Then another person came and stayed with Xiaocao again.
In the next scene, the grass condensed into a human form. This made Yang Ziwu a little shocked. The grass was not very big. It was not as big as an ordinary tree. How could it take form directly?
Looking down, that man is dead!
Yes, the man was lying on the ground, the grass was dead, and the two people were lying side by side.
In the next picture, there is another person. I don’t know if it is the original person. According to Yang Ziwu’s analysis, it should be because he planted the grass again and gathered the soil at the end.
If it wasn't the original person, there was no need for him to pay attention to this little grass.
Finally the man left.
Then there were no more murals, and until the end, it seemed that he was still the same person. He came back, but his condition didn't seem right. He must have been old and stooped.
At this time, Changzai Mountain was already there, and the last scene was of the old man standing on the top of Changzai Mountain.
After reading this, Yang Ziwu was at a loss. What is this all about? The whole story is like two people and one grass?
This is a mural. It is meant to record some meaningful stories. Is this meaningful? Yang Ziwu didn't see it at all.
Others have also been watching, all of them are confused and frowning tightly. Although their sight is blocked, it is still no problem to be so close.
"This person..." Zhang Qing frowned and spoke.
Everyone turned to look at him, "What did you find?" Hong Ya asked.
"This person seems to be the dark shadow I just met!"
"ah?"
"Impossible! How many years have passed!" Hong Ya said in surprise.
"No, no, the key question is not, do you think this person is the black shadow?" Yang Ziwu asked.
Zhang Qing covered his head and shook his head, "I don't know, I just feel like this!"
Yang Ziwu nodded and glanced down, "We're here!"
"What's down there?" Hong Ya asked.
"A... small village?"
"Why are you still not sure?"
"Because there is no small village inside the crater, of course I am not sure if it is a village, but it is indeed a building complex with small bungalows!"
"Go and have a look?" Yang Ziwu asked.
"Then you must go and see it! Let's go!" Xia Yu said.
Yang Ziwu tentatively moved forward, slowly walked down the steps, and walked into the village. In fact, there were only a dozen small houses.
After Yang Ziwu and the others went down, nothing was out of the ordinary. Yang Ziwu used a horizontal knife to push open the wooden door of the first courtyard. After entering, Yang Ziwu felt a strange feeling. In the courtyard, there were boxes after boxes of pills.
But they are all ordinary elixirs, including Qi-restoring elixirs, but these are too important to Yang Ziwu and the others now.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Ziwu arrived at the backyard. There was plenty of spiritual energy there, and there was actually a medicinal garden. What was even more frightening was that the medicinal materials were actually used to make the Yun Shen Dan.
Moreover, these medicinal materials grow very well, and they have a feeling of wild growth, not the feeling of rows.
Seeing this, Yang Ziwu knelt down, pinched a handful of soil, and suddenly his expression changed drastically!
"What's wrong?" Xia Yu also came behind him.
"The vitality of this soil is so strong, it is very suitable for cultivating medicinal materials! Many medicinal materials that grow in the demon realm can also be cultivated on earth with this soil!"
Xia Yu's eyes widened, "What kind of grass is this?"
"Yun Shen Cao, the main medicine of Yun Shen Cao!"
"Also... that is to say, with these soil and these medicines, we can continue to cultivate the medicinal materials for Yun Shen Dan?"
Yang Ziwu nodded, "That's right!"
"But we don't have any elixir recipe, so we don't know how to practice it at all!"
"Oh, I have everything, but the prescription is nothing!" Yang Ziwu said.
"Yu
Brother, hurry up and take a look at other courtyards, remember to be careful!"
Xia Yu nodded.
Yang Ziwu carefully dug out these medicinal materials. After digging out the medicinal materials, he packed up all the soil containing vitality in the land and threw it into the space object. qs
In fact, it's just a small piece, really not much, only 180 kilograms.
Then Yang Ziwu hurried out. There was no one in the courtyard anymore. All the pill boxes were there. Most of Yang Ziwu and his generation were born poor. Space objects were something that only Yang Ziwu had. Yang Ziwu
Put all the elixirs in the space object as well.
Then we went to the next courtyard. The situation in the other courtyards was similar to the first courtyard, but Yang Ziwu didn't recognize some of the medicinal materials. Even after checking, he still didn't recognize them.
This is called an explanation. It is a medicine that they don't even know what it is.
The situation is similar in more than a dozen yards.
Then Yang Ziwu began to enter the house. There were not many things in the house. The closest thing to Yang Ziwu was the house in the first courtyard.
As soon as you enter the house, you can see and feel the thick dust under your feet, the half-rotted table in front of you, and some porcelain that is not rotten but is scattered on the ground.
Yang Ziwu stepped forward and took a look. Those porcelains could be considered antiques. The rotten table was also made of fine wood. It was not Huanghuali as we call it on earth, but it was a table made by a demon plant! At least it was a demon plant.
The plants are more than a hundred years old.
Can the wood be bad?
Yang Ziwu continued to enter the rooms inside. Most of them were in dilapidated condition. But when Yang Ziwu entered the room in the third courtyard, he felt something was different as soon as he entered. The table in this room was not broken.
Not only was it not broken, there was a sword on the table.
Yang Ziwu walked over and saw words engraved on the table!
As expected, Yang Ziwu didn’t recognize him!
Yang Ziwu held the sword in his hand, unsheathed it two inches, and instantly revealed his sharp edge! The sword was full of energy!
Two inches out of the scabbard, Yang Ziwu could see the name on the sword. The sword was so close!
Yang Ziwu drew his sword and returned it to its sheath, went out and shouted, "Everyone, are there any knowledgeable people who can come and see me? I don't know how to read!"
Without much effort, Hongya came to Yang Ziwu, rolled her eyes and said, "You don't even know the words? How did you get admitted to Wujiang University?"
"Nonsense, not ordinary Chinese characters!"
Hongya walked in and took a look, "Isn't this the writing of the Demon Realm? You don't recognize it? What did you study at Wujiang University?"
Yang Ziwu was speechless for a moment. He couldn't say that he hadn't attended classes for a few days in total.
"Read it!" Yang Ziwu said with a smile.
"Young people come here, hold my sword close! Remember not to disrespect the three-foot sword in your hand! Don't do evil! Don't act as an aid to a tiger!"
"Pull the sword out of its scabbard, it's my sword move!" After Hong Ya finished speaking, she glanced at Yang Ziwu, "I'll go, sword skills! What a good thing!"