"That's right, it's you." The middle-aged man said.
"What do you want from me?"
Mo Wen opened his mouth and stared blankly at the middle-aged man, looking very dull.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come here quickly." The middle-aged man said impatiently.
When Mo Wen heard this, he moved closer to those people, looking cautious and fearful.
"Search for me."
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said to the subordinates around him.
When several young disciples behind him heard this, they immediately stepped forward, grabbed Mo Wen, and began to dig through his bamboo basket.
Mo Wen did not carry his hiking bag, but even stole a piece of quaint clothing from a surrounding village and disguised himself as a farmer.
The bamboo baskets behind are all filled with medicinal materials. On the surface, they are no different from those medicinal farmers who make a living in the Changbai Mountains all year round.
The reason why he is disguised like this is naturally to prevent those from the Changtian Sect from suspecting him.
Watching the two young men flipping through his bamboo basket, Mo Wen's eyes flashed with light, but it was fleeting and no one noticed it.
There was naturally nothing else in his bamboo basket except medicinal materials. As for the elixirs such as the flame flower and blood mushroom, he naturally could not put them on him casually. Otherwise, people from the Changtian Sect would definitely be suspicious when they saw the flame flower.
onto his head.
Therefore, he did not stop the two men from searching, and still let them rummage through it.
"Uncle, there is nothing suspicious, but..."
After searching for a while, a young man walked up to the middle-aged man named the leader and said.
"But what? Make it clear." The middle-aged man frowned and said.
"But there are many rare herbs in his bamboo basket, which are of high value."
The young man walked up to the middle-aged man and whispered softly.
The Changtian Sect often sends its disciples down the mountain to collect herbs. Whenever the season for collecting herbs comes, many disciples will go down to search the Changbai Mountain.
Therefore, disciples of the Changtian Sect are very familiar with herbs and the like.
Don't ask about some of the medicinal materials in the bamboo basket, but they are of high value. Many of them are rare medicinal materials, and you may not be able to find them even if you look for them for a long time. It is amazing that there are so many in the young man's bamboo house.
"Who asked you to pay attention to the medicine he picked? I ask you if there is anything suspicious. If not, then leave."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly. He didn't have time to pay attention to this thing now. It has been a day and the witch has not been found yet. The sect has issued a death order. If she cannot be found, no one will have a good life.
Moreover, the witch poses too great a threat to the Changtian Sect. If we cannot take this opportunity to eradicate the witch, it will definitely be a very dangerous time bomb for the Changtian Sect, making people panic.
At this time, how could he be in the mood to care about how many good medicinal herbs a young man collecting herbs had picked?
"Uncle Master..."
The young man was about to say something. The medicinal materials in the young man's bamboo basket were so precious that even his uncle would be moved. If he snatched all the medicinal materials, he would definitely get a lot of rewards when he returned to the sect.
But the middle-aged man waved his hand, interrupting the young man's words, and led everyone to turn around and search in another direction.
Seeing this, the young man could only hold his words in his stomach and followed the middle-aged man in depression. Before leaving, he did not forget to glare at Mo Wen. This boy was stunned, but he was lucky.
To be able to find so many rare medicinal materials is indeed a fool's errand. It's a pity...
Mo Wen looked at the group of Changtian sect people who were gradually disappearing, curled his lips, picked up the bamboo basket and continued on his way.
After circling a mountain peak and finding no one following him, he returned to the small hidden valley.
Back in the stone room, Mo Wen began to fiddle with the medicinal materials. As for the witch, she sat in the corner, silently practicing her skills to heal her injuries.
However, her horrific injury could not be cured overnight if she could heal the injury on her own.
The higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to get injured, but once injured, it is also more difficult to heal the injury.
Especially for the Witch's serious injury, relying on her own slow healing skills, she may not be able to recover in three or four years.
"Stop using exercises to heal your injuries. I'll cook a bowl of medicinal soup for you to drink later. Keeping it is ten times a hundred times better than using your exercises to heal your injuries."
Mo Wen was fiddling with the medicinal ingredients and flirting with the cold witch with a bored mouth.
Making medicinal soup is a very complicated matter and takes a long time.
Of course, it is much simpler than refining healing elixirs.
Under the current conditions, it is impossible to refine any effective healing elixir. Some ordinary healing elixirs have little effect on the witch's injuries, so it is better to make a medicinal soup.
With his medical skills, the effect of medicinal decoction is no less than that of elixirs, and it is also easy to absorb and can maintain its effect for a long time.
"By the way, you are young, probably less than thirty, right? You have pretty good cultivation. How did you get it? You are very talented. Although you are a little behind me, it is rare in the world."
"By the way, you've been so cold all day, don't you know how to smile? Smile, I'm ten years old. Smiling is the simplest politeness, and you don't understand any politeness at all."
"Do you have a boyfriend? Have you ever been in love? No? I don't think you are like someone..."
"She's quite pretty, but a little too seductive. Not only will my body not be able to bear the pain of marrying you, but I also have to guard against thieves every day to prevent you from hooking up with other men. How tiring that would be..."
