Chapter 163 Thieves also have their ways

Chapter 163 Thieves also have their ways

Chapter 163 Thieves also have their ways
Li Wuxiang immediately went to look at the chicken-headed python, slowed down his speech and lowered his voice: "This... Python brother? Or sister? Where did you get this thing from?"

The chicken-headed python tilted its head and stared at him with one eye for a while, as if trying to figure out what he meant. Then it retracted its head and Li Wuxiang followed it out.

The giant python stretched its body and swam upwards on the mountain wall at a moderate speed. Li Wuxiang followed it and waited until it reached the top of the mountain. The giant python continued to travel through the dense forest, crossed two peaks, and finally stopped at the edge of a cliff, looking down.

It was night time, and the base of the cliff was pitch black; no one knew how deep it was.

Li Wuxiang stood on the edge of the cliff and looked around - the two peaks he had passed before were like two barriers, protecting the valley below the cliff. The mountain on the opposite side was slightly flatter, and it would rise up again a few miles later, turning the area below into a basin.

Li Wuxiang turned to look at it: "Under here?"

After a while, the python slowly nodded.

"Won't you come down with me?"

After a while, the python coiled its body backwards, retracted its head, and looked at him with its head tilted again.

Li Wuxiang didn't like cold, slippery, hairless creatures. He felt a little disgusted when he first saw the python in the cave, but because it had large scales on its body, he felt better.

But looking at its appearance now, he inexplicably felt that it looked a bit like a slow and mentally retarded puppy, so his disgust for it disappeared and he even found it very interesting.

He smiled at it and said, "You must not have a name yet, otherwise I'll call you Brother Man or Sister Man - you were caught stealing just now, so you don't dare to go down?"

The python tilted its head to the left and looked at him, then tilted its head to the right and looked at him, then slowly shrank its body back.

"Okay." Li Wuxiang plucked a few blood-red pills off the branch and placed them on the ground. "You can keep these. I'll go down and take a look myself."

He leaped down, clambered a few times on the rock wall, and landed at the bottom.

The valley was covered with fine grass, with almost no trees and few fallen leaves. The light in the valley was dim, but Li Wuxiang looked a little further away with the help of the moonlight and saw a forest with fairly gentle ups and downs.

This means that these trees are of different species and heights, and should be many of them grown together in the same year, thus becoming this appearance - his previous guess was correct, the python got those blood pills from a medicinal garden.

The mountains he was in now were the Qianshan Mountains. The Tianxin Sect’s Yulun Mountain was in this mountain range, and he was less than two hundred miles away from Yulun Mountain... Was this the Tianxin Sect’s medicinal herb garden?
This is possible. The sect's medicinal garden for producing magical materials cannot be built casually like an ordinary family's vegetable garden. It must be built in a place with rich spiritual energy and the location must also be based on feng shui.

If that's true... then it's delivered to your door.

Li Wuxiang therefore walked cautiously into the forest, paying close attention to his feet. The closest to him was a forest of flower crown trees, with branches and leaves spread out like the shape of a child's palm, and already blossomed and borne fruit. Near the crown were pale yellow flowers, with extremely long stamens standing tall, like a tall crown worn by a person. In the lower branches and leaves, the flowers had already withered, and clusters of thumb-sized yellow-bottomed red-striped fruits were hidden in the branches and leaves, looking extremely beautiful.

Just five or six steps away from the forest, a dividing line appeared on the grass. Hidden under the thin grass leaves, it seemed to be a small animal trail. Li Wuxiang tried to stretch out his hand over the trail and immediately felt a burning pain. It should be some kind of restriction to prevent wild animals from entering it by mistake.

He was not afraid of the pain and stepped over it.

If it was a medicine garden, there might be Tianxin Sect disciples guarding it. It was quite a distance from Yulun Mountain, and the disciples guarding the medicine garden probably wouldn't go back to the mountain often. Maybe I could catch one and ask him about the situation on the mountain.

Li Wuxiang did not take action first, but walked slowly through the forest, seeing many exotic flowers and plants that he had learned about from the Shijie Collection. When he passed through the shrubbery and saw a large area of ​​low herb nursery, he saw a little light.

