Three swords flew into the air towards the Shihu Village.
As a medical practitioner, Hua Qingdai is not good at using sword, so she simply shares the sword with Ming Rusu.
Zhu Changyang still fought with Jun Shu with one sword, while Shen Zha fought with one sword alone.
This scene is very common in the world of cultivation, but at this moment it reveals an indescribable weirdness.
Hua Qingdai stood behind Ming Rusu, watching the three swords break through the sky and fly forward. The mountain wind whistled in her ears, and she couldn't help but utter a self-doubting voice: "Sister Ming, do you think we don't seem to fit in?"
Ming Rusu looked at the other two swords and couldn't help falling into a trance.
This place is remote, and there are only three swords in the sky. As a result, two of the three swords are equipped with that kind of car head.
Zhu Changyang and Shen Zha each held a car head and stood there leisurely, turning it from time to time to adjust the flying direction, looking so cool.
Ming Rusu, the only one who was seriously making sword moves, became the odd one out, looking out of place between the two aerial scooters.
The live broadcast room was also speechless:
[I have six points to say...]
[Big sister! Miss Hua! You guys should be strong and keep your own worldview! ]
[It's so funny, even the natives can't stand these weird things. ]
[Is there something wrong with me? Why do I suddenly feel that it would be nice to pair Yu Jian with a car head? ? ]
[… Facts have proven that after seeing too many weird things, people will also become weird. If you think that the sword is a good match for the car head, I suggest you go to the cultivation channel of other companies to watch more and correct your thinking! ]
[Don't mention it, just looking at the postures of Chang Yang and Shen Shao, do you feel like you are driving a Ferrari? ]
[??? Ferrari’s reputation is damaged!]
The happiest person at this moment is Shen Zha.
He controlled the chariot left and right, up and down, and felt that his sword-controlling career had reached its peak. He couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration: "Brother, your weapon-refining skills are indeed extraordinary. After using your chariot, I feel that my sword has become much more useful."
Zhu Changyang's mouth twitched slightly: "I feel that your feeling should be just an illusion."
Although he plated the front of Shen Zha's bicycle with a layer of gold, it was essentially just an ordinary bicycle head produced in a workshop without any additional functions.
"Really?" Shen Zha scratched his head and muttered happily, "Could it be that my cultivation has improved?"
Jun Shu glanced at his sword and sneered, "Indeed."
Shen Zha's golden-handled sword was indeed a rare treasure, with a hint of spirituality, but it had not yet become truly powerful. However, because of this, it became an obstacle for Shen Zha to cultivate his sword.
To be honest, Shen Zha's physique was not that bad, otherwise no matter how rich his family was, the Zhan Cang Sect would not have accepted him.
But he had always had difficulty making progress in the way of the sword. The most important reason was not his talent or lack of practice, but the fact that the sword did not cooperate with him.
The Shen family was rich, and they wanted to give Shen Zha the best of everything. Not only did they send him to the Zhan Cang Sect, they also spent a lot of money to get this golden-handled sword.
Little do people know that a good sword is not necessarily a suitable sword.
For example, this golden-handled sword was proud of its extraordinaryness and was unwilling to be used by ordinary people. Shen Zha was not a rare genius, so he was naturally looked down upon by the sword. Therefore, he had never been able to use the sword smoothly, and it was very difficult for him to practice.
It is estimated that not many people in the Zhan Cang Sect can see the nature of this sword. Shen Zha is not a talented disciple who is respected, and it is rare for him to receive guidance from the great masters in the sect. Unexpectedly, no one has discovered this problem before, and everyone thinks that Shen Zha himself is too bad.
Until Shen Zha met Zhu Changyang, this sword was first used as a skateboard to slide down the stairs, and now it has been mounted on the front of a car, turning it into an aerial scooter. It no longer looks like a rare sword.
The arrogance of the golden-handled sword was greatly hit, so how could it dare to look down on Shen Zha? Therefore, Shen Zha felt that he was much more comfortable using the sword in the past two days.
It was an unexpected gain.
Jun Shu lowered his eyes and looked at his feet again. With the contrast of the golden-handled sword, his Rusty Sword mentality was obviously much better. This time he no longer flew away from other swords.
After looking at it for a while, he suddenly felt unhappy, poked Zhu Changyang's shoulder, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is his car front better than ours?"
Zhu Changyang: “…”
No way, sir, are you trying to compare yourself with me
Besides, it's reasonable for Shen Zha to put the golden hood of the car on his golden-handled sword, but do you really think it's appropriate to put such a thing on the rusty sword
Fortunately, Xiaoci is easy to coax.
