I have to say that the place Zhen Gu Qiang chose for Jiang Yun was really good.
The land above where Jiang Yun was hiding was covered with all kinds of plants. There were so many types of plants that they stretched for tens of thousands of feet as far as the eye could see.
There are so many plants with deep roots in the ground, so they naturally contain a lot of wood power.
However, if Jiang Yun could wake up and see this scene on the earth, then he would definitely not choose to hide here to dissolve the power of earth in his body.
Because these plants are obviously various medicinal materials.
Naturally, these medicinal materials definitely did not grow here by themselves, but were deliberately planted here.
To put it simply, this place should be a medicine garden!
Since it is a medicine garden, it naturally has its owner.
Jiang Yun and Zhen Gu Qiang had just killed three strong men from the Xing Clan and the Tibetan Elder Society, and had swallowed up a trace of the Emperor's artistic conception that had not had time to integrate.
Under such circumstances, one should not hide in a medicine garden with an owner.
Even more, we need to use the power of wood in these medicinal materials to disperse the artistic conception of earth.
This is simply equivalent to telling the owner of this medicine garden, I am hiding here with you, come and find me quickly!
It's a pity that although Zhengu is stronger than Jiang Yun, when it comes to considering these things, he is definitely not as good as Jiang Yun.
At this moment, there is a small courtyard in the center of this medicine garden.
In the courtyard, there was a recliner, and an old man with white hair and beard was lying on it. He closed his eyes and rocked the recliner, as if he was falling asleep.
Next to the old man, squatting was a little boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.
The boy was handsome, holding a book in his hand, looking at the dozens of dried medicinal materials placed in front of him with a sullen expression, and muttered: "Mountain Yinhua, likes cold in nature, clears the liver and relieves depression, live, live."
, what to live for..."
At this moment, the lying old man suddenly opened his eyes, frowned and said, "What's the noise!"
The old man's sudden words startled the boy, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa, there is no movement, there is no movement, I recognized it right away."
But the old man ignored him at all. He stood up suddenly, looked in one direction and said, "It seems like something has penetrated into the ground!"
Upon hearing these words, the boy's eyes suddenly lit up. He threw the book in his hand on the ground, jumped up, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Grandpa, where are the gophers coming to steal the medicinal materials? Let's see."
I'll go grab it, bake it and eat it!"
Regarding the boy's words, the old man still acted as if he had never heard him. He took a step forward and walked to a plant. He stretched out his hand to hold the plant and closed his eyes.
After a few breaths, the old man let go of the plant and walked quickly forward, with the boy following closely behind.
After walking dozens of feet, the old man held another plant, closed his eyes, then opened them again, and continued to move forward.
In this way, the old man kept walking and touching the plants, and finally stopped after a quarter of an hour.
There are naturally many plants planted here, but compared with the plants in other parts of the medicinal garden, each of these plants is in a sluggish state, as if they are about to wither.
The boy who also followed here turned his head and looked around and said, "Grandpa, is the gopher hiding down here? I'll go and catch it."
The old man looked at the ground under his feet, and a cold light appeared in his eyes: "This time it is not a ground rat, I don't know who it is, but it dares to come to my Mu Family Medicine Garden to absorb the power of wood!"
Deep in the earth, Jiang Yun, wrapped in a large amount of soil, was lying there quietly.
The old man was about to turn around and tell the little boy not to go down.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the little boy stomped his feet and dived directly into the ground.
After entering the earth, the boy was like a fish swimming in water, moving through the mud very flexibly without being hindered by the mud at all.
It is not difficult to see that this boy is obviously proficient in the power of earth.
The old man shook his head helplessly and said: "You kid, why don't you make people worry at all?"
After all, the old man raised his foot and lightly stomped towards the ground.
Suddenly, the earth cracked open on both sides.
The soil inside also rolled and surged to both sides, condensing into layers of steps at an extremely fast speed.
The old man then raised his feet, stepped on the steps, and walked step by step deeper into the earth.
Although the old man was descending the stairs, his speed was only faster than the boy walking through the mud.
In an instant, the old man had already passed the boy and smiled at the boy. The angry boy shouted: "Grandpa, you are cheating, you are cheating!"
The old man turned a deaf ear and continued to go deeper, until he reached a depth of nearly a thousand feet, then he stopped and frowned as he looked at the huge earth ball that was no longer known to be thick in front of him.
After a while, the boy finally came to the old man's side. He also stopped and stared at the dirt ball curiously: "Grandpa, what is this?"
"Is the guy who stole our Mujiamu's power hiding inside?"
At this moment, the old man's expression had become extremely solemn. He suddenly took the boy's hand and said, "Let's go. Don't tell anyone what happened today. Just pretend it never happened."
After finishing speaking, the old man took the boy and walked towards the ground.
However, the boy gave up. While holding on with all his strength, he shouted in confusion: "Grandpa, what's going on? There is obviously something weird about this earth ball, why do you pretend that nothing happened?"
The old man said in a deep voice: "Don't ask, this matter is too involved, and the situation of our Mu family is extremely special, so we can't interfere."
The boy said even more anxiously: "Grandpa, can you speak clearly?"
"If you don't make it clear, I won't leave!"
Looking at the boy rolling on the ground, the old man showed a look of helpless doting on his face. He stopped, sighed, and said via voice: "This earth ball was attracted by a trace of the Emperor of Earth's artistic conception.
It is formed by condensation.”
"In the earth ball, there was a monk who was unconscious. He must have forcibly swallowed this trace of the emperor's artistic conception. As a result, he could not be integrated into his body and was instead swallowed up. He thought of using the power of wood to decompose the power of earth, so he ran there
Here we are.”
"Those who can possess the Emperor's artistic conception are definitely not ordinary people. They must have something to do with the Emperor."
"And the monk in this earth ball, who dares to steal the emperor's artistic conception, is definitely not a kind person."
"Although we are not afraid of such a person, we must not have anything to do with him."
"If the emperor finds this place and thinks that we are on the same side as him, it will bring disaster to our Mu family. Therefore, we can only pretend that we don't know anything and leave quickly."
After listening to the old man's explanation, the boy blinked and said, "Then if we leave like this, will this monk die?"
The old man thought for a while and said: "The power of wood can certainly decompose some of the power of earth, but he has lost consciousness and cannot guide the power of wood independently, so it can only keep him alive for a while."
"As time goes by, he will eventually be swallowed up by the emperor's artistic conception, and even turn into clay."
"Okay, let's go and let him fend for himself."
However, the boy stared into the old man's eyes and said: "Grandpa, you have always taught me that if you want to practice medicine in the world, you should heal your body, correct your heart, be sincere in your intentions, and refine your pursuits. This is the benevolence of a doctor!"
"If we let this monk fend for himself, wouldn't this behavior be called the benevolence of a doctor?"
The boy's words made the old man speechless and silent.
He didn't know how to explain to his grandson, who had never left the Mu family and had a simple personality, that the most terrifying thing in the world, besides benevolence, was the human heart!
Seeing that the old man was silent, the boy suddenly shook off his palm and said, "Grandpa, although I'm afraid I can't become a doctor, I want to give it a try and save this monk!"