Fifty-nine borrows thousands of years to come
Thirteen years later.
The scenery of Ranchuan remains the same, and the rays of light are still as before.
Wei Qi would not get up so early to see the scenery. There were many mountains in Chengxiao Sect, and the powerful people lived far away from each other. A medical cultivator like him who was afraid of the cold would rather hide in a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain than build pavilions and towers on a hilltop made of piled stones like those sword cultivators who had nothing to do after eating.
Before leaving, he instructed Yang Qingmei to look after the house. They were to spray the "Liuli Cao" with medicine at noon today. This herb had rather strange habits, requiring different watering and fertilizing times than others, and caring for it required meticulousness and patience. Fortunately, Yang Qingmei was a capable woman. Although she was born a daughter of a wealthy family, she wasn't immune to hardship. Zhang Ri'an's condition was also improving day by day. After the two of them shared their souls, although Ri'an's soul wasn't his own, with the Liuli Cao and other medicines, he had regained some consciousness and was able to move freely. He was much better than the unconscious corpse he had been when he first arrived.
Wei Qi has confidence in his medical skills, but there are countless lives and deaths in this world, and fate is impermanent. Not everything can be saved, and not everything can be cured.
Kuxue Peak isn't the most scenic spot in Somechuan, but it's the highest. They say the higher you go, the colder it gets. Here, the wind and snow are fierce, never stopping. Snow covers the mountain year-round, and the path is steep, requiring everyone to be careful not to slip on the frosted stone steps. What was the owner thinking? He had to set up a barrier at the top, preventing any attack by formations. The only way up was to climb the steps, step by step, on foot.
He really values his life more than a doctor. Is he so afraid that someone will cut his neck with a knife in the middle of the night?
Wei Qi thought about who lived here and sighed again.
That one. Okay then.
No matter how nervous Yan Yanshu was, it was understandable.
The stone steps came to an end, where an invisible barrier opened up. Outside the barrier, there was still wind and snow, but inside the barrier, it was completely different. It was lush and green, and it was like spring all year round. Surrounded by spring water, the buildings were painted vermilion and decorated with golden bells. Peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the falling petals were swirling with the flowing water, which was a pleasant sight.
Wei Qi held the pass token in his hand, thinking that he would have to wait for the mechanical puppet to come and collect him as usual - Yan Yanshu learned all these messed up things from Lu Yinche. How could such a good swordsman change his career to become a carpenter? If the founder of Cheng Xiaozong knew about it, he would definitely give Lu Yinche a couple of sword strikes.
But when I think about the fact that Yan Yanshu was recruited by Lu Yinche to learn swordsmanship, I let it go.
The dignified Sword Saint Feng Ling has already reached a level where there is no room for improvement in the way of the sword. If he is forced to practice, won't he ascend to heaven on the spot?
Wei Qi waited for a while, but it was Yan Yanshu himself who came.
He was still dressed in white with silver patterns on the sleeves. A nimble little deer could be vaguely seen eating grass. It looked lively and cute, which did not quite match the cold temperament of Yan Yanshu.
Wei Qi pretended not to notice. He asked, "Why did you come in person?"
Yan Yanshu took a chisel and said, "Chisel the stone on the edge, a few steps away."
Wei Qi followed him around the stone mountain and saw the half-man-high stone he pointed to. On it, the outlines of a few words could be seen. They were "Clouds fill the stream", a name that Lu Yinche had dug out from poetry. He had long ago urged Yan Yanshu to build a courtyard and pavilions for Kuxue Peak, and now it finally took shape.
"He's become a stonemason." Wei Qi shook his head and saw the stone hammer placed on the ground. He felt that it was a good thing that it was not carved with the Qianyuan Sword, otherwise he would have fainted on the spot because of the waste of resources.
Yan Yanshu didn't bring Wei Qi into the house, but let him rest for a while in the pavilion next to the stream. A strange-looking wooden puppet, its head shaking, served tea and snacks. Its eyes were inlaid with stone, probably something Lu Yinche had picked up at some point. They were of different sizes and not even very round.
