Yan An came to this village twenty years ago. There must be a reason. The most likely reason is that there is a treasure here.
Now that he met two more people who came to look for something, Li Ting couldn't help but not think too much.
Are they looking for the same thing?
Fang Tong glanced at Huang Zhuo, but Huang Zhuo was still struggling. He didn't want to say anything.
But this is meaningless. As long as Li Ting wants to, he can move the land of this house away. No matter whether the thing is here or not, he can't get it.
"Yan An." Li Ting suddenly said: "They know a treasure. It may be very powerful. You can try the medicine and help me cultivate as an immortal."
The ghost suddenly turned around and looked at the two people with lifeless eyes.
What Yan An cared about most, apart from practicing medicine and making medicine, was to help Chen Shi become an immortal. At this time, he was talking about two things at the same time. With his gangster character, how could he let it go.
Huang Zhuo felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He raised his hands in compromise and said, "I said."
Yan An heard the words and moved closer, obviously wanting to listen more carefully so that he could be the first to find the treasure later.
Huang Zhuo had been a Taoist priest and hated the smell of ghosts the most, but now he had to endure his nausea and let Yan An get close.
"There used to be a treasure in Nanyan City in the Immortal Kingdom. It was in the hands of the city lord, and it was called Zijiancao. However, after the city was destroyed, the grass disappeared. I accidentally learned that the city lord of Nanyan City and
We have a close personal relationship with Zhao Ling, the chief guard of Nanyan City, and even met with him in secret before Zhao Ling was expelled.
So I speculate that this grass should be in Zhao Ling's hands."
Li Ting glanced at Fang Tong and said with a half-smile, "Just speculation?"
Huang Zhuo also glanced at Fang Tong, "Later... I confirmed it from him."
"Oh, how can you be sure? You should have asked about the picture of Purple Grass, or told someone about its appearance. So what does it look like?"
"I don't know, it was Zhao Ling who said there was purple grass." Fang Tong said immediately.
Idiot, Huang Zhuo cursed in his heart.
Sure enough, Li Tingwenyan's face turned cold and he looked at Zhao Lingyan, "What kind of personality is your father? Does he like to talk about these things?"
Zhao Lingyan shook his head and said: "Dad has been feeling very sad since he was exiled. He never talked about cultivation and Nanyan City. Even the spirit beads were only used when changing things. I have never heard of Zi Jian.
Grass."
Fang Tong wanted to make it up again, but Huang Zhuo stopped him. He saw that Li Ting was very smart and couldn't fool him at all, so he might as well cooperate and finish talking quickly before running away.
"It's black, with a few fine purple lines. He saw it when he was helping Zhao Ling's house to be repaired, and he met it when I was asking for information, so I knew it." Huang Zhuo replied.
In this case, Zhao Lingyan might have seen it before.
Li Ting thought this, but did not look at the little girl behind him.
"What effect does it have?" Li Ting asked.
"I don't know about this, I just know it's a treasure." Huang Zhuo said.
"Do you think I will believe it?"
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Anyway, even if there is something, it belongs to you. It's useless for me to hide it. It's not poisonous anyway. You can study it yourself." Huang Zhuo shouted.
"If you don't know, just think about it. If you can't figure it out, don't leave." Li Ting said coldly.
Huang Zhuo's face was dripping with sweat, "I, I really don't know, these things are all yours, there's no point in hiding it."
Fang Tong glanced at Huang Zhuo in confusion. Apparently he had only seen this thing before and was responsible for helping Huang Zhuo find it, but he didn't know what the function of this grass was.
Huang Zhuo looked like he was determined to win, but when he turned around and said he didn't know the use, no one believed him.
"It's just that the people above said there was a reward for finding it, so I was so anxious!" Huang Zhuo saw the reason why Li Ting thought he knew, and quickly explained.
"People above?" Li Ting asked.
"I am a member of Protector Yemen Nan, and I found this to dedicate it to the Protector." Huang Zhuo said with a bitter smile.
"Yemen Dharma Protector?" Ye Ming asked curiously.
Huang Zhuo glanced at him and sighed: "It's not a secret. The master of our Night Sect is called the Young Master. Under the Young Master, there are four great protectors, divided into southeast, northwest and northwest. I am a member of the Southern Protector."
After hearing this, several people were thoughtful.
"How strong are you?" Ye Ming continued.
Huang Zhuo glanced at him and then looked at Li Ting, "Today my skills are inferior to others, but I can't say that I can't betray the young master." When he said this, Huang Zhuo's eyes flashed with obvious admiration, respect, and...
Vague fear.
"I won't say it anymore, or you can kill me." Putting life and death aside, Huang Zhuo calmed down.
Li Ting kept looking into his eyes, paying attention to the changes in his expressions. Although Huang Zhuo did not say anything about the strength of the leader of the Night Gate, judging from his eyes, Master Hongye should be a very strange person.
Both mortals and practitioners are taken in, and while their subordinates respect him, they also have a faint fear.
Sure enough, it is impossible for a mountain gate to stand firm amidst the rampant evil spirits.
"You don't think you're the only one who knows the usefulness of purple grass, do you?" A sweet voice came, and a woman pushed the door open and squinted at Huang Zhuo.
The woman was dressed in a dark green gauze dress with a large number of black runes drawn on it. It was elegant and a bit mysterious. She was holding a withered folding fan handle and her dark hair was untied. She leaned against the door and looked Huang Zhuo up and down.
It's Yun Shu.
Huang Zhuo's expression was a little uncertain. He looked Yun Shu up and down and said, "Sangyang Gate?"
Yun Shu lazily made a salute and said: "Sangyangmen Yunshu, are you a young Taoist priest from Riyue Mountain? But they are very old-fashioned. Your cultivation level should not be enough to go out and make a living, right? That means you have left the sect?"
"
In just a few words, she had an accurate guess about the other party's situation.
"It is true that not many people know how to use Purple Grass, because it first appeared in Zhongzhou. It was discovered by a Taoist priest and brought back to Nanzhou. It was blended with six top-quality materials to make the famous Qiankun Bag." Yun Shu
sermon.
The more she spoke, the darker Huang Zhuo's face became.
He actually knew the usefulness of purple grass, but he just didn't want to tell Li Ting and others.
After all, herbs that enhance strength can be found again even though they are rare. However, purple grass is different. Its use is too special and cannot be replaced.
"As for this use, it has not spread to Beizhou and Xizhou, but there are a few Taoist priests in Nanzhou who know about it. It seems that you are one of them."
Yun Shu smiled happily when he saw Huang Zhuo deflated.
Riyue Mountain and Sangyang Sect have always been difficult to deal with, especially the old Taoist priests. Seeing Yun Shu's appearance and temperament, they always shake their heads, saying that they are wasting their bones, Sangyang Sect is all evil, as if she
How unbearable it is.
"Taoist Master." Ye Ming scratched his head and asked curiously: "What is the use of purple grass? Is it for refining weapons?"
Yun Shu shook his head, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, "It contains the laws of space and can be used to refine a storage magic weapon. This magic weapon has a very special ability, that is, it can hold living things."
Can it hold living things?
For a moment, everyone held their breath.
And Huang Zhuo's expression became really bitter. This chapter has been completed!