Immortal Emperor returns to be a grandpa

Chapter 1252 Deliver it to your door, come to slap your face

"Old Ancestor, how many old Ancestors?"

The No.17th generation hurried back home. This is a courtyard-like building. On the lobby, there are several old people talking and laughing happily. Among them, the No.14th generation is the highest generation.
The No.15 and No.16 generations are gone, and the uncles of the No.17 generation are sitting together.

When they saw No.17 rushing back, they all frowned,
What happened to make him look like this?

We are in Medicine God City, although we are not the home of the city lord, but it is none other than them who really controls Medicine God City,
As a descendant of such a family, how could he be so impatient?

"No. 17th generation, tell the old man what happened, otherwise, the family law will deal with it."

No.14, naturally the first to speak, the voice is muddy, but very powerful, it seems that it is not time to turn off the lights!
"I, I saw the friends of the first generation ancestor." No.17 generation said this,
The elders in the lobby all shouted: "Shut up."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Do you want our family to be ashamed again?"

"You want us to be a laughing stock?"

original,

Over the past tens of thousands of years, many people have come to pretend to be the friend of the first-generation ancestor. Everyone knows that half of the Baicao Garden belongs to them, and the other half belongs to the friend of the ancestor.
Before he died, the ancestor said,

If that friend comes, no matter what request he puts forward, the descendants must agree to it one by one.

Because of this, over the past ten thousand years, many scammers have come to their door.

"Uncles and uncles, as well as the ancestor No.14, what I said is true." The No.17 generation has a serious face. Although he is in his teens, among the descendants of this generation,
he,
most steady,

most promising,
Otherwise, he would not be the garden owner of this generation.

He calmed down and told what he had seen today.For example, the "Yuan" written by that person is exactly one of the characters of "Yuan" in Baicao Garden, which is very similar!
And the "grass" written by that person is exactly the same as the "grass" on the plaque of "Baicaoyuan".

No.17 said so,
The uncle in the lobby still shook his head, thinking that the No.17 generation is still too young.

handwriting similar,

Not difficult!

Even if the handwriting is exactly the same, it is not difficult in the world of immortal emperors.

With this, confirm the identity of the other party?

Absolutely impossible!
"Fourteen generations of ancestors, what do you think?" The No.17 generation knows the right to make decisions, and on the body of the No.14 generation ancestors,
The old man who was called the No.14th generation, he pondered for a while, and finally made a decision: "No.16th generation's beard, you go and have a look."

Hu Bazi stood up, cupped his hands, and left with the No.17 generation.

It took ten thousand years for Baicao Garden to become the benchmark of the God of Medicine City. Most of the people who came to buy medicine would come to Baicao Garden.

Ten thousand years of time also emptied the rights of the City Lord's Mansion.

In Baicaoyuan, there are also other drug dealers among them, who lie to others that they are from Baicaoyuan, and it will be much cheaper to buy medicinal materials from him.If they are all fooled, then they have to admit that they are unlucky.

Baicao Garden is not responsible for this.

"Excuse me, what do you need these herbs for?"

Hu Bazi and No.17 came back, Hu Bazi looked at the paper, the words on it were indeed familiar, and the style was the same as the "Herb Garden" plaque,
But Mr. Hu will not just think that the other party is a friend of the ancestor,
Hu Bazi thought for a while, then walked over, and asked Wu Tian, ​​"I wonder what you want these medicinal herbs for?"

"Sweet Dream Dan."

Wu Tian is not stingy, he is just a dream pill, nothing to hide.Things like insomnia seem like trivial matters.

It's actually a big deal,
Insomnia, for a long time, can cause symptoms of other diseases.

Hu Bazi brought the paper in front of his eyes again, looked at it carefully, and said in confusion: "Sleeping pills, there are, but Sweet Dreams pills, who can guarantee that you can have sweet dreams? And the pills for dreaming, don't Will it cause harm? I have never heard of this kind of elixir. Is it really possible to refine Dream Pill?"

The Hu handle is suspicious.

No.17 said: "It's enough to refine it. These herbs are all planted in the backyard."

Wu Tian nodded,

They immediately went to the backyard.

The backyard was originally the house of Baicao Garden. Above the house, there is a garden, which seems to be as beautiful as the sky garden described in the earth city.

The flowers planted therein are buds with medicinal value.Every plant and tree among them are rare medicines.

When Wu Tian came up with his daughter in his arms, there were already more than a dozen people choosing herbs.

From the very beginning, Wu Tian saw a top-notch one-element herb, his whole body was wrapped in spiritual power, and he almost became refined.

"It's at least five thousand and seventy-two years, right?" Wu Tian said after taking a look.

"Sir, it's really amazing." Hearing what Wu Tian said, No.17 felt that his judgment was correct, and he said, "This one-element grass has five thousand seven hundred and thirty-two years and seven hours."

Wu Tian nodded,

Like an elder looking at a junior, he looked at No.17 and said with a smile, "You're not bad."

Not everyone can remember the year of their own herbs.

Even if they remember, not everyone remembers it so clearly.

The No. 17th generation, just like Wu Tian's old friend, regards herbs as his own children.

Wu Tian suddenly said casually: "When I'm free, let me meet your first-generation garden owner."

"I'm afraid it won't work." The No.17 generation garden owner frowned,
"what happened?"

"He is dead."

"Gone?" Wu Tian's eyes narrowed,
The old man from back then, in today's world, is also a secret sect cultivator.There's no way he died so early.

"Are you sure?" Wu Tian stared at No.17 with cold eyes,

Under such terrifying eyes, the No. 17th generation only felt that he was a flat boat. He was facing a stormy sea, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

He could only nod honestly: "everything I said is true."

Wu Tian sighed, feeling that there was something tricky about it.But now is not the time to ask, I just said: "I want this primordial herb."

No.17 nodded, and was putting on silkworm gloves to pick that one-yuan grass,
Suddenly, a high voice came, "Wait, I want this grass.!"

In the 17th generation, Hu Bazi waited to look, but saw a weak man with dull eyes walking over with a young woman.

"You also want one-yuan grass??" No.17 spoke very kindly: "Just don't chip in the money. This customer wants this one-yuan grass first, and you can ask for other one-yuan grass."

"Fart." That skinny young man quit, finally had a beautiful woman by his side, finally had a chance to pretend to be aggressive, how could he miss it?
He immediately glanced at Wu Tian contemptuously, and said lightly: "I will pay ten times the price."

(End of this chapter)