The enemy has a crush on me

"Now, can you tell me, is there any difference between the Chayue Kingdom Ancient Road and Longxia Village from when you came here?" Qingze said, "Speaking of it...does this village have any history, why is the name so strange?"

Yin Luodao: "Longxia Village can't see any difference, but the Chayue Ancient Road has changed a lot."

After he finished answering the first question, he realized what Qingze asked again, and his tone was a bit puzzled: "Have you never heard of the famous mountain Delong when you travel around the rivers and lakes? This village is just because it is located at the foot of Delong Mountain It was named Longxia Village."

Qing Ze said: "Hey, although I have traveled the rivers and lakes, I have heard and seen too many things, and I have to forget some of them."

Yin Luo pursed her lips: "Delong Mountain is a world-renowned mountain of medicine with spiritual veins. Because it is nourished by spiritual veins, there are thousands of medicinal herbs that cannot be found elsewhere. Although Longxia Village is not big, it has been influenced by Delong Mountain. The wisdom of the mountain has been in the business of medicinal materials all year round, and it is also known as "Zhuyue Guoshuangqi" together with the world's first workshop, "Zhuyuefang".

"It is said that the Zhuyue Kingdom is a descendant of Shennong who was left behind by the people. The village head of Longxia Village is carved with the image of Shennong tasting a hundred herbs. It can not only deter evil spirits, but also protect Baoshan's spiritual veins from exhaustion."

Yin Luo pointed to the entrance of the medicine village.

"Look, the ancient road we came from is narrow, and the terrain is open at the entrance of the village. It is a gourd-shaped terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is impossible to send troops to capture the red treasure mountain Delong. Can cooperate with Longxia Village. Longxia Village is easy to defend and difficult to attack, backed by Baoshan, located on the outskirts of the country, and has convenient transportation. Not only is it shooting Yi and chasing the moon, but even Xuanyong purchases a large amount of medicinal materials here all the year round. It can be said that it is extremely rich and happy Longevity Village."

After he ascended the throne, he visited Chasing Moon Kingdom a few times, almost all of which were to discuss the procurement of medicinal materials, and he passed through Longxia Village once or twice.

Although I have never met it in person, but I heard word of mouth from the attendants who went out for a walk, and I know a thing or two about the general situation of Longxia Village.

Almost every household in the village knows some knowledge of pharmacology. The villagers have eaten all kinds of panacea since childhood, and they are in good health. Because they respect nature, even though they are much richer than ordinary towns, they don’t do much construction and building. In it, the attitude of returning to basics and returning to nature is beyond the mundane.

The No. [-] Medicine Village in the World, which is friendly and trades frequently, can be regarded as a very distinctive label of the Moon Kingdom.

Qing Ze blinked his eyes, thinking, so it is.

Longxia Village is not big, and it does not have the commercial taste of urbanization, but it is not closed and exclusive like ordinary villages.The villagers wear all kinds of ornaments woven from grass stalks, with strange totems painted on their foreheads and cheeks, and their clothes are different from those of other places. This should be the reason why foreigners often come, although there are always curious villagers who tilt their heads to see The visitor dressed as a foreigner was still doing his own work.

The strange thing is that in such an open village, there are no other foreigners except the two of them on the street.

The peasant woman was choosing vegetables at the door, her sackcloth sleeves rolled up, revealing her glistening wrists; the guy with painted cheeks was squatting on the ground pounding the pulp, and after the pounding he straightened the crooked fence and put the paste on the cracked A place; an old man sitting on a rattan chair basking in the sun, his body staggering, his eyes narrowed into an old cat, with a cloudy seam embedded in the wrinkled lines, he seems to be awake and chaotic.

The little boy with a runny nose is wearing broken hole shoes, with cinnabar on his forehead, and a large or small grass ring on his head. His thin hair is braided high on the top of his head. There were loud and sometimes small exclamations, and the huge disc-shaped copper ornaments hanging around the thin neck also jingled when the body collided.

To Qing Ze, those crickets really don't see any difference except their color, but they have something to say about these children.In this small earthen jar, under the eyes of the children, they are no longer insects that ordinary people can trample to death, but gods of war who are invincible. big names:

The yellow one is called Zhenshanhu, the red one is called Manjianghong, the green one is called Lanquetail, and the purple one is called Fanyunshou...

A defeated cricket will always suffer some injuries. It is not uncommon for a cricket to lose an arm or a leg, and it is not uncommon for a cricket to be killed directly.Every time a cricket loses the battle, there will be another wrinkled face of a child.

One after another, many wrinkled faces dragged their listless bodies out of the still noisy children's circle.

The victorious cricket is very elated, and its owner is even more elated. The length of time for different owners to be elated varies, but in the end they all turn into another wrinkled face.

Sitting not far away was a thin scholar, without straw decorations or totems, dressed in a plain shirt like most ordinary scholars, quietly drawing pictures, one after another.

This one is withered leaves, and that one is the first sprouts.Not long after, the literati drew a new one and stacked it on top of it—a pile of thin dark green fragments that were chopped up with pen and ink, with transparent leaf veins winding on it.

A thick stack of old and new drawing papers, each of which is a leaf.

Although the shapes are different, if you look closely, you can see that there are fixed types of paintings over and over again.

He murmured: "One..."

Qing Ze listened attentively.

"ten……"

"One, ten, one hundred,..."

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand..."

"One, ten, hundred, thousand...one, ten, hundred, thousand...one, ten, hundred, thousand..."

The masked man in black robe walked past the painting booth, the scholar stopped muttering to himself, and moved the painting booth back respectfully.

Fear is from the heart, but not just fear.

Even the trembling hands couldn't tell whether it was fear or excitement.

