Chapter 63 In Falling Star Garden, there is no medicine shop.
Falling Star Garden.
"Come and see, these pearls are from the South China Sea!"
"Qingzhou swords! Take a look, they definitely have spirits!"
"A tabby cat! A lion cat with heterochromia! A spirit beast sent from Yizhou, extremely intelligent!"
Although it's called a garden, it's more like several streets. Swords and spears, musical instruments, calligraphy and painting, hairpins and embroidery, flowers, birds and animals, pots and pans—everything is for sale. Whether it's a shop or a stall, there are lively shouts and laughter of cultivators everywhere. Occasionally, there are some bargaining and troublemaking. Whether it's a matter or not, they can resolve it privately. If it gets too big, the people of Falling Star Garden will come out to deal with it.
Zhang Xuan was walking along the road with a slight excitement when suddenly a beautiful blue-gray bird flew over his shoulder, catching him off guard and moving with incredible speed. By the time Zhang Xuan looked up again, the bird had already returned to the wrist of a vendor in the distance.
Qingyu: "Red-billed blue magpie, long time no see! It's quite fierce."
Zhang Xuan laughed, his eyes filled with novelty and excitement. Everywhere he looked, there were cultivators, and spiritual energy everywhere. He felt genuinely happy, as if he had found a sense of belonging.
Qin Tianshu put his arm around his shoulder, "You..."
He paused for a moment, then laughed again, "Ask only if you see something you like, otherwise the stall owner will think you're wasting your time. Go and have some fun."
Qingyu looked on with great curiosity at the bustling street, with its many cultivators and magical artifacts. She felt a strong urge to buy them all. Wen Chuan smiled at her and said, "Be careful to distinguish them... just buy whatever you like."
Lin Fanxiang smiled and said, "Let's go take a look together."
Zhang Xuan and Qing Yu exchanged a glance, and the two passionate and straightforward individuals immediately began their shopping trip. Zhang Xuan dragged Qin Tianshu and Wen Chuan to look at the magical artifacts and swords, while Qing Yu affectionately pulled Fan Xiang along to see if there was anything interesting or fun to see.
When Qin Tianshu left, he was still reminiscing. He never expected that Luoxing Garden would grow so big in the past few years. Such a lively place could be written into the Chronicles of the Nine Provinces.
Zhang Xuan put his arm around him and said, "Come on, come on, there are swords and knives from Qingzhou over there, let's go take a look."
Wen Chuan was still holding Cai Cai, a helpless smile on his face. He had agreed to meet Qing Yu and the others at the end of this street, but before he could finish speaking, Qin Tianshu pulled him away again, saying, "Come on, let's go take a look together!"
Qingyu also pulled Fanxiang along, "Xiangxiang, didn't you want to look at medicinal herbs? I think they're selling them over there."
Lin Fanxiang: "Okay."
They walked forward with smiles. The autumn wind blew, fluttering the girl's skirt. Qingyu wore a dark brown dress with a pine needle peony color and a slight gradient of light red. In an instant, the wind lifted the hem of her dress, and she lightly held up a flower hairpin, subtly revealing her intentions. The sunlight shone on her, and the girl smiled slightly, dazzlingly beautiful.
Beside her, Fan Xiang possessed a cool and aloof temperament. The deep blue hem of her dress perfectly complemented her aura, while the yellow millet lining added a touch of liveliness. The light cloud-patterned outer garment further enhanced the overall effect. At this moment, the girl's black hair hung down smoothly, adorned with a light jade hairpin. From afar, she appeared as if the moon was brushing against frosty leaves, exuding a refined and extraordinary elegance.
Ultimately, their clothes weren't particularly extravagant, and their hairstyles were quite simple; at least among wealthy people, they wouldn't stand out at all, and cultivators wouldn't care about such things at all.
However, the Nine Provinces are vast, and there are countless beautiful women, but spiritual energy is difficult to cultivate. Now, all the fallen stars are cultivators, and they feel that this spirit and this person are two beauties.
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Qingyu accompanied Fanxiang as they walked. Not far away was a medicine shop called Wuyi Pharmacy, whose signboard clearly read: "No doctor, but medicine; therefore, we invite doctors."
Qingyu: "What a strange name... They only sell medicinal herbs?"
Lin Fanxiang glanced around and saw that there weren't many people in the clinic. "It's probably because clinics usually have doctors, so there are a lot of people buying medicine and seeing doctors. This clinic... I guess only medical practitioners go in to buy medicinal herbs, so there are fewer people."
“It’s quite unusual… Shall we go take a look?” Qingyu asked Lin Fanxiang, who nodded and the two of them entered the clinic.