Mo Wen muttered these words, but his work was not delayed at all. After a while, he set up a stove, lit a fire, and began to boil the medicine.
"Nao Nao, believe it or not, I cut out your tongue?"
The witch finally couldn't stand Mo Wen's nagging. She opened her eyes from practicing and stared at Mo Wen coldly.
This man, will he die if he doesn’t speak?
"Look at you, you are unruly and savage, and you don't let others speak. You just said you couldn't get married, and you were right."
Mo Wen shook his head, looking like he could understand life.
The witch clenched her pink fist. If it weren't for the injury, she would have torn her mouth off. There are still such annoying people in the world.
But she also knew that there was nothing she could do now, Mo Wen, so she could only close her mouth tightly, force herself to calm down, and not look at the bastard who made people angry just by looking at him.
"Have you seen that wild ginseng that has been around for more than five hundred years has almost grown into a human form? Does King Ginseng know that? This is King Ginseng. If you eat it, you may be able to live a few more years."
Mo Wen held up a root of life, shook it in front of the witch, and said with a pained face: "This medicine is a priceless treasure, and its value is far higher than that of your White Flame Flower. Today, in order to treat your illness,
, I spent a lot of money, don’t forget to owe me another favor. Hey, you owe more and more favors..."
The so-called king ginseng was naturally the wild ginseng that Mo Wen found in the valley that day. This wild ginseng grew around the flame flower and was contaminated by the aura of the flame flower, so it grew for five hundred years and became a single plant.
Low quality elixir.
In terms of healing effect, the 500-year-old wild ginseng is indeed far stronger than the flame flower. After all, the wild ginseng is a neutral medicinal material that can strengthen the body and nourish the body, while the flame flower is different and belongs to a special category of medicinal materials.
How could the witch care about those five-hundred-year-old and three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng? She didn't even want to look at Mo Wen, and just ignored him...
After a while, Mo Wen cooked a bowl of medicinal soup. The aroma of the medicinal soup filled the stone room. It didn't seem to have the bitter and weird smell of ordinary medicinal soup, but it contained a refreshing fragrance.
"Don't pretend to be dead, drink the medicine while it's hot."
Mo Wen walked up to the witch with a bowl of medicinal soup and raised his eyebrows at her.
The witch closed her eyes tightly and huddled in the corner, as if she didn't hear what Mo Wen said at all, and her body remained motionless.
"Are you drinking? If you don't drink, I will do something to you. Believe it or not? You don't believe it, right? I know you don't believe it..."
A playful smile appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. As he spoke, he stepped forward and put his face close to the pretty face of the witch. There was a big smile on his face, as if you must not believe it and wait for me to verify it myself.
appearance……
"etc."
The witch finally lost her composure, bit her lip, resisted the urge to slap Mo Wen to death, and fiercely took the medicinal soup from Mo Wen's hand.
"This is so good."
Mo Wen just laughed and acted rogue with him. This little girl's ethics are a bit low.
"Drink it, it's delicious."
Mo Wen smacked his lips, as if you wanted to drink the medicinal soup even if you didn't.
The witch looked at Mo Wen doubtfully, took a sip, and the next moment her mouth twitched slightly, her eyes rolled blankly, and she opened her mouth to spit out the medicinal soup.
It tasted so bad. I had never tasted such a bad medicinal soup before. Not only was it extremely bitter, but there was also a weird taste that filled my mouth, like a fishy smell, which was disgusting.
Even with her determination, she couldn't drink such a nasty medicine.
"If you dare to spit it out, I will do something to you."
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and held the bowl in the witch's hand with one hand, preventing her from putting the medicine bowl down, as if you had to drink it whether you wanted to or not.
Although the medicine tastes bad, it is a bowl of essence soup that combines various precious medicinal materials. Others can't drink it if they want to. If she really wastes it, Mo Wen might get angry and do it to her.
…
The witch bit her lip and looked at Mo Wen coldly. In desperation, she could only take another small sip of the medicine in her hand.
After taking a small sip, her stomach was churning and she couldn't drink any more.
"Do you know what good medicine tastes bitter? This bowl of medicine is worth a lot of money, and it's still priceless. No one else can drink it. Be good, drink it all, and your injuries will be healed."
Mo Wen's tone was much softer. Coaxing the patient to take medicine was a technical job involving both soft and hard tactics.
Otherwise, if you keep being tough and drink it, you may feel unhappy and may vomit it out later.
The witch's body trembled slightly, she looked deeply at Mo Wen, and fell silent a little bit. Her cold temperament seemed to have dissipated a lot.
She suddenly remembered the scene when her father persuaded her to take medicine when she was a child. It had been so long since it happened, and the memory seemed to be getting blurry.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and drank the whole bowl of unpleasant medicine in one go.
"Get lost."
Putting the empty medicine bowl into Mo Wen's hand, she closed her eyes and stopped making any sound. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly vote, you
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