Descent of the Phoenix

Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che have not yet entered, and the distant dissatisfaction has spread with the wind.

"Medical Weng, this year is no more than in previous years. Now it is a big mess. Who will come to you for a feast? If I don’t have too many herbs to take it, the price you give is higher. I want to ask for two roads. At this time, I also went to escape, how come you will come."

A hoarse man also raised his voice.

"That is, medicine Weng, you are hiding in the mountains without the war, we are all suffering people." Another shattered person took the words.

"Fast, I have brought a few good herbs, Millennium Ganoderma, Dongshan Centennial Ginseng, Medicine Weng, you look at it."

As the voice flew with the wind, Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che were not in the ear.

The two looked at each other and saw a smile in the other's eyes. If there were more medicinal materials and their peers, if they had black grass, then they would not be precious.

A white-haired, heavy-looking medicine man stood in front of the bamboo house and looked at the three vendors in front of him. He said coldly: "The black grass has a stick, one thousand two."

The cold voice fell, and the three vendors who were stunned at the same time stopped talking and frowned.

"Black grass, this thing can not be bought in a thousand." The broken scorpion looked up, but the flowers on the iceberg are worth more than the millennium Ganoderma lucidum.

"As long as you have, offer the price." Medicine Weng is not welcome.

Faced with each other, several vendors suddenly became dumb.

They are all medicines, and the prices are high, so they came over. How do you think about this black grass?

This thing, ordinary how they might have.

The grass leaves are green and faint.

Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che stopped at the edge of the bamboo house and leaned against the trunk of the pine.