The long-standing ginseng grows in the bitter cold places in the Changbai Mountains, where no human traces exist.
When we arrived in the Changbai Mountains, it was not convenient to ride a horse, let alone a carriage.
Lu Qingyun's carriage stopped at the place closest to the mountain, and the horses were fostered in a local village, leaving only a few Lingjiu Palace disciples to take care of them.
Feng Asan is indeed an excellent craftsman.
In just one cup of tea, a sliding rod that can be lifted by two people is ready.
After laying out the purchased leather mattress and waiting for Ah Zhu to sit on it, they covered it with several thick layers of fur. A group of more than 30 people carried daily utensils on their backs and carried Ah Zhu towards the depths of the mountain.
There are no roads in the mountains and there is thick snow. Fortunately, they all have deep internal strength, so the journey is not difficult.
The biting cold wind passed through the forest with the sound of ghosts crying, and rolled up a few withered leaves on the branches.
Kang Guangling and other eight Hangu friends all wore wolf-skin hats and thick wolf-skin vests, dressing up like bandits in the forest.
The women in the Vulture Palace are ingenious, and their mink coats are both warm and exquisitely sewn.
Grandmaster Lu Qingyun's cultivation level is invulnerable to cold and heat, and his green robe looks outstanding in this mountain.
Changbai Mountain is so big that everyone walked for half a month before they got out of the edge.
Seeing that it was getting late, we set up camp and waited to continue our journey early tomorrow morning.
"Kang Guangling, please ask, are there any tribal activities in this mountain?"
The Jurchens are like mountain rats in this big mountain, not a single soul is seen.
Lu Qingyun was already a little anxious.
If he could not find any Jurchens, he would risk going to the Liao Palace to try his luck.
I believe that the Khitan emperor will definitely have thousand-year ginseng in his hands.
"Uncle Master, I heard from the locals that I think I might encounter him if I have to walk for a day or two."
They are all people with strong martial arts skills, and their journey is naturally much faster than those who go into the mountains to collect herbs and hunt. They may encounter the Jurchen tribe soon.
At dawn the next day.
A dull horn horn sounded, and Lu Qingyun opened his eyes.
Hearing that the sound of the trumpet was far away, it didn't seem to be directed at them, so he flew up to the top of the tree with his toes.
In the mountains in the distance, two groups of people were fighting fiercely.
Lu Qingyun was overjoyed. He finally found the tribe in the mountain. He touched a branch with his toes and flew over like a roc.
By the time he arrived at the battlefield, everyone had been slaughtered.
On the victorious side, seventy or eighty warriors wearing armor and fierce expressions, holding spears and bows and arrows, followed behind a man with a tall horse and a purple robe with full cheeks and beard.
A discerning person would know at a glance that these warriors were the guards of the purple-robed man.
The big man in purple robe had disdain in his eyes.
"Wanyan Aguda, this is a warning to you. Within one month, take your people and accept the Great Liao Recruitment, otherwise we will kill all of your Jurchen clan!"
"Humph, the Jurchens have no soft bones. They would rather die in battle than surrender!"
Wanyan Aguda tried hard to free his hands from his shoulders.
The cold look in the purple-robed man's eyes was like a death sentence for Wanyan Agu.
He raised his right hand slightly.
A big man in armor walked out from behind him, walked up to Wanyan Aguda, pulled out his scimitar, and raised it high.
He twisted his neck and looked at the raised right hand of the big man in purple robe, waiting for the big man in purple robe to wave his right hand down.
"kill!"
The big man in purple robe waved his right hand.
The scimitar struck with a dazzling light under the sunlight.
Lu Qingyun's Six Meridians Divine Sword took action and interrupted the scimitar first.
"who!"
The big man in purple robe looked westward, looking for the figure of the person who suddenly took action.
And his guards surrounded the purple-robed man with nervous expressions.
"Passerby."
Lu Qingyun slowly flew down from the treetops in the distance.
"People from the Central Plains, this is the land of Daliao. Do you know what the consequences will be if you attack a Daliao noble?"
The big man in purple robe looked down at him and recognized at a glance that Lu Qingyun was wearing the clothes of the Han people from the Central Plains.
"How about making a deal with you?"
The corners of Lu Qingyun's mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile.
"Hahaha!"
The big man in purple robe seemed to have heard a big joke, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Why, don't you dare, are you afraid?"
Lu Qingyun interrupted the laughter.
"I, a Khitan man, have never been afraid! Tell me what kind of business you want to do!"
The big man in purple robe had a murderous aura on his body.
"Let me ask this man a question, and I will spare the lives of you and your guards!"
Lu Qingyun was still smiling, pointing at Wanyan Aguda who was being pushed to the ground.
"Be bold!"
The big man with the broken scimitar punched Lu Qingyun,
Lu Qingyun waved his robe gently, and the big man was knocked away.
"Good skill!"
The big man in purple robe praised loudly, saying that his subordinate was brave enough to be unstoppable. But it blocked the gentle swing of this young man from the Central Plains. It can be imagined that this man's kung fu is very impressive.
"What I, a Khitan man, admire the most is a hero with real abilities. I agree to your request."
Lu Qingyun crossed his fists and walked up to Wanyan Aguda, "Do you have a thousand-year-old ginseng in your clan?"
Wanyan Aguda was wondering why the Han people in front of him were looking for ginseng just like Brother Xiao.
"Good man, if it's a hundred-year-old ginseng, there are plenty of it in our clan. But thousand-year-old ginseng is so precious. We really don't have it in our clan."
Lu Qingyun sighed. After all the hard work, he came to Changbai Mountain just to find the Jurchen tribe for thousands of years of ginseng. Now that he heard Wanyan Aguda personally saying that there was no ginseng, he had no choice but to give up.
It seems there is only one way.
"Thank you."
Lu Qingyun turned towards the purple-robed man and hugged his fists again, then turned to leave.
"Heroes, please stay."
The big man in purple robe jumped off his horse and kicked away the guard in front of him, "How can a poor tribe like the Jurchens have such a treasure? A hero wants thousand-year-old ginseng to save people?"
Lu Qingyun stopped and looked at the purple-robed man closely, "If you have a thousand-year ginseng, I will give it back with all my money."
"Hahaha! It's just a ginseng plant. It doesn't matter if I give it to a hero. I'll just treat it as a friend with you. Hero, can you tell me your real name?"
Lu Qingyun had to face the Khitan nobles in front of him.
"I don't like to joke about this kind of thing. If you can't take it out, you can't afford the consequences."
After saying that, he raised his finger, and a huge tree not far away that was hugged by several people was cut off in the middle.
The big man in purple robe took a breath of cold air. With this ability alone, there was no way he and his guards could escape.
"Don't worry, good man, I, the Khitan, have made a promise of thousands of dollars and sent thousands of people to join you, and I won't break my promise!"
"Okay, I believe you! I am Lu Qingyun, the master of Lingjiu Palace at Piaomiao Peak in Tianshan Mountain."
"Yes, Yelu Hongji is truly lucky to have met such a good man like Brother Lu!
My camp is not far from here. Brother Lu can go with me. "
Yelu Hongji said to his guards: "Go to your home immediately to get the Thousand-Year Ginseng."
"yes!"
One of the guards jumped on his horse and galloped away.
