Canglang Mountain is located in the smoky area of ​​Yanbei, surrounded by dense forests and mountains, with the title of eight mountains, one river and one branch of fields. However, in this poor mountainous area, several villages are still tenaciously scattered.

In the past, the people of Canglang Mountain had a difficult life, competing for grain with the land, water with the mountains, and survival with the world. However, ten years ago, the lives of the people of the mountain were suddenly improved. Not only every household had surplus grain, but every village also built a ancestral hall with blue bricks and tiles.

Shuzhuang is one of the villages.

In the early morning, a row of dolls sat neatly in Shuzhuang's ancestral hall.

They all suppressed their lively and active temperament and held green herbs in their mouths.

But soon, some children jumped up, coughed repeatedly, and spit out the herbs in their mouths, with their faces full of painful expressions. As time went by, more and more children could not bear it and spit out the herbs and left the ancestral hall.

There are only three children left in the ancestral hall.

Two of the dolls, the sky spirit covers are constantly appearing.

Only the doll with a slightly bigger head does not have this phenomenon.

"Hold on it! You must melt the medicinal effect of Fufangcao no matter what you say!"

"I have already felt that as long as I have a little more Fufangcao, I can awaken my spiritual roots like Erdan and be qualified to enter the Longxuan Gate!"

Big headed baby, whose name is Shuhan.

Because the head is big, this nickname was given.

Maybe it's because of his big head, Shu Han has been smarter and smarter than ordinary children since he was a child.

What is widely circulated is the story of a big-headed baby capturing a bandit at night.

Two years ago, in late autumn, a drought occurred around Canglang Mountain.

Many honest farmers became bandits to fill their stomachs.

One night, while the villagers turned off the lights, the group sneaked into Shuzhuang, but they ran into Xiao Shuhan who was getting up at night.

These thieves are not extremely vicious people, so they wanted to knock them out.

Usually, children are scared to death when they encounter this situation. However, Shu Han reacts quickly and pretends to be a fool in the village. He is silly and insists that they are coming to Shuzhuang to buy grain. These bandits go down the slope and ask Shu Han to take them to the granary to see grain.

Shu Han lied that he was food security, and the village chief hid all the grain in the ancestral hall. After taking the group into the ancestral hall, he slipped out of the dog cave in the ancestral hall, immediately locked the gate of the ancestral hall, trapping the bandits in the ancestral hall.

Afterwards, Shuzhuang praised Shu Han for being very wise.

Sitting in the ancestral hall was a middle-aged man in silk, with lifelike bamboo embroidered on his brocade robe, which was in a strong contrast to the village chief who stood by the thick burlap next to him.

He held the hot tea, his eyes brighter than the mountain people. Looking at the children below, he was quite satisfied: "The dolls are all good, especially the Erdan, who looks very sharp. Goudan's performance is also good, but unfortunately, the big-headed baby shows no sign of awakening of the spiritual roots..."

The white-bearded village chief nodded and bowed: "Look, Zhang Xianchang, do you have a chance to have a big-headed baby?"

Zhang Xianchang pondered for a moment and said, "I like this big-headed baby very much. Not only is it smart but also perseverance. Taking Fufangcao without awakening the spiritual roots, it is like swallowing charcoal. It is rare for this child to persist. Just give him two days, and there is still no sign at that time, and I can't help either."

The village chief rubbed his hands and smiled: "Zhang Xianchang, look, if we have three spiritual children in Shuzhuang, can we give more subsidies? The children will never come back as soon as they go out, and they will have to give their parents an explanation."

Zhang Xianchang glanced at him and snorted: "If the big-headed kid can really succeed, it will not be a problem to build a ancestral hall for your village. Don't bother me anymore."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Finally, after enduring the burning sensation of the fire, Shu Han finally digested all the medicinal power of Fufangcao.

At this time, Erdan and Gouwa also woke up. There was no sign of distortion on their faces due to pain, but instead looked refreshed. Shu Han felt itchy and made him feel a little bit more obsessed with awakening his spiritual roots.

"The immortal said that entering Longxuan Gate is much better than studying and becoming an official."

"As long as I enter Longxuan Gate, I can take my parents and sisters out of the mountains to live a wealthy life, and I can also go and see the vast world that Zhang Xianchang said."

With this idea, Shu Han took out his torn linen bag and began to pick up the spitted Fufang grass.

He knew that the medicinal power of these Fufang herbs had not dissipated yet, and he could take it again as long as he was cleaned a little.

If you cannot be as talented as Erdan, you must make up for your shortcomings with diligence.

Goudan looked at Shu Han who was picking up the grass and said disdainfully: "Bigou, forget it! You don't have this life! It's good to be a carpenter like your father."

"Goudan, let's talk about it, let's say, let's see if I don't beat you up!"

Erdan stood up and raised his fist in anger.

