The Mortal Immortal

Canglang Mountain is located in the misty area of ​​Yanbei, surrounded by dense forests and surrounded by mountains. It is known as eight mountains, one water and one field. However, in this poor mountainous area, there are still a few villages scattered around.

In the past, the people of Canglang Mountain lived a difficult life, competing with the earth for food, the mountains for water, and the heaven and earth for survival. However, just ten years ago, the life of the mountain people here suddenly improved. Not only did every household have a surplus of food, but every village also built an ancestral hall with blue bricks and terracotta tiles.

Shuzhuang is one of these villages.

In the early morning, a row of dolls sat neatly in the ancestral hall of Shuzhuang.

They all suppressed their lively and active tempers, holding green herbs in their mouths.

But soon, a child jumped up, coughed repeatedly, and hurriedly spit out the herbs in his mouth, with an expression of pain on his little face. As time went by, more and more children couldn't bear it and vomited out the herbs and left the ancestral hall.

There were only three children left in the ancestral hall.

Two of the dolls' Tianling Caps had a faint amount of spiritual energy emerging from them.

Only the doll with a slightly larger head did not have this phenomenon.

"Hold it! No matter what you say, the medicinal effect of Fu Fang Cao will be gone!"

"I've already felt it. As long as I have a little more Fufangcao, I can awaken my spiritual roots like Erdan and be qualified to enter the Dragon Xuan Sect!"

The big-headed baby's name is Shu Han.

Because of his big head, he got this nickname.

Perhaps because of his big head, Shu Han has been smarter and smarter than ordinary children since he was a child.

What is widely circulated is the story of the big-headed boy capturing a bandit at night.

In late autumn two years ago, there was a drought around Canglang Mountain.

Many honest farmers in Badjiao became bandits in order to make ends meet.

One night, while the villagers turned off their lights, a group of people sneaked into Shuzhuang, and they bumped into Xiao Shuhan who was getting up from the night.

These thieves were not extremely vicious, they wanted to knock them out.

Ordinary children would be frightened into confusion when encountering this kind of situation, but Shu Han reacted quickly and pretended to be a fool in the village, naively insisting that they came to Shuzhuang to buy food. These bandits came down the slope and asked Shu Han to take them to the granary to see the grain.

Shu Han lied and claimed that for the sake of food security, the village chief hid the food in the ancestral hall. After bringing this group of people into the ancestral hall, he slipped out of the dog hole of the ancestral hall and immediately locked the door of the ancestral hall, trapping the bandits in the ancestral hall.

Afterwards, everyone in Shuzhuang praised Shu Han for his great wisdom.

Sitting in the ancestral hall is a middle-aged man dressed in silk. The brocade robe is embroidered with lifelike bamboos, which is in sharp contrast to the burlap village chief standing next to him.

He was holding hot tea, and his eyes were brighter than those of the mountain people. He looked at the children below and was quite satisfied: "The dolls are all good, especially Erdan, who seems to have a lot of spiritual roots. Goudan's performance is also good. Yes, it’s a pity that the big-headed baby has no signs of awakening his spiritual roots..."

The white-bearded village chief nodded and bowed: "Chief Zhang, do you think the big-headed boy still has a chance?"

Zhang Xianchang pondered for a moment and said: "I like this big-headed kid very much. Not only is he smart, but he is also perseverant. Taking Fufangcao without awakening his spiritual roots is like swallowing hot coals. It is rare that this kid can persevere. Just give him two Let’s wait until the time comes. There will still be no sign and I will be helpless.”

The village chief rubbed his hands and smiled: "Zhang Xianchang, look, if we have three Linggen babies in Shuzhuang, can we give more subsidies? Once the babies go out, they will never come back, and their parents have to give an explanation. ah."

Zhang Xianchang glanced at him and snorted: "If the big-headed baby can really succeed, it will not be a problem to build an ancestral hall for your village. Don't bother me with this kind of thing anymore."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Finally, enduring the burning sensation, Shu Han finally digested all the medicinal power of Fu Fang Cao.

At this time, Erdan and Gouwa also woke up. There was no sign of pain on their faces, but they looked refreshed. This made Shu Han's heart itch and made him more obsessed with awakening his spiritual roots.

"The Immortal has said that entering the Longxuan Sect is much better than studying and becoming an official."

"As long as I enter Longxuanmen, I will be able to take my parents and little sisters out of the mountains to live a prosperous life, and I can also see the vast world that Zhang Xianchang talks about."

With this idea in mind, Shu Han took out his torn linen bag and began to pick up the spit out Fufangcao.

He knew that the medicinal power of these Fu Fang Cao had not dissipated, and he could take it again as long as he washed it a little.

If you are not as talented as Erdan, you must make up for your weakness with hard work.

Goudan looked at Shu Han who was picking up Fufangcao, and said disdainfully: "Datou, let's forget it! You don't have this life! It's not bad to be a carpenter like your father."

"Goudan, if you keep talking, if you keep talking, I'll fucking beat you up!"

Erdan stood up and raised his fist in anger.

