Chapter 1122 What did we eat?
In the end, Song Chunxue did not allow Master Han to take her pulse.
Anyway, his master will tell him the specifics of the situation.
"Alright, it's nothing. You all go back and rest. I'll play a couple of games of chess with my junior brother." The Moon-Accompanying Immortal gently urged everyone to go back.
Although Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng had many questions in their hearts, they still obediently went back.
They sat under the pomegranate tree by the garden and chatted happily.
Tudan'er and Wuji went to mess with the stubborn donkey.
"Stubborn donkey, I've given you something delicious. See? It's wheat seedlings."
Wuji grabbed Tudan'er by the back of his collar, "You actually pulled up your master's wheat seedlings, are you itching for a beating?"
Tu Dan'er broke free from his grasp, "Don't worry about it, I didn't pull out many, just a few. If you want to complain, go ahead."
Wuji kicked him in annoyance, "Do you think I'm like you, always complaining?"
"Get away." Tu Dan'er pushed him away. "The stubborn donkey has run away."
Changfeng and Changyun each held a piece of potato. Juelü took a bite, looking very reluctant, and then turned to Tudan'er.
Wuji grabbed his neck, "How dare you talk like that? You have such a bad temper."
“Where am I short-tempered?” Tu Dan’er said irritably. “Who asked you to lecture me?”
"..." Saying that pulling up wheat is a lesson is too much. When did this person become so pretentious?
"It was my fault, I shouldn't have said that to you, but don't you think that Master and Uncle have gained a lot this time? We should also hurry up and make progress."
Tu Dan'er turned to stare at him, "You people from the capital are starting to work hard too."
Wuji punched him on the head, "Try talking nonsense."
“I also suddenly feel a bit anxious. When will we be able to be like them, able to go to heaven with our grandmaster and see what it's like there’s a completely different world?” Tu Dan’er threw down the hay he was holding. “I’m going up the mountain to meditate and practice my sword. Are you coming?”
"Go ahead, are you still going to that pavilion?"
"Let's go to the cave today. It's cooler there, and the spiritual energy is more abundant." Tu Dan'er took out his short sword, circled it in the air, and then returned it to his hand.
"You're training him too?" Wuji took out his own. "Let's go see if he can carry people now."
Changyun turned his head and said, "Hey, where are you two going? Take me with you. Why are you two always so secretive?"
Changfeng grabbed his collar and said, "Why are you going to join in the fun? If you're bored, you can go find Ye Bai. They clearly don't want to take you. You're too clumsy; you can't even keep up with climbing trees."
Changyun was puzzled. "When have I ever held you back?"
"Don't you know that Wuji and Tudan'er have never liked playing with us?"
"Why?" Changyun asked doubtfully. "Our skills aren't that much worse than Wuji's, are they?"
"Why do you need to ask who you don't want to play with? You should go back and refine your pills." Changfeng patted the stubborn donkey's neck. "I'll go brush the stubborn donkey's back."
Changyun had no doubts. "That's right, Master just sealed a lot of medicinal herbs for me. I need to go back and try them out. The pills I wanted to refine were missing a few crucial ingredients, and it seems that Master brought them all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Changyun disappeared without a trace.
Ye Bai came down the steps and played with pebbles aimlessly. "Master and my uncles are back. I'm not in the mood to practice swordsmanship. How about we go and help Changfeng refine pills later? Let's refine a few more Youth Preservation Pills, shall we?"
Changfeng laughed, "You look quite young, in the prime of your life, why do you want that pill?"
"It's better to be prepared. People always get old, and I don't want to look older than my master in a few years."
Changfeng nodded, "That's true. We can save them up first, but most of them need to be given to Master and Lord Xie. They will soon be getting married, and fellow Daoists from other sects will come to witness the ceremony, so we should pay attention to our appearance."
"Let's go then."
Changfeng forgot what he had just said, abandoned the stubborn donkey, and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, the stubborn donkey ran up to him and knocked him to the ground.
"Hey, stubborn donkey, what are you doing!"
Ye Bai laughed out loud, "Because you just said you were going to brush someone's back."
The stubborn donkey actually stamped its hooves and nodded, glancing at him sideways.
Changfeng was overjoyed. "Yes, yes, Grandpa Donkey, oh no, Grandpa Horse, don't worry, we'll brush your back first and then we'll go refine the pills."
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As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this time, Song Chunxue was quite careful.
Although she didn't quite understand what they were saying, it seemed that Xie Zheng shouldn't expend his physical strength and spiritual energy.
She'd better stay away from him.
Therefore, Song Chunxue washed up in her own room before coming to Xie Zheng's room that evening.
Xie Zheng leaned against the headboard, holding the book upside down.
"You've arrived." Upon seeing Song Chunxue, he immediately closed his book. "I thought you wouldn't come tonight."
Song Chunxue placed the candle on the table, saying, "Knowing you were waiting for me, how could I not come?"
She threw back the covers and sat on the bed. "If I don't come, will you come looking for me?"
"Probably not," Xie Zheng answered truthfully. "Perhaps you don't want me to come."
"That's not necessarily true. Sometimes I actually wish you would come to me first." As she spoke, Song Chunxue grasped his wrist. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Xie Zheng reached out and took her hand. "Come here."
He pulled Song Chunxue into his arms. "I'm not made of buckwheat flour. I've been practicing swordsmanship these past few days. I haven't felt unwell, just an occasional headache."
"Then have something to eat," Song Chunxue said, placing a cloyingly sweet pastry near his lips. "Try it."
Xie Zheng laughed. "You knew?"
"The soup was too salty that day. I only realized it later. You don't eat salt as much as I do, but you drank it all without any expression that day. Something must be wrong."
Xie Zheng nodded, "He is a little slow, but he is gradually recovering, so you don't need to worry."
Xie Zheng got up and took out a plate of bright green plums from a small basket on the table. The plums were juicy and had a yellowish sheen, and they were at their best.
It's sweet and sour and very delicious; Song Chunxue loves eating this kind of food the most.
"Where did you come from?" Song Chunxue took a bite, one eye wrinkling up. "It's so sour, you eat it."
"I don't like them." Xie Zheng can be jealous, but he can't stand sour plums.
His stomach simply can't hold that stuff.
"The first bite was really sour, but the second bite was okay. You really don't want to eat it?" As she spoke, Song Chunxue had already finished the whole thing in no time.
Xie Zheng felt a pang of sympathy and instinctively pressed his cheek, saying, "Eat slowly, eating less will upset your stomach."
"Hmm, no problem up to ten." Song Chunxue sat cross-legged, enjoying her meal.
Xie Zheng looked at her increasingly dark hair and increasingly smooth face, and thought to himself that his master was still biased. On the surface, he said that he was giving her the Youth Preservation Pill, but in fact he was giving Song Chunxue more.
She has a good constitution, and after taking just two pills, the effect is very noticeable; the skin above her eyes gradually becomes tighter and smoother.
"Ah Xue, you're getting better and better. You look even more radiant today. What did you eat behind my back?" He rested his chin on his hand and looked at her closely.
Song Chunxue only believed half of his actions, saying, "Didn't I bring it back for you? It will make you look better if you eat it."
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