Li Qingshan went to the best restaurant in town, bought more than a dozen jars of good wine to fill the ox cart, and then followed the list given by Qingniu to buy most of the medicinal materials in the pharmacy, but the most important ginseng could not be bought in the pharmacy.
In the largest inn in Baixi Town, a group of people with hats and medicine baskets on their backs were drinking tea silently, and even in the restaurant, they refused to take off the hats on their heads and the medicine baskets on their bodies.
From time to time, the shopkeepers of major pharmacies came to the inn, opened the medicine basket to see the contents, and then put his hand in his sleeve to bargain with them, and if it became a medicine basket, he would take away a pack of ginseng of different sizes from the medicine basket.
They are the ginseng pickers of Ginseng Wangzhuang, and like Lema Village, they are all settled in the deep mountains, but they make a living by picking ginseng, and if they want to buy ginseng, it is naturally the cheapest to buy them.
Li Qingshan parked the ox cart in front of the inn, looked around, strode to the corner, and said to the ginseng pickers: "I want to buy ginseng!" "
Seeing that he was young and shabby, the guests all showed contemptuous looks, but no one responded to him.
Li Qingshan frowned, took out the remaining more than a thousand taels of silver bills in his arms and put them on the table: "I want to buy ginseng!" "
At this time, all the ginseng pickers raised their heads, showing a look of astonishment, but they didn't expect Li Qingshan to get so much silver, looked at each other, and finally someone said, "How much do you want to buy?" "
Li Qingshan had already learned about the price of ginseng, and finally agreed on the price, and left with a large bag of ginseng.
The pickers whispered: "Do you want to be this kid?" "
"It's still important to find spiritual ginseng, it is a treasure worth ten thousand gold, mortals can also prolong their life if they eat it, and those who practice martial arts can immediately become first-class masters if they eat it, and even break through obstacles, and it is not impossible to be promoted to innate level."
"Although the ginseng is good, but there is only one, and I have to deal with the sick ghost in Lemazhuang, I think I don't have this blessing to take it, a hundred birds are in the forest, it is better to have a bird in hand, if you are willing to do this vote, come with me."
Seven or eight people stood up, grabbed the waist knife at their waists, and walked away.
Not far from the door, a person hid behind the pillar, saw this scene, and quietly left.
Li Qingshan drove the ox cart alone on the mountain road, chatting with Qingniu without a pair, and Xiao An also poked his head out of the locust wood sign and sat on the beam of the car to listen to them.
Coming to a narrow valley, Qingniu suddenly stopped and looked back at Li Qingshan: "Your trouble is coming." "
As soon as the words fell, seven or eight figures appeared at both ends of the valley.
Li Qingshan relied on his eyes: "Are you ... People from Wangzhuang? This group of people held waist knives in their hands, obviously trying to kill people and sell goods.
"Still underestimate the viciousness of people's hearts!" He could only sigh in his heart, he didn't understand the truth that money is not in vain, so after buying ginseng, he immediately drove the ox cart back to the village, never staying for one more night, but he didn't expect this group of people to be so bold that they dared to intercept themselves in broad daylight.
It is rumored that these people who climb cliffs and collect ginseng spiritual grass every day have extremely strong folk customs, and they all have martial arts, and their bodies are as light as birds and as good as apes.
"Boy, we have something to talk to you about!" The leader said calmly, with contempt in his eyes, as if looking at the cattle and sheep waiting to be killed in the cage: "Leave everything behind, you can go." "
This kind of calm is not pretended, they walk in the mountains all year round, meet lone pedestrians, kill and take away their belongings with a knife, but it is commonplace, and after the matter is done, of course, it is impossible to let go of any lives.
The pickers gathered around with a smile.
Seeing that the crisis was approaching, Li Qingshan shook the reins suddenly, Qingniu glanced at him, but cooperated, and accelerated forward with the ox cart,
"Toast and don't eat penalty wine!" The pickers shouted and scolded, hurriedly dodging to both sides, and two knife lights flew up in their hands, staggering at Li Qingshan in the car.
The head of the green cow swung, and the only remaining horn drew a strange arc, and the head of the ginseng gathering, seeing the horn stabbing, couldn't dodge, and was pierced in the stomach and nailed to the mountain wall.
The ginseng guest opened his eyes wide, blood gushed from his mouth, and he didn't believe that with his martial arts, he would die on the horns of a plow ox.
At the same time, Li Qingshan turned over and landed, dodging two blade lights, with a thick-backed steel knife in his hand.
Qingniu pulled out his horns and said to himself: "From the perspective of a cow, I can play at a super level, and the rest is up to you." "
The exclamations of the visitors: "Brother Geng! This "Brother Geng" is the best of them, they didn't expect to die so bizarrely, they couldn't have imagined that Qingniu was a monster.
Then he said to Li Qingshan fiercely: "Boy, do you know what you did? I originally wanted to give you a good time, but later we will cut off the meat from your body piece by piece and feed it to the wolf! "
Li Qingshan sneered: "It's up to you!" His face was extremely calm, and he slowly drew his sword.
Unexpectedly, in one day, there were two battles, and each time they were more and more dangerous.
If he is just a farmer boy with no power to bind chickens, of course it is impossible to fight hard with the people of Le Ma Zhuang, let alone so much silver to buy ginseng.
And this was the most dangerous battle he had ever encountered in his life, even if he had magical powers in his hands, he didn't dare to say that he could walk on the ground, and what Qingniu said came to his ears.
The mind is fleeting, and the war is about to break out.
"Kill!" The strong wind blew, and the knife net woven by four waist knives caged Li Qingshan.
The bull demon refining skin could never stop such a blade, Li Qingshan quickly made a judgment, did not look behind him, but strode forward, pounced on the three ginseng pickers in front of him, his heart was not all on the death battle at this moment, but kept thinking about the corner of the green cow just now.
Qingniu would never help him resist the enemy, otherwise with its power, it would be easy to kill this group of ginseng pickers, and that corner had a deep meaning.
At the moment of life and death, his understanding and spirituality were all forced out, and his eyes suddenly lit up, the top horn of the bull demon must be used as a horn in every part of the body, and the weapon is just an extension of the body.
The straight thick-backed steel knife in his hand seemed to suddenly have spirituality, bypassing a blocking waist knife.
In the sound of "poof", a ginseng picker's neck spewed out a blood mist and fell to the ground.
"Mature!" "This kid knows martial arts!" After a series of shouts, the guests looked at Li Qingshan with a casual expression.
And Li Qingshan's arms also added two scars, thanks to the tenacity of the bull demon's skin, it was not cut open, but aroused the ferocity in his heart, and his eyes burned like fire: "Come on!" "
In the dense forests on the side of the valley, there was a group of people hiding, no more than ten feet apart, and in broad daylight, the people in the valley didn't even notice.
Only Qingniu glanced at him this way.
The leader was Huang Binghu, who smiled and said to the people beside him: "Xiao Hei, are you convinced now?"