Goudan backed away repeatedly and said with a smile: "Erdan, Datou will be in the village for the rest of his life, but the two of us will definitely go to Longxuanmen. There is no need to hurt our friendship for Datou. My mother said that we will still take care of each other in the future!"

"How dare you say that!"

Erdan's eyes widened and he rushed forward to beat Goudan, but he was held back by Shu Han.

"Brother Big Tou, if he dares to say that to you, I'll beat him to death!"

Shu Han shook his head, carried a bag of Fu Fang Cao, and walked out of the ancestral hall with Er Dan.

Erdan was still angry: "Brother Big Tou, he always talks about you like this, let me beat him up, and I will make sure to shut his bad mouth."

"Hey, I think Goudan is right."

"ah?"

Erdan's eyes widened: "Brother Big Tou, are you okay?"

Shu Han scratched his head: "If I still don't awaken my spiritual roots in the future, I will really be a different kind of person from you. When you go to Longxuanmen in the future, you have to have a better relationship with Goudan and take care of him. However, if I awaken my spiritual roots, wouldn't it be a real slap in Goudan's face?"

Erdan grinned: "Bighead brother, I believe you can do it. Take it, this is what I left this morning."

Erdan reached out and slapped a complete Fufang grass in Shu Han's hand.

"Erdan...you..."

Erdan laughed: "I don't need it. Immortal Zhang told me a long time ago that I will definitely be able to enter Longxuanmen. By then, I will have as much Fufang grass as I want, and there will be better treasures than Fufang grass! Bighead brother, we must go to Longxuanmen together."

"Okay!"

Shu Han returned home, ate breakfast in a hurry, and walked upstream with a bag of broken Fufang grass. This place is sparsely populated and quiet, and no one disturbed him. After Shu Han washed a bag of Fufang grass by the stream, he immediately started to take it.

The effect of the bitten Fufang grass has lost most of its effect, and it still burns the heart and lungs when taken.

Shu Han gritted his teeth. When he took the second one, he felt burning all over his body and wanted to roll into the stream to soak.

"It feels like it's just a little bit short! Immortal Zhang is going to take Erdan and Goudan away, I must awaken my spiritual roots before they leave!"

There are eight Fufang grass in a bag, but these eight grasses made Shu Han suffer from morning to evening.

The sun sets, and the red sunlight shines on Shu Han's childish cheeks. He slowly opens his eyes, revealing more despair in his eyes.

All the Fufang grass he picked up has been used up.

But the feeling of awakening the spiritual roots is still a little short.

This is just like what the old people often say, "If you run to the mountain, you will die."

It feels like the mountain is right in front of you, but no matter how hard Shu Han rushes, he can't reach that mountain.

"Ah!"

Shu Han screamed in grief and anger, and Goudan's mocking words always echoed in his ears at this time.

He held the complete Fufang grass saved by Erdan, and his heart was full of depression.

At this time, he realized that even if there were more than a dozen plants, he would still not be able to awaken.

Looking at his reflection in the stream, Shu Han smiled in despair and said self-deprecatingly: "You don't have this fate, so you'd better stay in the village for the rest of your life."

After that, he threw the herb into the stream, along with the little hope in his heart.

After sitting by the stream for a while, Shu Han sorted out his mood and walked along the stream towards home.

As he walked, he saw the herb he had just thrown floating on the stream.

Resisting the idea of ​​picking it up, Shu Han continued to walk.

Suddenly he saw another herb flowing by him.

Strange! Did he throw two? No!

Just as he was wondering, another one flowed down from upstream.

Shu Han was shocked and hurriedly stepped into the stream and picked up the herb.

Then, he looked upstream of the stream, and sure enough, another one flowed down.

With a lot of doubts in his mind, Shu Han went upstream against the stream and actually picked up nine plants along the way!

He suppressed his tears of joy and looked above the stream to find out what was going on. The source of the Fufang grass came from a black jar that had settled in the stream. Shu Han pulled up the jar with force, and facing the setting sun, he actually saw that the jar was full of fresh Fufang grass!

"How is this possible!"

He poured out all the Fufang grass in the jar, and there were as many as 38 plants!

Shu Han was stunned. He didn't know why there were so many fresh Fufang grass in this old jar, but he knew that he had hope of awakening his spiritual roots!

Picking up the small jar, Shu Han looked over and over, and the dark jar didn't show anything special. He tried to put a Fufang grass in it, and then a magical scene happened. The jar began to emit a faint blue light, and the Fufang grass at the bottom of the jar turned into two!

Then, two plants became four plants, four plants became eight plants, and in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Shu Han got a full jar of Fufang grass!

This magical phenomenon brought a huge shock to Shu Han's young heart.

His big head was blank for a long time before it started to work again.

Then, in order to verify his guess, he emptied the Fufang grass and threw a stone into it.

Very quickly, the stones in the jar grew at a faster rate and filled the jar.

This black jar can actually copy items!

Although Shu Han was young, he also knew the value of this jar.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he immediately started digging a hole and buried a pile of Fufang grass in it. He took a plant and held the jar, pretending to have nothing, and trotted back to the village.