"This is Tianshuilu, which can cure internal injuries." The scholar held the reins with one hand and took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom and threw it into the carriage with the other hand. "You are seriously injured. If you rush to Dazefu like this, I'm afraid you will die."
Xie Yuling took the Tianshuilu, opened the bottle stopper and smelled it, and asked in confusion: "This Tianshuilu is one of the most precious medicines in the Pharmacist's Workshop. This small bottle costs several hundred taels of silver. Why are you helping us so much?"
"Just consider it as travel expenses." The scholar waved his hand, looking nonchalant. Although he was now holding the reins and driving the carriage so hard, it should be Xie Yuling and the other two who paid him as the driver.
"It's just a few hundred taels of silver. You're also a descendant of a wealthy family. Why are you so surprised?" Feng Zuojun snatched the Tianshuilu from Xie Yuling's hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then smacked his lips, "It tastes good. Another bottle."
"I only have two bottles. If you drink them all in one go, there will be nothing left." The scholar took out another bottle from his arms and threw it to Xie Yuling. "The owner of the Pharmacist Shop is my friend. It's just Tianshui Lu. It's free."
Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling looked at each other. If they hadn't just seen the scholar's miraculous martial arts, they would have thought he was bragging. No one knew whether the owner of the Pharmacist Shop existed in the world, so where did this friend come from? But now Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling had to believe it.
"Master." Xie Yuling sighed softly, "To be honest, you are so skilled in martial arts that you can kill us with just a flick of your hand. But now you have saved us and helped us get to Daze Mansion. We don't seem to be qualified to ask more questions, but we still have doubts in our hearts, and we hope you can answer them."
"What do you want to answer? I told you that we were strangers to each other, but you didn't believe me." The scholar took the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. "Okay then. I am a Confucian sage in the academy. I came here to save my disciples. Isn't this natural?"
"How is it possible? The Confucian Sage has been famous for a long time, and those gentlemen are almost forty years old. Although we have never seen the Confucian Sage, his portrait is hanging in the academy, so he must be over sixty..." After Feng Zuojun drank the Tianshui Dew, his blood and qi flowed smoothly, and even his voice became heroic. "Sir, you look only three or four years older than us, how can you be a Confucian Sage?"
"Look, you don't believe this, and you don't believe that. What's the point of me saying anything?" The scholar smiled brightly, "Why don't I drive our carriage while you take care of your wounds? When we get to Dazefu, we can do as you said and walk on the road to heaven."
"Anyway, thank you very much." Xie Yuling lowered her head. The scholar performed a set of Falling Flower Sword Technique. Although it only took half an incense stick of time from sword strike to sword return, it was better than what the Xie family's martial arts elders had taught her over the past decade. She was very grateful in her heart.
"What's the point of the road leading to heaven? Let's go our separate ways. Brother, don't listen to Xie Yuling's nonsense. Once you go to Daze Mansion, you will be the honored guest of our Tianxiaoyun Realm. Brother, your swordsmanship is quite good. My father must like you very much. You must come and stay with us for a few days!" Feng Zuojun replied.
"Feng Yuhan, he doesn't like me." The scholar said quietly.
Feng Zuojun was stunned: "Why? My father has always been hospitable and has a good relationship with people in the martial arts world. I have never heard of him having a hard time with anyone."
"Your father once fell in love with a woman, but that woman didn't like him, she liked me." The scholar laughed loudly, "Then your father must be disgusted to see me..."
Feng Zuojun patted his thigh and said, "I knew it! Father only gets angry with others because of women! It has been more than ten years, and he has never changed? But did that woman end up marrying you, brother?"
"No, that woman likes me, but I don't like her. Well... that can't be said." The scholar thought for a moment and continued, "I like this world, and this world includes that woman. So, I like her too."
"The woman must be so angry." Feng Zuojun said helplessly, "Brother, you really don't know how to talk."
“Hahahahahaha.” The scholar nodded, “Yeah, he was so mad. He said he never wanted to see me again in this life.”
"Since you are unwilling to reveal your identity, we will not force you." Xie Yuling stopped Feng Zuojun who wanted to speak and signaled him to shut up immediately.
"If there is anything you don't want to reveal, I won't change my name. My surname is Dongfang, and my given name is Xiaoyue." The scholar hung the wine gourd back on his waist, "Dongfang Xiaoyue."
Feng Zuojun burst out laughing: "Why does it sound like a little girl's name?"
"Women are women, there is no such thing as older women or younger women." The scholar pulled the reins hard, "Let's go, Yunmeng Lake, the clouds of dawn, just hearing about it is fascinating."
The sun sets, the moon rises, the stars change, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed.
At the beginning, Dongfang Xiaoyue drove the carriage day and night, and Xie Yuling occasionally took over. Later, when Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun's injuries were mostly healed, the three of them took turns driving. Dongfang Xiaoyue occasionally left the carriage and walked alone. When she came back, she brought back some wild fruits, wild flowers or injured small animals. Compared with the other two people, Dongfang Xiaoyue really enjoyed the journey. But slowly, Xie Yuling found that when Dongfang Xiaoyue drove the carriage, it was obviously much faster than the two of them. He secretly observed for a long time but couldn't find the secret. He thought that this handsome scholar was really a strange person, but thinking about the masters in the world, no one could match the appearance of this scholar, so he finally gave up and let him go.
And the Golden Wind is getting very close to the day when it will finally dock.
"Tomorrow morning will be your last chance." The masked man said slowly.
The shopkeeper holding the pure gold abacus sighed softly and fiddled with the abacus countless times, but it still ended up at zero.
Nangong Xier sat cross-legged on the bed. In an instant, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the long sword beside her began to vibrate.
In the room at the bottom of the cabin, Su Baiyi was sweating profusely, lying on the floor with his arms and legs spread out. Jun Yujian was stuck in the iron plate on the left. He said helplessly, "Master, Master, I'm afraid I can't get through this time."
On the deck, Mu Nianhua held a sword in his hand, which was the sword that Shanglin Tiangong left for them that day. As long as it was hung on the mast, the Mu family would be safe from the storm. But Mu Nianhua looked up, smiled at the mast, walked to the railing with the sword in hand, and then stretched his hand out of the railing and opened it.
The sword fell into the turbulent river and disappeared in an instant.
"This is the Mu family's answer." Mu Nianhua said with a smile.