It's not like she hasn't felt rain before, whether it was heavy rain or drizzling rain, but this time Lu Xiaochan felt it was extremely mysterious, as if her hearing and touch were infinitely magnified. Even a drop of rain falling from the sky and brushing against countless dust particles seemed extremely delicate.
It eventually fell into the soil, seeped into the cracks, and then seeped into the roots, and once again saw the light of day along the tender leaf veins. It turned into flowers and bloomed when the rain fell.
"What do you feel?" Kunwu asked.
"water… "
Kunwu understood: "It seems that you have an indissoluble bond with water. So how do you feel about water?"
“Water… has no form or shape. When it sinks into a crack in the ground, it takes on the shape of the crack. When it is poured into a cup, it takes on the shape of the cup.”
"What else?" Kunwu smiled slightly.
"If it is absorbed by flowers and plants, the grass will grow and the flowers will bloom. If it leaves, they will wither and decay."
"Yes, a drop of water is the origin of 'a flower, a world; a leaf, a blossom and wither'."
Lu Xiaochan let out a breath. He found that the world had changed since he ate the locust leaf.
He heard all kinds of noises.
Water veins circulate back and forth in this thousand-year-old locust tree. The water vapor that fades into the mist floats with Kunwu's breath across from him. Even his skin can feel the water vapor that was originally intangible.
"Very interesting, isn't it?" Kunwu said with a smile.
"Hmm... I seem to have heard more than before!"
"So do you think it's noisy?" Kunwu asked again.
"No. These sounds are light and ethereal, like music."
"Your mind is pure, so the sound of water you hear is naturally clear and spiritual." Kunwu stood up. "It's almost time. I'll take you back. You should enjoy it."
"I can hear these sounds. Has it happened that I'm already 'into the trend'?"
"It's not that easy to enter the state of power. I just opened a door for you. How far you can go depends on yourself."
Kunwu took Lu Xiaochan and walked out the door.
After many twists and turns, he was finally sent back to Shu Wuxi.
The first thing Kunwu saw was incense burning in front of Shu Wuxi.
The smoke curled around and transformed into the shape of classic books, dissipating and then condensing again.
"You are actually studying the medical classics of our Tailing Pavilion?" Kunwu found it very interesting.
"I will find a way to cure Xiaochan's eyes." Shu Wuxi replied.
Kunwu curled the corners of his lips coldly: "Then you can look for it slowly."
Shu Wuxi raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Lu Xiaochan behind Kunwu.
He tightened the Locking Immortal Silk, and Lu Xiaochan felt a force pulling him to Shu Wuxi's side.
Kunwu lowered his body, approached Shu Wuxi, and said in a voice that only Shu Wuxi could hear: "Okay, if you can really cure his eyes, I will believe that you will not hurt him. I will let you take him away and will never stop you!"
Shu Wuxi's originally cold eyes flashed with light, and he looked into Kunwu's eyes: "It's a deal."
Lu Xiaochan came over and asked, "What are you talking about behind my back?"
"Saying bad things about you." Kunwu pressed Lu Xiaochan's head.
It couldn't be pressed any harder. Lu Xiaochan's hair, which was as dry as firewood before, suddenly became smooth. Kunwu couldn't help but rub it again.
Who knew that the spiritual energy would turn into a sharp blade and cut across. Fortunately, Kunwu retracted his hand quickly, otherwise there would be blood!
"Who told you to touch him?" Shu Wuxi's voice rang out.
Lu Xiaochan didn’t understand what was going on, he just felt that Kunwu was deliberately pressing his head to bully him.
"Old beggar! Why are you bullying me again!"
Kunwu spread his hands helplessly: "You have a backer! You are the most powerful!"
When Lu Xiaochan heard this, he felt a little proud! Oh, oh, from now on, the old beggar can't bully him anymore!
Kunwu walked to the door and turned back: "Otherwise, Xiaochan, you should come with me. There are other quiet rooms."
"No need." Shu Wuxi answered directly for Lu Xiaochan.
"You..." Kunwu shook his head.
With Lu Xiaochan so close at hand and them spending every day together like this, how is it different from when my junior brother was with Yang Cang day and night in the realm of intention
If you are not careful, the gun will go off accidentally!
