My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

[Single-leaf Chinese ginseng] does not grow for thousands of years. Once it grows, a thousand leaves are cut into nothing overnight, and it rots in three days. It is a treasure that Mr. Xu has only seen once after wandering around for a lifetime, and what he saw was only after it rotted. Despite its shape, it still has multiple miraculous medicinal effects.

From a morphological point of view, this [Single-leaf Chinese Ginseng] is just after the first night. After another day, it will begin to rot, and even the hard leaves will turn into soil.

He unexpectedly came across such a precious thing!

No, precious is an understatement. This is a rare treasure!

Seeing Zhang Hao's expression becoming more and more excited, Yinhui also realized that things were not that simple.

"Is this what you originally came to the village to find?"

She knew that Zhang Hao was a mountaineer, looking for treasures in the mountains, and it seemed that he had already encountered them.

"Yeah, that's what I'm here for."

While he was talking, Zhang Hao had been digging out the thing non-stop. The thing looked like a big radish and was earth-colored. The fresh and bitter fragrance emanated from it.

When he got the thing, Zhang Hao realized that it was not that simple!

When the saint's curse falls, it happens to be the time when [One-leaf Chinese Ginseng] matures. It doesn't matter if it's too early or too late!

Being cursed, it produces a special time-stopping effect. After three hundred years of precipitation, the effect of the medicine has become many times stronger!

Zhang Hao forcibly suppressed his hands that were trembling with excitement, gently brushed off the soil on the [Single-leaf Chinese Ginseng], and like magic, took out a small basket from his backpack and put it in.

"This thing is a treasure in the world. It has roots but not leaves. A small piece can strengthen the body, dispel darkness and focus the mind. In order to prevent the spiritual energy from dissipating and reducing the efficacy of the medicine, it must be held in a special spirit-gathering basket."

"Yeah, that's great."

Yinhui's mood didn't fluctuate much. After all, she didn't know medical skills. She was just happy for Zhang Hao.

But Zhang Hao handed her the small basket.

"Remember to return the basket to me."

"Ah?" Although Yinhui subconsciously took it, his expression was still blank.

What basket? What happened to this basket?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Hao also looked confused, and then turned bitter.

"No, I came here to see if I left something behind, and I even paid for a spirit basket."

Only then did Yinhui realize that he wanted to give this thing to himself and then return the basket to him.

"Why did you give it to me? Isn't this what you want?"

"I want it, but it's on a first-come, first-served basis, right?"

Zhang Hao smiled bitterly, raised Yinhui's hand with his fingers, pointed at the mark on the palm and said, "You discovered this thing first, so it naturally belongs to you."

"No, if you didn't tell me, I would just treat it as a poisonous weed. I don't need this."

"You need it. Take it home and give your aunt a little bit to help her regain her strength."

Yinhui was stunned, then looked at the basket in his hand, feeling a little entangled in his heart.

Emotionally and logically, this thing should belong to Zhang Hao, but when he said that this thing could help his aunt... she hesitated.

"Take it, don't think about it."

Zhang Hao turned around and continued to walk deeper into the mountains, wanting to look for any other mountain treasures.

Suddenly, the hem of his clothes was pulled.

When he turned back, he only saw Yinhui taking the single-leaf Chinese ginseng out of the basket, holding it with both hands, and then opened his mouth to take a bite!

click -

It was like taking a bite of an extremely fresh fruit. After Yinhui bit off a small piece, he threw both the large and small pieces back into the basket.

"Didn't you say that just a little bit is enough? Then I just want this small piece."

Zhang Hao was speechless for a long time.

It's unbelievable that Yinhui made such a choice.

She could obviously accept it, even if she didn't understand it at all, as a layman, keeping a little and selling it all would be enough to keep her food and clothing for several lifetimes.

But she didn't, what a simple and precious person.

Zhang Hao suddenly laughed, and Yinhui also laughed.

Then, Zhang Hao's smile deepened. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Yinhui and said, "Wipe it."

"Huh? What are you wiping?"

"nosebleed."

"what?"

Yinhui reached out and touched the renzhong, and actually touched the warm liquid. When he took it off, he saw that it was really a nosebleed!

"Help, what's wrong with me!" Yinhui covered her nose and spoke with a strong nasal sound in her tone, which at first sounded like coquettishness.