Look at the peasant woman picking vegetables, the guys mending fences, the old man basking in the sun, and the little boy fighting crickets. They all stopped their mechanically repeated movements a moment ago, and the whole village road seemed to stand still.

In the long and narrow stone room, only the heavy and slow rustling footsteps of the person muffled in his robe can be heard.

He moves so slowly that a moment of stillness is stretched infinitely, seemingly without end.The whole still village watched the black-robed man approach, and watched the black-robed man go away, until he turned into another alley in the village and disappeared from sight, and the long-paused scene was played again.

The peasant woman was choosing vegetables at the door, her sackcloth sleeves rolled up, revealing her glistening wrists; the guy with painted cheeks was squatting on the ground pounding the pulp, and after the pounding he straightened the crooked fence and put the paste on the cracked place; the old man sits on a wicker chair basking in the sun, his body is staggering, his eyes are narrowed like an old cat, and there is a muddy seam embedded in the wrinkled lines, which seems to be awake and chaotic; children with cinnabar foreheads Picking up the broken shoes, they formed a group to fight the crickets, making loud and small exclamations.

In front of him is still a very normal scene of farm life, even normal to the point of being a little weird.

Qing Ze felt a chill down his back.

He was sure that Yin Luo must also feel that there was something different about this person, so he went straight to chase the man in black without explaining much.

The alley that the man in black turned into was only a few tens of meters away from the main street, Qingze walked quickly to the intersection, and looked in—right in front of a few pairs of mouse-like eyes watching from the dark.

The alley is also like a gutter inhabited by rats. It is likely that the waste water from the main street and residents’ life is discharged here. Puddles, with the smell of garbage for a long time.The whole alley is thin and long, and the top half is covered by two overhanging eaves and facing away from the sun. The waste water has nourished many mosquitoes and flies, buzzing and flying densely.

Standing in the alley were three or four men in black robes and masks of different heights, huddled together in the narrow gap, and turned their heads when they heard Qing Ze's footsteps, staring straight at him with green eyes. Gou stared at him.

Swish, swish, swish.

Different from the main road, the alley is extremely quiet, and the night-like sound inside is particularly abrupt, which is actually more real than the peaceful scene outside.

Qing Ze raised his eyebrows, ignored the strange gaze of the man in black, and took a leisurely step into the alley.

The men in black robes all took a step back silently.

Qingze chuckled, raised his foot again, and heard Song Qingze behind him.

He put away his smile and realized that this was his alias in the world. Knowing that Yin Luo should have found something else, he stopped, glanced at the black-robed man who was still huddled together, and turned his head away.

Yin Luo was two or three meters away from him, looking in the direction of the market.

Qing Ze walked up to Yin Luo and asked, "Did you call me just now?"

Yin Luo nodded.

"Look." He pointed to the medicine stall he just visited.

Qing Ze followed the direction he pointed and saw a small medicine stall.

In Longxia Village, there is a medicine stall every three steps and a medicine building every ten steps. The medicine stall is no different from other medicine stalls. Although villagers in twos and threes line up in front of the stall one after another, the business is not very good.Coincidentally, one of the villagers queuing up was the boy from last night.

While talking, the line was already lined up with teenagers.His clothes were patched, he fumbled in his arms for a long time, found out the broken pieces of silver that Qing Ze had given just now, and put them all on the medicine stand.The vendor weighed it, put away the broken silver, took a few oiled paper bags, opened the drawer, and packed the contents of the drawer one by one. There were two full bundles, tied together with a red string, and handed over to the shop. give him.

The boy left with his arms full of medicines as if holding a treasure.Seeing the boy leave, Qing Ze walked to the medicine stall where he bought the medicine just now.He was just looking at the flowers just now, but he hadn't noticed what medicinal materials were placed on the medicine stall. After he took a closer look, he found that the quality of the medicine could not be described in words, it was just rubbish.A wide variety of medicinal materials are scattered and messy, and they all look half-dead.

Yin Luo first asked several kinds of medicinal materials that Xuan Yong often purchased, took a look at them one by one, smelled them, shook his head, and handed them back to the stall owner.

The growth environment of these medicinal materials is too harsh, and the efficacy of the medicinal materials has already been exhausted.

He silently wrote it down in his heart, and then he got to the point, "What kind of medicine did that boy buy just now?"

At this time, there were two more villagers who bought medicine behind them. The stall owner was a little anxious and impatient to deal with Yin Luo, so he threw back the ailing herb and said, "Guest officer, I'm busy, okay? Standing in line, if you want to buy, buy it, if you don’t buy it, let the people behind you.”

Yin Luo frowned: "You..."

The stall owner tilted his body, stretched his head and shouted to the back: "Guest officer behind, go forward!"

Qing Ze slashed at the villagers behind him, seeing them standing still and not daring to go forward, he turned his head and pushed Yin Luo away, patted a piece of silver ingot on the stall, and said to the stall owner: "Can I answer now?"

The stall owner dubiously picked up the silver ingot and took a bite, rubbing his cheeks and smiling awkwardly.

Seeing that the stall owner happily accepted the silver ingots, Qingze turned his head and said to the people queuing behind: "The medicines at this medicine stall are all gone! Don't wait any longer, go and queue at another stall!"

Seeing the other customers walking away, the stall owner scratched his head and asked, "What did you ask just now?"

Qing Ze folded his hands and looked at him.

The stall owner looked at him blankly for a moment, made a mouth shape, and turned his head to Yin Luo with a smile that blinded his teeth: "Guest, you... what did you ask just now?"

Yin Luo looked at Qing Ze's more skillful operation, coughed, and said, "What kind of medicine did that boy buy just now?"

The stall owner gave him a mysterious look: "Guest officer, are you a stranger? What he bought is a rare medicine that only our Longxia Village has—Shengui Pill!"