"It's okay, we have this." Zhu Changyang calmly took out a golden object from the bag.
Jun Shu raised his eyes and was immediately startled.
What Zhu Changyang took out was the sword tassel made of the bones and feathers of the weaving gold bird that he had previously discarded. However, the feathers were transformed into the shape of a wind wheel and fixed on the bones.
Jun Shu blinked: "Is this... a lucky wheel?"
"Oh, yes." Zhu Changyang nodded, "You call this the auspicious wheel."
The so-called auspicious wheel is actually a windmill.
The sword tassel that Jun Shu made was originally made very roughly, and the bones and feathers of the weaving bird basically retained their original appearance.
After Zhu Changyang established his foundation, he tried to use spiritual fire to process it. He polished the bone smooth and made it into the handle of a small windmill, and fixed the feathers on the handle to become the windmill's blades.
The auspicious wheel was originally used to subdue demons and monsters, and it was composed of the Eight Trigrams Wind Wheel and the Qiankun Pole. Since the common people could not use these two objects, they renamed them as the Wind Wheel and the Tiandi Pole, and the auspicious wheel was also called the Eight Trigrams Wind Wheel.
As for later generations, the auspicious wheel was more often used as a symbol of attracting good luck and fortune and was widely circulated in the mortal world.
Zhu Changyang stuck the golden feather windmill on the front of the car, turned around and raised an eyebrow at Jun Shu, "Look, isn't it very cool?"
The long sword broke through the air, and the windmill began to turn in the mountain wind, which was quite interesting.
Jun Shu stared at the small windmill for a while, and finally he was satisfied and nodded: "Not bad."
He held out his hand again, "Give it to me, let me hold it."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Shen Zha, Ming Rusu, Hua Qingdai: "..."
Studio:
[It's over. Has Chang Yang decided not to take down this car head anymore? Why is it still decorated? ]
[I'll translate for Jun Shu: Give it to me, I want to play. ]
[It's so funny, this windmill is too childish for kids, but it's just right for them, right? ]
[Here we go again, this weird feeling that makes me wonder how to complain…]
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Shihu Village is not big, with only a few hundred people, and there are three other small villages around it.
When the Junguan epidemic first appeared, no one knew about it and no one took precautions, so every village was infected. To date, nearly one-third of the people have been infected with the epidemic.
On that day, Hua Guangbai's disciple Wen Yuzhu came here to practice medicine. After discovering the epidemic, he stayed and temporarily cut off the main roads out. Fortunately, the epidemic did not spread to more places.
Currently, the patients are concentrated in the valley behind the village. In recent days, Hua Guangbai has sent several of his disciples here, which has greatly alleviated the pressure on manpower.
The five people went directly to the resettlement site. After passing Shihu Village, they saw a flat valley in the distance, facing a two-meter-wide clear stream.
"We're here." Hua Qingdai said, and was about to press the sword down.
"Wait." Zhu Changyang shouted, then took out a stack of cloth from his pocket and distributed it to everyone, "Here, one for each person."
The cloth was cut into a square shape, and the texture was a little rough, it seemed to be cotton yarn, but denser than cotton yarn. Several pieces of cotton yarn were sewn together, and there was a thin layer of cotton stuffed in the middle, which was a little soft to the touch.
A piece of rope is sewn on each side of the cloth.
Several people were confused for a moment.
Shen Zha asked: "What is this?"
Zhu Changyang unfolded the piece of cloth, put it over his mouth and nose, then pulled the ropes on both sides and put it around his ears, thus fixing the piece of cloth on his face.
"This is a mask," he said in a muffled voice. "As the saying goes, disease enters through the mouth. Wearing this can prevent disease from invading to a certain extent."
In modern society, wearing a mask is the most basic means of epidemic prevention and is common knowledge known to everyone.
Although we can now refine the antidote, we cannot be careless.
Fortunately, masks are easy to make and the materials are easy to obtain, so Zhu Changyang took only a short while to make a few.
Although it is not as good as modern professional medical masks, it still has some protective effect.
Others have only seen veils and masks before, and "masks" are still
Seeing it for the first time was a bit strange. However, in the cultivation world, people usually use Qi to enter the body, and they know that Qi and the human body are mutually beneficial.
After listening to Zhu Changyang's explanation, they all felt that it made some sense, so they followed his example and put the masks on their faces.
When I put it on, I found that one side of the mask was hard and there was a very thin metal wire sewn inside.
