Ah 'Bao finally remembered everything. He was filled with emotion, and when he thought of the days when the old farmer had been running around for him, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"Wonderful! This Angry Chicken is really too delicious. I didn't expect this Ganoderma Phoenix Soup to have such benefits. It cured Brother Bao's illness in an instant. It's really God's eyes.”
Lin Changqing ate a mouthful of bamboo wine and a mouthful of chicken drumstick. His mouth was full of oil and he could not stop smiling.
When the two of them were drunk, the weather was dark and it seemed like it was going to rain.
So, after putting away the remaining pot of chicken soup, he directly lay down on the bamboo chair in the room.
.....
"Ah 'Bao? Ah 'Bao, hurry up and come out to collect your clothes. It's going to rain soon.”
"Rumble!"
After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Lin Changqing vaguely heard someone calling Ah 'Bao's name. As soon as he sat up, a bolt of lightning came from the clear sky. The sky was dark, and it seemed to be close to dusk.
"What? Uncle, didn't you go up the mountain to pick herbs? Why did you suddenly come back?"
Lin Changqing hurriedly walked out and asked in confusion when he saw the old farmer walking towards him.
"Sigh, don't mention it. When I went up the mountain today, the dew was heavy. Ants moved and snakes walked through the paths. Clouds and fog wrapped around the mountain. At noon, there was a bolt from the blue. I guessed that it was going to rain, so I rushed back.”
It was actually a taboo to see snakes in the mountains. Coupled with the strange weather, the old farmer felt a little uneasy, so he returned.
"Father, your son has been unfilial. You have suffered for so many years.”
"Plop!"
Right at this moment, Ah 'Bao also sobered up. He rushed out of the house, knelt down in front of the old farmer, and kowtowed three times.
"Are you being silly again? Get up!"
The old farmer was stunned. For a moment, he did not understand what was going on. He angrily pulled his son up.
"Father, I'm no longer stupid. I've already recovered from my illness.”
Ah 'Bao looked at the old farmer, his eyes clear and his face full of gratitude.
"This... Did the heavens have eyes? How is that possible?"
Hearing that, the old farmer seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. His body trembled as he excitedly reached out his hand and stroked Ah 'Bao's face.
"Father, the chicken at home is dead!"
Po held his old man's rough hand, lowered his head and said carefully.
"What? What chicken is gone?"
The old herbalist was still in a state of agitation and excitement, unable to react in time.
"The Furious Clear Chicken was killed by little brother!"
Ah 'Bao was still a bit afraid of the old farmer. He lowered his head and pointed at Lin Changqing.
"So what if I killed him?"
"Ah, that's not right. You f * cking killed my Furious Sky Chicken? This was the king of chickens, the king of a generation of chickens. It was safe to bring it up the mountain to pick herbs and cross the Old Bear Ridge.”
The old farmer replied casually. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. He suddenly picked up the medicinal hoe in his basket and charged at Lin Changqing angrily.
"Uncle, not only are your chickens gone, but your hundred-year-old lingzhi grass is also gone…Also, your treasured bamboo wine is almost finished.”
Lin Changqing couldn't help but laugh. After saying that, he ran back to his house.
"Bastard! Lin Changqing, you bastard, I'm going to kill you!”
After hearing Lin Changqing's words, the old farmer was so angry that his eyeballs almost popped out.
"Father, you're being beaten. Brother, stop! I couldn't kill the chicken this morning, so little brother helped me kill it. Then he suggested using lingzhi grass to make soup."
"Uncle, did you hear that? If it weren't for this Furious Clear Sky Chicken and your hundred-year-old lingzhi grass, would Brother Bao's illness have been cured? If it were up to me, I would have killed him long ago."
Lin Changqing stood at his door and shouted proudly when he saw the old farmer being stopped.
Looking at that smug look, he was just short of writing the word 'cheap' on his face!
"What? It was really because he drank the lingzhi grass stewed in chicken soup.”
"Good! Good kill, really good kill, this Furious Clear Chicken should have been killed long ago. Nephew Evergreen, I have misunderstood you."
After confirming that his son had recovered after drinking lingzhi mushroom stewed with chicken soup, the old farmer let out a long sigh and exclaimed that he had killed too well. He turned hostile faster than flipping a book.
"Uncle, you don't have to thank me. I feel bad seeing Brother Bao like this. Now that Brother Bao's illness has recovered, you can rest assured.”
"But I have a request. Can you give me some herbs?”
Lin Changqing recalled the Taoist Qi Huang Technique that he had obtained. It had the method to refine various kinds of ointment and spirit pills. If he entered the bottle mountain where poisonous snakes and ants were active, wouldn't it be great if he brought a few antidote pills?
"What do you want herbs for? Take whatever you like."
The old farmer looked at his son, gritted his teeth, and agreed with a pained expression.
As expected, Lin Changqing did not stand on ceremony. He took more than a dozen herbs from the old farmer's medicine rack.
If it wasn't for the fact that the old farmer's expression was getting uglier, he wouldn't have stopped at all.
After taking away the medicinal herbs, Lin Changqing went back to boil the medicinal liquid in the iron pot and refined more than ten Poison Repellent Pills. He happily put them into his interspatial ring.
That night, the old herb farmer personally came and invited Lin Changqing over respectfully. The three of them ate Nu Qing chicken and drank bamboo wine. They were happy and harmonious.
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The next day, after Lin Changqing got up, he took out his remaining copper coins and went to the streets to buy items for tomb raiding in Shangping Mountain.
"Everyone, feel free to change whatever you want. There's nothing to worry about!”
When he was rushing home, he saw a group of people gathered together. It was bustling and lively.
At this moment, a man in a Chinese tunic suit, glasses, and a white hat was chatting with Rong Bao in the village.
"Since we are already here, it would be a pity if we don't go to Bottle Mountain. Little brother, I wonder if you are willing to take us to the Bottle Mountain. If you are willing to be our guide, I will give you a basket of salt.”
When Lin Changqing's gaze landed on the man, his pupils constricted and his face revealed a look of shock.
"Rong Bao, there's a Corpse King at the bottle mountain, if something happened to you, wouldn't your mother die of grief? Don't be deceived by these outsiders.”
Seeing this scene, Lin Changqing's mind moved, he rushed over and protected Rong Baoxiao behind him, glaring at Chen Yulou and Old Crooked Luo.
This group of people was the head of Xieling, Chen Yulou, Old Crooked Luo, Red Aunt, Huamaguai, and Kunlun Mole.
"Ding! Be Chen Yulou's guide. Reward: 10 merit points. Proficient Gun Ring Shooting.”
Lin Changqing had originally planned to follow Chen Yulou and the others up the Bottle Mountain. Now that the system had issued another mission, he accepted it without hesitation.
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