Kunwu took out a small bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Lu Xiaochan: "Xiaochan, take this. Take one pill every night."
"What is this?" Lu Xiaochan opened the bottle, sniffed it, and immediately frowned, "Isn't this the smell of 'Qianxun'?"
Kunwu was stunned: "You really have a dog's nose! You can even smell this!"
"Why are you giving me this to eat? This is for clearing away evil fire! I don't have that kind of evil fire! I won't eat it!"
Lu Xiaochan threw the small bottle back, but Kunwu threw it back again.
"You are such an ungrateful kid! If you don't eat it, be careful..."
At this time Shu Wuxi spoke up: "Give it to me."
Kunwu shook his hand: "Whether you eat it or not, something bad will happen! I'm saving Xiaochan's life!"
"What life do you want to save?" Lu Xiaochan became even more curious. "Could it be that I have some incurable disease?"
"I'll give it to him." Shu Wuxi's palm was facing up, and Kunwu quickly placed the small bottle in Shu Wuxi's palm.
As soon as Kunwu left, Shu Wuxi said to Lu Xiaochan, "Hand."
Lu Xiaochan stretched out his hand and felt Shu Wuxi pour a small pill for it.
"have eaten."
Lu Xiaochan thought this medicine was shameful. Only a thief or someone full of lustful thoughts would need to clear his evil fire. Why would he take this thing
But since Shu Wuxu had spoken, Lu Xiaochan had no choice but to do as he was told, otherwise she would be slapped on the hand again.
At night, Lu Xiaochan slept on Shu Wuxi's couch, and Shu Wuxi sat next to Lu Xiaochan, neither speaking nor moving, so that Lu Xiaochan could not hear any sound.
"Brother Wuxi, if I practice well and take some pills, will I be able to see?"
Lu Xiaochan was wrapped in a quilt, lying on his side with only his head exposed. He was not sleepy at all, and even though he couldn't see, he kept his eyes wide open looking in the direction of Shu Wuxi.
"You must practice well, then I can take you away."
Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes. No sound of water could be heard in this quiet room except for Shu Wuxi's shallow breathing.
"Brother Wuxi."
"What's wrong?"
"Today, Kunwu gave me a locust leaf to eat, and then I heard the sound of water in the old locust tree, in the leaves, and in the flowers. Kunwu said, this is the 'one flower, one world; one leaf, one withering and flourishing' of a drop of water."
It was so quiet that Lu Xiaochan wanted to talk to Shu Wuxi. As long as Shu Wuxi opened his mouth to answer him, he could hear the sound of water in Shu Wuxi's body. His blood flowed slowly and calmly, but it seemed to be brewing endless persistence, pursuing the other shore that could never be reached even if he died a thousand times.
"You don't like to hear these truths."
Shu Wuxi said softly.
Lu Xiaochan smiled: "But if you think about it carefully, it's very interesting. It's like in this quiet room, there is no running water, no flowers or plants, no sound of clouds or mist, but I can still hear your voice."
"What does my voice sound like?" Shu Wuxi asked.
"You also have flowers blooming and withering."
"Does it sound good?"
"It sounds nice." Lu Xiaochan closed her eyes and savored the subtle sounds inside Shu Wuxi's body.
Shu Wuxi's blood flowed through his slender fingers and to his fingertips, like clear tea flowing into a cup.
It flowed across his wrist like a flower blooming in winter that no one appreciated.
It flowed into his heart and suddenly turned into a majestic sunrise, covering the mountains and rivers.
Flowing across his lips, it suddenly turned into a lingering drizzle, falling silently, but suddenly and unwillingly turned into a violent storm.
These are the most beautiful sounds that Lu Xiaochan heard from Shu Wuxi.
"Are not you afraid?"
"Why are you afraid..." Lu Xiaochan was not sleepy at all. She just looked at Shu Wuxi and imagined what he looked like. "You are my flower and my world..."
"If you weren't afraid of me before, it would be great..."
Shu Wuxi's voice was soft but hoarse. His originally indifferent eyes were tinged with the deep rainy night, like thick ink that wanted to break free from its restraints.
"It would be great if I could see it sooner." Lu Xiaochan smacked his lips. He was ready to have a good sleep and have a big sweet dream.