Wei Qi had complained about this thing a long time ago. You captured the people from the ghost cave, but why didn't you get that superb puppet technology? They can even create a sword master's face one-to-one. Is it so difficult for you to create a human-like one?
Lu Yinche smiled maliciously, saying that he had tried his best to teach, but Yan Yanshu's level of teaching was not good enough. Yan Yanshu gave him face in front of others and looked at him with a gentle expression.
"What's so good about being human? Look at the dogs in the village. They have nothing to do but enjoy the breeze and the sun. They feel so comfortable too."
Wei Qi said, "Then you can be a dog."
Anyway, Lu Yinche is thick-skinned and is never afraid of what they say.
Although the puppet's appearance was not very coordinated, its hands were steady when holding the tea tray, and the tea it brewed was very fragrant. It was made with one or two medicinal herbs to suit Wei Qi's taste, which really pleased him. After taking a sip, he asked, "Is he not awake yet?"
Yan Yanshu looked at the window that was only slightly open and smiled: "It's my fault."
Wei Qicai didn't want to be a dog, so he waved to the Sword Saint: "It's already noon, hurry up."
Yan Yanshu turned and went back inside. The renovated building was warm and cozy. Beneath each floor tile was a formation meticulously carved. The spiritual energy flowing through it was no less intense than in any other immortal realm. The temperature was even higher than on a spring day outside. In such an environment, it was hard not to feel deeply sleepy, and in a daze, you could close your eyes and dream about Zhou Gong.
Only the Sword Master's eyes were clear. He had long since put down the stone chisel with which he was carving, taken off his outer shoes, and walked across the linen carpet as silently as a cat, taking care not to disturb the unopened bud in the vase on the table.
The bedroom door was not closed but half open, revealing a bed with a curled-up figure clutching a silk quilt. The sleeping posture could only be described as a mess, occupying the entire bed at an angle.
But what does it matter?
Everything here belongs to him.
Including me. Yan Yanshu walked in and lowered his eyelashes.
His left hand rested on the edge of the bed, and his right hand gently stroked the sleeping person's face.
"Are you up? Wei Qi is here and wants to take your pulse today."
Lu Yinche's eyelids twitched slightly, and he frowned with his eyes closed. Yan Yanshu was about to touch his brow. He waved his hand, sloppily dressed in a white midriff, displeasedly, deflecting Yan Yanshu's move and casually throwing a pillow at him, not caring who the Sword Saint was.
Yan Yanshu caught the thing he threw to him, put it beside the bed, looked at him, tested the temperature of the emerald green kettle on the bedside, then left the room and returned to the pavilion in the yard.
Seeing that he was alone, Wei Qi knew that he would return in vain. He laughed and said, "Waking up the sleeping god is not an easy job."
Yan Yanshu didn't agree with him, but just said, "Let him be. Wait a little longer? He should be up in half an hour."
This is the experience summed up many times.
What could the unfortunate doctor Wei Qi do? Outside, a consultation from him would be worth a fortune, but here, he had to wait patiently to take someone's pulse. Such was the nature of the world. Once you'd gotten involved with a trouble like Lu Yinche, you couldn't get away from him no matter what.
Yan Yanshu knew Lu Yinche well, and sure enough, after just two cups of tea, the door suddenly opened and a man rubbing his eyes walked out.
Wei Qi took a look and saw that this tattered mat-like body had grown taller and was now covered with a coat. He muttered, "Isn't the day over yet? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wei Qi was so angry that he laughed: "You still want to hold on?"
Lu Yinche sobered up a bit, put on his usual smile, and stepped forward. Yan Yanshu, always spoiling him, immediately reached out his hand. Lu Yinche, using the momentum, refused to walk on the stone path, insisting on climbing over the railing and picking at the tea on the table. "This is too bitter, it smells like medicine."
