Lu Xiaochan heard from the old beggar that the higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the more handsome and refined his appearance would be.
Judging from what Shu Wuxi said before, his cultivation level is at least 800 if not 1,000. Otherwise, how could he not take Ling Nianwu, who has cultivated for 1,300 years, seriously
But along the way, I only heard people praising the cleaned Lu Xiaochan for her beauty, but no one noticed Shu Wuxi. This doesn't make sense!
"This..." The shopkeeper suddenly felt embarrassed. He thought about it for a long time, scratched his head, and replied to Lu Xiaochan, "I can't remember..."
"What? You can't remember? My brother is walking ahead, go take a look and come back and tell me!"
Lu Xiaochan pushed him gently.
The shopkeeper also felt strange that he couldn't remember the appearance of this person whom he had just met. He walked forward and pretended to ask Shu Wuxi if he needed any help, then turned back to Lu Xiaochan.
"How is it? What does my brother look like?"
The shopkeeper smacked his head and said, "Oh! I don't remember again! I only know that your brother looks gentle and refined, like a scholar... I can't remember what his eyes and nose look like!"
Lu Xiaochan understood immediately.
Shu Wuxian must have used some magic or cast some curse so that no one who saw him could remember what he looked like, or could not see his appearance at all.
Lu Xiaochan was squatting on the ground with her chin propped up, thinking. Shu Wuxi had already taken away hundreds of jars of wine in the cellar.
He turned around, and his sleeves brushed over Lu Xiaochan's head, brushing the loose hair on his forehead. The light fragrance of the night made Lu Xiaochan close his eyes, as if he was intoxicated in the moonlight.
He subconsciously reached out and grabbed Shu Wuxian's sleeve.
Maybe because he was able to touch him through the quilt last night, Shu Wuxi did not let him touch even his sleeves as he did before, but let him pull her.
"We can go back now."
"So fast! Okay! Let's go back!"
Lu Xiaochan stood up and grabbed the bamboo branch that Shu Wuxi handed over, and a small pot slid along the branch into Lu Xiaochan's hand.
"Eh? What is this?"
"Your medicine pot." Shu Wuxi replied.
"Mine?" Lu Xiaochan held the wine pot in both hands, pinching and touching it. The medicine pot was in the shape of a gourd, but not as round as a gourd. The lines were very gentle, the surface was smooth, and there were patterns carved on it.
After carefully touching and identifying it, Lu Xiaochan laughed: "Hey, there are crickets carved on the outside of this medicine pot! And birds! Hahaha, there's even a turtle!"
Shu Wuxi asked calmly: "Do you like it?"
"I like it! Oh my! These two crickets can move! They are fighting!"
Lu Xiaochan hung the medicine pot around her waist, holding the bamboo branch in her right hand and touching it with her left hand.
He named the two crickets on the pot. The one with longer legs was called Long-legged General, and the other one with a bigger head was called Bandit. The Long-legged General and the Bandit were fighting all the way. Lu Xiaochan touched them and wondered in his heart who would win in the end.
"This medicine pot is really amazing. It can hold hundreds of jars of wine! Do you really want to give this treasure to me?"
"A hundred jars of wine are nothing. It can draw water from three thousand sources and collect rivers from the six realms."
Lu Xiaochan was stunned: "It's not... such a... such a powerful... magical instrument... you just gave it to me like this?"
"Its name is not a magic weapon, but 'Tai Ling Zhen Yuan'. This thing recognizes its master. I didn't give it to you, but it wants to follow you."
Lu Xiaochan tilted her head.
"Tai Ling... Tai Ling... What does it have to do with the orthodox medical Tai Ling Pavilion?"
Shu Wuxi did not answer.
Lu Xiaochan became anxious and tried to pull Shu Wuxi's sleeve along the bamboo branch. Perhaps because Shu Wuxi was distracted, Lu Xiaochan actually grabbed his sleeve!
The air suddenly condensed, as slow as a thread being drawn.
Lu Xiaochan knew that when she pulled him, Shu Wuxi's whole body tensed up.
"Don't move, little cicada."
His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the cracks in his heart and struggled out from his throat. There were thousands of words, but only one sentence: "Don't move."
Shu Wuxi carefully pulled his sleeve away from Lu Xiaochan's fingers.
He didn't hate himself touching him.
Even... He hoped that Lu Xiaochan could touch him, but Lu Xiaochan held on too tightly just now, and her fingers were about to touch Shu Wuxian's wrist.
"Shu Wuxi, tell me if this medicine pot is from Tailing Pavilion! Someone told me that Tailing Pavilion practices medicine, and its disciples may be able to cure my eyes!"
Shu Wuxi didn't answer for a long time. He continued to move forward holding the bamboo branch, but Lu Xiaochan let go.
"If you don't tell me, I won't go with you!"
Shu Wuxi turned around and looked at Lu Xiaochan for a long time.
"What if Tai Ling Pavilion can't cure your eyes?"
"How is this possible! Tai Ling Pavilion can not only cure physical ailments, but can also use the Great Medical Curse to cure mental illness! It's so powerful, I just can't see with my eyes, why can't Tai Ling Pavilion cure it?"
