Canglang Mountain is located in the smoggy area of Yanbei, surrounded by dense forests and surrounded by mountains. It is known as eight mountains, one water and one field. However, in this poor mountainous area, there are still a few villages scattered tenaciously.
In the past, the lives of the people in Canglang Mountain were difficult. They competed with the land for food, the mountains for water, and the heaven and earth for survival. However, just ten years ago, the lives of the mountain people here suddenly improved. Not only did every household have a surplus of food, but every village also had food.
An ancestral hall with blue bricks and terracotta tiles was built.
Shuzhuang is one of these villages.
In the early morning, a row of dolls sat neatly in the ancestral hall in Shuzhuang.
They all suppressed their lively and active tempers, holding green herbs in their mouths.
But soon, some children jumped up, coughed repeatedly, and vomited out the herbs in their mouths, with expressions of pain on their faces. As time went by, more and more children couldn't bear it, and vomited out the herbs and left the ancestral hall.
There were only three children left in the ancestral hall.
Two of the dolls' Tianling Caps had a faint aura coming out of them.
Only the doll with a slightly larger head does not have this phenomenon.
"Hold it! No matter what you say, the medicinal effect of Fu Fang Cao will be gone!"
"I've already felt it. As long as I have a little more Fufangcao, I can awaken my spiritual roots like Erdan and be qualified to enter the Dragon Xuan Sect!"
The big-headed baby's name is Shu Han.
Because of his big head, he got this nickname.
Perhaps because of his big head, Shu Han has been smarter and smarter than ordinary children since he was a child.
The most widely circulated story is the story of the big-headed boy capturing a bandit at night.
In late autumn two years ago, there was a drought around Canglang Mountain.
Many honest farmers from Badjiao became bandits in order to make ends meet.
One night, while the villagers turned off their lights, a group of people sneaked into Shuzhuang, and bumped into Xiao Shuhan who was getting up from the night.
These thieves were not extremely vicious people, they wanted to knock them out.
Ordinary children would be frightened into confusion when encountering this kind of situation, but Shu Han reacted quickly and pretended to be a fool in the village, naively insisting that they were coming to Shuzhuang to buy food. These bandits went down the slope and asked for
Shu Han took them to the granary to see the grain.
Shu Han lied about food security, so the village chief hid the food in the ancestral hall. After bringing the group of people into the ancestral hall, he slipped out of the dog hole in the ancestral hall and immediately locked the door of the ancestral hall, trapping the group of bandits.
In the ancestral hall.
Afterwards, everyone in Shuzhuang praised Shu Han for his great wisdom.
Sitting in the ancestral hall is a middle-aged man dressed in silk and satin. The brocade robe is embroidered with lifelike bamboos, which is in sharp contrast to the burlap village chief standing next to him.
He was holding hot tea, and his eyes were brighter than those of the mountain people. He looked at the children below and was quite satisfied: "The dolls are all good, especially Erdan, who seems to have a lot of spiritual roots. Goudan's performance is also good.
Yes, it’s a pity that the big-headed baby has no signs of awakening his spiritual roots..."
The white-bearded village chief nodded and bowed: "Chief Zhang, do you think the big-headed boy still has a chance?"
Zhang Xianchang pondered for a moment and said: "I like this big-headed kid very much. He is not only smart but also perseverant. Taking Fufangcao without awakening his spiritual roots is like swallowing hot coals. It is rare that this kid can persist all the time. Just give him two
Let’s wait for the next day, there will still be no sign then, and I can’t do anything to help.”
The village chief rubbed his hands and smiled: "Zhang Xianchang, look, if we have three Linggen babies in Shuzhuang, can we give more subsidies? Once the babies go out, they will never come back, and they have to give their parents an explanation.
ah."
Zhang Xianchang glanced at him and hummed: "If the big-headed baby can really succeed, it won't be a problem to build an ancestral hall for your village. Don't bother me with this kind of thing anymore."
"Yes, yes..."
Finally, enduring the burning sensation, Shu Han finally digested all the medicinal power of Fu Fang Cao.
At this time, Erdan and Gouwa also woke up. There was no sign of pain on their faces, but they looked refreshed. This made Shu Han's heart itch and made him want to awaken his spiritual roots.
The thought became a little heavier.
"The Immortal has said that entering the Longxuan Sect is much better than studying and becoming an official."
"As long as I enter Longxuanmen, I will be able to take my parents and little sisters out of the mountains to live a prosperous life, and I will also be able to see the vast world that Zhang Xianchang talks about."
With this idea in mind, Shu Han took out his torn linen bag and began to pick up the spit out Fufangcao.
He knew that the medicinal power of these Fu Fragrant Herbs had not dissipated, and he could take them again as long as they were washed a little.
If you are not as talented as Erdan, you must make up for your weakness with hard work.
Goudan looked at Shu Han who was picking up Fufangcao and said disdainfully: "Datou, let's forget it! You don't have this life! It would be pretty good to be a carpenter like your father."
"Goudan, if you keep talking, if you keep talking, I'll fucking beat you up!"
Erdan stood up and raised his fist in anger.
