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

Chapter 59 Herbal Medicine
In the middle of the night, a figure quietly left Shaolin and rushed to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

'This time, I instilled a month of internal energy into the paper figurine avatar, and I think it should be able to last for a year or so. '

Ye Wuxin's eyes were fixed, and his figure was like a wild goose flying away to the distance.

More than ten days later, Ye Wuxin walked into a medicinal herb shop in a bustling market, wearing a moon-white robe and holding a folding fan in his hand.

"Boss, is there any good old ginseng?"

The pharmacy owner nodded repeatedly when he saw his handsome attire.

"Yes, yes, my son, please wait a moment."

A moment later, a large nanmu box was placed in front of Ye Wuxin. When he opened it, a ginseng that was as thick as two fingers came into view.

"Is this the only one?"

The tone was quite disappointing, making the owner of the medicine shop sweat on his forehead.

"Guest officer, this is the best ginseng in the store. If you really want to find better ginseng than this, you have to go to Changbai Mountain."

Ye Wuxin nodded slowly, seeing an ingot of broken silver placed on the table.

"Taught, leave."

Leaving the medicine store, Ye Wuxin looked helpless, it seemed that he could only go to the deep mountains and old forests, and buy some gold and silver treasures along the way, otherwise the treasures in his pocket might not be enough.

If he wants to speed up his internal strength cultivation, he can only practice hard by refining and transforming Qi. He wants to collect a lot of Laoshan ginseng, but he also has other purposes.

Time flies, and a long time passes in a blink of an eye.

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

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

"Where are those Jurchen tribes? If you go any further, you will have to go to the border. If you delay the time, it will not be worth the candle."

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

If it weren't for the method he found that required a lot of old-age ginseng, he would never have ventured here to find people from the Jurchen tribe.

Jurchen and Daliao are both nomadic tribes, and both sides also have a lot of grievances and entanglements. The situation here can be described as mixed.

Of course, because the medicinal materials here are rare and expensive, especially ginseng is a must, which also attracts many pedestrian traders willing to take risks in order to make a fortune.

After walking for a few more days, the sky gradually became gloomy. Just as Ye Wuxin was about to fall asleep, the howling of wolves echoed, and there was a faint voice of communication.

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

He believes that with gestures and movements, he should be able to roughly express his meaning clearly.

A moment later, Ye Wuxin got into the dense forest, and the scene in front of him made him unconsciously lick his cold and dry lips.

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

After noticing his footsteps, a pair of green wolf pupils stared at him coldly, making one's heart chill.

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

"It's a bit troublesome"

Bloody aura slowly oozes from the Blood River Sword, and the wolves were stimulated by the bloody aura, and many wild wolves rushed towards Ye Wuxin immediately.

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

After a stick of incense, Ye Wuxin stepped on a pile of corpses and asked the people in the team.

"Is there anyone who understands the official dialect of Song Dynasty?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, don't kick me, my lord, I understand Da Song Mandarin."

A chubby man dressed in animal skins stood out, his style of painting was completely different from the group of men and horses who were in a stalemate with the wild wolves.

"Are you from Song Dynasty?"

"Yes, yes, the villain is a traveling trader, and he came here to buy medicinal materials. He never expected to meet such a large pack of wolves. He almost thought his life would be lost."

Seeing the fat man grinning and talking about his life and death without changing his expression, Ye Wuxin felt a little more trust in his heart.

A traveler is someone who is willing to put his head on his belt for money, even this ugly fat man in front of him is more courageous than ordinary people.

"I need ginseng. The older the better, since you can communicate with them, you should be able to explain the meaning for me."

Hearing this, the fat man patted his chest, expressing that everything is up to me.

Soon, the fat man babbled 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 as thick as three fingers.

"Hey, hero, don't look at this ginseng which is worth a hundred taels of silver in the Song Dynasty, but here, although this thing is not as good as weeds, there are quite a lot of them."

"How many more do they have, I bought them together."

He casually took out a few bank notes from his pocket, and the fat man waved his hands repeatedly after seeing them.

"Hero, they don't recognize silver bills, they only pay for gold and silver. Give it to me, and I promise to handle it properly for you. It can be regarded as a repayment for your life-saving grace."

After finishing speaking, the fat man only took one of the bank notes he took out, and walked in cheerfully.

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

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.

Ye Wuxin didn't know exactly how much that fat man earned, and he didn't care, anyway, the money was 'transformed' from those rich and powerful families, so it didn't matter how much he lost.

'Hurry back as soon as possible, the delay along the way is too long, and I don't know if it will be too late. '

At the same time, inside the Daxiong Palace.

It is the first lunar month now, and it should be peaceful, but the atmosphere in the Daxiong Palace has become extremely chilling.

Xuanci clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

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

A group of eminent monks of Xuanci generation looked at each other with solemn expressions, they already understood the meaning of Senior Brother Xuanci's inviting them to the Great Hall of Great Heroes.

"Junior Brothers, this poor monk wants to learn from Gusu Murong Dou Zhuanxingyi's brilliant moves on the [-]th day of the Double Ninth Festival on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month. The grievances and vendettas of Junior Brother Xuan Bei should also be settled."

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

"Amitabha, good is good."

Xuannan spoke at this moment.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother will have people prepare invitations immediately."

"Notify the heroes of the world about this matter. If Gusu Murong avoids seeing him again, don't blame me for telling him that the Murong family has no face to stand on the rivers and lakes."

(End of this chapter)