Gu Suihan obviously didn't understand what she was saying, his eyes were confused, and Shen Qingmang sighed. "No matter what, I'm not Qiongju. I don't care what your feelings are for her, don't transfer them to me."
"good."
Shen Qingmang was stunned when he heard his clear and concise response. "You agreed?"
"We've been reborn, and we should start over. Master, what you said makes perfect sense, so why wouldn't I respond?" Gu Suihan said slowly, "I just hope Master won't avoid me like the plague, or I might misunderstand... that Master doesn't dare to face me."
"I didn't avoid you like the plague." Shen Qingmang sighed, "I knew you were not in good health, so I wanted to make medicine for you to heal your injuries. I didn't expect the pills I made to have side effects. Look, you have become the horrible state you are in now."
"So Master did this for me... Have you been to Guangji Hall? Is there a cure?"
"Yes, I brought back a jar of medicinal mud. Apply it on your face for three to five days and it will be fine. It's no problem."
"Master, you don't have to test the medicine on yourself. I will eat everything you give me."
"Then I can't give you medicine that might be poisonous." Shen Qingmang laughed.
Gu Suihan asked again, "Master, is it convenient for you to apply the medicine? Do you need your disciple's help?"
"No need. I'm going back." Shen Qingmang was afraid that if they continued talking, she would return to the state she used to be with her eldest disciple, so she quickly cut the conversation short, said goodbye to the other party, and returned to Qiongzhi Hall. She took out the medicine jar, scooped out the medicinal mud with a small spoon, and applied a thick mud mask on her face.
As she lay on the couch waiting for the medicine to take effect, she began to think about what she would do next.
Since she had successfully angered An Yanxiang, he would likely bring forward his plan to destroy the sect, something she welcomed. The longer a person planned, the more meticulous their plans became. She couldn't let him endure for another sixty years before striking a heavy blow to the sect. She wanted to overturn his plan and force him to lose his composure.
Teacher Shen had completely forgotten that this was a romance scene, and was completely absorbed in the political drama. Fortunately, the other protagonist didn't let him down.
Gu Suihan came to the bamboo forest, cut down a fine purple bamboo, and brought it back to the courtyard. Then he took out a small knife and carefully cut the bamboo into strips, and finally wove them into a bamboo hat.
When the moon was at its zenith, he took out a piece of white gauze, raised it into the air, and made a tearing gesture with his hands. The white gauze in the air broke into strands of silk, flying higher and higher. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it gradually became transparent.
"Ahem." His chest ached, but he still stared intently at the silk thread in the air, muttering softly, "The moon dyes the green gauze full, the frost is heavy and the white clothes are light."
The transparent silk threads glowed faintly, crisscrossing in the air, and gathered together into a piece of gauze, which slowly fell back onto the stone table. He picked it up carefully and grafted it onto the hat.
Early the next morning, Shen Qingmang pushed open the door of Qiongzhi Palace and planned to breathe the fresh morning air. However, when he looked down, he found a bamboo hat on the ground.
She looked back and saw that the veil she had made was still on the table. This one, which looked much more delicate, was obviously not hers.
She bent down to pick it up and found a piece of flowery paper underneath.
"This is a veil made of azure moon yarn. Wearing it will obstruct your vision. While your face will appear hazier than the moonlight to others, it will be impossible to discern your true features. This is lighter than the veil, so Master can wear it when traveling."
"Where is the gauze? Isn't this just a bamboo hat?" Shen Qingmang shook it in her hand, and only then did she feel the cool gauze on the edge of the bamboo hat rubbing against the back of her hand.
"Hey? It's transparent? It's like being invisible! This is amazing!" she exclaimed.
The Taichu sect's magic doesn't include invisibility techniques. It's said that the sect's practitioners consider the art of concealing one's presence unrighteous and despised. Shen Qingmang once attempted to create an invisibility cloak using the refraction of light, but ultimately only managed to create a fluorescent garment that was more conspicuous when worn, effectively preventing car accidents.
She put on her hat out of curiosity and went back to the house to pick up the mirror. Her face in the mirror was indeed blurry, but she could clearly see the mirror and all the furnishings in the room.
Such a sophisticated technique, who knows how much energy it would take... Thinking of this, her heart ached. She took out the few pills she had taken before, put them back into the medicine cauldron, and added two more herbs according to the advice of the monk from Guangji Hall.
She had to make the medicine quickly to restore Gu Sui Han's health.
Hard work pays off. After the pimples on Shen Qingmang's face disappeared, the medicine was successfully developed. After taking it this time, she immediately felt full of strength and energy, but she no longer had an irritation. She knew that she could give it to the other party to take.
She put a few small pills into a jade bottle and headed for Lingshuangju. Halfway through, the image of Gu Suihan holding a wooden sword suddenly flashed through her mind.
His sword was so crudely made that it looked as if he had sharpened it himself.
She took out a sword case from her sleeve, opened the lid, and revealed the shining sword inside.
This is the Qionglin Sword. When she went to the Invisible Peak to collect herbs, she passed by the Sword Testing Pavilion and subconsciously walked in and took it back. She felt that Gu Sui Han was most comfortable using this sword, but... should she give it to him?
If she didn't give it to him, she would feel a little sorry. But if she gave it to him, it would mean that she was extra considerate of Gu Suihan, and this consideration would perhaps make him more convinced that she was Qiongju.
"Am I only able to be someone else's substitute?" Shen Qingmang smiled bitterly and put away the sword case.
When she arrived at Lingshuangju, she looked up and saw the bare courtyard gate. She realized that this place had no name yet and was not called Lingshuangju at all. She felt a little uncomfortable.
All the memories she and he had created together no longer existed in this fantasy world, and she seemed to be a complete passerby.
Destroy it, quickly. Let her return to reality.
She knocked on the door but heard no answer. She pushed it open and walked in. The yard was silent. She had a bad feeling in her heart and rushed into the house. She saw Gu Suihan lying on the bed with a pale face and weak, motionless.
"Sui Han? Sui Han! Don't scare me!" She panicked and reached out to grab his shoulders and shake him, but he didn't respond. She put her hands close to his chest to listen to his heartbeat, but could only hear a very faint beat.
"You silly child! What are you doing? Wake up! I brought the medicine, take it quickly, and you'll be fine after taking it."
After a pause, her voice softened. "I tried the medicine this time too. It's safe, absolutely no side effects, and it's not bitter. Is your sense of taste also failing because you've lost the Heart of Heaven and Earth? It's okay, Master will heal you. Once we leave here, I'll take you to the Qihuang Sect, okay?"
"Please, wake up..." Her voice gradually became tearful.
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