Goudan backed away repeatedly and said with a smile: "Erdan, Datou will be in the village for the rest of his life, but the two of us will definitely go to Longxuanmen. There is no need to hurt our friendship for Datou. My mother said that we will still take care of each other in the future!"
"How dare you say that!"
Erdan's eyes widened and he rushed forward to beat Goudan, but he was held back by Shu Han.
"Brother Big Tou, if he dares to say that to you, I'll beat him to death!"
Shu Han shook his head, carried a bag of Fu Fang Cao, and walked out of the ancestral hall with Er Dan.
Erdan was still angry: "Brother Big Tou, he always talks about you like this, let me beat him once, and I will make sure to shut his bad mouth."
"Hey, I think Goudan is right."
"ah?"
Erdan's eyes widened: "Brother Big Tou, are you okay?"
Shu Han scratched his head: "If I still haven't awakened my spiritual roots in the future, I will really be different from you. If you go to Longxuanmen in the future and have a better relationship with Goudan, you will have to take care of me. However, if I
After awakening the spiritual roots, wouldn’t it be a real slap on the face?”
Erdan grinned: "Brother Big Tou, I believe you can do it. Take this, this is what I left this morning."
Erdan reached out and patted a complete Fu Fangcao into Shu Han's hand.
"Erdan...you..."
Erdan laughed loudly: "I don't need it. Zhang Xianchang told me a long time ago that I will definitely be able to enter Longxuanmen. When the time comes, I will have as much Fufangcao as I want. There are better treasures than Fufangcao! Brother Big Tou
, Brother Ze and I must go to Longxuanmen together."
"good!"
Shu Han returned home, ate breakfast in a hurry, and walked upstream to the stream with a bag of broken Fufangcao. This place was quiet and quiet, and no one disturbed him. Shu Han put a bag of broken Fufangcao beside the stream.
After cleaning the Fu Fang Cao, start taking it immediately.
The Fu Fang herbal medicine that had been bitten had lost most of its effectiveness, and it still burned the heart and lungs after taking it.
Shu Han gritted his teeth. When he took the second strain, he already felt hot all over his body. He wanted to roll into the stream and take a dip.
"It feels like it's just a little bit worse! Zhang Xianchang is about to leave with Erdan and Goudan. I must awaken my spiritual roots before they leave!"
There are eight Fusarium plants in a bag, but these eight plants are enough to keep Shu Han suffering from morning to evening.
As the sun set, the reddish sunlight shone on Shu Han's childish cheeks. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing more of despair.
All the fragrant grass I collected has been used up.
But the feeling of spiritual root awakening is still a little bit different.
This is like what the old people often say: "Looking up the mountain and running to death."
He clearly felt that the mountain was close in front of him, but no matter how hard Shu Han rushed, he could not reach the mountain.
"Ah!"
Shu Han screamed in grief and anger, Goudan's sarcastic words always echoed in his ears.
He pinched the intact Fufangcao saved by Erdan, feeling depressed in his heart.
At this time, he realized that even if there were a dozen more plants, let alone one more, he would still not be able to awaken.
Looking at his reflection in the stream, Shu Han smiled desperately and laughed at himself: "If you don't have this fate, you should stay in the village for the rest of your life."
After saying that, he threw the fragrant grass into the stream, along with the little hope in his heart.
After sitting by the stream for a while, Shu Han calmed down and walked home along the stream.
As he walked, he saw the fragrant grass he had just thrown floating on the stream.
Resisting the thought of picking it up, Shu Han continued walking.
Suddenly, he saw another fuxiang grass flowing past him.
Strange! Did I throw away two plants? That’s not right!
Just when he was confused, another one flowed down from the upstream.
Shu Han was shocked and quickly stepped into the stream and picked up the Fufang grass.
Then, I looked upstream of the stream, and sure enough, another one was flowing down.
Full of doubts, Shu Han went up the stream and actually picked up nine plants along the way!
He held back the feeling of crying with joy and looked up the stream to find out. The source of Fufangcao came from a dark jar that settled in the stream. Shu Han pulled up the jar with force and faced the setting sun. He actually saw the jar.
It’s full of fresh fujang!
"How is this possible!"
After pouring out all the fuxiang plants in the jar, there were actually thirty-eight plants!
Shu Han was stunned. He didn't know why there were so many fresh Fu Fang grasses in this old jar, but he knew that there was hope for him to awaken his spiritual roots!
Picking up the small jar, Shu Han looked over it over and over, but there was nothing interesting about the dark jar. He tried to put a Fusarium plant into it, and then a magical scene happened. The jar began to emit a faint blue light, and the bottom of the jar began to glow.
One fusilla plant actually turned into two!
Then, two plants turned into four plants, and four plants turned into eight plants. In just one cup of tea, Shu Han got a full jar of Fu Fang Cao!
This magical phenomenon had a huge impact on Shu Han's young heart.
His big head went blank for a while before it resumed motion.
Then, in order to test his suspicion, he emptied the Fufangcao and threw a stone into it.
Very quickly, the rocks in the jar grew at a faster rate and filled the jar.
This black jar can actually copy items!
Although Shu Han is young, he also knows the value of this jar.
He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he immediately started digging a hole and buried a pile of fuxiang grass in it. He took one with him and held the jar, pretending to find nothing, and trotted back to the village.