Wanyaoling Mountain has a peculiar shape, looking like a medicine pestle from a distance. People all over the world say that this was the medicine pestle left by Shennong in those days, which formed this mountain.
After thousands of years of care by Tianshi Dao, this place has already become a fairyland on earth. The green trees are fragrant, the red flowers are blooming, hundreds of waterfalls are flying together, and the fragrance of medicine is bursting. It is really like a fairyland.
However, this beautiful scenery disappeared after the arrival of Wang Yan and his five hundred soul restrainers.
The five hundred soul-binding envoys surrounded Wang Yan and headed straight for Wanyao Ridge from the front mountain of Longhu Mountain. Along the way, the wind was fierce, the turbid air was soaring into the sky, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were endless. The rabbits along the road,
Roe deer, foxes, gophers, wild boars, etc., saw this posture from a distance and fled away from the wind. Countless birds were so frightened that they soared into the sky and quickly left the place.
"Bastard, bastard!"
In Wanyao Ridge, a fat old man with a white beard was watering the herbs. He raised his head and saw this scene. He suddenly became furious and struck the ground with the tap cane in his hand, making a "dong dong" sound.
"Su Mugong, you may not be angry? It is said that the Taoist priests of Shidao that day lost a bet to the leader of the underworld's soul arrester, so they had to send a group of ghosts from the underworld to come here to collect medicine. This Wanyao Ridge is not yours, it's not
Mine belongs to the Celestial Master, and we are just doing the work under orders. The real master has already surrendered, why are you angry here? The emperor is really not in a hurry, but the eunuch is!"
Standing next to him was a toothless old lady holding a pair of scissors and pruning herbs.
"Yes, Atupo is right!"
"That's right, Mr. Sumu, you need to change your bad temper. Yuanfang, what do you think?"
Several old men and women who were pruning herbs nearby began to chatter.
This group of people are all mountain gods and land within a radius of hundreds of miles of Longhu Mountain. After Tianshi Tao established its religion in Longhu Mountain, successive leaders used their magical powers to make the land public to the gods and land within a radius of 500 miles of Longhu Mountain.
Nainai was detained and asked to help take care of Wanyao Ridge.
That Sangmu Gong who was shaking with anger and leaning on a dragon-headed crutch was from Xiangyuan County at the foot of Longhu Mountain. He had a bad temper and was extremely stingy. He was a real miser, so his interpersonal relationships were always bad and he was often criticized by others.
laugh at.
"Humph, you guys know nothing!" Mr. Sang Mu's beard stood up in anger, "I don't care whether this Ten Thousand Medicine Ridge belongs to him from the Heavenly Master or from the Underworld's Soul Controller. It has nothing to do with me. What I feel sorry for is
The herbs in here! The herbs in here are all the ones I worked hard to take care of, one ladle of water and one ladle of fat every day. Those damn ghosts almost ask for a basket and a half as soon as they open their mouths, be good!"
The more he talked, the angrier he became, "The Ghost Orchid grows for a thousand years, but it doesn't necessarily mean there will be a basket and a half! That crystal walnut only grows a few in a hundred years! And that Xuanming grass, that leafless flower...
..." He became more and more excited as he spoke, and at the end he burst into tears, "These bandits want all the rare treasures in Wanyaoling to become extinct. If they do this, they will kill me.
What's the difference?"
All the earth and mountain gods laughed at him.
"Looking at this old man crying, it's like he robbed his daughter."
"Bah, how could he have a daughter? He was an old bachelor when he was in the mortal world."
"Yes. This herb garden doesn't belong to him, does it?"
"Sang Mugong, don't put gold on your face! I don't even want your life if you give it to me! Why should I want a smelly and hard old man?"
As he spoke, the clouds in the distance were flying closer and closer, and all the land and mountain gods could see the dark face of Wang Yan in the clouds. Everyone did not dare to neglect any more, hurriedly packed up, and ran to Wanyao respectfully.
He went to meet Wang Yan at the entrance of the ridge, leaving only Sang Mugong lying on the ground crying.
Wang Yan led his men down the clouds and saw nineteen land and mountain gods sparsely standing at the entrance to the mountain, greeting them along the way.
When they saw Wang Yan arriving, the leader of the group, Di Nainai, cleared his throat and said, "Welcome Wang Yan, the leader of the underworld, to Wanyao Ridge!"
"Welcome Wang Yan, the commander-in-chief of the underworld, to Wanyao Ridge!"
The voices of the gods were uniform, sonorous, powerful, and full of energy, which actually startled Wang Yan.
He unconsciously put on his airs, put on a majestic expression, and glanced across the faces of the gods one by one. Every earth god and mountain god he looked at quickly lowered his head, not daring to talk to the king.
Yan looked at each other. Wang Yan's vicious reputation spread far and wide, and they had heard a little about it, but they did not dare to touch the bad luck of this murderous god.
"Well, very good." Wang Yan nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I came here today to collect medicine."
He waved his hand, and each of the five hundred soul-binding agents under his command carried out a large bamboo basket.
"I have made an agreement with Tianshi Dao. I will collect a basket and a half of every herb in Wanyao Ridge. If you are familiar with this place, you can lead my men to collect it." Wang Yan said casually.
