Ruan Qiuping stood there in a daze.
Another gust of wind blew, blowing the rain in the air into the corridor. A few raindrops fell on Ruan Qiuping's face and collar like pearls on a broken string. Even his clothes were not wet, but the raindrops made his skin suddenly cold when they hit his skin.
Ruan Qiuping heard himself speak slowly in a very steady voice: "I am looking for the Memory Soup not to make Yu Huan remember that he loves me, but to restore his memory of our acquaintance."
Ruan Qiuping paused for a moment and continued, "No matter what my feelings are for him, we always have a deep friendship, but this friendship exists based on Yu Huan's memory. If Yu Huan doesn't remember, then only I will be left with friendship. Then what is the point of the time I spent with him?"
"Besides,"
Ruan Qiuping's voice became more and more steady, and his words were thrown out with a resounding sound.
I don’t know whether I am convincing others or myself.
"When Yu Huan was still a mortal, he waited for me so hard that he would rather become a ghost after his death, just to see me. But the mortal Yu Huan is now sealed in the memory of Ji Shen. If I don't help Ji Shen regain his memory, doesn't it mean that I have abandoned the Yu Huan who waited for me year after year?"
Chen Hai was confused by what he heard, and nodded as if he understood: "It seems to make sense... Hey, then according to what you said, isn't there also a Taotie with emotions and feelings sealed in my body?"
Thinking of this, Chen Hai frowned, and seemed to be entangled again: "... Then should I unseal it too? But... but unseal doesn't seem to be a good word. In this story, all those who are unsealed are demons and villains..."
Just as Chen Hai was muttering to himself, Ruan Qiuping had already turned around and walked out.
"Hey, Ruan Qiuping, where are you going? Our group report hasn't been finished yet!"
"I'm going to Mangyi Snow Mountain to pick thousand-year-old lotus. As for the report... I have already written a lot of it, and I just need to finish it. You and Jingyang can finish it together. It will take two minutes."
Chen Hai was stunned for a moment: "... Are you out of your mind? Why do you suddenly want to pick thousand-year-old lotus? There's still a blizzard on the Mangyi Snow Mountain!"
"I have to make the remembrance soup quickly. I can't delay any longer." Ruan Qiuping said, "And I think the weather today is much better than yesterday."
No one knows how long this abnormal weather will last. If it lasts one or two days, it will be fine. But what if it lasts half a month, a month, or two months
Ruan Qiuping can't wait any longer.
Chen Hai: "But this is too dangerous. What if you accidentally die somewhere? You are so unlucky. How about I accompany you..."
Chen Hai paused for a moment, and his voice weakened: "... Forget it, you are so unlucky, if I go with you, I might lose my life... You should go by yourself, but you must come back alive!!!"
Ruan Qiuping took out an umbrella from his bag and walked forward, looking straight ahead.
He silently chanted "Millennium Lotus", "Love Memory Soup", and then repeated over and over again, "Save Yu Huan who is sealed in Ji Shen's memory."
Apart from these three sentences, he said nothing and thought nothing.
He was afraid that if he let his imagination run wild, he would waver in his decision to pick the thousand-year-old lotus and make the Recalling Love Soup.
He didn't want to waver.
The storm was raging on the snow-capped mountains, making it almost impossible to stand up straight.
When Ruan Qiuping came to the snow mountain, he did not use the method of instant movement which consumed his spiritual power. Instead, he used the method of flying with his sword which saved more spiritual power.
Although he was nearly struck by lightning while flying on the sword, and was soaked and looked very embarrassed, he saved a lot of spiritual energy.
Ruan Qiuping originally thought that this spiritual power could support him in picking the thousand-year-old lotus, but he didn't expect that after just five minutes of standing on the snowy mountain, he felt that the strong wind was going to blow away most of his spiritual power.
The snow on the mountain was very deep. Ruan Qiuping didn't even get to his knees in the snow. He walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. His vision was all pure white, and he couldn't find any thousand-year-old lotus at all.
Even if there is, it is not deeply covered by the snow.
Ruan Qiuping looked up at the sky. The sky was white, the snow was white, and the mountains were white, making people dizzy.
Ruan Qiuping didn't know how long he had been walking. He felt a little cold at first, but as he walked, he no longer felt the cold. His legs were stuck in the snow like two stiff wooden sticks, without any feeling at all.
People say that the Mangyi Snow Mountain becomes very dangerous at night. Ruan Qiuping thinks that night is the best time to look for the thousand-year-old lotus. The thousand-year-old lotus is crystal white and hidden in the snow, making it very difficult to find. However, there is a kind of snowflake in the snow mountain that likes to make its home in the soil under the lotus.
Snowflies are extremely hard to find during the day, as they blend into the snowflakes in the sky. But at night, they emit a bright and moist light all over their bodies.
Ruan Qiuping stayed in Mangyi Snow Mountain for three days and three nights before he found the snowflakes.
He followed the shadow of the snowflakes and finally saw a thousand-year-old lotus on the edge of a cliff on Mount Mangyi.
Ruan Qiuping felt as if all the air he exhaled had turned into ice. He walked up step by step, and with slightly stiff and slow movements, he held the Millennium Lotus in his palm.
After searching for the Millennium Lotus with great difficulty, Ruan Qiuping finally found it, but he felt very strange and not happy at all.
