The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 59 Medicinal Materials

In the middle of the night, a figure quietly left Shaolin and rushed to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

"This time I have injected a month's worth of internal energy into the paper man's body. I think it should be able to last for a year and a half."

Ye Wuxin's eyes were focused, and his body looked like a wild goose flying past, until it reached the distance.

More than ten days later, in a busy market, Ye Wuxin was dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and walked into a medicine shop.

"Boss, do you have any good old ginseng?"

When the drug store owner saw his elegant appearance, he immediately nodded his head.

"Yes, yes, sir, please wait a moment."

After a while, a numbered nanmu box was placed in front of Ye Wuxin. When he opened it, a ginseng as thick as two fingers came into view.

"Is this the only one?"

His tone was quite disappointing, which made the medicine store owner sweat on his forehead.

Of course, because the medicinal materials here are valuable, especially ginseng, this has also attracted many traveling traders to take risks in order to make a fortune.

“It’s a bit troublesome”

If it weren't for the method he found that required a lot of old ginseng, he would never have ventured here to look for Jurchen tribe members.

It is now the first month of the year, and it should be peaceful, but the atmosphere in the Main Hall has become extremely chilling.

After burning the incense, Ye Wuxin stepped on the corpses on the ground and asked the people in the team.

"Yes, yes! Oh, don't kick me, sir. I understand the Mandarin of the Song Dynasty."

At the same time, inside the Main Hall.

"Where are those Jurchen tribes? They will reach the border if we go any further. If we waste time, we will lose more than we gain."

Xuanci put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, the invitation sent to Gusu Murong has been returned."

On the cold snow, a fast horse carried four baskets of ginseng out of sight of the nomadic tribe.

"Does anyone understand the Mandarin of the Song Dynasty?"

Time flies, and a long time has passed in the blink of an eye.

A flash of blood flashed across, and the bodies of several wild wolves were broken into two sections. The bright red blood mixed with the pieces of meat fell on the snow.

"Are you from Song Dynasty?"

All the eminent monks of the Xuan generation looked at each other with serious expressions. They already understood the meaning behind Senior Brother Xuanci's summoning them to the Main Hall.

After saying that, the fat man only took out one of the banknotes he took out and walked in happily.

"Sir, the ginseng here in the shop is the best. If you really want to find better ginseng than this, you have to go to Changbai Mountain."

Ye Wuxin didn't know how much the fat man earned, nor did he care. Anyway, the money came from those wealthy families, so it didn't matter how much he lost.

"I need ginseng. The higher the age, the better. Since you can communicate with them, you should be able to express your intention for me."

After leaving the medicine shop, Ye Wuxin looked helpless. It seemed that he could only go to the deep mountains and forests to get some gold and silver property along the way. Otherwise, the property in his pocket might not be enough.

"I bought whatever they had left."

"Junior brothers, I want to teach him Gusu Murong Dou Zhuan Xingyuan's brilliant trick on the Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. Junior Brother Xuanbei's grudges should be settled."

Ye Wuxin nodded slowly and saw a piece of broken silver placed on the table.

A fat man wearing animal skins stood up. His style was completely different from that of the group of men and horses who were in a stalemate with the wild wolves.

After a while, Ye Wuxin walked into the dense forest. The scene in front of him made him unconsciously lick his cold and dry lips.

"Yes, yes, I am a traveling trader. I came here just to buy medicinal materials. I didn't expect to encounter such a large pack of wolves. I almost thought my life was in danger."

"Hero, they don't recognize banknotes, they only value gold and silver. Leave it to me and I promise to handle it properly for you. This can be regarded as repaying your life-saving grace."

"Hehe, hero, even though this ginseng was worth a hundred taels of silver in the Song Dynasty, here, although it is not as good as weeds, the quantity is quite large."

He casually took out a few banknotes from his arms. When the fat man saw them, he waved his hands repeatedly.

In the Liao Kingdom, on the vast snowfield, Ye Wuxin walked on the road with an indifferent expression.

After noticing his footsteps, a pair of green wolf eyes stared at him coldly, making people feel a chill in their hearts.

A foot trader is a person who is willing to put his head in his belt for money. Even the fat man in front of him is much more courageous than the average person.

This kind of coldness is nothing to Mingyu Gong, even the third level of Mingyu Gong can easily turn water into ice.

If he wants to speed up his internal strength cultivation, he usually can only practice hard by refining energy. He wants to collect a large amount of Laoshan ginseng, but he also has other purposes.

The Jurchens and Daliao are both nomadic tribes, and the two sides also have many grievances and disputes. The situation here can be described as a mixed bag.

Ye Wuxin's face darkened. He had many purposes for his trip, but the most important one was the thousand-year-old ice silkworm in the hands of his uncle Huijing in Minzhong Temple.

After a while, four baskets of ginseng fell neatly into the system space. After choosing the direction, Ye Wuxin rushed towards the location of Minzhong Temple.

"I've learned my lesson and say goodbye."

'Hurry back as soon as possible. It has taken too long along the way and I don't know if it will be late.'

The Blood River Sword slowly exuded a trace of bloody air. The wolves were stimulated by the bloody air, and many wild wolves immediately rushed towards Ye Wuxin.

The leading wolf was as strong as a calf, strolling leisurely among the wolves, and slowly laid his eyes on today's 'dinner'.

Soon, the fat man started chattering in front of the leader of the tribe, and several Jurchen men immediately brought out a basket of Laoshan ginseng from behind. Even the thinnest one was three fingers thick.

After walking for a few more days, the sky gradually became gloomy. Just when Ye Wuxin was about to go to sleep, there were waves of howling wolves, and there was a faint sound of communication.

Although Ye Wuxin couldn't understand whether it was Jurchen or Khitan, he still drew his sword and rushed towards the source of the sound.

All the eminent monks of the Xuan generation looked at each other, clasped their hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

Hundreds of gray wolves surrounded a group of pedestrians wearing animal skins and holding steel forks.

Hearing this, the fat man patted his chest to express that I had everything under his control.

When she saw the fat man talking about his life and death with a smile without changing his expression, Ye Wuxin felt a little more trust in his heart.

He believed that gestures and movements should be able to roughly express what he meant.

"Amitabha, good, good, good."

XuanNan spoke at this time.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother will have someone prepare to pay homage immediately."

"Inform all the heroes in the world about this matter. If Murong Gusu avoids you again, don't blame me for telling him that the Murong family will no longer have the dignity to stand in the world."

(End of chapter)