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However, she could not drink the rest of the wine no matter what. She was born into an aristocratic family and had always drunk the best wine. She had never drunk wine like this before.

Jiang Ming took the opportunity when Ah Xing was not paying attention to pour all the wine in her glass into his. He smiled and took a sip.

“The best wine tells a story. Your great-grandfather must have had a very interesting story to tell back then.”

!!

Fang Zishuang’s face was filled with confusion. Was that so?

* * *

Another few months passed, and fire cloud grass appeared more and more frequently.

The old people in the county finally remembered the legends they had heard in their childhood.

There was a King of Medicine in the mountain!

The county gradually became restless. Some herb gatherers felt that a great disaster was coming. Therefore, they quietly slipped away in advance. Some people wanted to take this opportunity to fight for a chance to rise in status.

“It’s time to enter the mountain!”

Jiang Ming finished the last sip of wine, looked around to make sure that no one was around, and said goodbye to Ah Xing, who was cleaning up the dishes.

“I see that this stall of yours only has two types of wine. I won’t pay for today’s wine, but I’ll give you a few recipes!”

He took out a few folded papers from his pockets, placed them under the wine glass, and left.

In the past, Old Jiang passed on all his wine-making techniques to Ah Fei, and Jiang Ming also learned a few techniques.

“Hey, don’t feel bad. If you don’t have the money now, just bring it next time!” Ah Xing shouted. However, when he stood up, he could not find Wang Wu.

He walked to the table and looked at the papers. He opened them up curiously.

He was stunned. “I heard my father mention these wines before, and he would sigh every time he mentioned them. Because my grandfather died in an accident back then, these recipes and techniques had long been lost. Who is this person?”

Ah Xing raised his head in a daze and looked at the busy street.

* * *

Jiang Ming walked into the Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest and took in the familiar atmosphere of the forest. He felt more relaxed than ever.

It had just rained, and there were many mushrooms growing in the forest. Jiang Ming picked a bunch of mushrooms in the forest, put them in his pockets, and ran all the way to the cave in his memory.

“It didn’t collapse!”

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and went in.

Jiang Ming found a water source with ease, filled a can with water, and began to cook the mushroom soup that he had not had for decades in the cave.

“How nostalgic.” Jiang Ming let out a long sigh of relief.

* * *

Another twelve days passed.

“The King of Medicine has appeared again?”

“It’s just ten miles south. Many martial artists have already rushed there. I’m afraid it won’t be able to escape this time.”

In the forest, a few martial artists were gathered together, their faces full of excitement.

After a short while, they all left, flying toward the south.

From atop a tall tree, Jiang Ming stood quietly and shook his head helplessly.

A few days ago, the King of Medicine had already appeared, but it was extremely slippery. The forest was vast and even Grandmasters found it hard to catch it. Often, when they arrived at its location, it had already disappeared.

Jiang Ming also went to several places, but he did not even see the King of Medicine. Instead, he saw many martial artists from all over the world.

Since he did not see the King of Medicine, Jiang Ming did not want to have a conflict with them. Thus, he ran away.

“However, as the number of martial artists increases, the area that the King of Medicine can hide in becomes smaller. I’m afraid it’ll be difficult for it to escape this time.”

Jiang Ming jumped down and rushed to the south of the mountain.

“I wonder if anyone still remembers Anonymous.”

The immortal cultivators of the Fire Lotus Valley also seem to have appeared.