountain ginseng should be exchanged for an Open Heaven Pill from Uncle Jingwu.
Maybe the value is slightly more than one or two. If you and I work harder and add some extra points, it will be enough to exchange for two."
"That's right!" The fat Taoist priest beamed, "It's not easy to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill. There are only a few pills that can be supplied to our outer courtyard every month, and they are all controlled by those bastards. If we keep waiting like this, even if it takes a year or two, we may not get it.
It's up to you and me, but according to the foundation-building skills of you and me, at most one year, the sixth and seventh levels can be completely perfected. If we don't work hard all at once, then weaken again, and exhaust ourselves three times, we will miss the best foundation.
Base time."
In martial arts, when people build foundations and open up the Dantian Qi sea, the younger the better, because it is the time when vitality is the most vigorous.
Even the fat Taoist priests and the two are in the outer courtyard. In the past few years, they have seen many disciples building foundations. It is very rare for one out of ten people to successfully create the world and give birth to the true energy of the inner family. This is still a country like their Wudang.
In large numbers, in some first-class sects and even martial arts families, or lower-level martial arts people, only one person among dozens of people can make the trip.
It can be seen from this that it is difficult for people in martial arts circles to build a foundation, and it is difficult for internal practitioners to find true energy. This first state after building a foundation is called the Kaitian state.
Because successfully building the foundation, opening up the Dantian Qi sea, and nurturing the inner family's true energy is no less than the creation of the world. If the opened Dantian Qi sea is the world, then the inner family's true energy is the original source of life.
Thinking of this, the two of them looked at each other, and the delicate Taoist priest gritted his teeth and said: "I just discovered half a year ago that this old wild ginseng is still a little short of fire. It has been reincarnated for ten years, and now it has finally completed three reincarnations. Let's pick it now."
, I suspect that the news has been leaked, and these dogs in Xiaoyao Valley have all become prisoners. They thought they were descendants of former aristocratic families and high-ranking officials. They are like rats, camping in Wudang Mountain every day."
The fat Taoist priest also widened his eyes, but then he sighed and said: "No one knows how rich these official families have been in business for generations. No one knows how much wealth they have accumulated. Even if they become prisoners, it is no wonder that all kinds of relationships are intertwined.
Those people are in secret contact, and their mutual interests are extremely important, but they are not comparable to poor people like us. We regard them as pigs and dogs, but they may not think highly of us."
"It is said that the emperor of the Han Dynasty is benevolent, but that is not necessarily the case. It is not that he dare not kill, but that he cannot kill easily. These official and aristocratic families are very involved. It can be said that they have been run for several generations, and there are many masters lurking in the secret." The handsome Taoist priest curled his lips, "
What is the difference between the emperor's mind, the ups and downs of officialdom, and the martial arts world..."
"Be careful!"
The fat Taoist priest covered his mouth, looked around with some fear, and said in a trembling voice: "You really have no taboos at all. You can say these words casually. For many years, history books have recorded that disaster comes from the mouth.
Are there too many allusions?"
"What are you afraid of? It's just you and me. Heaven knows and the earth knows." The handsome Taoist slapped the fat Taoist's hand away and said angrily.
Rolling his eyes, the fat Taoist said: "How many strange and strange skills in the world can you tell clearly? I am Wudang, with twenty-seven meridians and seventy-two peaks. How many martial arts skills do you remember?" p>
With a look of embarrassment on his face, the delicate Taoist priest suddenly became angry and scolded: "You are the one who eats the most and talks the most!"
On a cliff more than ten feet away, Su Qi was standing. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was a little speechless towards the two young Taoist priests. But then, his eyes fell on the red rope tied
Enter Laoshan Ginseng.
Su Qinian didn't know much about pharmacology. Even though he came from a scholarly family in his previous life and liked to collect ancient books, he had only briefly read one copy of the "Huangdi Neijing". Regarding ginseng, he had read about it in a book called "Yanbao Miscellaneous Notes"
A day or two later, there was a record on it saying that digging wild ginseng, commonly known as Fangshan, digs ginseng in deep mountains and old forests. The ginsengmen line up and use wooden sticks to push away the weeds in search of ginseng. This is called mountain pressing. There is also a kind of mountain ginseng digging.
