Chapter 4 Ling Xu Jun
Wen Baizhou lowered his gaze from the snake demon to the grass under the demon. He really saw the flattened grass with white edges. He was silent for a moment, then said, "The white-edged leaves of Lingxu grass are used as medicine. As long as they are not damaged, they can be used."
"!"
It was a very timely piece of good news. The sad Lin Zhusheng suddenly revived in an instant. He quickly lowered his head, and two lines of tears disappeared in an instant.
Although his beloved grass was flattened, a quick glance showed that the white edges were still intact and could be salvaged. It seemed that he did not need to quickly become a skilled weed puller and waste his best youth weeding in the grass in the woods.
Everything seemed so normal, as if the crying scene just now was just an illusion. The hand that fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist flicked, and Wen Baizhou finally said: "You only need to tell the steward on duty about the rest. He will know how to deal with it."
This means leaving. Lin Zhusheng asked: "Aren't you waiting for the steward to come?"
If he remembered correctly, as long as the disciples of Tianzong eliminated monsters and brought the monster corpses or the crystal cores of big monsters to find the corresponding managers, they could get certain rewards according to their levels. If he went to the steward, the kind-hearted person would not get the reward.
As if he had guessed what he was thinking, the kind-hearted person continued, "The snake demon was discovered by you, so you have solved it."
[Temporary Mission: Defeat the Red Snake (2/2) (Completed)]
[Congratulations on achieving: First mission! 】
[You have obtained: Physical strength limit +10, primary healing herb x1, advanced healing herb x1, gold coins x10]
A series of message prompts popped up. Lin Zhusheng opened his eyes and, with his superb reaction ability, manually suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up.
Originally thought that this mission was hopeless and it would be good enough to survive, but I didn't expect that the head could be counted on him just by speaking.
The gold coins were deposited into his account. He used all his strength to control his expression, thanked the kind-hearted person who had generously given him the head, and watched the other person leave.
The long sword brought out a streak of light, and the white sleeves were rustled by the wind. When he took a last look, the person in the air had disappeared in the gradually rising mountain fog.
“…Will it really not fall down?”
Lin Zhusheng lowered his head and started rubbing his arms with a strong sense of immersion.
He also flew like this in the game, but only with the Cyber Sword. In reality, he would not go to the window if he was higher than the second floor.
The kitten jumped off him and said briefly something that touched his soul: "You will have to learn it in the future."
Sword control is a compulsory course for Tianzong disciples, and every formal disciple must learn it.
His brain refused to receive and process words he didn't want to hear. Lin Zhusheng artificially ignored the topic and turned his attention to the pile of red snake demon corpses next to him.
Some of his grass is still underneath, and he needs to move that out of the way first. He looked at his hands, then at the hundreds of snakes as big as himself piled up on the side of the slope, and gestured.
While he was carrying the things, going up the mountain to find the manager and running down again, he chose to take out the primary herbs he had just obtained, let the kitten hold them, and half-knelt down to tentatively touch the snake's body.
The backpack only has restrictions on the types of items it can hold, with a maximum of five items, but there is no limit on the size of the items. Theoretically, he should be able to stuff the snake in.
"……call out."
The moment my fingers touched the hard scales and felt the cool touch, the huge shadow covering half the sky suddenly disappeared, and the scorching sunlight fell, illuminating the flattened grass.
The coiled snake body and the snake head that fell to the side disappeared, and a [Red Snake (Demon)] appeared in the backpack.
——It’s really good, they even packaged the whole thing together.
Lin Zhusheng finally had a slightly better impression of the small backpack. He patted the small pocket on his waist and praised it.
Then he lowered his head and continued to work diligently as a weed puller.
The Lingxu grass in this area is very powerful, and most of it has survived the red snake. Anyone who didn't pick up the herbs was a fool. After collecting a hundred herbs, he didn't leave immediately. He pulled all the herbs nearby and finally stopped before his hands became sore. The movement of putting the herbs into his pocket was as natural and smooth as sheathing a sword.
The backpack was too full, so he took out the high-level herbs as well. The kitten became the herb porter, holding the low-level herbs in one hand and the high-level herbs in the other, and snuggled into his clothes, hugging him tightly with both hands and feet.
As a gamer, I never keep idle cats.
The trip was fruitful. The sun was already setting and Lin Zhusheng had lost most of his strength. It was time for him to go back before he fainted in the wild.
There was no space in the backpack, so the wooden sword was taken out and successfully transformed into a trekking pole. When he was about to leave the woods, he caught sight of something and made a sudden turn to dive into the woods next to him. He came out again with a head full of leaves and put the newly obtained white fruit into his sleeves.
The kitten was still trying to protect the herbs, and asked him as he was protecting them: "What are you doing with this?"
Lin Zhusheng: “It’s useful.”
He went back to the mountain, with his body half dead from all the torture.
In the past, he would never have thought that he, who sits in front of the computer every day, would be able to go up and down the mountain within a few hours and not fall down on the spot.
The manager usually stays in a special place in a bamboo forest on the mountain, occupying an entire area by himself, separated from the disciples' usual activities.