The first thing you see is an old man with a white beard yawning and writing on a table—like a child in a school.
The surrounding area was filled with medicine cabinets and tables, but nothing else. There were no apprentices or shop assistants, and only one or two customers, carrying medicine boxes and pointing at the herbs while talking in hushed tones. They all seemed to be medical practitioners.
The old man seemed to sense someone entering the clinic. He straightened up, smoothed the papers, shook his cumbersome beard, and then lay down again, holding the pen like chopsticks, writing something on the paper.
"You can choose your own medicinal herbs and set your own prices. Once you've made your selection, please leave immediately. No noise is allowed."
Qingyu and Lin Fanxiang exchanged a glance—what an interesting clinic.
Once they entered the clinic, they followed the rules and didn't make a fuss.
Qingyu accompanied Fanxiang as they strolled around. The table was filled with various herbs—long-rooted, curly, and flower-shaped—all exuding a bitter medicinal aroma. Some were arranged haphazardly, yet in a certain orderly fashion, on different tables and in cabinets.
Fan Xiang whispered to Qing Yu, "These medicinal herbs look a bit messy, but they are all there, and the placement is quite thoughtful."
Qingyu looked curiously at the rows of medicinal herbs. "For example?"
"Look, that's ginseng over there, and that's five-spice powder on that table. You can't put the two together. Also, the floral herbs in the cabinet, like cloves and turmeric, should be kept far apart..."
"I really like it here, it's full of medicinal herbs."
Fan Xiang said softly, and Qing Yu nodded and smiled gently, "Then you choose, take your time, there's no rush."
They spoke softly and walked lightly, but somehow, the white-bearded old man raised his head, sniffed, lifted his eyelids, and looked at the girl in red with his old but clear eyes.
They are distinguished guests.
...
At some point, only the old man who owned the pharmacy and the young girls remained. Fan Xiang was focused on selecting medicinal herbs, occasionally pausing to think about something. Qing Yu was initially curious, but later became a little bored, so she wandered around to keep Fan Xiang company.
The girl happened to walk to the center of the hall. The old man with the white beard behind the table looked up at her. Qingyu met his gaze for a moment, and the old man gave a mysterious smile. The girl blinked and smiled slightly.
Why are you staring at her, you strange old man? Never mind, I'll just give you a polite smile.
She turned around and continued strolling, then turned back again in an instant.
The old man gave a mysterious smile.
Qingyu: "..."
No, what are you doing?
She looked the old man up and down with some curiosity. He had white hair and a white beard, wrinkled skin, but bright eyes. His white robe was covered in ink spots, especially on the sleeves, which looked like he had been writing while hunched over a table—and he was still smiling mysteriously…
Qingyu stepped forward and asked, "May I ask... what brings you here?"
The old man smiled mysteriously: "Young lady, you are a distinguished guest."
Qingyu smiled and said, "Oh."
The old man's smile faded; why wasn't this girl following the expected pattern?
Qingyu glanced at Fan Xiang over there. She was still organizing the medicinal herbs she had bought. It looked like she should be done soon. Qingyu took a step and prepared to go to Fan Xiang.
The old man jumped to his feet, shaking the table. "Wait, young lady!"
"Speak your mind."
Qingyu approached him, the girl crossing her arms and looking at this strange pharmacy owner with clear eyes, "You looked at me several times just now, and said I was a distinguished guest... do you know me?"
Uncle He let out a loud "Ha!" and said, "I don't know him!"
"but!"
His words were so witty that Qingyu stared at him speechlessly, wondering where this old man with such amusement came from.
Hearing the sound, Lin Fanxiang walked over, but before she could stand still, she heard Uncle He say, "I recognize the poison in your body!"
Qingyu raised an eyebrow. "You mean that? I already solved it, didn't I?"
Fan Xiang walked over, looking puzzled. "What kind of poison?"
She hadn't noticed anything unusual when she took Qingyu's pulse before.
Qingyu reassured her, "It happened a few years ago. It was just a minor poison, and I dealt with it a long time ago."
"Little Poison?!"
Uncle He spread his hands exaggeratedly, "Girl, that's the Frostbite Poison, the number one poison in Youzhou! It's still hidden in the Shangguan family's secret chamber!"
"May I ask how you cured the poison, young lady? In all of China, I have never seen anyone who could completely eliminate this poison!"
"Girl, tell your uncle!"
"Um... calm down."
Qingyu found his menacing appearance too frightening, so the girl tried to ease the tension, but then became somewhat puzzled.