"Concentrate your mind and let go of Lianxin." Wei Qi just felt that he didn't know the value of the thing.
Lu Yinche glanced and said, "Whoever wants Qingxin, it's not me anyway, you give it to him."
Yan Yanshu remained silent.
"You've really come a long way. You even dare to yell in front of the Sword Master," Wei Qi said meaningfully. "The land of gentleness really wears down one's will."
Lu Yinche waved his hand. "I don't have any big ambitions. I just like staying at home. That's fine, that's fine. Why don't you ask the Sword Saint if he has any opinions?"
Yan Yanshu: “No.”
Wei Qi's teeth clenched, thinking, "You don't have any ambitions like this? Will Tianmen agree? Will the Immortal Alliance agree?" He didn't want to continue his ramblings, so he asked Lu Yinche to reach out and feel his pulse. He looked fine today, much better than when he was still unconscious. This state of mind had lasted for several years, very stable.
Stable to the point of being unusual.
"Are you okay?" Lu Yinche retracted his hand. "We agreed that even if I need to take medicine, I'll just give you something sweet or a pill and swallow it."
How could Wei Qi not know him? He just told him to go and have fun.
Yan Yanshu watched Lu Yinche walk back, yawning, probably going to make peace with his bed again.
Always sleepy.
But fortunately, he will wake up.
That's enough.
Yan Yanshu looked at his back.
Wei Qi and Yan Yanshu didn't have much to talk about. It was always about Lu Yinche, about his youth, about his interesting stories, about his complaints and bad habits, or about his current injuries and illness, and his uncertain future.
The doctor took a sip of tea, and then, his face turned serious as he wiped away the memories of the past. "Are you still going to do this?"
Yan Yanshu glanced at him, neither light nor heavy: "How is it?"
"It's better to let go than dwell on this," Wei Qi shook his head, "You could have left a long time ago. How long can you last if you suppress your realm merits and stay in this world?"
Yan Yanshu said, "You shouldn't say that."
His face darkened slightly, and the surrounding scenery seemed to sense something. The wind stopped blowing, the water slowed down, and the pleasant sound of birds singing disappeared. The spring spirit was fading.
Wei Qi was not afraid of him: "You can't disperse your cultivation, nor can you go any further. If you suppress it, even you can't hold on for long."
"So did his teacher."
"Xiaoyao Sanren has let it go, can you let it go too?"
"I can't." He said frankly, looking into Wei Qi's eyes, with nothing in them, "I can't leave him."
Wei Qi knew he would say that and shook his head: "But he has already left you."
"You know, if you borrow Qianqiu, you always have to return it."
A sudden gust of cold wind blew, unceremoniously dropping ice chips into the once warm cup, instantly muddying the flavor of a sip of hot tea. The surrounding pavilions and terraces remained the same, the small bridge and flowing water as usual, only a little colder, a little frozen, a little quieter.
Yan Yanshu seemed unaware and drank the cup of tea.
He stared at the empty teacup.
Wei Qi's voice still lingered in his ears: "You know he is a person who will always move forward. He will not stay here."
Judging from Yan Yanshu's expression, it's hard to tell if he took his words to heart. But it's true. Someone like Zhang Ri'an might awaken again, but not Lu Yinche. He's not one to dwell on the past. He's always been the most proactive. When he thinks of something, he goes back to do it, like his sword, unwavering and unstoppable.
"Go away." Yan Yanshu said.
Wei Qi glanced at him, his eyes solemn and regretful, which was the expression he would make, but his figure disappeared on the spot.
The whistling wind blew his fragments away. A moment later, the barrier that protected against the wind and snow was reformed. The water continued to flow, the birds chirped sweetly, and a golem with two different eyes scurried over to refill the tea, tilting its head as if wondering why there was an extra teacup.
Is the borrowed Qianqiu not still Qianqiu?
Is the A Che he imagined not A Che anymore?
No.
He knew, of course he knew.
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