Goudan retreated repeatedly and laughed: "Erdan, Datou will be in the village for the rest of his life, but we will definitely go to Longxuan Sect. There is no need to be a merciful person for Datou. My mother said we will take care of each other in the future!"

"Dare to say it!"

Erdan widened his eyes and rushed forward to beat Goudan, but he was pulled by Shu Han.

"Big Head Brother, he dares to say this to you, see if I won't beat him to death!"

Shu Han shook his head, held a bag of fragrant grass, and pulled Erdan out of the ancestral hall.

Erdan was still angry: "Brother Big Head, he always said this to you. Let me beat him up and promise to close his stinky mouth."

"Hey, I think Goudan is right."

"ah?"

Erdan widened his eyes and said, "Brother Big Head, are you okay?"

Shu Han scratched his head: "If I still don't awaken the spiritual roots in the future, I will be really not the same as you. If you go to Longxuan Sect in the future, you will have a better relationship with Goudan, and you will have to take care of you. However, if I awaken the spiritual roots, wouldn't I really hit Goudan in the face?"

Erdan grinned and said, "Brother Big Head, I believe you can do it. Take it, this is what I left this morning."

Erdan reached out and patted a complete Fufang grass in Shu Han's hand.

"Erdan...you..."

Erdan laughed: "I don't need it anymore. Zhang Xianchang had told me a long time ago that he would definitely enter the Longxuan Gate. At that time, there will be as many as Fufangcao, and there will be better treasures than Fufangcao! Big Head Brother, why should you go to Longxuan Gate together?"

"good!"

Shu Han returned home and hurriedly had breakfast. He carried a bag of broken Fufang grass and walked up the stream. There were few people in this place and no one disturbed him. Shu Han cleaned the bag of Fufang grass next to the stream and immediately started taking it.

The bitten Fufang herbs lost most of the effect, and it still burned the heart and lungs after taking it.

Shu Han gritted his teeth. When he took the second plant, he felt burning all over and wished he could roll into the stream and soak it happily.

"It feels just a little bit worse! Zhang Xianchang is about to take Erdan and Goudan away. I must awaken my spiritual roots before they leave!"

There are eight fragrant grass trees in one bag, but only these eight trees make Shuhan suffer from morning to evening.

As the sun sets, the red sunshine shines on Shu Han's childish cheeks. He slowly opens his eyes, and more despair is revealed in his eyes.

All the Fufang grass I picked up was used up.

But the feeling of awakening from spiritual roots is still a little worse.

This is like what the old people often say about running a horse to death when looking at the mountain.

I clearly felt that the mountain was close to me, but no matter how Shu Han drove, I couldn't reach that mountain.

"Ahhh!"

Shu Han screamed in grief and anger, and the sarcastic words of Goudan always echoed in his ears.

He pinched the complete Fu Fangcao saved by Erdan, and felt depressed.

At this time, he realized that even if he had more than a dozen, he would still not be able to wake up.

Looking at his reflection in the stream, Shu Han smiled desperately and said to himself: "You don't have this life, so you'd better stay in the village all your life."

After saying that, the grass that Fufang was thrown into the stream by him, along with the little hope in his heart.

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 out floating on the stream.

Restrained the idea of ​​picking it up, Shu Han continued to walk.

Suddenly he saw another flower grass flowing past him.

Strange! Did you throw two of them away? It’s not right!

Just as he was confused, another plant flowed down from the upstream.

Shu Han was shocked and hurriedly stepped into the stream and picked up the fragrant grass.

Then, my eyes looked upstream of the stream, and sure enough, another plant flowed down.

With doubts in his heart, Shu Han went up against the stream and picked up nine trees along the way!

He suppressed the feeling of crying with joy and looked up the stream. The source of Fufang grass came from a pitch-black jar that was settled in the stream. Shu Han pulled up the jar with force, and facing the setting sun, he actually saw that the jar was full of fresh Fufang grass!

"How is this possible!"

Pour out all the fragrant grass in the jar, there were actually as many as thirty-eight!

Shu Han was stunned. He didn't know why there were so many fresh Fufang grass in this old jar, but he knew that he had hope of awakening his spiritual roots!

Picking up the small jar, Shu Han tossed and turned, and there was no sign of the dark jar. He tried to put a Fufang grass in it, and then a magical scene happened. A faint blue light began to emit from the jar, and the Fufang grass at the bottom of the jar actually turned into two!

Then, two plants turned into four plants, four plants turned into eight plants, and one cup of tea, Shu Han got a full can of Fufangcao!

This magical phenomenon brought a huge impact on Shu Han's young heart.

His big head was blank for a long time before he could resume rotation.

Then, in order to verify his conjecture, he cleared Fufangcao and threw a stone in.

Very fast, the stones in the jar grew at a faster rate, filling a 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, and immediately began to dig a pit and buried a pile of fufang grass in. He brought a can with him, pretending to have nothing to find, and ran back to the village.
Chapter completed!