Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 10 Uprooting the Mountain and Asking a Teacher
Looking at the somewhat familiar mountain road, Wen Liang couldn't help but smile and asked Wen Qian who was walking in front: "Agan, where are we going?"

Wen Qian didn't turn her head back: "Go pull up the mountain and catch the ghost in your mouth!"

Wen Liang's smile froze: "Ah... Ah Gan, I... can I not go?"

Wen Qian cast a sharp look on Wen Liang: "What do you think?"

"Hehe, I understand." Wen Liang smiled awkwardly, thinking that with such a cold-faced killer, he would not dare to come out even if it was a ghost.

After about half an hour, the two arrived at the foot of Mount Ba.

Wen Qian raised her head and looked at the towering mountain in front of her. There were not too high hills surrounding it in all directions, which was very magical.

At this time, Wen Liang was walking ahead, pointing to a pine forest not far away: "Agan, I went up from this pine forest and met a ghost halfway up the mountain."

Wen Qian didn't open her mouth to speak, walked to the edge of the forest, looked at the thick pine tree, stretched out her hand and pulled hard on the wrist-thick branches.

"Crack-"

The pine branches are cut off, and the pine leaves on them are simply removed, and a wooden stick is ready.

Wen Liang looked at Wen Qian's actions in confusion, and when he saw that he was done, he asked, "Agan, what are you doing with a stick?"

Wen Qian: "Treasure hunting."

Along the way, Wen Liang didn't have the mood to talk, but just watched Wen Qian keep breaking the weeds under her feet with a pine stick, or waved it at the thorn bushes a few times.

When encountering dense grass, it will squat down to look for something.

With this appearance, it looks like someone who came to the mountain to hunt for treasure, professional enough.

Wen Liang, who was itching to see it, asked curiously, "Agan, what are you looking for? I'll help you!"

"Find herbs."

Wen Liang exclaimed, "What? Herbal medicine?"

"Correct."

"No, A-gan, you came to this deep mountain and old forest just to find herbs?" Wen Liang was stunned.

Is this something that my cousin, A Gan, who is cold and indifferent and rejects people thousands of miles away, would do?
Immediately recalling what Maya said, he worriedly said: "Agan, you are really poisoned, so you came here to find the antidote on Bashan?"

Wen Qian glanced at Wen Liang with the eyes of an idiot, and said lightly, "No."

Seeing that he didn't take the initiative to speak, Wen Liang could only continue to ask: "Then why are you looking for herbs? Besides, we didn't bring any tools? How do we dig the herbs if we find them?"

"No digging, I'm here to explore the way today, and catch the ghost you mentioned by the way?" Wen Qian really didn't lie to him, she came here today to pull up the mountain to see the situation, if there are really many herbs, come back tomorrow.

As for catching ghosts, it's just incidental.

Wen Liang understood, his cousin was bored and came to the mountains to hunt for treasures, looking for herbs was an excuse, and helping him catch ghosts was also an excuse.

Suddenly, Wen Liang saw a plant with alternate leaves, deep pinnately lobed, lanceolate or strip-lanceolate lobes, rough hairs on both sides, ovoid flower buds, and a faint fragrance.

"Agan, look quickly, this is the herbal medicine that Maya told me to relieve your drowsiness!"

Hearing the sound, Wen Qian's eyes fell on the flower and plant he was pointing at: "Poppy flower!"

Wen Liang seemed to have thought of something, his face suddenly became flustered, and he whispered softly: "Ah Gan, I... the place where I met the ghost is not far in front, you, a weak scholar, can really catch... Catching ghosts?"

Wen Qian was speechless: You just now remembered that your Brother Agan is a frail scholar?
However, I am not!
"Okay, let's keep going!" Wen Qian took a meaningful look at the poppy flower, and walked forward.

"Then, that's fine!" Wen Liang reluctantly glanced at the way back, took a deep breath, and followed Wen Qian forward.

The two walked through the woods and came to a canyon.

Butterflies fluttered around, and Wen Qian smelled a strong fragrance of flowers before approaching the canyon.

"Agan, that ghost is in the canyon, I... I won't go in." Wen Liang stared at the canyon behind Shi Feng with fear, his legs trembling slightly.

"Okay, just wait here for me!"

Wen Qian didn't force it, looked at the big sun above his head, and wanted to remind him that even if there were ghosts, such a big sun would be burned to ashes and wiped out.

