The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 603 There is a Little Medicine Fairy in the Mountain (2)

But this medicine fairy is not close to the people. He goes out of the mountain once a year, regardless of the thousands of people asking for medicine, and goes to the restaurant to drink on his own.

The unreliable name of Yaoxian was just given out in Da Zhou.

In addition, besides the superb medical skills of the living dead and bones, Yao Xian is also well-known throughout the Zhou Dynasty, even the entire continent.

That is looks.

There are very few people in this world who have seen the true face of the Yaoxian, but only those who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her face by chance, were all fascinated and couldn't sleep at night.

Everyone knows that Yaoxian is dressed in white all year round, with a veiled hat, and a silver and white bone fan in his hand. .

The admiration and admiration of the world made Yaoxian an unattainable position in the Great Zhou.

132 years in the big week.

Swagger Beishan.

A dense mulberry forest, the deepest in the forest, there is a green brick hut, surrounded by a long fenced yard, covered with layers of double-hooked vines outside the wall, the breeze blows, the leaves of the mulberry tree rustle, and there is a faint The mist filled the air, making the hut look more ethereal and dusty.

In the yard, there are all kinds of celestial herbs and medicines. In the middle of the yard, there is a three-tiered shelf filled with dried ginseng.

There is a green leaf in the corner, swaying in the wind.

...

Jiang Tang opened his eyes again and confirmed his sight, which was indeed only five centimeters high.

A giant ant crawled past her eyes, and two birds that looked bigger than a helicopter stopped in front of her, fluttering their colorful wings.

Jiang Tang remained calm for three seconds, trying to dig out something from the original owner's memory.

then……

Empty.

The original owner has no memory or thinking.

Jiang Tang was a little confused, she wanted to move her hands and feet, and then there was a rattling sound above her head, which was the sound of swaying leaves.

Jiang Tang moved again, and the leaves on the top of his head drooped down, very green.

"Ban Ban, grass has grown on my head."

"Well, I see it."

Jiang Tang still wanted to ask, but suddenly he heard chattering voices from all directions, as if he had entered a flock of ducks.

"I'm 500 years old!"

"My 600 years! No, [-] years!"

"I'm a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng! What are your hundreds of years old ginseng!"

……

Jiang Tang: "..."

She asked tentatively.

"What are you discussing?"

After a while, a soft voice really answered her.

"The old man is older than anyone else."

Old ginseng?
older than who?
Ginseng essence?
"Then we..."

"We're all new here, don't interrupt."

Hearing the words, Jiang Tang suddenly realized.

Oh, it turns out that she is a ginseng essence.

As a newcomer, Jiang Tang quickly became one with the brothers and sisters around him. No one could see what the other looked like, but the first sentence every morning was:

Your leaves are growing upright today!

Yours is also very good!
Elderly ginseng is in its own way, competing for who is older every day, while young ginseng flatters each other, creating some entertainment for their boring lives.

Jiang Tang thought it was good to be a ginseng. He lay down and thought about life. The soil was fertile and he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking every day.

He listened to stories told by the little ginseng next door all day long.

#On the rules of ginseng refining. #
#An old man participates in young people's participation in two or three things. #
#废柴ginseng The road to cultivating immortals against the sky. #
Jiang Tang listened with relish, but it was a pity that there were no melon seeds.

(End of this chapter)