Jiang Lang couldn't help but glance towards the ground, and was horrified to find that the little ants that had been eating the mushrooms were all motionless.

He shuddered all over, reacted, and interrupted: "Is this mushroom poisonous?"

The little girl's face was full of innocence and she replied in a crisp voice: "Yes."

Hearing this, Jiang Lang shook off the mushroom as if he was electrocuted.

"Don't worry, it's okay. Red mushrooms will only cause poisoning if you eat them."

The little girl added very thoughtfully.

Several black lines appeared on Jiang Lang's forehead.

"Brother Jiang Lang, you haven't heard me finish singing yet, hey, where did I sing?

Uh, bury the mountain... bury the mountain, cry and shout, the whole village comes to have a meal, there are umbrellas for the meal, and the whole village lies down together.

Lying on the board, buried in the mountains, we will grow umbrellas together in the coming year, growing on the ground and waiting for you."

The little girl continued to sing happily.

Jiang Lang twitched the corners of his mouth and was speechless.

He suddenly realized that the little girl in front of him was not cute at all.

Fortunately, at this moment, a voice came and stopped the little girl's underworld singing in time.

"Yanyan, are you still playing?

Can you write all the words I taught you to read in the past two days?"

The little girl who was originally in high spirits jumped up as if struck by lightning when she heard this sound. She turned to look at the person coming, with her hands tightly clasped behind her back, "Grandpa, I..."

Just as she was about to argue, when she saw the latter glaring over, the little girl quickly crossed the threshold and ran into the house quickly.

When he saw Jiang Lang, surprise flashed in the pharmacist's eyes, "You are..."

Jiang Lang got straight to the point: "I don't understand something, and I would like to ask the pharmacist to clarify it."

"Come in and sit down."

The pharmacist is not surprised. As an elder in the village, it is common for villagers to come to him for advice if they don’t understand something.

The pharmacist took Jiang Lang to the back room.

The room is quite spacious, and what comes into view are several rows of quaint bookshelves, filled with various ancient books, all made of animal skins or wood chips, placed neatly and spotlessly.

In the corner next to it, there are some strange-shaped earthen jars, soaked in various medicinal herbs, and an indescribable medicinal smell escapes.

There is a desk placed in a bright place next to the window. The little girl is holding black charcoal on the wooden board, writing with difficulty one stroke at a time. Her clumsy little appearance is like a crab with its teeth and claws.

Noticing Jiang Lang's gaze, the little girl even made a face at him.

Withdrawing his gaze, Jiang Lang turned around, sat down, and said, "Does the pharmacist know the runes?"

"Rune? That has something to do with the practitioner.

Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

The pharmacist glanced at Jiang Lang and felt strange.

Hearing this, Jiang Lang's heart moved. Sure enough, the pharmacist knew this.

"I heard the village chief mention it casually last time, which aroused my curiosity, but as you know, the village chief never speaks clearly, and he never makes it clear. I have a bad characteristic, I like to break casseroles

Ask to the end.

I think you are the pharmacist in the village who is knowledgeable and should understand these things, so I came here to ask for advice."

Jiang Lang used the excuse he had prepared long ago. The fact that he obtained the mysterious inheritance is his own secret, and he does not want outsiders to know it yet.

"Oh, your kid has this thirst for knowledge, which is good for you.

It’s not like those big bosses in the village who only know how to train and hunt all day long, but they don’t know anything about it.”

The pharmacist's face showed a look of surprise, and he couldn't help but praise.

He immediately said: "But I cannot be said to be knowledgeable. I can only say that I know a few things about the practices recorded in ancient books."

Jiang Lang's eyes lit up. He had found the right person. He couldn't help but asked impatiently: "Medicine Master, you just said that runes are related to practitioners. So what is a practitioner?"

The pharmacist did not rush to answer, but asked: "What do you think of a practitioner?"

"I heard that the practitioners are all extremely powerful. They are all masters. They have the unpredictable power to call the wind and rain, and wield swords to open mountains."