There seemed to be a thatched cottage in the distance, its roughness somewhere between a makeshift shed and a proper house, and candlelight shone through the window.

Li Wuxiang took off his clothes, stuffed them into his stomach, exhaled a long breath, and his whole body turned into a thin strip of human skin, supporting his head, and swam through the nursery.

There were no people outside the thatched cottage, and there were no restrictions. Li Wuxiang swam to the bottom of the window, stood up, and looked inside with his head tilted.

The furnishings in the room were simple, with compacted black soil, a small straw bed, a table, a chair, and a person and a cat.

However, that person was not the Tianxin Sect disciple as he had thought, but an old woman. It was hard to tell how old she was, except that her hair was white and tied behind her head, and her face was full of wrinkles and age spots. Her eyes must have been blind, as her eyeballs were cloudy and white. She was wearing a coarse Taoist robe, sitting hunched over at the table, holding a piece of candy in her hand, and was slowly chewing it.

When he saw her, Li Wuxiang knew that she could not be a monk - because her teeth were gone and she was blind.

Even if one has just entered the stage of foundation building, a practitioner should gradually become strong and healthy, his illnesses will gradually heal, and his teeth will grow new.

The light in the room came from the oil lamp on the table, and a big black cat was lying on the bed behind the old woman, curled up into a black fur ball, with its fur shiny and glittering in the dim light.

It was not cold in the valley, so there was no paper on the windows. There were many insects chirping around, and the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves. When Li Wuxiang stood up, it should have been almost silent.

However, the black cat on the bed seemed to have listened. It buried its head under its arms and opened one eye. The pupil was golden, like a round golden ball in a ball of black fur.

Li Wuxiang drew his head back, and the black cat stretched out its four legs and stretched its body on the bed, with the tip of its tongue sticking out of its mouth. Then it sat up again on the bed and looked in Li Wuxiang's direction for a while, as if it was in a daze. Then it turned around and found a position that it felt more comfortable, but in fact it was exactly the same as before, and lay down again, holding its head with its two front paws and fell asleep. There were no disciples from the Tianxin Sect, and it looked like an ordinary person and a cat, keeping each other company.

Is it because this garden is not very important to the people of Tianxin Sect? Or is it that the disciples of the sect do not stay here all the time and only visit occasionally?
But at this moment, Li Wuxiang felt that he didn't have the patience to continue studying this matter. He had to heal the wound on his chest as soon as possible.

When a person is in good health and spirits, his mood is usually stable. But if he has a row of big blisters on his chest, is constantly rubbed by his clothes, or has a severe stomachache and just wants to find a place to solve it quickly, then his mood will be difficult to stabilize.

For example, right now, he feels "impatient", so he must eliminate the pain in his body and minimize the risk of making mistakes or doing stupid things.

He drew his head back, swam across the nursery again, entered the woods, and put his clothes on.

The target had already been chosen when he came over. Among these numerous exotic flowers and herbs, most of them need to be processed before they can exert their medicinal properties. There are not many that can be taken directly without wasting too much medicinal power like the previous Bixuedan. There are only four other ones - Sophora japonica seeds, Half maple beads, Su wood, and Lingyu.

The medicinal power of the fruits of these four kinds of medicinal trees is similar to that of the Green Blood Pill. They are not of much help to him, but quantity can solve the difference in quality. Li Wuxiang estimated that in this vast medicinal garden, there may be thousands of such medicinal trees in total. If he takes a little from each plant, the spiritual power he gains should be enough to cultivate the Golden Cloud without having to use the power of the pill.

So he started stealing.

Like a mouse that falls into a rice jar, or a wild monkey that strays into a peach orchard, he picks, eats, and walks. When the medicinal power in his body accumulates to a certain level, he stops to meditate in the forest and slowly digest the medicinal power.

After about an hour of this, he finally felt the wound on his chest begin to heal under the influence of the medicine, and the pain in his soul was also slowly easing.

Knowing that this method really worked, he felt better. After picking the seeds from more than 200 locust trees, he headed towards Banfengzhu's forest.

