Chapter 18

He asked, “Why don’t you go?”

Banxia sighed, "I've been there several times. If I could have ascended to become an immortal, I would have flown away long ago. Why would I still be here?"

Wang Sheng: "What about the children who were made into bronze statues?"

"Even if they are not chosen to become immortal children, they will live forever in this world under another identity. This is the way out given to them by the immortals. Otherwise, who would do such a thankless task?"

After hearing this, Wang Sheng crossed his arms and snorted. He had seen ghosts before, but there were no immortals in this world. Even if there were, he believed that no immortal would choose to sit on a boy in this way.

It is still unclear whether Fangjia Village is a paradise or a place full of ghosts and monsters.

After Banxia finished speaking, he rubbed his fingers and said, "By the way, the day of selecting the fairy child will be in five days. These things are never told to outsiders. I have told you such useful information. This money..."

Wang Sheng thought about it and realized that maybe Shi Ye would also be interested in Fangjia Village. He had to go back and tell Shi Ye about it so that he could be credited with a great achievement.

Ban Xia hummed a little tune as he picked up the sign and set it aside. "We are destined to be together. You don't have to give much. Five taels will be enough."

After a long while, no one responded to him. When he turned around half-blind, he couldn't see a single hair of Wang Sheng.

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Wang Sheng returned to the inn just as it was getting dark. As soon as he opened the door, he shouted, "Master, do you know what news I heard today?"

Wang Sheng was eager to share the news, but he saw a man with loose black hair sitting at the table, with a bony hand holding a sandalwood pen and drawing something.

There were no lights on in the house yet, only the blue skylight shone in. The sound of people moving around outside was endless, but it did not disturb the interest of the people inside in painting.

Shi Ye put down his pen and moved the paperweight away. As the wind blew, a corner of the painting was lifted up, and Wang Sheng saw what kind of tree it was.

The eunuch flew over, stood on Wang Sheng's shoulder, and chirped, "News, news."

Wang Sheng slapped his head and said, "Oh, right."

He came over and sat opposite him, telling him what Banxia had said about Fangjia Village.

"Master, is there any problem with Fangjia Village?"

Shi Ye was indeed interested. After thinking for a while, he asked him, "Where is Fangjia Village?"

Wang Sheng: "Ban Xia said it's fifty miles north. Aren't we heading north?"

It happened to be the north, so Shi Ye took out the Immortal Plate. As early as a day ago, the direction of the Immortal Plate began to waver, as if it had been disturbed by something.

Or another possibility is that it is close to an extremely dark place.

A place of extreme yin could be rich in water, or it could be home to evil spirits. He had long observed the decline of the north's fortune, and judging by the Fangjia Village Wang Sheng mentioned, it was most likely the latter.

Wang Sheng picked up the Immortal Plate and took a look at it. He said, "Master, is your Immortal Plate broken? Why is it spinning all the time?"

At the same time, he blew out the fire sticks and lit all the lights in the house. Only then did Wang Sheng see clearly that the painting on the table was of a willow tree.

He was startled. It turned out to be a willow tree.

Wang Sheng touched the birthmark on his shoulder through his clothes, and suddenly his vision became blurry.

In the dusty memories, some dead leaves were blown away.

Following a burst of tinnitus, the voices of a man and a woman sounded in his ears.

"Aluan, look at the branches and leaves of the willow tree I drew. Do they resemble the birthmark on Baoci's body?"

A gentle woman in simple and elegant clothes came over, took a closer look, smiled, and said, "It's very similar. Baoci, come to your parents."

The woman stretched out her hand in a certain direction and picked up a cute little child.

"See if Daddy's painting is good?"

The child smiled, showing his baby teeth, "Okay, look."

The three of them gathered together happily, and their time was so beautiful that it was hard to miss.

Until someone put the painting away.

Seeing Wang Sheng staring at the painting in a trance, he looked at the painting again and found that there was nothing wrong with it.

He stopped.

No, what he drew here is...

A lush willow tree was casually sketched on the painting. Shi Ye held the paper tightly, a little dazed. He was thinking about something. He originally wanted to kill time by drawing casually, but he subconsciously put down the pen.

Wang Sheng regained consciousness and flattered him, saying, "Master, your painting skills are truly amazing. So, what do you say? Do you want to go?"

Shi Ye lowered his eyes, turned around and walked to the bed, saying, "Go."

Wang Sheng: "Okay, okay."

The two of them sat on their beds, each with their own thoughts, and the only sound in the room was the sound of burning candles.

Wang Sheng lay on the ground, covered his eyes with one hand, and gradually calmed himself down.

Why did he think of these old memories again? He thought he had forgotten them long ago. But he had forgotten them. Their faces were now like a thin mist, and no matter how hard he tried to recall them, he could not recall them.

He lowered his hand and pulled his chest, wincing in pain. He quickly got up, took out the medicine he had gotten from the clinic, and lifted up his clothes to check the injuries he had sustained in the afternoon.

His chest was bruised, but luckily the bones were not broken. Wang Sheng took some ointment and gently applied it, fearing that it would touch the wound again.

He was also meditating on the bed, but his breathing hadn't calmed down. He heard a rustling sound in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Sheng with his back to him, his shirt falling to his wrists, revealing a large part of his back.