Wen Qian walked into the canyon alone, and the first thing she saw was poppies and daturas. The two kinds of flowers bloomed coquettishly and flamboyantly, attracting butterflies to fly in the center of the flowers.

The astonishingly rich fragrance made her mind dizzy, and even scenes from her previous life appeared.

Wen Qian's expression froze, and she hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth and nose: "Damn it!"

How could she have forgotten that the floral fragrance of poppy mixed with the floral fragrance of datura will make people hallucinate.

Could it be that the ghost that Wen Liang mentioned was the cause of this thing?
Wen Qian frowned, took out a brocade handkerchief from his bosom to cover half of his face, raised his breath and held his breath, and walked through the sea of ​​flowers, wanting to see the poppies and datura in the valley how many.

The most important thing is: the poppies and datura that grow so luxuriantly do not look like wild wild growths, are they man-made?

"Boy, are you still alive?"

A cold and abrupt sound sounded above Wen Qian's head, carrying a strong chill.

Wen Qian's eyes tightened, and she looked up.

I saw a short, white-haired old Taoist priest standing on a mandala flower branch out of thin air, looking at him with sharp eyes, exuding a faint evil spirit all over his body.

"who are you?"

The old Taoist raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised: "Boy, don't you remember me?"

Wen Qian pursed her lips, thought for a while and said, "I don't want to remember someone who is worried about whether I am dead or not!"

The old Taoist smiled contemptuously: "Boy, you were the one who proposed the method of using poison to fight poison to save your life. I thought you would be dead after being in a coma for two days and two nights. I didn't expect that you were still alive. What a surprise!"

Wen Qian twitched the corner of her mouth, and said calmly: "I'm not dead, you should be happy!"

What I thought in my heart was: the original owner was poisoned, and the old Taoist in front of him gave the medicine to fight poison with poison. Why is the cause of the original owner's death so complicated?

Could it be that his inability to obtain a complete memory is also related to this poison?
The old Taoist shook his head and nodded again: "Hmph, what can I be happy about. However, since I promised you that day, as long as you can survive, I will agree to your request. I, the poisonous old Taoist, naturally mean what I say, so kneel down and kowtow! "

"Huh?" Wen Qian raised her eyebrows, the ghost knew what the original owner's request was, and asked, "Kowtow for what?"

The old Taoist Du Xie looked disgusted: "Of course it's a teacher's ceremony."

"Me? I don't need it." Wen Qian didn't want to worship an ancestor on her head, so she naturally refused.

Besides, it is the original owner who wants to apprentice, and the original owner has already died, so it has nothing to do with me.

After figuring out the key, Wen Qian turned around and left. It seems that this sea of ​​flowers was planted by this poisonous old man.

Hearing the words, the old Taoist Du Xie turned cold. Looking at Wen Qian who was about to leave, he tore off a leaf and shot it at Wen Qian's knee.

"Pfft!"

"Ouch!" Wen Qian exclaimed, kneeling on the ground involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, this Duxie veteran's martial arts is so profound, and I was hit by him in the kneecap even though I had been prepared for a long time, so I was so caught off guard and bowed down.

"Smelly old man, you are engaging in a sneak attack!"

Du Xie's face was full of sarcasm, and he sneered back: "I am not good at learning, and I blame the old man for sneak attack, what a hypocrisy!"

Wen Qian was at a loss for words, so she could only stare at him fiercely.

A trace of satisfaction flashed across Du Xie's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Okay, good boy. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, come here to pull the mountain. The old Taoist will teach you the art of poison, remember your promise !"

As soon as the words fell, the figure disappeared in front of Wen Qian.

Wen Qian came out of the valley with a hundred thousand reasons in mind, and saw Wen Liang sitting leisurely on a rock basking in the sun.

Hearing footsteps, Wen Liang stood up and took a look: "Agan, have you come out? Have you seen a ghost?"

Wen Qian shook her head: "No, go down the mountain!"

Wen Liang's face was puzzled: "Why not? I'm obviously in..."

"Okay, that must be a hallucination after you got lost in the mountains." Wen Qian interrupted Wen Liang, pressed his arm and walked down the mountain.

At the same time, he turned his head and took a deep look at the valley. Now, he didn't need to look for any herbs.

The master picked up a ready-made one, and he could only make a fortune secretly.

The original owner died of poisoning, and the memory of acceptance is incomplete. This really has to be plotted slowly.

(End of this chapter)