As they passed by, Song Pingcun was slightly panicked. After all, it was his first time flying in the air. Fortunately, it didn't last long.
Falling from the sky, it was exactly the medicine garden described by Mu Ling.
"You can find a place to settle by yourself, and don't bother me if you have nothing to do." The man known as Wang Zhenren left a word and walked into the medicine garden without a trace.
Song Pingcun was left alone and started to feel embarrassed again.
There is a red sandalwood board at the entrance of the medicine garden with the words "Herb Garden" written on it. There is a faint scent of medicinal herbs when you stand at the door.
"Who are you looking for?"
Song Pingcun was looking around when he was interrupted by a voice asking.
"This boy is a disciple who just joined the sect this year. He was brought to the entrance of the herb garden by an old man just now, and he disappeared." Song Pingcun told him truthfully.
The person who asked the question was also an old man. He looked very old, short, and he was holding a medicine jar in his hand.
"Come with me." The short old man glanced at the badge that had just been hung on Song Pingcun's waist, and asked Song Pingcun to follow him in one direction. His steps were not fast, and even a little slow.
After walking about two miles, there appeared a row of private buildings that looked like ordinary people. Except for their simplicity, they were no different.
The old man took Song Pingcun to a room where there were some books and a thick roster on the table.
"Bring me your belt card" came the short old man's voice.
Song Pingcun put the waist card on the table. The old man walked to the table, picked up the waist card and looked through it.
"Song Pingcun, just started this year, ranked 23rd." The old man muttered to himself, and seemingly asked casually: "How many people passed the assessment this year?"
"22 people" Song Pingcun replied.
"There are 22 people, why are you 23? You can't even count?" The old man seemed to have a bad temper. But Song Pingcun himself was also surprised that there were only 22 people, so why was there one more place? When he first got the waist card, he didn't pay attention to what the 23 represented, and now he is completely confused.
If it was said that the Deacon Hall made a mistake, Song Pingcun didn't believe it. That is, there is still one person who did not appear in the team yesterday and this morning, and it seems that the Deacon Hall has no plans to announce it yet.
"This, I really don't know." Song Pingcun couldn't explain it, let alone why.
"No wonder we were last." The short old man didn't worry about how many people there were. He just muttered, picked up the waist badge and printed a few stamps on the roster. Only then did Song Pingcun realize that the waist badge also had the function of a seal. The registration seal should be It’s about leaving the bottom.
"Okay, you will be a member of the medicine hall from now on." The old man put the roster and handed the badge to Song Pingcun.
"Excuse me, who are you...?" Song Pingcun asked as he took the badge.
"Deacon of the medicine hall, I'm just a free man. You can call me Old Man Wu, or you can call me Deacon Wu. If you need to go out for something in the future, come and let me know." The short old man explained.
"Oh." Song Pingcun nodded and put away his badge.
"The medicine hall is divided into three areas. What you see is the place where all the servants of Poyuan Sect go to seek medical treatment. However, generally they will not be sent if they are not seriously ill. It is useless if they are sent to severe cases. The other one is Wang Zhenren's herb garden. In addition to No one can enter the medicine servant arranged by the real person himself. You are the second one in so many years." After speaking, the old man Wu glanced at Song Pingcun.
Song Pingcun was still waiting for Deacon Wu to talk about the third place, but Old Man Wu talked about something else. It seemed that he had not passed the examination to enter the sect to study and practice.
"By the way, Master Wang must have arranged for you to come here. I will not arrange your affairs here, nor will I restrain you. You can go back to the herb garden."
"Okay, thank you." Song Pingcun saluted and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute." Old Man Wu suddenly stopped Song Pingcun, as if there was something he had yet to explain.
"Mr. Wu, if you have anything to say, just say it." Song Pingcun saw that the other party was hesitant to speak and quickly saluted.
"It's best not to run around in the medicine garden if you have nothing to do. Master Wang is very concerned about the medicine garden. Okay, there's nothing else to do. Only patients come to the medicine hall. You don't come here if you have nothing to do." After waving his hand, Mr. Wu The avatar suddenly seemed like he wanted him to leave.
Just now, she said that she would come over and say something to him when she was going out. Suddenly, she said that she didn't need to come here if she had nothing to do. It sounded like nothing, but Song Pingcun could hear a sense of vicissitudes and loneliness in his words.
After leaving the room, Song Pingcun walked all the way back and saw that the so-called medicine hall only had about ten rooms. Every house is closed and no one is coming or going.
"Master, except for Master Wang and Deacon Wu, these are ordinary people. The real staff of the medicine hall are refining elixirs under this building, and they will not be easily seen." After walking out of the house, he returned. On the way to the herb garden, Mu Ling reminded Song Pingcun for the first time in Poyuanzong.
On the way back, he also met some ordinary people with no cultivation. They looked like farmers, and no one asked or stopped him.
Song Pingcun didn't feel much when he saw it from the air. When he actually walked in from the entrance of the herb garden, he realized that the herb garden was very big. The flat land between the two peaks was almost all herb gardens, some were high, some were short, some were high and some were high. It was several feet tall and short enough to touch the ground. On both sides, there were vaguely a dozen or so houses built in rows built with huge rocks from the mountains.
There are many varieties of medicinal herbs in the medicine garden. Song Pingcun has no memory now. He doesn't know how many they have just based on the memory of this body. Some of the smells are familiar. After all, the memory has been sealed, but the existing senses have not been sealed. After all, the several alchemy refinements in the past few months have surpassed many people's sensitivity to medicinal materials.
Turning left and right, under the guidance of the wood spirit, Song Pingcun arrived at the foot of a mountain wall in the herb garden during the tea time, which was Zhenren Wang's cave.
This place is the highest point of the medicine garden. You can overlook the entire medicine garden. It is located at the border of two mountain peaks. A stone cave appears in front of you. In front of the stone cave is a flat land of about 100 square meters.
Master Wang was standing there, as if looking at the medicine garden, holding his long beard in his hand. If it weren't for the dirt on his gown, he would have a bit of a fairy spirit, but his face was as cold as water and he was not approachable.
"The workers in the herb garden are also ordinary people who have lived here for generations. You should be able to find out the cost of food and accommodation when you go to the Chuan Gong Hall tomorrow. If you don't know some of the rules, you can ask Deacon Wu just now. First The point is don’t run around and don’t enter my cave.”
Wang Huaiming didn't let Song Pingcun make any more moves, as if he was telling the rules. Last night, Junior Brother Gao Feng came to him and said that he would assign a new disciple next to him so that he could observe him carefully.
It seems that it is indeed not simple. The strange thing is that this young man did not make him aware of danger, nor did he notice any other specific signs.
"You can live here." Wang Zhenren pointed to a small room next to the cave and said.
"Okay." Song Pingcun walked into the room. It was very simple, with only a bed and a table, but there was a pile of thick books on the table.
It is said to be a room, but it is no different from a cave. There is no door. But this can be regarded as his residence in Poyuan Sect, and he finally has a place to rest.