Lu Xiaochan had been listening to the old beggar talking about Tailing Pavilion since she was a child.
Ever since he could walk, he followed the old beggar to the Yijun Temple every day to pray to Li Chejun for the restoration of his sight.
But day after day, year after year, he had never seen even one disciple from Tailing Pavilion.
He once begged the old beggar to take him away from Lushu Town and find a doctor in Tailing Pavilion.
But the old beggar said that if they left Lushu Town, they would be eaten by the evil spirits lingering near Lushu. Lu Xiaochan was frightened by the old beggar and had nightmares for a month. In the end, she came to the conclusion that life is definitely more important than eyes.
Later, when Lu Xiaochan grew up, he found that asking for help from the Medical Lord or the Tailing Pavilion was not as practical as a full meal, so he never knelt down to worship Li Che Lord again. He even regarded the Tailing Pavilion and the restoration of his eyesight as stories told by old beggars to coax children.
But now, Shu Wuxi came, and brought "Tailing Zhenyuan" with him.
"Then you have to promise me one more thing. If you can do it, I will take you to see Kunwu, the medical master of Tailing Pavilion."
Lu Xiaochan stood there stupidly.
He wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.
Who is Shu Wuxi going to take him to see
Kunwu, the medical patriarch of Tailing Pavilion
Kunwu is Li Che's fellow senior brother. According to legend, he has practiced medicine for more than 2,800 years.
"If you can see Kunwu, the master of medicine, you must follow me, regardless of whether he can cure your eyes or not."
"ah?"
Go with you? What do you want me to do
"Even if the place I take you to doesn't have delicious food or beautiful mountains and rivers, you can't leave."
Lu Xiaochan tilted her head: "Really? You want to take me to practice meditation?"
He doesn't want to practice in seclusion!
He just wants to eat delicacies. Even if he can't see, he wants to use his ears to listen to the blooming and withering of flowers and the growth and death of all things. How interesting it is.
But Shu Wuxi seemed to be adamant. If she didn't agree to him, let alone going to Tailing Pavilion, she was afraid that Shu Wuxi would turn around and leave, and she would be alone again. Then even if she could see him, she would always get tired of him. It was precious that there was no one who truly treated her.
"Okay, I promise you!"
"Then let's go. I'll take you to Tailing Pavilion."
Lu Xiaochan's heart was like a withered flower, which would be reduced to ashes if the wind blew. However, because of Shu Wuxi's words, it was like a rain, blooming wildly and all over the sky.
As they walked along, Lu Xiaochan sniffed and said, "We have arrived at the Temple of the Medical Lord! I want to go in and burn incense for Li Chejun! I ask him to bless you so that you can take me to Tailing Pavilion smoothly!"
"Medical Lord Temple?"
"Yes! The Temple of the Medical Lord!"
Lu Xiaochan pulled Shu Wuxi towards the Yijun Temple. She was so anxious that she almost kicked the temple threshold.
The Yijun Temple at this time was not as lively as before.
It is night again and there is almost no one in the Yijun Temple.
"Shu Wuxi, you said you and I are old friends... Then you know my family, right? Do they have money? I've spent so much money eating and drinking here... Will they pay you back?"
"I don't need you to pay me back."
"Then you must be very rich! Otherwise, can you give me some more money so that I can burn three incense sticks? I want to worship the Immortal Lord!"
"What kind of immortal is this?"
"Li Che! Medical Master Li Che! Even if I don't ask him to bless me to successfully see Medical Master Kunwu, I should thank him for letting me have a good meal for a few days with his incense."
Shu Wuxi stood still, seemingly looking up at the statue of the Medical Lord.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you talking?"
"Li Che is not like this. You don't have to worship him." Shu Wuxi said.
"Then...what does Li Che look like?"
"Li Che reached the state of 'entering the state' at the age of fourteen, so he remained a teenager until his extinction. This Immortal Lord statue is too old."
"Oh! Maybe everyone thinks that since Li Che has the title of immortal, he must be a mature and steady person with an immortal look?"
"How can you be mature and prudent if you climb up roofs and remove tiles, dive into the sea to chase stars, and walk cats and play with dogs? How can you be a sage if you are obsessed with worldly things all the time?"
Shu Wuxi seemed to dislike Li Chejun, but in the end he sighed and changed his mind.
"Then I'd better worship him."
"No, it's just a clay statue. Everyone in the world can worship it, except you."
"What?"
"let's go."
Shu Wuxi took Lu Xiaochan away.
Although she didn't burn incense for Li Chejun in the end, Lu Xiaochan felt that since Shu Wuxi said there was no need to burn incense, it must be useless even if she burned incense.
But when she returned to the inn, Lu Xiaochan didn't feel sleepy at all.
He leaned against the head of the bed, playing with the medicine pot.
The turtle on the wine jug entered the stream, swam around, came to the shore, and swallowed the pair of fighting crickets in one gulp.
Lu Xiaochan was shocked: "The turtle ate the cricket! What should I do!"