He walked into the bamboo forest with his trekking pole, turned a few corners along the path, and finally saw a large wooden house before he got dark.
There was a window on the side of the door, and Manager Meng, who was seen this morning, was sitting behind the window, holding a pen and apparently working. He noticed the movement and raised his head slightly.
“…”
I must have seen it right. When Lin Zhusheng saw someone looking at him, his eyes widened visibly and the hand holding the pen paused.
He took a few steps forward to the window. Before he could say anything, Manager Meng put down the pen in his hand and asked hesitantly, "...You were robbed of your money and beaten up?"
——He just went to pick Lingxu grass. Apart from this possibility, he really couldn’t think of what had happened to cause this to happen. There shouldn't be any disciples with such bad personalities in their Tian Sect.
The disciple's uniform was messy and torn, leaves were mixed in his loose hair, his face was dirty, and his eyes were red as if he had been crying. It was hard to say that nothing had happened.
"Um?"
Not understanding why he was suddenly beaten, Lin Zhusheng shook his head and said that he was just going to pick Lingxu grass. He put his trekking pole aside and lowered his head to search in his pocket.
The next moment, handfuls of white and green herbs came out, filling his arms. The overflowing part fell onto the windowsill, and the smell of grass and trees mixed with earth filled the air.
There were some grasses that were crushed beyond recognition. He was the first to explain, "These were crushed by the red snake monster, but I heard... Senior Brother said that the ones with intact white edges can still be used as medicine."
After he said this, he looked up eagerly, as if seeking confirmation or expecting something.
...It was as if he had casually passed over something very important. When he asked him how he actually went to pull the weeds and how he found so many Lingxu herbs at once, Manager Meng's eyes jumped violently, "Red snake demon?"
Facing the man who still didn't look away, he added: "If it can be used as medicine, all of these count."
Lin Zhusheng was happy to get a positive answer to the question he was most concerned about. He then briefly recounted what happened in the woods and told the truth about who dealt with the snake demon. He only selectively omitted the fact that he shed two lines of tears.
Although the kind-hearted Senior Brother Wen said that the reward belonged to him, the ten gold coins given by the system were already more than enough, and it would be impolite to take more.
"It turns out that Ling Xujun was here today."
Fortunately, nothing happened. Manager Meng rubbed his chin and asked casually, "How do you recognize him?"
Wen Baizhou, whose courtesy name was Lingxu, was often called Lingxu Jun by them. He was the eldest disciple of the sect master and was born into a Jianmen family. He became famous at a young age and was best known for his profound and simple explanations. Although he was young, he already had a cold personality and had seldom come to the outer peak until now. Unexpectedly, he ran into him today.
He is not called an old player for nothing, Lin Zhusheng knows all the famous people. He quietly leaned against the windowsill to rest for a while, and said vaguely: "I think everyone knows Senior Brother Wen."
Manager Meng then stopped asking and instead asked about the location of the red snake monster. The snake demon's corpse must be disposed of in a timely manner. If it is eaten by other animals, the consequences will be somewhat troublesome.
"Oh, yes, there is also this matter," Lin Zhusheng raised his eyes and said, "It will be troublesome if you go down again, I brought it up here."
Bring it up?
There are not many small monsters, especially snake monsters. Manager Meng leaned over and looked around a few more times. He didn't see any trace of the snake, nor did he think that the person could be dragged up. Just as he was about to say something else, he saw the person leaning against the windowsill step back a few steps, turn around as if to measure the distance, and then step back a few more steps, as if he was about to retreat two miles. Finally, he stopped in the distance and lowered his head to search his pocket.
"boom--"
Then, without any preparation, a loud noise suddenly occurred, and it seemed that even the ground shook twice, and dust and fog were raised.
The bamboo forest shook, and the bamboos that were unfortunately affected bent, making a "crackling" sound.
After the dust settled, a pile of red strips formed like a small hill appeared silently. The snake head on the top was still wide open, looking extremely hideous, with a neat cut on the back, obviously killed by a single sword.
This is definitely the red snake demon.
Manager Meng: “…”
Manager Meng: “?”
Manager Meng looked at the red mountain of meat, then looked at the small storage bag hanging on the person, which was so small that it could not be seen clearly because of the distance, and his brows twitched.
After placing the red snake's corpse perfectly, the man in the distance jumped back on his two legs, his clothes torn and his hair messy, he looked like a happy beggar as he ran over.
The distance between them shortened until the other party leaned against the windowsill again. Manager Meng thanked him for his hard work and then asked, "Perhaps you are actually the young master of a wealthy family?"
"It was in the past." The happy beggar looked back at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction, "I'll take care of the rest."
Manager Meng was about to speak when he saw the man lowering his head and searching. This time he was flipping up his sleeves. The image of a snake demon that appeared out of nowhere and could crush a person was still in his mind. He wanted to take a half step back, but the person in front of him had already taken out something.
It was not something strange, but two small white fruits, wrapped in two green leaves for protection. They looked like the best-protected things on this person's body.
Lin Zhusheng raised his head, stretched out his hand to pass the fruit over, and said with a curved eye: "I saw it on the way back, and thought the steward would like it."
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