Farmer Senda

Chapter 157 Herb Varieties
After finishing these, Zhang Xiaohu directly put in a basket by the lake, and took out a bottle with red liquid in it.

This is the fairy wine brewed by Zhang Xiaohu.

The last time he bought the ingredients, Zhang Xiaohu thought about brewing the immortal brew. So far, it seems that this immortal brew has been successful.

Zhang Xiaohu is not greedy for alcohol, and now he wants to taste it very much, it seems to be as he said.

Opening the wine bottle, a mellow aroma wafted out immediately. The aroma of this wine alone is not comparable to ordinary wine.

After taking a sip, Zhang Xiaohu felt extremely comfortable, lying on the grass involuntarily, with the fragrance on his lips and teeth, half-closed his eyes.

"Sure enough, it's a fairy wine in the world!"

Zhang Xiaohu gurgled most of his stomach, probably no one can drink Xianniang like this.

Zhang Xiaohu felt that there was spiritual energy in this kind of brewed fairy wine, and it was very comfortable to absorb, not to mention, the spiritual energy in the blood seemed to be beating.

Because Zhang Xiaohu drank too much wine for the first time, he half-closed his eyes and took a rest.

In the dream, Zhang Xiaohu was once again in a fairyland on earth.

An old man with white hair appeared again.

This time, the white-haired old man did not make alchemy, but carried a beautiful hoe on the medicinal field, planting various medicinal herbs, and every medicinal herb fell into his eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu just stayed by the side like this, watching the white-haired old man busy. There are many kinds of medicinal herbs in the dream. It is dazzling to see, but Zhang Xiaohu is deeply shocked. It turns out that medicinal herbs can be planted in this way, but the medicinal herbs in the dream , it seems that they are all at the level of spiritual herbs, not ordinary medicinal herbs.

Zhang Xiaohu, who was lying on the big couch, opened his eyes leisurely, leaned his back on the head of the couch, picked up the cigarette from the side, took out one from it, and lit it slowly.

In the room, a ray of sunlight sneaked in, as if to drive away the darkness in the room and bring a new day.

Faint smoke spread in the room.

Zhang Xiaohu leaned on his back like this, with a lazy expression on his face.

"I dreamed of that white-bearded old man again last night. I learned about cultivating herbs all night, and even some of their effects?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Zhang Xiaohu was surprised.

Ever since he dreamed that the old man was making pills last time, Zhang Xiaohu has been convinced of this, and that Super Guiyuan Pill has also become a great tonic, and now the Dahuan Pill that has been distinguished is one of them.

What happened last night was more exciting than alchemy.

Ordinary people say that there are three dots of water on the top of the word grass. Although it is a very common sentence, it is a name for grass.

Thinking of the study in his dream, Zhang Xiaohu found it incredible that medicinal herbs have so many uses, and more specifically, these medicinal herbs are spiritual herbs.

What is Spirit Grass?That is a more advanced existence than medicinal herbs, which is equivalent to those thousand-year-old fleece-flower root, thousand-year-old ginseng, etc. Those talents can really be regarded as spiritual herbs.

The spirit grass has a spirit word, the meaning of which is self-evident.

Thinking about it, Zhang Xiaohu extinguished the cigarette and went straight into the space, wanting to verify the skills the old man learned in his dream last night.

The last time I learned alchemy, I haven't seen the old man appear for a long time, but he appeared last night and conveyed about the cultivation of spiritual grass, which is undoubtedly a big event.

Zhang Xiaohu's changes all came from the space, and the spiritual energy brought by the space, in the final analysis, all these are because of the old man in the dream.

Now that the spirit grass appeared in the hands of the old man with white beard, and when he thought about the space, he naturally understood what was going on. This old man was clearly connected with the alchemy master.

Although so far, Zhang Xiaohu has not figured out what is going on, but he also understands that this old man with a white beard is not a simple guy. Whether it is in alchemy or in cultivating spiritual grass, he is unmatched by others .

When he came to the space, Zhang Xiaohu took out a large bowl, which was secretly brought in to hold water for drinking, but now it has become a prop for experimentation.

"I see that the old man with the white beard is not so amazing!"

Reluctantly pulled out a piece of wild ginseng, thanks to the help of spiritual energy, these ginsengs grew gratifyingly, compared with what they just brought, these wild ginsengs were about the size of radishes.

Wild ginseng that feeds reiki, nothing can compare.

After washing thoroughly, Zhang Xiaohu held the wild ginseng with one hand, lifted the silver needle with his left hand, and quickly stuck it on the wild ginseng. The speed was very fast, it seemed ordinary, but he was actually performing a set of magic.

Plant purification method.

This is the way the old man with the white beard used to extract in the dream.

Don't look at it as a simple piercing, another person can't do it at all, the wild ginseng in the hand is at the bottom, and the green juice drops drop by drop from it.

If someone saw this scene, they might be frightened. When can wild ginseng drop this juice automatically.

In less than a moment, green juice was sloshing in the big bowl.

"This is the essence?"

Zhang Xiaohu never thought that medicinal herbs could be forced out in this way.

"It smells delicious, but what does it taste like?"

In the dream last night, the white-bearded old man prepared the soup in this way, which made him understand that the medical skills can still be done, and those western doctors stand aside.

Picking up the big bowl, Zhang Xiaohu took a sip, not expecting the bitter taste as imagined, but instead it had a faint fragrance.

After taking this sip, I immediately felt the essence of spiritual energy in it, without any waste, and then inspecting the wild ginseng, it completely lost all the essence.

Zhang Xiaohu drank the essence, and finally understood one thing, no wonder the traditional Chinese medicine that has been passed down for thousands of years is not effective, it is because there is a big gap in the medicinal materials.

With the continuous development, it is difficult to obtain pure medicinal herbs, unless it is in the deep mountains and old forests, and the usual ones are all artificially planted, which originally lacks spiritual energy, and Chinese medicine needs to be tortured, and the only spiritual energy has disappeared. No wonder Chinese medicine works.

Zhang Xiaohu remembers very clearly that when he had a cold when he was a child, he didn't need to take medicine at all. Instead, he picked some herbs and boiled them for a while.

Squinting his eyes, and feeling the aura flowing in his blood, Zhang Xiaohu seemed to have a golden avenue in front of him, and the tasting just now, in addition to absorbing the aura, even absorbed the essence of wild ginseng, making him feel very comfortable.

It seems that I should cultivate some spiritual herbs!
Zhang Xiaohu would not have thought of this aspect if he hadn't had the dream last night.

I didn't figure it out before, whether it's refining pills or herbs, he always buys them with money.
Zhang Xiaohu went to the medicine shop once, but he couldn't see the appearance of spiritual herbs. He didn't feel much at that time. Now it seems that society is progressing, but ordinary herbs are disappearing.

If it wasn't for the white-bearded old man appearing in the dream, Zhang Xiaohu would take a detour for a long time, thinking that buying with money would be enough.

(End of this chapter)