When he was walking towards the thatched cottage, he only glanced at the forest from a distance. When he walked into the forest, he found that the planting method of Banfengzhu was different from that of Mihuaizi. The former was planted in a neat row, while Banfengzhu was planted in a circle with 49 trees. In the center of the circle, a separate herb was planted - calf-high, with three thick green leaves, and a round milky yellow bead on the top of a red stem in the middle. The bead was fluorescent and glowed in the night.

This thing made Li Wuxiang stunned, because it had been mentioned in the collection of worldly explanations, and its name was "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head".

This name is extremely domineering, and this thing itself is naturally extremely precious. The book says that if an ordinary person eats the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, it can extend his life by more than ten years. If a cultivator eats it after fifty years, it is equivalent to five years of hard practice. If it is a hundred years old, and it develops fluorescence like what you see before you, it can almost cleanse the marrow and clear the meridians - if someone with the talent of Xue Baoping takes it, although it will not make her a genius, it can improve her talent and make her practice smoother, allowing her to live more than ten years longer than she should have.

These ten years are completely different from the ten years that ordinary people experience in prolonging their lives - this is equivalent to extending the youth and lifespan of a cultivator!

And now, if he wanted to eat it himself, there would be no need to walk around and pick them little by little from each tree.

After a moment of hesitation, Li Wuxiang immediately walked through the Half Maple Pearl Forest again.

There are a total of 980 trees, forming 20 circles, with 20 "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top" trees, six of which are already 100 years old.

Li Wuxiang walked to one of the plants, squatted down, and reached out to pick it. But when he was about to touch it, he retracted his hand, looked towards the thatched cottage, and sighed.

Even for the Tianxin Sect, this thing should be quite precious. If he picked it tonight, the sect would definitely hold the old woman in the thatched cottage accountable. He didn't like Cheng Peixin, nor did he like the behavior of the thirty-six sects' cultivators, but the blind old woman was all alone in this valley, with a cat as a companion, and looked quite pitiful - she had no teeth, and she sat alone at night eating candy, so her life must be very unhappy.

Then in this situation...how can people who keep cats be bad people?

So he thought it was better to forget it. Otherwise, he would only save a few hours of effort, but the old woman might lose her life. As for Xue Baoping, it would not be too late to come and rob him openly after he solved the problem of Tianxin Sect.

He stepped back a few steps, jumped onto the half-maple bead tree, picked out the gum beads wrapped in branches as thick as a bowl and put them into his mouth, and then continued to work on it, taking more and more, and taking little by little.

Another hour passed like this, and Li Wuxiang felt that the wound on his chest had shrunk a lot - originally he could easily put his hand in, but now it was only a finger's width wide. Even the pain in his soul had weakened a lot, leaving only the occasional stabbing pain like a needle from time to time.

But this didn't seem to mean that the situation had improved. Because according to his estimation, the medicine he had secretly taken for the past two hours should have been enough for him to recover. However, since two quarters of an hour ago, the wound had hardly changed, and the golden coil had not healed at all.

The golden entanglement and his skin were originally two different things... Could it be that the medicine could heal the wound but not the golden entanglement? This thing contained his soul, but he didn't know much about it. If the spiritual energy and medicine didn't work, how could he remedy it?

At least it seems that if the golden coil is not used to repair the wound, it seems that the wound will never be completely healed.

He stayed on the low crown of the Lingyu tree and sighed, thinking that if this medicinal garden didn't work, then -

At this moment, he glanced under the tree and prepared to jump down. But this glance almost made his skin explode - the black cat in the thatched cottage was squatting under the tree!
The cat's eyes were wide open as it squatted on the grass, looking up at the treetops and staring at him. But since he was stealing, he was always on guard and didn't notice when the cat walked under the tree!
Is this also a spiritual monster?!

Just as Li Wuxiang was about to move, he heard the old woman's voice again. It wasn't far away, it must have come from behind him, as if she was also watching him from under the tree -

"When did a little monkey get into the garden? Why is it stealing everywhere?"

(End of this chapter)