"Detoxification is fine... but since you say the poison is completely gone, how did you know I was poisoned by the Cold Snow?"
Uncle He flicked his sleeves, then stood with his hands behind his back, slightly raising his chin.
"I have devoted my life to the study of medicine and have my own methods. Besides, this Cold Snow Poison... Alas, it is shameful to say that it is all in the past... Ah, ladies, you can just call me Uncle. Today, you don't need to pay for the medicine. Just tell me how you cured this poison."
The old man is hot and cold one minute and warm the next, but he seems to be living a lively life all by himself. Qingyu smiled and said, "It's not as complicated as you think."
"That cold snow poison was extremely cold and gloomy. I didn't think about how to cure it at the time, so I just soaked in the South China Sea for a while, and then I felt better."
Uncle He: "?"
"Where...to take a soak...what?"
Qingyu blinked, and the girl deliberately raised her voice: "In the South China Sea! Just soak for a while! And you'll be fine!"
Uncle He: Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Seeing Uncle He's somewhat shocked and absent-minded appearance, Qingyu sighed, "In the end, both medical and poison skills are aimed at a single life."
"You should just think of me as someone who died from this poison once, but then came back to life."
This statement sounds strange, but it seems to make some sense. One must be put in a life-or-death situation to survive. Whether human or demon, it's just one life. Life and death are predetermined by fate.
Fan Xiang held Qing Yu's hand. She heard Qing Yu's relaxed words, but felt a pang of sadness and anger. Han Xue Du, the official of Youzhou, was extremely ruthless.
Qingyu patted her hand reassuringly, then looked at Uncle He, who was still in a daze, "Uncle? Uncle! Hey! Someone's been poisoned!"
"I wasn't distracted!"
Uncle He waved his sleeve. The old man, who seemed to have grasped something, had reddened eyes. He sighed as he stared at Qingyu, then said...
"Today, the Wuyi Pharmacy has no connection with these two young ladies. Although I do not know the cause and effect between the young ladies and the Shangguan family, they have all been poisoned by the Cold Snow Poison, which is not a good karmic relationship..."
"Besides, young lady, this Cold Snow Poison..."
He paused, then bent down and rummaged in the hidden compartment under the table... but found nothing...
He gave an awkward smile, squatted down, and reached into the hidden compartment, rummaging around until he finally found it.
Uncle He got up, tossed a dusty book to... then, after thinking for a moment, tossed it to Lin Fanxiang. The old man sighed.
"The Shangguan family has countless insidious poisons, most of which are ancient formulas. Many of the new formulas nowadays are actually created by poison cultivators recruited by the Shangguan family and practiced in secret. As for this Cold Snow Poison, it was actually created by a master, but it was stolen by that scoundrel Shangguan, and he has not been able to get it back to this day. I am ashamed and indignant about the actions of the Shangguan family. I have devoted my life to writing down all the antidotes to the Shangguan family's insidious poisons in this book... Today, I will give it to the two young ladies to promote the light of righteousness!"
"Hiss... Ptooey... Ugh, this ash..."
The book was incredibly dusty. Qingyu waved away the dust in the air, while Fanxiang frowned slightly. The girl took the book and gently turned to the first and last pages—the first page, Shangguan Clan's Secret Poison, with the method of preparation above and the antidote below.
The last page lists the method for preparing the Cold Snow Poison, but leaves the solution blank.
Fan Xiang glanced at Qing Yu, who understood immediately. The young woman smiled and, without any hesitation, addressed Uncle He.
"Uncle?"
"Since you say we're destined to meet, let's be frank—was this Cold Snow Poison created by you?"
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Author's Note: ...I'm currently working on my pre-order book, and it's been making me quite sad. It doesn't feel like it's going to be a good romance story (not that my pre-order is bad, Ci Bao and Yan Zi are still a great couple, hehe [shy]). I'll just say it if I mention it. Anyway, the full book won't be abandoned. If you're interested, you can check out my pre-order [please]).
Okay, actually, I've been seeing other newbies' collections increasing on Kuku... my collection seems to have entered an ice age...
Enough! My next book will be about a wife-chasing-after-the-cremation scenario, a forced and domineering ten-man-for-one-woman affair, a villainous, lecherous, pseudo-skeletal man choking and grabbing women in love, I'll write and write and write, I refuse to believe I can't take it anymore! I also want a lively comment section, I also want amazing collections, I'll work hard, I'll write 'kuku', I'll go learn from the hook, I'll learn the golden three chapters... I... I... I... $*&？ $&%**～
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Okay, I'll write more later. Let's finish this pre-order book first. [Clown]
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