A dilapidated bus was slowly approaching in the distance, its old engine making a loud humming sound.

"Kakakaka."

"Hey! Boy! You're here!"

The driver held a low-quality cigarette in his mouth and spoke in a thick dialect. He turned to the only passenger in the back seat and spoke.

Qi Fan, who was sitting alone in the back seat, rubbed his sleepy eyes when he heard the voice. He didn't feel awake at first, but instead felt drowsy.

No one can stand sitting on a bumpy hard seat for three hours, let alone having already taken a bus for nearly two hours.

"Oh, okay."

"Deng Deng Deng."

"Bang!"

Qi Fan got out of the car, the door slammed shut, and a black mist spewed out from the rear of the bus, and it drove away into the distance.

Since ancient times, the countryside has been beautiful, but the road beneath our feet has been unflattering.

Qi Fan followed the memory in his mind and walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Daqing Village is located at the foot of Daqing Mountain. Just like its name, it is picturesque with green mountains and green water, birds singing and fragrance of flowers, and four distinct seasons.

Just because the road is rugged, otherwise it would have been destroyed by tourists and lost its original style.

At this time, it is spring, the earth is recovering, and a wonderful scene is full of vitality.

Next to the big old red iron door, there was an old man who was nearly 70 years old.

The old man narrowed his eyes and held up a smoking gun that was older than him.

It was twitching, and puffs of smoke came out from time to time, slowly drifting away.

The old man's eyes drifted into the distance, as if he was expecting something.

At this time, the cigarette in the old man's hand suddenly shook, and little bits of smoke scattered on the ground.

A young man came from afar, it was Qi Fan who was tired of life.

The old man stood up and held Qi Fan's hand tightly, his eyes flashing with excitement, joy, and deep longing that only the latter could understand.

Qi Fan couldn't bear it, but he still held back the tears that were already welling up in his eyes.

The old man and the young man returned to the small courtyard behind them.

The courtyard is very neat, with fruits and vegetables that have sprouted green buds on both sides of the courtyard.

Qi Fan stepped on the cobblestone path and felt a little dazed for a moment.

inside the house.

Looking at the window frame in front of me that has been papered with newspapers.

Qi Fan smiled and fell into memories for the next moment.

The window frames made of poplar wood have eroded over time and have formed irregular and small gaps.

When I was young, whenever the windy seasons of autumn and winter came, there would always be bursts of cold wind coming from these gaps.

In the event of a sandstorm, a large amount of fine yellow soil will pour in from this small gap.

He was ignorant at that time and always used them as a drawing board.

Later, every time before the windy season came, grandpa always used these newspapers to carefully glue these gaps.

Without the fine loess to play with, I feel so sorry for myself.

"Haha, baby, what are you thinking about? It's almost time to eat."

"Ah, oh, okay, grandpa."

The wine has passed three rounds, and the food has passed the five flavors.

The old man began to chat with Qi Fan about his daily life.

"Grandpa, you should pay attention to the problem with your old cold legs. You are about to get sick in the spring."

"Hey! I said baby, if you don't tell me, grandpa won't remember it."

It turns out that the year before last.

The old man is thinking that spring will come soon, and the old problem of cold legs will happen again.

But he reluctantly threw the few money he had in the hospital, hoping to save it for his grandson to marry a good granddaughter-in-law.

So, this old man who had been hunting all his life, once again carried a shotgun and a dagger and went up the mountain.

As luck would have it, the old man found a wild ginseng when he went up the mountain.

The old man thought about it and realized that although ginseng could not cure Lao Han's legs, it could be a great tonic, so he brought it back.

When winter came, just as the old man expected, the excruciating pain in his legs was unbearable.

The old man had no choice but to boil the only medicinal ingredient, wild ginseng, into a decoction and swallow it.

Miraculously, my legs no longer hurt the next day.

Confused, I boiled it and took it for a few more days. Unexpectedly, my legs have never hurt until now.

On the contrary, my legs and feet are stronger and my spirit is much better than before.

These words attracted Qi Fan's attention.

He knows the value of wild ginseng, but it cannot cure old cold legs anyway!

Therefore, there must be something fishy in this! Qi Fan's heart couldn't help but tighten when he thought that it might be caused by something.

"Grandpa, where was that wild ginseng found?"

"It's Daqingshan to the north of our village!"

Qi Fan's eyes lit up, and he decided to go to Daqingshan early tomorrow morning!

Morning in the countryside always comes very early, but Qi Fan got up when it was dark

Now we have arrived at the foot of Daqing Mountain.

It is said that Wangshan is like a dead horse, but Daqingshan, which seems to be not far from the village, is not that easy to walk on.

Qi Fan wiped the sweat off his forehead, squinted his eyes, and looked at the rising sun.

The gentle light dispersed the thick fog on the mountain top, and at this moment, Qi Fan felt an unprecedented tranquility and peace in his heart.

According to the memory of the previous life, the "taste" of spiritual energy still has its corresponding breath. There is no need to deliberately taste it, you can know it just by getting close.

However, it is so easy to find a place with thin spiritual energy in the huge Daqing Mountain.

Qi Fan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's so painful...

Time passed and it was already noon. Qi Fan's legs were already running thin and he couldn't find anything. He felt a little discouraged.

I ate some dry food in a hurry, found a mountain spring water to drink a few sips, washed my face, and suddenly felt quite sober.

Qi Fan sighed, gritted his teeth and embarked on the journey again.

The sun turned to the west, the sky gradually became dark, and there was still no trace of what Qi Fan was looking for.

But he was unwilling to give in, so he had to find a temporary shelter, light a pair of bonfires, and spend the night here, planning to search again early tomorrow morning.

As the early sunshine shone on Qi Fan's face, Qi Fan once again dragged his tired body and embarked on the road to find spiritual energy.

On this day, he obviously felt that his energy was not good, and his head was also dizzy along the way.

Qi Fan knew that if he couldn't find it today, he would be forced to go down the mountain.

Qi Fan gritted his teeth and quickened his pace.

Daqingshan is divided into east and west sides. The road on the east side is easier to walk, while the road on the west side is more rugged.

There are also hidden natural traps in some places, and you may lose your life if you are not careful.

Although grandpa told Qi Fan that the wild ginseng he was looking for was in the east

But judging from the whole day's search, the spiritual energy is most likely to be in the west.

When Qi Fan arrived at this location to the west, he realized that the road here was difficult and it was simply a natural place for rock climbing practice.

But hard work pays off, and finally at the moment when the sun intersects with the horizon.

Zimmer suddenly felt that there was something unusual within the range of his feelings.

"This is??!"

"The smell of spiritual energy!".

Qi Fan was overjoyed!

He hurriedly moved in the direction that surprised him.
Chapter completed!