"Use it like this." Zhu Changyang pinched it with two fingers, and the metal wire bent and fit tightly on the bridge of the nose.
Several people suddenly realized.
Shen Zha gave a thumbs up: "What a convenient design."
Studio:
[As expected of our modern anchor, he has a strong awareness of epidemic prevention [thumbs up]]
[Spread the concept of scientific epidemic prevention to thousands of households in the cultivation world~]
Wearing masks, several people put their swords on the ground.
The valley was full of patients. There were some simple sheds and beds made of hay, as well as sheets, quilts and some basic living utensils sent by villagers. The air was filled with unpleasant odors and the smell of medicine.
The people in Changchun Tower had received the message and knew that Hua Qingdai was coming, so when they saw the flying sword from afar, they went forward to greet her.
Then I was shocked by the scene in front of me.
I saw three swords slowly descending from the sky, and the five people on the swords had their faces covered with strange pieces of cloth, like bandits.
That’s fine, but what are those iron frames stuck on two of the swords? ?
The five people looked at each other for a long time, and their self-awareness had become numb. They didn't notice how strange their painting style was in the eyes of others, and they greeted the people who came to greet them very naturally.
The people in Changchun Tower finally came to their senses and greeted him one after another.
Hua Qingdai looked around and asked, "Where is the eldest brother?"
One of them pointed to a thatched hut in the east and said, "Over there..."
Before he could finish, a groan suddenly came from the straw hut, followed by a man coughing violently.
"Not good." Hua Qingdai recognized the voice as that of her senior brother Wen Yuzhu and hurried over.
The others followed quickly.
It turned out that Wen Yuzhu was giving life-saving energy to a middle-aged man.
This man was one of the first few people to be infected with the Junguan epidemic. After Wen Yuzhu diagnosed him with the epidemic that day, he used the prescription left by Zhenren Peilan to temporarily delay the disease.
To date, several people who were infected with him have died one after another, but he has been able to survive because of his strong body.
Originally, if he had stayed for another two days, after Fu Xuerong had been refined, he would have been able to be rescued along with the others. Unexpectedly, this morning, the black spots on his body crawled to the back of his neck, and his breath also weakened rapidly, and it seemed that his life was at stake.
Seeing that he only had a little time left, Wen Yuzhu could not bear it any longer, so she used her own skills to force him to breathe, trying to keep him going for two more days.
However, the Junguan epidemic was so dangerous that Wen Yuzhu had been working hard for days and was exhausted. Not only did she fail to protect the man, she was also sucked into the evil spirit and vomited blood.
"Brother, how are you?" Hua Qingdai hurriedly supported him.
"No, it doesn't matter." Wen Yuzhu waved his hands and looked ahead with a dejected look.
On the haystack in front of him, the originally strong man had become skinny, his face was dark blue, his eyes were closed, and his breath was extremely weak.
Looking more closely, I could see blood oozing out from the eyes, mouth and nose.
At this time, a "wow" sound came from the side, and a village woman with a pale face stumbled in and fell on the man and sobbed: "Boss, you have to hold on - what will we do if you leave -"
Next to her was a little girl who looked about six or seven years old. The child was timid, rubbing her eyes and sobbing: "Daddy, don't die! Daddy, Daddy—"
Both of these people had black spots on their hands, and the whole family was infected with the disease.
The village woman cried for a while, then turned to look at Wen Yuzhu eagerly: "Master, can you use your magic power again? Didn't you say that if we delay for another two days, we will have medicine?"
Wen Yuzhu looked at the mother and daughter with a guilty look on her face, and said, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I've tried my best..."
As he spoke, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The village woman saw this and knew what was going on. She sighed and said, "It's fate, it's fate. This is my fate..."
Halfway through his speech, he started to cry again. The child next to him was still calling "Daddy, Daddy", but his voice was becoming more and more panicked, which made everyone around him feel distressed.
Zhu Changyang's nose felt sore and he asked, "Is there really no way to delay it any longer?"
It's such a pity that it was just a short period of time.
Hua Qingdai shook her head: "It's too late, unless my father is here..."
This man's illness lasted too long, it's a miracle that he can survive until today.
Wen Yuzhu is the one with the highest cultivation among them, and even he cannot protect them, let alone the others. If one of them is not careful, they may be attacked by the epidemic, making the situation even more dangerous.
The only one who can delay it now is probably Hua Guangbai, but Hua Guangbai is doing more important things and cannot come in person.
Zhu Changyang was silent for a long while, and finally let out a soft sigh.
Jun Shu had been silent until he heard him sigh and suddenly asked, "Do you want to save him?"