The method is called mountain hunting. People disperse to search and communicate with each other by knocking on wooden sticks. However, no matter which method, talking is strictly prohibited, and eating is not allowed. The mountain herders have rules. Once the ginseng doll wearing a red bellyband is disturbed, the ginseng doll will
Just ran away.
After discovering ginseng, tie it with a red-tipped rope before digging it out, so that some ginseng with a weak spirituality will not be able to escape.
Therefore, Su Qinian does not really underestimate these two young Taoist priests. From some trivial details, it can be seen that the two of them are not ordinary people. After all, with their poor bodies, they can be favored by a big king like Wudang and become a member of the family.
, without some talent and understanding, it is simply impossible.
Wudang Tai Chi is harmonious and can do good deeds, but it is not a place to host refugees. Its inheritance is related to the future and is a great undertaking of the ancestors. It cannot be careless or wanton.
Suddenly, Su Qinian's eyes moved and he concentrated slightly.
Under the ancient laurel tree.
The delicate Taoist priest took out a medicine shovel, carefully untied the red rope tied to the leaves and rhizomes of the old mountain ginseng, and wrapped it around his wrist. If he looked carefully, he saw that the red rope was unusual. It was mixed with ancient copper wires.
.
Not long after, the soil was dug and cleaned, and an old wild ginseng that was about a foot long was lifted out. Looking at this bright yellow wild ginseng, the fragrance of ginseng entered their noses, and both of them were shocked.
His eyes were shining brightly. At this moment, both of them were full of longing. After a few more months of accumulation, they would be able to exchange for two Open Heaven Pills from Uncle Jingwu. With the Foundation Establishment Pills charging up, the two of them would at least have
With a 30% certainty, you can successfully open up the world and nurture the inner family's true energy.
"The two junior brothers have a good opportunity."
Just when the two fat Taoist priests took out the prepared green cloth and were about to wrap the old wild ginseng carefully and store it close to their bodies, a voice came from far away, with a hint of caress and playfulness, which immediately made the two fat Taoist priests feel full.
I was shocked, and my face instantly became extremely ugly.
Turning around suddenly, the two saw a young Taoist priest about the age of a weak man walking into the valley. He had one hand behind his back. He was as rich as jade and had a good skin. He had a smile on his lips and his eyes were open and closed.
In between, there is a strategizing temperament, as if everything is under control.
"Jiang Qingliu!" The handsome Taoist priest said with a calm face, "You are following us!"
"Junior Brother Qingyu is too unconventional," the young Taoist priest known as Jiang Qingliu chuckled. "Except for a group of death row prisoners in Xiaoyao Valley, how can such a hard business as collecting medicine in the mountains be suitable for the two junior brothers Qingyu and Qingye to worship like this seriously?
I feel quite heartbroken, senior brother, because I have become a disciple of the outer courtyard of Emperor Zhenwu. I am willing to do the work for you, so as to save the two junior brothers from the hardship of running around and working hard."
On the cliff, Su Qinian's mental energy was sharp, and the conversation between the three people was transmitted to his ears word for word.
"The four generations of Wudang are quiet and peaceful. The three of them are indeed disciples of the outer courtyard. They are the Qing generation of the 107th generation of Wudang. According to legend, there are only a few of the He generation who are over a hundred years old. They are all like dragons but not the end.
According to rumors from the outside, we don’t know how much fruit Wudang will retain today.”
While Su Qinian was thinking about it, under the ancient osmanthus tree, two young Taoist priests, Qingyu and Qingye, were already furious, because after the young Taoist priest, two more people arrived.
"The two junior brothers are tired from traveling around and are willing to share the burden."
"What Senior Brother Qinghu said is true, it should be so."
The two young Taoist priests, several feet apart from each other, seemed to be a little wary of each other. When they walked into the valley, Jiang Qingliu's fists under his robes were clenched, but they were soon released. His eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth were revealed.
With a smile, he said: "I didn't expect that the two senior brothers will also arrive. I think it's better to do this. We will each share more than 30%, so as to prevent the two junior brothers Qing Yu from favoring one over the other. What do you think?"
"It's not bad. Junior Brother Qingliu's eyes are as bright as a torch and his mind is right."
The three outer court disciples looked at each other and smiled knowingly. The tense muscles in their respective robes relaxed. They had the same purpose, but each had different affiliations and did not want to easily turn against each other. Such a distribution was
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