"You just bitten the single-leaf Chinese ginseng and over-replenished it. Just go home and drink some fire-reducing tea and wait for two days."

"Okay, go and wait for me at the inn at the foot of the mountain. See you in a day."

Zhang Hao felt in his heart that giving the single-leaf Chinese ginseng was already a gift from the mountain god. You should not be greedy as a person. If you can’t find it after running for a day, leave and let the mountain god cultivate alone.

This time Yinhui did not follow. She was afraid that after Zhang Hao found Shan Bao, he would be embarrassed to take action because of herself. After this incident, she has concluded that Zhang Hao is a gentleman and will never do anything detrimental to the sacred mountain.

Before leaving, she left the basket to Zhang Hao to hold the mountain treasures she found later.

Zhang Hao thought about it and accepted it.

This decision is correct.

After pulling out several cancerous tumors in the mountain, without the interference of dirty smells, his ability to sense mountain treasures was greatly enhanced, and he found many mountain treasures after walking for half a day.

Although the quality of these things is still far different from [Single-leaf Chinese Ginseng], they are still all kinds of high-quality products! He kept his promise, did not rush, was not greedy, and walked up the mountain at a normal speed.

One day later, Zhang Hao came down the mountain with a full collection of goods and came to the inn.

The owner of the inn was surprised to see Zhang Hao coming back.

"Hey, I thought you died in the mountains. I thought if you didn't come back, I would call the police and have the police come over."

"No one can die in this mountain."

"That's wrong. I've been running an inn here for many years. Every year, many travelers come here. Some of them go to the Xianglu Shenzhai ruins, but they all disappear in the end."

Zhang Hao no longer argued, he was sure that the sacred mountain would not harm anyone.

The saint's curse is only effective on the tribesmen of the village. As for those who accidentally inflicted it, they probably went home after playing like a dream for two days. In the end, like all dreams, they were gradually forgotten by themselves.

"Boss, is there a very young girl staying here? She is so tall, wearing a black cloak and a ponytail."

Zhang Hao raised his hand, made gestures on his chest, and tried to describe Yinhui's appearance.

It's shameful to say that even though we've been together for three or four days, this is the only impression I have of her. "No."

"I don't live here, but I saw that girl yesterday." The fat landlady came out with a basket in her arms and said casually: "Well, I cried and made a phone call at the door for a while and then left without saying anything. I guess you had a fight with your boyfriend?"

"Tsk, you're the only one who talks a lot!" The boss glared at the lady boss, then turned to Zhang Hao and said with a smile, "Maybe, there are too many people coming and going here every day, so I can't remember clearly."

Judging from their methods of robbing customers, there are not many customers here.

As for not wanting to talk about Yinhui, it is probably because she is not in a normal state and is afraid of getting into trouble.

In this case, there is no need for Zhang Hao to stay here.

"I know, thank you."

"Hey! You're not staying in the hotel anymore!"

The boss yelled reluctantly, but Zhang Hao didn't take it back at all.

After walking a long way, he could still hear the boss complaining: "Why are you telling him this? What if he was the one who quarreled with that little girl?"

"It doesn't sound like that little girl was quarreling with her boyfriend? She was shouting 'Mom' or something like that, so she must have been with her family."

Zhang Hao already understood, returned to the city, found a hotel with good security and opened a high-end suite, and told any waiters not to enter his room without permission.

Zhang Hao is not poor at all now, and the hotel will not mind that he earns a lot of money. Naturally, he will comply with this kind of guest who pays neatly and does not ask too much.

When he arrived in the high-end suite, the first thing Zhang Hao did was to cut out a paper man, drip a drop of blood on it, and stick it on the solid spirit basket. This thing can be regarded as his clone. If there is anyone with evil intentions, If you get close, it will sound a warning or even repel the opponent.

There is no way, these things are too precious, only in this way can he rest assured.

There is no way to leave directly now, and he still has an unsolved problem - he wants to find Yinhui and ask what happened.

It's like a dream. Xianglu Shenzhai is gone, Xueji is dead, and Baonar will stay in the mountains forever. He has no connection with anyone related to Xianglu Shenzhai. How to find the witch...

Wait, miko?