This question was a bit confusing, Zhu Changyang didn't understand it for a moment, and just nodded subconsciously: "Yes."
"Oh, okay then." Jun Shu nodded, then took a step forward and squatted beside the man. Then he concentrated his mind for a moment, put his index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and touched the man's forehead.
He attacked so suddenly that the others didn't react in time.
Wen Yuzhu was even more anxious: "Hey, what are you doing!"
The cultivation methods of the cultivators of different sects are different. Since they are not medical practitioners, they have no idea how to use their cultivation to treat illnesses. At most, they can use it to protect the heart meridian in an emergency.
But plague is not an ordinary disease. If you don’t understand medical knowledge and breathe freely, you may aggravate the harm and even endanger yourself.
Hua Qingdai came to her senses and tried to dissuade him, "Master Jun, be careful of the plague... Eh?"
As Jun Shu's energy was transferred in, within a moment, the man, who was already gasping for breath, began to rise and fall in his chest, and the breath in his nasal cavity gradually deepened.
Wen Yuzhu and Hua Qingdai were both startled and quickly kept silent.
When the others saw this, they realized that Jun Shu's treatment had worked. They were so surprised that they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing Jun Shu.
The village woman subconsciously hugged her daughter tightly. The child was very well behaved. She quickly shut her mouth without any coaxing from the adults and just stared at him with a pair of tearful eyes.
Compared to the nervousness of the people around him, Jun Shu looked much more calm, and even his expression did not change.
As time passed, Wen Yuzhu, Hua Qingdai and other Changchun Tower disciples became more and more surprised.
Not only did the man's breathing return to normal, but the dark aura on his face also faded a lot, which is usually a sign of a reduction in the epidemic toxins in the body.
This went on for about a cup of tea. Finally, Jun Shu let out a breath, withdrew his fingers from the man's forehead, and said, "Okay, it should be able to last another two days."
The tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and the village woman was overjoyed. She cried and laughed as she bowed to Jun Shu again and again: "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master—"
The child rubbed his eyes, wiped away the tears that had been swirling for a long time, and shouted in a baby voice: "Thank you, fairy brother—"
Jun Shu did not comment, but stood up and walked away, standing next to Zhu Changyang again.
Zhu Changyang's eyes curved, he gave him a thumbs up, and said sincerely: "Brother Jun Shu, you are so nice."
Jun glanced at him and spread his hands: "Then give me the auspicious wheel."
Just now when flying the sword, Zhu Changyang insisted that Jun Shu didn't want the sword tassel and refused to give him the windmill.
Very fussy!
Zhu Changyang: “…”
The scammers are really good at taking advantage of the situation.
On the other side, Wen Yuzhu took the man's pulse again and confirmed that his breath and heart pulse were temporarily preserved, and the epidemic poison in his body was also under control.
He heaved a sigh of relief, stood up, bowed to Jun Shu, and asked curiously, "Have you also studied medicine? Who is your master? I have never seen such a technique before, and I really admire it."
Wen Yuzhu's cultivation level is not low, and the medical skills of Changchun Tower are also unique among medical practitioners. However, when he took Jun Shu's pulse just now, he was unable to tell how he did it.
"There is no trick." Jun Shu said calmly, "It's just to suppress the virus by force."
"Ah?" Wen Yuzhu was stunned, and suddenly even more surprised.
The Jun Guan epidemic was so fierce that even Hua Guangbai had difficulty dealing with it. Jun Shu's cultivation didn't seem to be very high, but he was able to forcefully suppress the epidemic that had reached its final stage. How could he not be surprised
Zhu Changyang didn't understand the world of cultivation, but he could understand expressions. When he saw Wen Yuzhu's appearance, he guessed that Jun Shu's action must be very unusual.
Although he was not sure what the situation was, he knew very well what he should do at this moment.
He immediately pinched Jun Shu's arm and praised him, "Great, Xiaojun."
Jun Shu's mouth corners curled up slightly, and he snorted softly, and explained, "It just so happens that our skills counteract each other."
Wen Yuzhu suddenly realized: "So that's it."
It would be easier to understand if the martial arts that Jun Shu practiced happened to counteract the epidemic poison.
However, this Junguan plague originated from the corpse of the Demon Lord. I don’t know which sect’s martial arts Jun Shu practiced, but how could he be able to control such a dangerous demon plague
Wen Yuzhu was confused, but seeing that Jun Shu's attitude remained indifferent, he didn't dare to ask too much.
The topic was brought to an end.
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That night, the breeze was blowing gently.
