Ning Fuchen stood at the entrance of the waterfall, watching the surging stream water crossing the cliff, turning into mist in the sky, flying down in the wind, and the clouds and mist on the mountainside were unfathomable. Ning Fuchen tried hard to explore with his spiritual sense, but he could only find out the edge of the clouds and mist. It is unknown how high it is below.

Ning Fuchen had to walk back, and it was obviously unrealistic to go down here.

The stream is not deep, and there are many round stone piers in the middle. Ning Fuchen stepped on these stone piers and walked to the opposite side of the stream. There was a place where many streams gathered, with a strong spiritual energy. Ning Fuchen walked upstream along a slightly larger stream and looked around. How could an ordinary valley have such rich spiritual energy?

It turns out that after Nuwa refined stones and repaired the sky, the earth's spiritual energy was thin and the spirit stones were consumed. For thousands of years, the earth's immortal cultivators either ascended to the fairy world or returned to dust, and most of the inheritance was cut off. Since no one practiced for thousands of years, some places where people rarely visited were gradually gathering.

Suddenly, a special plant appeared in front of Ning Fuchen, purple Polygonatum! Polygonatum is an ordinary Chinese medicinal material with similar medicinal properties to ginseng, but due to its large yield, wide distribution, and low value. However, Polygonatum that has been over a hundred years old is very rare, and its medicinal properties are no less effective than that of Centennial Ginseng, and its medicinal properties are softer. Polygonatum slowly mutates after 500 years and will turn purple. The Polygonatum plant that Ning Fuchen saw has become dark purple, and is estimated to be at least more than a thousand years.

It has been more than a thousand years, and it is definitely a good medicine to grow in this place with rich spiritual energy. Ning Fuchen forced himself to suppress his excitement, walked over, took out the flying sword, and dug out the purple-yellow essence. The polygonatum was from the stem to the root, completely dark purple. Where the flying sword cracked, purple juice actually dripped out. The entire main root was as thick as a calf, and it was vaguely adult-like. I think of a newborn baby.

I don’t have a jade box at hand, so I can only throw it into the storage ring first. After I go back, three billion yuan in cash will be available. I must buy more jade boxes.

After putting away the purple and yellow essence, Ning Fuchen felt strange. He had never seen these medicinal materials before. Why could he call out the names immediately after seeing them, and know the medicinal properties and the medicinal materials that must be included in those elixirs? These knowledge seems to be innate. Once these ancient heritages enter the sea of ​​consciousness, they have already penetrated into the depths of the soul and integrated them? No wonder after practicing the spiritual consciousness, after reading all the textbooks, they can never forget them. It turns out that the power of this spiritual consciousness is equivalent to developing the brain. It is said that the human brain has generally only been developed by about 5%, and more than 6% are extremely smart, and more than 8% are extremely geniuses. So far, no more than 10% of people have been found.

Ning Fuchen was thinking randomly while looking around, and involuntarily came to the source of a stream. There were cliffs on all sides, towering into the clouds, and water lines, and the water silk was like a bead curtain, hanging on the cliff, which was so beautiful.

A burst of water vapor came to my face, and a crystal-clear water ball hung on my clothes. Ning Fuchen shook all over, and the water droplets suddenly shook off the dust. "The rain of apricot blossoms is not wet when I started reading this poem. Ning Fuchen always thought it was caused by the poet's romantic fantasy, and there was no reason why rain water is not wet when I was wet when I was in the clothes. Now he understood that the reason why good poems have been passed down through the ages is that they can stand the test of practice.

Ning Fuchen sighed in front of the cliff of the pearl curtain, turned around and walked towards another stream. Suddenly, the two familiar shadows appeared in his eyes again, two cute little elks!

Ning Fuchen quietly followed him quietly, and the deer walked forward leisurely. Ning Fuchen was a little strange. There were so many fat and tender water plants by the stream, and the two elks were disdainful, and they didn't even look at each other, and were directly ignored.

The deer did not walk along the stream, but walked towards a depression where wild flowers bloomed. There was a path in the middle of the depression. You could tell at a glance that it was stepped on by these two paths. There was no cover in this depression, and Ning Fuchen dared not follow it too tightly. Seeing the two elks walking, they saw only two small black dots, so they hugged and followed the path.

The elk is always in Ning Fuchen's sight. This depression is so vast, surrounded by lush grass. Occasionally, a delicate wild flower stands proudly in the grass.

Suddenly, waves of medicinal fragrance came to my face, and the medicinal fragrance! It was actually the fragrance of medicinal medicine.

Ning Fuchen no longer cared about the elk and ran all the way. Oh my God, it turned out to be a spiritual medicine garden. There was no sight at all. The medicine garden was full of spiritual medicines, without a single weed. Ning Fuchen looked around, bitter fruit, red fruit, vermilion fruit, longevity fruit, ginkgo, Cistanche, Arizona star, loess money, etc., all of them were spiritual medicines for more than a hundred years. The elk also found Ning Fuchen and looked at him a little vigil, but was not panicked. Ning Fuchen's spiritual consciousness carefully let it go. Because the deer had taken spiritual medicine for a long time, she actually had a little spiritual consciousness and could understand Ning

Wuchen communicated with kindness, and the two little deer slowly walked over, rubbed their little heads on Ning Fuchen's trouser legs to show their intimacy. Ning Fuchen happily touched their heads and took them around the medicine garden. The medicine garden is too big, and there are countless spiritual medicines. Take out each plant, which will cause a sensation. It is obviously unrealistic to pick them all. It seems that they can only pick some mature ones. Other spiritual medicines can only be left here. When you have a high level of cultivation, you may consider living in seclusion here. Studying spiritual medicines every day and practicing alchemy is not bad.

Thinking of this, Ning Fuchen took two deer to the end of the medicine garden, dug another cave on a cliff, and dug a small cave for the two deer. The two deer were taken into the cave by Ning Fuchen and happily circled Ning Fuchen to show his gratitude. Ning Fuchen hugged some clean dead grass and put it in the two caves. He felt a little hungry, so he took out the bread and water and ate it with some jerky beef. The two deer were playing freely in the medicine garden, worry-free.
Chapter completed!