Yinhui is a witch and belongs to a witch organization that has lasted for at least three hundred years. It is impossible for them to disappear in such a short period of time. Zhang Hao still has a chance to find Yinhui.

The key is that he is not familiar with the place. Where should Zhang Hao search for information about the witch?

An answer almost subconsciously appeared in Zhang Hao's mind - the fortune-telling stall.

The old magicians with some skills will definitely be related to organizations like the Witch Taoist Priests. Even if they are not good enough, they should know some information. Zhang Hao plans to start from here.

As night fell, Zhang Hao went downstairs after having a few bites at the hotel and found the receptionist at the front desk.

When the baby-faced front desk lady saw Zhang Hao, she recognized him as a mysterious guest who spent a lot of money, and put on her trademark service smile.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

"Excuse me, where is the most prosperous place here? It doesn't want a shopping mall, but a place with a mixture of good and bad, similar to a park or a night market stall."

"Well, if you don't want a shopping mall..." The front desk bit his lip for a while and said suddenly: "About two kilometers away to the east, there is Mingzhu Park, which also has a night market and jugglers. You can You can go and have a look.”

"Okay, thank you."

Zhang Hao turned around and left, and the front desk shouted from behind: "Can I call a taxi for you?"

"No thanks."

"Oh……"

The front desk was a little disappointed. When her colleague saw this, she came up to him and said coquettishly: "Xiao Zhen, you are not attracted to that person, are you? He looks gray all over, and he doesn't look like a rich man."

Another person also said: "No one can afford the seven-day presidential suite package? It costs tens of thousands. People without money are not willing to spend tens of thousands to show off."

Xiaozhen didn't respond to his colleague's teasing, and looked in the direction Zhang Hao left with piercing eyes.

What she was thinking was - what kind of secret person would not allow anyone to enter his room?
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The distance is not too far. According to Zhang Hao's current physical fitness, walking as fast as flying is a bit modest.

It took ten minutes to walk to the park. Zhang Hao had a headache looking at the hodgepodge of parks, playgrounds and snack streets.

In a place like this, it is not easy to find a capable magician.

After he mentally prepared himself, he raised his feet and planned to walk in.

Before he had even taken two steps, a man's earnest voice came from behind him.

"Hey, young man, that young man in earth-colored clothes, come here!"

Zhang Hao looked around and saw that he was the only one wearing such clothes, so he turned around.

——In an unobtrusive corner next to the street lamp, there sat a man wearing a hexagram robe, a black gauze hat on his head, and a dog-skin plaster on his forehead. The image of the magic stick in the TV series couldn't be more standard. Standard.

"I?"

"Yes, that young man in earth-colored clothes, come here."

Zhang Hao walked over helplessly and squatted in front of his stall.

In front of the magic stick is an advertising picture covered with footprints and dust. There is a facial acupuncture map printed on it, and his business scope is densely written next to it: naming, divination, mole removal, tooth treatment, and professional unblocking of sewer pipes. , recycle old mobile phones.

"First of all, my clothes are brown, not earthy. Secondly..." Zhang Hao nodded at the advertising paper with his finger and said, "Sir, do you have a wide enough range?"

"Hehehehe!" The old magic stick showed his big yellow teeth covered with smoke stains and said with a smile: "You have many skills, so how about you, young man? Is there anything you need my help with?"

"No, you can continue working here to revitalize the motherland's profession. I have other things to do."

Zhang Hao had no intention of wasting time here and stood up to leave.

"Hey, don't leave. I see you are from out of town. I'll give you a discount!"

Zhang Hao ignored him, turned around and walked several steps away.

Sudden.

"Aren't you looking for someone? I can help you find someone."

Even though it was noisy here, the man's careless voice still reached Zhang Hao's ears accurately.

He stopped and looked back suspiciously.

The man was holding a cigarette, and through the smoke, Zhang Hao felt as if he had seen a completely different person.

But after walking over, he still looked carefree, no different from when he had just recommended him so enthusiastically.

This time, Zhang Hao did not turn around and leave. Instead, he pulled away the little man next to him and sat down opposite him.

"I looked worried and not at all leisurely. I looked like I was looking for someone. Based on this alone, you confidently stopped me. Aren't you afraid that I would smash your sign?"

"Humph, young man, of course I called you to stop. I certainly have the ability to help you. It's just the price..." (End of Chapter)