C8 (1/2)

That night, Chen Zuyin, who didn't like to drink medicinal soup, drank three big bowls in succession. Only when he couldn't drink anymore did he stare pitifully at the remaining half pot of medicinal soup in the pot.

After knowing how valuable the things she had drunk were, Tan Liuxiang ended up drinking a large bowl of wine while crying and repeatedly praising her son.

As for how much this bowl of food was actually worth, he didn't care at all. What did money count for? Filial piety was the happiest thing about Tan Lianxiang.

Chen Zuyin hurriedly put away the rest of the medicinal soup and the remaining half of the thousand-year Blood Lingzhi in a jar before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Even though his son was very touched to have cooked him a pot of medicinal soup with such fine herbs, he still felt terrible to drink it. One mouthful for a thousand pieces, one mouthful for a thousand pieces … The taste was truly unbearable.

The next day, Chen Zuyin carefully opened the jar and scooped up a big bowl of medicinal soup for Chen Sanqiu. He and Tan Lian Xiang each scooped up a small half bowl, and under the gaze of his father Chen Zuyin and his mother, Tan Lian Xiang, Chen Sanqiu forced out a smile and drank a big bowl of medicinal soup.

”You guys can drink the remaining medicinal soup. I, as a young man, am already full of vigor and blood. If you let me drink this much, you will only harm me.” After drinking it, Chen Sanqiu immediately felt a wave of hot air around him, causing his forehead to perspire.

Chen Zuyin did not say anything, even his mother, Tan Liuxiang, who always doted on him did not say anything. Chen Sanqiu could only let out a helpless sigh, and asked his father Chen Zuyin: ”Why did you guys go up the mountain yesterday afternoon? I was busy until the evening before I came back. ”

Last time, I saw a medicinal plant by the cliff at the back of the mountain. It looked a bit different than usual, because the sky was dark. I didn't dare go over to pick it. Chen Zuyin's face was filled with pain, he said regretfully, ”Back then, we should have just directly harvested it, aiya.”

After Chen Sanqiu heard Chen Zuyin's words, he was stunned for a moment. It was said that a ten-thousand-year ginseng could turn into a spirit today, but when he found it here, he changed it when he went back to look tomorrow. He needed to tie it up with a little red string before he could find the ginseng that had turned into a spirit.

Now that he heard his father Chen Zuyin's words, the person who said them had his own intentions, Chen Sanqiu asked for the location clearly, took the herb basket and immediately went up the mountain.

When he arrived at the place Chen Zuyin talked about the cliff, Chen Sanqiu scanned his surroundings, but did not find anything strange, and frowned.

Chen Sanqiu was the one who understood his father the most and would never lie the most. There was one who said one thing and two who said two things, since they said they saw a stalk of medicinal herb here, there must be one.

Could it be that after so many years, he finally became a spirit master?

Gritting his teeth, Chen Sanqiu took out a rope from the medicine basket and tied it to a huge boulder on the cliff. Then, he tied the other rope around his waist and climbed down the cliff.

The cold wind blew through the mountain. Fortunately, he had listened to his father's words long ago and drank a bowl of thousand year old Blood Lingzhi medicinal soup, otherwise, he would not be able to resist the cold wind from the mountain.

Quickly crawling down the cliff, after climbing for seven or eight meters, Chen Sanqiu's eyes lit up. He saw a red medicinal herb swaying in the wind a meter to the left, and regardless of the mountain wind blowing by, that red medicinal herb was still standing strong against the wind. Chen Sanqiu's heart moved upon seeing it.

A name instantly appeared in his mind: Bone Connecting Grass.

According to the ancient medical records, there were godly grasses that were born at the peak of the mountain. Between the green rocks, they were shaped like flowers, and their color was like fire. Xia Zaizhi, bitter taste, like a fire in the mouth, broken bone to eat new bone.

Chen Sanqiu was overjoyed. He did not expect to find such a treasure here. This was simply a heavenly and earthly treasures, it was even more precious than the Thousand Year Blood Lingzhi.

He hurriedly used his hands and feet to crawl towards the Bone Connecting Grass.

When he was close to the Bone Connecting Grass, he extended his hand to pick it, but suddenly a hissing sound came from above his head. Chen Sanqiu raised his head suddenly, and was instantly scared to the point that his soul flew out.

A completely red python flicked its tongue, its pair of eyes staring coldly at Chen Sanqiu, scaring Chen Sanqiu to the point of almost peeing himself. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but Chen Sanqiu didn't dare to move an inch.

He was secretly regretting it in his heart. He knew that this was the Bone Connecting Grass from his familiarity, but he had forgotten that there was a flood dragon raising it.

What was a Flood Dragon? The ancient people would usually call this python a flood dragon.

Chen Sanqiu took a deep breath as he watched the entirely red python climb over the cliff and crawl to his side. It flicked its tongue and coiled its body, as if it was going to attack at any time.