In the dream, maybe I can see Shu Wuxi's face clearly.
"Well, you used to love watching flowers bloom and fall, green mountains and night rain..."
"It doesn't matter if I can't see those things. But I want to see you." Lu Xiaochan gently pulled the Suoxian Ling.
Shu Wuxi stood there in a daze.
"Brother Wuxi? Are you asleep?" Lu Xiaochan lowered her voice and asked carefully.
"I am here."
"oh."
Just when Lu Xiaochan was about to fall asleep, Shu Wuxi asked again: "Do you really want to see me?"
"If I could see you, I wouldn't mind losing ten years of my life..."
Shu Wuxi tightened his fingers around the edge of Lu Xiaochan's quilt.
Not long after, Lu Xiaochan's long breathing was heard and he fell asleep.
Shu Wuxi slowly lowered his head, carefully avoiding a strand of hair that had fallen on the pillow.
"I don't want you to shorten your life... If you want to see, I will let you see."
It was past midnight, and Shu Wuxi was sitting at the table with incense still burning in front of him. Pages of Tailing Pavilion's medical scriptures dispersed and gathered in the smoke, and finally stopped in front of a page of the fragment.
Shu Wuxi stretched out his fingers, closed his eyes, and poured spiritual energy into it, and the fragments were slowly repaired.
At this time, Lu Xiaochan's soul wandered out of his body and returned to the quiet and deserted place in his dream, and he became the little boy covered in bottles and jars again.
There is a blank scroll hanging in front of the young boy - it is truly a magical instrument "Mirror Flower and Water Moon" that can reflect desires.
He sat cross-legged in front of the scroll and grabbed the man in plain clothes who was about to walk past him.
"Don't you want to see what desires are in my heart?"
The young boy smiled with his eyes narrowed, and with his other hand he took off the medicine bottle from his waist and shook it.
He originally thought that the man would walk away like he did every time before, but this time was different. He casually lifted his clothes and sat down next to the young boy.
"Oh, it's so hard to attract you! I have to think about what to show you!"
The young boy rubbed his hands, closed his eyes and gulped down several mouthfuls of the "magic wine". After drinking this magical wine, he could no longer conceal his desire.
Suddenly, the medicine bottle in his hand fell down, and the young boy fell forward and fell asleep.
The man next to him held him in his arms with one hand and grabbed his medicine bottle with the other.
On the originally empty scroll, light ink spread out, flowing and gradually transforming into bright colors.
In the gentle breeze, the first buds bloomed, and the transparent and delicate petals slowly opened towards the sunlight. Dewdrops dotted on the petals, swayed for a while, and then fell down.
The man's gaze seemed to be locked, watching the small flower blooming in the crevice of the rock, then withering and decaying.
Then there were crickets fighting, kittens climbing trees, turtles swimming... Then came the fireworks of the market, the sugar cakes turning from a small piece into a fluffy golden color in the frying pan, and the scones sizzling with oil when they were taken out of the oven...
The man slowly raised his hand and lightly touched the scroll.
The picture suddenly changed again. The clouds in the sky were rushing and falling into the rosy glow, illuminating the mountains and rivers, which was magnificent.
The man stared intently.
The little boy in his arms muttered something, rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Was I drunk just now? What's in the scroll?"
The man handed him the medicine bottle and said, "Just keep drinking it."
"Why? I won't drink anymore! You drink! Drink it and show me what you're thinking!"
"you drink."
"I won't!" The young boy put his hands on his hips and turned his face away.
The man stopped talking, put down the medicine bottle and was about to stand up, but the young boy quickly grabbed him.
"I'll drink! I'll drink! Don't leave!"
The man sat back down.
The young boy turned his face to the side, raised the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes and smiled wickedly, then tilted his head back and took a few more sips, then fell asleep with his head tilted.
The blank scroll once again extended countless graceful lines, outlining enchanting figures one after another, and then forming a charming picture.
The man shook the young boy who was sleeping with his head tilted: "This doesn't look good, think of something else."
The scene suddenly changed again, and it became a scene of toasting and chatting. Men and women gathered together to show off their elegance, drinking and having fun, and even leaning against each other, being very intimate.