Ruan Qiuping carefully put the thousand-year-old lotus into his Qiankun bag, but just as he fastened the bag, another strong wind hit, blowing him back a few steps involuntarily. His feet were empty and he fell off the cliff.
…
Ruan Qiuping rolled down the cliff and fell into the snow again.
All the bones in my body hurt as if they were crushed.
Ruan Qiuping couldn't help but cough twice, causing the bones in his body to collide like broken shells.
He was coughing when he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which melted with the snow to form a pool of blood, which then gradually merged into the snow water to form a pink river.
Ruan Qiuping managed to stop himself from vomiting blood, and then he lay straight on the ground.
Not to mention using spiritual power, now he can hardly even move his fingers.
Fortunately, although he is disabled, he is still a god after all.
If it were a mortal, it would have been smashed to pieces by now.
It was still raining heavily in the sky, and from time to time there was a gust of wind, which swept over Ruan Qiuping's chest like a stomping stone, carrying a bunch of gravel and snowballs.
Ruan Qiuping was so tired that his eyes went dark and he passed out.
Perhaps he still subconsciously remembered that the thousand-year-old lotus only had one day and one night to survive, so his body did not dare to remain unconscious for too long, and he woke up vaguely in the daytime the next day.
Most of his body was buried in the snow, with only his face exposed. His body looked even heavier.
Ruan Qiuping never expected that anyone would come to save him, the unlucky god, so he neither shouted loudly nor prayed devoutly.
He just rested there for a few dozen minutes, and before the snow completely buried him, he struggled to stand up from the snow.
Ruan Qiuping walked down the mountain step by step.
Suddenly I thought of a sentence.
—The harm will last for thousands of years.
Even though he is useless and unlucky, he is still a nuisance after all, and it seems that he will not die so easily.
Ruan Qiuping lowered his head, wiped the corner of his lips, coughed up blood again, and laughed softly.
The moment Ruan Qiuping saw the door of his house, his feet went weak, his eyes went dizzy, and he couldn't help but want to fall down. But when he thought of the thousand-year-old lotus in his Qiankun bag that only had one hour left to survive, he supported himself and crawled up, ran to the pharmacy, and randomly found a few bottles of pills that could heal injuries but not replenish spiritual power and took them.
After taking the pill, Ruan Qiuping felt that his spirit had been restored a little, so he quickly took out all the herbs and began to boil the Love Recalling Soup.
To boil medicinal materials, you need a bright fire and water bubbling loudly, but you never know when it will be boiled.
The stove was so warm that it seemed to melt his frozen body.
My body becomes softer and my spirit becomes more relaxed.
Ruan Qiuping and others were waiting, and then they fell asleep leaning against the stove unwillingly.
When he woke up, he appeared in Yaoxian's clinic.
Ruan Shengfeng was standing by with his ears drooping with a sad face. When he saw Ruan Qiuping wake up, he immediately perked up and started asking in a crackling voice, "Qiuping, you scared me to death. Where did you go? You hurt yourself so much and slept next to the stove. Aren't you afraid of roasting yourself? And do you know that your body is..."
"I'm making soup on the stove?" Ruan Qiuping asked in a panic.
"Oh yeah, speaking of that soup, what is it that you made? It's so sticky and disgusting... What's it for?"
"How is the soup now?" Ruan Qiuping spoke more and more anxiously.
"It's still on the stove. I just turned off the fire and didn't touch your soup! Calm down first. The pharmacist said..."
Before Ruan Shengfeng could finish his words, he saw Ruan Qiuping disappear in an instant.
Ruan Shengfeng was almost stunned for a moment, then rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Medicine Fairy, Medicine Fairy!" Ruan Shengfeng hurriedly called the Medicine Fairy who was grabbing medicine over.
"Why are you rushing me... I'm preparing medicine for your son! Why are you in such a hurry? He won't die. Although his bones are broken in many places, his internal organs are damaged in many places, and the cold has entered his body, his spiritual power has been greatly damaged, and his injuries are quite serious. He will have to stay in bed for half a year at most..."
The Medicine Fairy walked in from behind the screen, and the voice stopped abruptly.
"... Wait a minute, where's your dying son?"
Ruan Shengfeng: "Just now, he moved away instantly!"
"That's impossible. He's so badly injured that he shouldn't even be able to get out of bed..."
"I saw it with my own eyes. My son just flashed to the ground and teleported away!"
“Medicine Immortal,” Ruan Shengfeng held the Medicine Immortal’s hand, tears in his eyes, “Is my son’s spiritual power soaring? His realm has soared, and he will soon be deified. I was saying… this son was born on the same day and year as Ji Shen. At the moment of his birth, two wonders suddenly appeared in the heavens. Now Ji Shen has been deified, how could my son be an ordinary person?!!!”
"Shengfeng..." Medicine Fairy shook Ruan Shengfeng's hand tremblingly, "You promised me something... Did you remember it?"
"I haven't forgotten." Ruan Shengfeng's heart was trembling, his hands were shaking, "When my son is canonized as a god, I will definitely instill bad luck into your mortal enemy, the Poison God, for a whole year."
Ruan Qiuping moved to the pharmacy and opened the medicine furnace.
The stove was turned off by someone, and the soup in the medicine pot began to cool down.
As the dark brown soup cooled down, its texture became thicker and it exuded a light aroma, a sign of ripe fruit.
Ruan Qiuping calmed down completely, as if a stone was tied to his heart and fell down, rolling into a deep pit beside him.
—Recall the love soup, make it well.