Regarding practitioners, Jiang Lang also heard Daniel talk about them vividly, but he didn't know much about them.

The pharmacist shook his head and said meaningfully: "The expert is just standing on the mountain, not how tall he is."

Then, the pharmacist continued: "The so-called practitioners are, in the final analysis, just a group of people who master extraordinary powers through cultivating their souls or their bodies.

Sometimes they are not as evil as the legends say, but where we live, the things we have access to are too narrow.

Only when you go out one day and escape from this small area in front of you will you know how magnificent the sky outside is."

Jiang Lang was shocked in his heart, tsk tsk, it’s different for those who have gone out and seen the world.

The pharmacist sighed for a while, as if he realized that he was going too far, and couldn't help but said: "Back to the topic, there are only two specific paths of practice for practitioners in the world."

Jiang Lang became more energetic, "Which two?"

The pharmacist said calmly: "The first path is to absorb the vitality and transform the physical body, and the second path is to strengthen the soul power and transform the soul.

However, the second path of spiritual practice is much more difficult than the first path of spiritual practice."

"Why?"

"The soul is something that most people can't touch or see, so how can they practice cultivation?"

Jiang Lang's heart moved, thinking of his own uniqueness.

Because his soul is sharp and much stronger than ordinary people, otherwise he would not have seen the heroic spirit of the god.

The pharmacist continued: "Because of this, the first path to transform the physical body has become the mainstream of spiritual practice in the world.

Practitioners who embark on another path of soul transformation are called rune masters, and the attack methods they practice are called runes, and runes are the basis for practicing runes."

Rune Master!

Hearing this, Jiang Lang's eyes shone brightly!

Thinking about the runes passed down, wouldn't he be embarking on the second path of soul transformation?

In this way, he can be regarded as a practitioner.

No, for now, I should be considered a half-practitioner who has not yet fully started.

The next moment, the pharmacist continued: "Everything between heaven and earth has energy of various attributes, a stone, a tree, a grass, and even mountains and rivers. The rune master uses the powerful soul to carve out the corresponding runes to communicate between heaven and earth.

Thereby leading and activating these mysterious powers.

Now, you should know about runes, right?"

Jiang Lang finally understood.

It’s unmistakable, what he obtained was the inheritance of a rune master!

"Thank you, pharmacist, for clarifying my doubts. I'm going back."

Jiang Lang couldn't be more excited.

Obtaining the inheritance of the heroic spirit of a divine general and unexpectedly embarking on the path of spiritual practice, is this considered a stroke of luck?

Of course, these are not the main ones. Daniel has said that a practitioner can eradicate the dead energy in the body, which means that he can solve the hidden dangers in the body by himself in the future!

A glimmer of light emerged from the dark dawn, and at least there was hope for his crisis to be resolved!

Looking at Jiang Lang's excited departure, the pharmacist stroked his beard and his eyes shone with a faint light.

At this moment, the little girl trotted up to the pharmacist with a wooden board and said happily: "Grandpa, is this a rune?"

"This is called a ghost painting talisman."

After a quick glance, the pharmacist suddenly darkened his face, "Yanyan, where are the words I asked you to write?"

"I forgot!

Grandpa, who told you to speak so loudly?"

The little girl said confidently.

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that her grandfather was about to get angry, and immediately said: "Oh, I remembered, I want to dig out bird eggs with Xiao Miao."

After saying that, the little girl dropped the board with a snap, ran out of the door, and disappeared in a flash. That speed was so fast!

"Alas, a good piece of wood was wasted and can only be burned as firewood."

Looking at the naughty girl, the pharmacist had no choice but to pick up the wooden board on the ground, throw it into the corner with a bang.

No one noticed that at this moment, on the wooden board in the inconspicuous corner, wisps of green sprouts were growing rapidly without any warning, swaying gently, exuding vitality.
Chapter completed!