The smell of medicine wafted in, and Shi Ye distinguished it. It was the smell of wound medicine. He got out of bed and squatted in front of Wang Sheng. Seeing the large bruise, a serious look flashed in his eyes.

"When did you get injured?" How could this person get himself into this state in just one or two hours?

Wang Sheng was rarely embarrassed, and felt that it was a bit immoral, so he pulled up his clothes and said, "I was hit by a kid, it's just a bruise, but I made him pay for it, so I made a profit, haha."

Shi Ye looked at him expressionlessly, and Wang Sheng was a little unable to laugh.

Shi Ye: "Money is more important than life, right?"

Wang Sheng: "No way, if he broke a bone, he would have to pay more than this. I will make him lose everything..."

Shi Ye became more and more angry as he listened, and said bluntly: "Unzip your clothes."

Wang Sheng burst out laughing and teased him, "Huh? That's not good. We're not close enough to be honest with each other. Be careful or I'll sue you for molesting me."

The atmosphere was a little awkward; it was just Wang Sheng's performance.

He didn't dare to joke anymore and opened his clothes for Shiye to check.

There was a sudden and obvious wound on Wang Sheng's thin body, which was almost on top of the willow-leaf birthmark. Shi Ye reached out and covered it.

Unlike the rough talisman paper and the cold hilt of the sword, the touch on the hand is delicate, with the warmth of the body and the coolness of the ointment, and the heartbeat is a little fast.

He also transferred some internal energy, and Wang Sheng instantly no longer felt pain, and even felt a little comfortable and itchy.

He was a little curious: "Master, you are not also cultivating immortality?"

"Shut up."

Wang Sheng shrugged.

Shiye closed his eyes, suppressed all distracting thoughts, and focused on healing his wounds. No one spoke to disturb him, but he could feel a gaze falling on his face, as if it were touching him bit by bit, with incomparable care.

He couldn't help but open his eyes, and saw Wang Sheng staring at him intently with his eyes wide open.

Wang Sheng was caught peeping at someone and was stunned. He wanted to look away first, but for some reason, the person he saw didn't look away, and he didn't look away either.

The internal force stopped, and there was no treatment for the wound. Suddenly, the candlelight in the room exploded. Shi Ye was the first to stand up and said softly, "Go to bed early."

"Oh, okay. Tomorrow is fifty miles. We should rest early because we have to walk for a long time." Wang Sheng didn't know what he was saying.

He touched his chest and found that the ointment had melted into it, so he put on his clothes and lay down.

He lay on his side, rubbing his burning face. He'd been feeling a bit strange all day. Could it really be because he hadn't rested enough? Never mind, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

One person was tossing and turning, unable to sleep, while the other was frantically reciting the Heart Purification Technique. Both of them in the room tacitly stopped talking.

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The next morning, the two of them packed up in silence and went to the horse market.

Shi Ye found a shop that he liked and said, "I want two horses."

The owner of the stable stopped feeding the horses and asked again, "Two horses?"

He paused and looked at these horses. Each of them was fed very tall and strong. They were good horses. If they were to travel hard, they could easily cover a thousand miles a day.

He hesitated for a moment, then his face changed. He said calmly, "These horses look hard to ride. Find me a carriage."

The boss was furious after hearing this. Why was this guy looking for trouble? These horses of his were all good horses picked from hundreds and were very obedient!

However, thinking that this person was here to spend money, he did not curse out loud. Instead, he muttered to himself and drove a carriage over.

Wang Sheng was carrying a basket on his back. When he saw a carriage, he was very happy. After traveling for such a long time, he finally had a carriage to ride.

The boss, with a keen eye, saw that the man didn't look like someone short of money, so he drove over in a slightly more spacious carriage with a cushioned floor. Wang Sheng jumped in, his face beaming with a smile of triumph that he couldn't hide.

The man who paid raised an imperceptible smile on his lips, asked the boss for the specific direction of Fangjia Village, and then got on the carriage.

Wang Sheng sat in the front room, ready to serve as the driver for his sponsor. He also made room for Shi Shi to enter the carriage.

Shi Ye took the Immortal Family Plate and said, "Sit over there. I have the Immortal Family Plate and know the way. Did you know?"

Wang Sheng: "Yes, yes, yes. Please sit down."

He swiftly made room, placed the backpack inside the carriage, and then leaned against the door, one foot propped up and the other hanging out, ready to take in the scenery. The last time he rode in a carriage was when he was a stable boy for a wealthy family. He never expected that someone would drive the carriage for him now.

The eunuch flew to the horse's head, grabbed its mane and refused to leave. The horse was annoyed by his grip and pulled the carriage violently left and right.

Wang Sheng lost his balance and fell directly on Shi Ye.

Shiya held him tightly, tightened the reins with one hand to steady the horse, and shouted, "Eunuch, come here."

My father-in-law grunted twice and flew to the roof of the car.

After the tension on his shoulders was released, Wang Sheng coughed, sat down, and turned his shoulders. His two brothers said, "Thank you, Master."

Shi Ye watched the immortal disk hurrying on its way and replied very calmly, "Watch the eunuch and don't let it fly away."