Zhu Changyang lay down on the grass by the stream, crossed his hands behind his head, and took a long, comfortable breath.
After Bai Tianjun stabilized the man's condition, everyone got busy.
Hua Qingdai, needless to say, was busy going back and forth giving acupuncture and treating patients.
Zhu Changyang and his friends were not medical practitioners, and the people in Changchun Tower were afraid that they would be infected with the disease. Even though there was an antidote, it would be harmful to the body, so they did not let them take care of the patients, but only asked them to help light the fire, fetch water, and boil and carry medicine.
Even so, I still feel quite tired after a day.
At this moment, lying down, listening to the chirping of insects in the mountains and the gurgling of the stream beside me, I felt relaxed all over, as if the heaviness in my body was also relieved a lot.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard footsteps beside him, followed by the rustling of grass, and a person sat down beside him.
Zhu Changyang knew who was coming without turning around. He couldn't help but chuckle and said with emotion: "Look at the sky, there are so many stars. I have never seen so many stars before."
In terms of daily life such as food, clothing, housing and transportation, the world of cultivation is far inferior to modern society, but there are also things here that the previous society could not achieve.
For example, the mysterious magic, the unpolluted mountains and rivers, and the starry sky.
Jun Shu looked up, and saw the sky was like the sea, and the stars were shining brightly. He couldn't help but smile: "Indeed."
He paused, then said thoughtfully, "The world is ever-changing, but the way of heaven is eternal... No wonder mortals always want to ascend to heaven and become immortals."
The voice was faint, but there was an indescribable sigh in the words.
Zhu Changyang was seldom surprised to hear Jun Shu say such profound words. He subconsciously turned his head to look upwards, just as Jun Shu was looking down.
When their eyes met, Zhu Changyang suddenly felt dazed.
Although I have known Jun Shu for quite some time, I am still amazed by his appearance every time.
This was the first time Zhu Changyang looked at Jun Shu from this angle.
But the night was deep, the stars were twinkling, and the cold and waning moon was as melted as water, reflected on Jun Shu's body.
Jun Shu was in a casual posture, and his white clothes looked like a handful of cold snow under the cold light, making his brows and eyes seem a little colder.
As he lowered his head, his waterfall of black hair slid down his shoulders, and the ends of his hair gently brushed Zhu Changyang's nose and forehead.
Zhu Changyang only felt a slight itch on his face and blinked unconsciously. He felt inexplicably embarrassed and was about to turn his head away, but suddenly he let out a "huh" and subconsciously moved his head forward.
He was originally lying down, and when he wanted to move forward, his body naturally sat up. As a result, he moved too violently and lost control of his strength, almost hitting Jun Shu's face. Fortunately, he stopped just in time.
Jun Shu was just lowering his head when he saw Zhu Changyang suddenly approaching him. Although he stopped at the end, their faces were almost touching. He could even feel Zhu Changyang's breath mingling with his own.
Jun Shu's whole body froze suddenly, and he even forgot what to do for a moment. He just stood there, staring at Zhu Changyang.
Zhu Changyang looked at it for a while, and suddenly realized that this posture was weird, so he quickly stepped back.
Jun Shu came back to his senses, his face looked a little strange, he hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "What are you doing?"
"Uh." Zhu Changyang glanced at him again, also a little confused.
He didn't know why, but he seemed to see Jun Shu's eyeballs turned red, but when he looked closer, they were still clearly pitch black.
Maybe I'm too tired and my eyes are blurry.
Zhu Changyang rubbed his temple and smiled, "Nothing."
Jun Shu snorted, "So cunning."
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Studio:
[? ? ? ? ? What does Chang Yang want to do with this posture? ?]
[What else can I do? Pujiang is an old BL channel, understand? ]
[Shashasha! Finally appeared! This is what the Pujiang anchor should really do! ]
[Fuck, I’ve been watching the host making trouble for so long that I almost forgot this is Pujiang, but then the host suddenly hit me! ! ]
[Hahahaha, the real Pujiang people are ecstatic! ]
[Zhu Changyang! Why did you stop? Go a little further! ]
The author has something to say:
Passerby audience: Can you, the anchor of Pujiang, please stop being gay!!!
Pujiang audience: What is selling homosexuality? ? ? It is true love! ! ! .
The inspiration for Junguanyi comes from "Guzhu Junguan" in Gan Bao's "Soushen Ji", but it has nothing to do with Guzhu Jun. I just got a little inspiration from the coffin, and it has nothing to do with the new crown_(:з」∠)_
(End of this chapter)