The young boy was shaken again.
"This doesn't look good either, change it."
The painting turned into a bed, and on the bed were two people making love... It was indescribable.
The man wanted to continue shaking the boy, but when his fingers were about to touch him, he felt as if he was burned and pulled them back.
When the young boy opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the ground, and the people around him were gone.
The young boy tilted his neck and groaned, "Ouch! That annoying guy left without waking me up! Now my neck is crooked!"
He packed up the scroll, picked up his medicine pot, and walked in the long and deep corridor in the dark night.
The young boy looked around, turned around and found that the light was gone, and became scared.
"Help! Where is this? Why can't I see anything?"
It was empty, with nothing but pitch black.
The young boy was so scared that tears came to his eyes.
"Come out now! Take me away from here! Take me away from here! I don't want to be alone!"
At this time, Shu Wuxi's voice came to Lu Xiaochan's ears.
"Xiaochan, wake up. You are dreaming."
The Immortal Locking Silk on his wrist was suddenly tightened, which made him suddenly come to his senses.
"Xiaochan, what's wrong with you?"
Shu Wuxi wrapped him up through the quilt, hugged him and held him tightly.
"I dreamed that I was in a very dark place, and then you disappeared."
"It won't be dark anymore." Shu Wuxi whispered softly in Lu Xiaochan's ear.
"Why?"
"I found a way to make you see it."
Shu Wuxi turned his head and looked at the incense burner burning on the table. The smoke lingered on a page of the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures.
—With thousands of years of cultivation, one can enter the soul, break through the karmic fire, and activate the elixir, then one can open the eyes of wisdom and see all living things.
"Really?" Lu Xiaochan raised her eyes.
"real."
Shu Wuxi's fingers touched Lu Xiaochan's back through the quilt.
Suddenly, his spiritual energy rolled up, like a river falling from the sky into the blue sky, and instantly all of it sank into Lu Xiaochan's body.
Lu Xiaochan only felt that in his blood, thousands of troops and horses were flying towards him like a tidal wave, drowning and destroying him.
His bones were creaking and the Dan Yuan in his chest was vibrating and was about to burst.
He is going to die!
He's going to be shattered to pieces!
Suddenly, gentle colors emerged from the darkness before my eyes, like tiny rays of light, and then a golden string formed between the darkness and the light, which suddenly broke apart.
The splitting pain disappeared, his Dan Yuan was full and light, and before him was a figure.
The silver-blue glass luster outlines deep and warm eyes, transforms into pleasing skin, turns into lips that make Xiaochan's heart beat like a drum, and turns into a nose bone that is as unclimbable as a high river on an ice field. Elegance and strength go hand in hand.
He was far more stunning than Lu Xiaochan had imagined thousands of times, more desirable than the lights burning quietly in the dark night, more charming than the moonlight between the clouds. Everything about him floated in Lu Xiaochan's eyes and quietly penetrated into his heart.
"Brother Wuxi... is that you?"
Lu Xiaochan stretched out her hand and was about to touch Shu Wuxi's face, but he turned his face away.
"it's me."
"I... did I see it?"
"Um."
Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide and looked carefully at the person in front of her who lowered her eyes. The way she lowered her eyes was a thousand times more moving than the way the old beggar described the beauty nodding her head.
"Xiao Chan, go find Kunwu."
"Oh! That's right! I have to let the old liar see that he is still known as the leader of Tailing Pavilion! But it was you who cured my eyes!"
The author has something to say: Has anyone who placed a bet before won
Xiaochan is the darling of Wuxi brother, so of course only Wuxi brother can cure his eyes.
Xiao Chan: I don't want to drink! Why are you trying to get me drunk
Shu Wuxi: After drinking it, the thoughts in my mind can no longer be hidden. I want to see.
Xiao Chan: You practice for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and when you reach the modern age, you can just watch a movie!
Shu Wuxi: I just want to see what’s in your mind.
Xiaochan: What are you looking at!
Shu Wuxi: It depends on when I appear in your mind.
Fat Gua: At this moment when we need to set off fireworks, if you don’t speak up to celebrate the fact that Xiaochan’s eyes can see, you are really letting down Brother Wuxi’s thousand years of cultivation!