"That, this..." the leader, Tu Di Nainai, thought about it for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Master, there are many medicinal materials in Wanyaoling that are very precious, and the total of them is not enough for a basket. If you pick them all,
, I’m afraid that in the future, it will be…” She held it in for a long time and finally finished her words, “It will become extinct!”
"Oh? That's it!" Wang Yan patted his head, "Well, I understand that you can't catch all the benefits." He smiled, "I'll leave you a seed of each of those rare herbs.
, I’ll take everything else.”
All the land and mountain gods present were spewing blood. Some magical herbs are extremely difficult to cultivate. It takes more than a hundred years to take root and sprout, and another hundred years to grow small leaves. When it turns from a seed into a mature herb
, I’m afraid it will take a thousand years.
"This..." Di Di Nainai was troubled. Wang Yan's face sank, "Why, no? Then I will take them all, and I won't give you a single seed!"
"Commander, calm down, calm down!" The mountain god Tu Tu was frightened by him and quickly begged for mercy. Tu Tu Nainai wiped the sweat from his face and said, "The little god will lead the commander's men into the mountains to collect herbs."
The sound of the Wheel of Fortune reached Wang Yan's ears, "Let them collect more Ghost Heart Grass, Cold Pond Crystal, Flame Fruit and Heartless Flower. Ghost Heart Grass can increase the mana of the Yin Soul, and the Cold Pond Crystal can increase the spirit of the Yin Soul."
The thoughts are more concentrated. With these two things, you can improve the combat power of your men. The Flame Fruit is useful to you, and I want to use the Wuxin Flower."
Wang Yan followed his instructions, and the five hundred Soul Holders, led by a group of land and mountain gods, gradually went deep into the depths of Wanyao Ridge.
Wang Yan picked a peach tree and jumped up. His spiritual mind now covered a very wide area. With his mind open, he could sense every plant and tree within a radius of several miles, as well as every move of everyone.
The five hundred Soul Holders were basically rough and tumble people. When they saw herbs, they would tear off the roots and leaves and throw them into the basket. In order to please Wang Yan, they only picked herbs with good quality and not those with poor quality.
They were thrown aside casually. Those centuries-old ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum were randomly uprooted and thrown to the ground.
For a moment, the silent Wanyao Ridge seemed like a market, with shouts and shouts. There were bull-headed and horse-faced people pulling herbs everywhere, black and white.
The mountain gods were a little sad to see the land, but they couldn't say anything, so they could only cover their eyes and not look at it.
Wang Yan was lying on the peach blossom tree, listening to the lively sounds in the distance, but his mind flew far away.
The mountain wind blew, the trees trembled, and the peach blossoms fell from the trees, like a rain of petals. Looking at such beautiful scenery, Wang Yan felt drunk and felt slightly tipsy.
Not for anything else, just because he thought of Lin Shijian.
"Little brother, men can't say no." Lin Shijian leaned against the peach tree, her white clothes were as white as snow, her black hair was like clouds, she was astonishingly beautiful. The peach blossoms on her face contrasted with each other's red.
"Brother, how about we go to Fuliang City for a walk? From now on, we will be the elders of the month, specializing in matching lovers!" Lin Shijian took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip of fragrant pear wine.
"Little brother..."
The fierce mountain wind hit again, and Lin Shijian's image gradually disappeared. Wang Yan stretched out his hand to grab it, but missed it and only caught a hand full of peach blossoms.
He put the peach blossom to his nose and smelled it carefully, but he couldn't smell anything because his nose was already sour.
"Sister." He put the petals to his mouth and blew gently, causing the petals to flutter toward the rocks. "Sister, wait for me. I am now moving towards you step by step."
"Hey, is this the order from you, a black man? The herbs in Wanyaoling fall into the hands of people like you. It's really a waste of peonies. You, you, your subordinates have ruined all those rare medicinal materials.
It's so bad, I'll fight you!"
Wang Yan was immersed in memories, when a rough and hoarse voice suddenly brought him back to reality.
Wang Yan looked under the flower tree angrily, and saw a fat old man standing under the tree, with his hands on his hips. The old man's facial features were squeezed together because of anger, but with his red hair
Bright rosacea not only does not make people feel the slightest fear, but also makes people feel very funny.
"Who are you?" Wang Yan asked coldly. This ignorant old man disturbed his memories of Lin Shijian, and Wang Yan felt very uncomfortable.
"Humph, of course you don't know who I am, but I know who you are, this black man! Whether I change my name or my surname, Sang Mugong is me! I am Sang Mugong! I have been staying here in Wanyaoling.
I have been taking care of herbs every day for more than two hundred years. These herbs are just like my daughters. Now, you have ruined my daughters, and I can’t spare you!"
The more Mr. Sang Mu spoke, the angrier he became. His chubby body suddenly jumped up to Wang Yan's side, and he hit Wang Yan on the head with his cane.
"Ouch!" A wailing cry spread far away from the peach blossom forest.
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Fate: [yinkanshui]
Attribute: Combat style
Characteristics: Hosts with this fate are born with an inexplicable affinity for water. Water in their hands is a weapon, a friend, and a helper. This kind of person also has another unpleasant nickname, called "Yu"
Male]. A group of people go out for an outing. If there is a Rain Man among them, it will definitely rain that day. All the Dragon Kings in the world have this fate.