Two days later, they finally climbed up the Wanyao Mountain from the foot of the mountain. She followed her mother, watching her expertly explore the forest, checking for any ferocious beasts, and when picking herbs, she would first pay attention to whether there were any guardian spirit beasts.
During the two days, they did not encounter any major incidents or dangers. They walked towards the edge, close to the steep wall, as if the first medicine grew between the steep walls.
So, she looked at her mother who was squatting down to pick a spiritual herb and asked, "Master Shangguan, Master Duan and the others said you wanted to pick three spiritual herbs. What are they?"
She was very curious, which three magical herbs must be collected? And from what they said, it seemed that if she collected all three herbs and gave them to Sanyangzi, her mother would still die? Why was this so
"That's a top-grade elixir, you don't know it." Shangguan Wanrong said, looking back at her: "Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"
Hearing this, she hurriedly said, "I'm just hungry."
Hearing this, she took out the Pigu Pill and handed it to Fengjiu: "Have you finished yours? Take this!"
Unexpectedly, Fengjiu shook her head and waved her hands: "I don't like taking medicine to fill my stomach, I like eating meat." When she said this, she grinned and couldn't help laughing.
Shangguan Wanrong was startled, then smiled faintly: "If you want to eat meat, you have to look for it on this mountain to see if there is any meat to eat."
"Should we take a break then?" she asked, looking at her expectantly.
"Let's take a break! Anyway, there's still plenty of time, so there's no need to rush." As she spoke, she glanced around and pointed to a place not far away and said, "Over there! There's a big flat rock over there, and there's not much grass around, so we can take a break there.
“Okay.” Feng Jiu responded, and then said: “Uncle Shangguan, then you go sit for a while, I’ll be back soon.” As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away.
"Hey, you..." Before Shangguan Wanrong could finish her words, she saw Fengjiu running away quickly. She could only sit on the big rock and wait for him to come back.
After about an incense stick of time, Shangguan Wanrong, who was drinking water, saw the young man in blue coming back with two pheasants in one hand and a bundle of dry branches in the other. She was startled and stood up and walked forward.
“Uncle Shangguan, just sit down and let me do it.” Fengjiu grinned and signaled that she didn’t need to come over.
Shangguan Wanrong came to Fengjiu, took the bundle of branches from her, and said in surprise: "I didn't see any wild pheasants along the way. How did you catch it?" This kind of pheasant runs the fastest, and it is impossible to catch it without a certain speed, especially in a forest like this.
"What's wrong with catching two pheasants? I often go out alone. I'm used to doing these things and have experience." She said with a smile, asked her to sit aside, and started to handle it herself.
Soon, she lit the branches on fire, and then roasted two cleaned wild pheasants in the fire, saying with a smile: "Uncle Master, just wait and taste my cooking skills! Those secluded valley balls and the like are not as delicious as this meat."
Hearing this, Shangguan Wanrong chuckled and took a branch with a pheasant on it from Fengjiu: "I'll help." She watched the pheasant being roasted in the flames and the boy's skilled technique, and couldn't help asking: "You are not that old, why do you do these things so often?"