Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

Yifeng and Luocheng woke up, only to find that the garden was already overcrowded, Simeng and Mu Zili shuttled among the crowd, distributing water and food to those people.

The disheveled and unkempt Luocheng looks no different from these villagers, but Yifeng is wearing a blue robe that is spotless, tied up like a waterfall of blue hair, and a pair of handsome green eyes are full of surprise, accepting the worship of the villagers.

"Thank you, Shangxian! Thank you, Shangxian!"

There were more and more exclamations from the crowd, like Meng Xunsheng raised his eyes to see the two of them, frowned slightly, stepped forward in three steps at a time, and asked: "Luocheng, you said you are a drug dealer, right?" ?"

"Exactly! I don't know what orders Miss Meng has?" Luo Cheng nodded slightly, his face could not be seen clearly under the disheveled hair, but his voice was full of energy, as if he had a good night's rest.

"As a drug dealer, can you understand medical theory?" Hearing his affirmative tone, a gleam of hope lit up in her purple eyes, and she hurriedly asked.

"I'm not talented. Although I sell medicine for a living, I only have a little understanding of medical theory."

"That's good, a little understanding is better than nothing."

Like Meng briefly talked about the plague, Luo Cheng stepped forward to feel the pulse of the villagers.

When Yifeng first came to the world, he didn't know how severe the plague was, but he saw the worried expression on Limeng's face, and saw that the mortals in the courtyard were all sick and listless, so he couldn't bear it.

About half an hour later, Luocheng finally walked out of the crowd, and gave Simeng and Yifeng a wink. Not far away, Mu Zili also followed them into the room.

As if dreaming that he was mysterious, he just sighed but didn't speak, feeling a little anxious in his heart, he urged: "Luocheng! You are talking! What do you mean by just sighing?"

"Ms. Meng, don't bother with this nosy business!" Luo Cheng finally leaned over and cupped his hands, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Is human life a matter of nostalgia? Mr. Luo, let's be blunt! Are these people infected with the plague?" Seeing his expression of helplessness, Yifeng felt very impatient, and asked in a low voice before Simeng opened his mouth.

"This... Mr. Feng, don't be upset! It's really a matter of great importance, and if there is a slight mistake, everyone will also risk their lives. It's better to get out of the matter as soon as possible." Regardless of how many of them there are, it's just that I still have important things to do. How could it be because these people died in vain, and the eyes covered by disheveled hair were full of forbearance.

"Hmph! Ordinary people are really timid and afraid of getting into trouble!" Yi Fengyu disdainfully turned around and ignored him.

Seems like dreaming that he looks cowering, so it's inevitable that I feel a little disdainful, but after all, we meet by chance, so I can only restrain my inner anger, and say coldly: "If you are afraid, go quickly! No one here will force you to keep you!"

Mu Zili stood at the window with his back to them, looking at the crowd in the garden with no expression on his face. They were either sitting against the wall or lying on the ground. No matter men, women, old or young, their faces were full of tiredness, but their eyes were full of happiness. Full of hope, she timidly looked this way.

"How did you get their pulse? Tell the truth!" Mu Zili withdrew his gaze, turned around and looked at Luocheng indifferently.

"Everyone has misunderstood. Although Luocheng is not a sage, he is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. It's just that these people have already been infected with the plague. I'm just worried that a few of them will also be implicated." These people exuded a completely different aura from ordinary people, and they were definitely not as simple as ordinary disciples of cultivating immortals. Perhaps one day, they could be used by him.In this way, at the moment, no matter what, they must not be offended, Luo Cheng secretly planned in his heart.

After he finished speaking, he still saluted Mu Zili and the others respectfully.

He tried his best to excuse himself, but Yifeng remained indifferent, but Mu Zili and Simeng were slightly moved.

"Aren't you a medicine seller? Do you know what medicine can cure the plague?" They have nothing to practice, but their spiritual power is empty in the world. Even if they are full of spells, they can't cast them, so they have to turn to the medicine stone.

"It's not that there is no hope at all, it's just that there is a medicine that is extremely rare, and I'm afraid that if we can't find it for a while, these people will die here." Luo Cheng searched for the dream-like expression, and sighed lowly.

Mu Zili's brows relaxed upon hearing this, and he blurted out, "Since there is medicine to cure it, all you need to do is talk about it, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

Simeng echoed the words of the wood spirit, "That's right! Don't be tricky, just say it!"

Luocheng raised his head, his eyes were bright and dazzing, and he said slowly: "The top of Yushan, three hundred miles away, is covered with snow all year round, except for one grass, nothing else grows. This grass is called Xue Po, and legend has it that It is the fairy grass left by the ancient gods, which can cure all diseases, and the current plague is not a problem. However, Yushan is the most dangerous mountain in Kyushu, and the snow on the mountain is very cold all the year round. I have seen the description of this herb in ancient books of medicine, but I have never seen it with my own eyes, so I dare not speak out, please don't blame me!"

After hearing what he said, Simeng, Mu Zili and Yifeng were all overjoyed, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Meng'er, you and Senior Brother Mu stay here to take care of them, and I'll go to Yushan to collect medicine."