Chapter 139: A Drink and a Peck
It’s not that he doesn’t want to fly away, but he can’t fly away. Even Gong Mengbi can’t fly away even if he rides the wind.
Although walking was slow, it was stealthy, and with Gong Mengbi dispelling the aura, it was safer. However, walking would take longer, and Meng Hua's injuries also needed urgent attention.
Gong Mengbi found a valley sheltered from the wind and placed Menghua there.
Wen Mengchun hurried over to feed him some medicine, including some body-strengthening pills, qi-nourishing pills, and spirit-nourishing pills.
Meng Hua swallowed them one by one without changing his expression. Apart from a few twitchings on his face, he didn't have any other reaction. But at the end, he couldn't help but persuade: "Junior brother, if it doesn't work, try coating it with sugar next time. It's still a bit bitter."
Wen Mengchun comforted him, "Good medicine tastes bitter. Even Master has praised the efficacy of my medicine. It doesn't matter if it tastes a little bit bad."
The corner of Menghua's eye twitched, but he didn't say anything more. He just concentrated on regulating his breathing and healing his injuries to avoid damaging his foundation.
After Menghua entered into a state of meditation, he was hardly disturbed by external forces. Wen Mengchun breathed a sigh of relief and said bitterly, "It's all because of my low ability that I let my senior brother get hurt like this."
Wen Mengchun’s skills in Taoism are not low, but his fighting skills are weak.
I haven't seen him for a few days. Meng Hua has advanced from the eighth rank to the seventh rank, and Wen Mengchun has advanced from the ninth rank to the eighth rank. He is an eighth rank Taoist, but judging by his appearance, he may not be able to defeat the Yaksha ghost.
Gong Mengbi consoled him, "Everyone has their own expertise. Fellow Daoist Wen is an expert in alchemy, which is already quite remarkable."
Wen Mengchun pulled his hair and said, "There really isn't enough time. I've been practicing Taoism for three years now. Besides refining Qi, I've also been refining pills. I really don't have time to practice magic."
Gong Mengbi was still shocked. Reaching the eighth level in three years was an extremely incredible speed.
Although Gong Mengbi seemed to have reached the eighth rank in a single year, he had spent the previous ten years outside the mainstream, and only just reached the rank this year. He also had the Wishing Tree gathering his magical power, and the Tongtian Method helping him comprehend magic, which is why he has achieved his current abilities.
Wen Mengchun, on the other hand, was able to reach the eighth rank in just three years purely based on his talent. This was an extremely amazing endowment.
Gong Mengbi said: "After practicing for a longer time, you will naturally get it."
Gong Mengbi's various tricks were all acquired during his long period as a wandering monk. This accumulation allowed him to develop his skills, but the reason for this accumulation was that his cultivation had not improved, so he could only study other things to make up for it.
Wen Mengchun was comforted by him. He looked at Gong Mengbi and asked, "Why did my master appear in the Small Holy Temple?"
Gong Mengbi looked at Yashagui and said, "Brother Xiang, you should tell the story."
Wen Mengchun looked at Yakshagui again. Yakshagui scratched his head and said, "It's a long story."
He recounted how he discovered the abnormality of the little statue, how he invited Gong Mengbi to come, how he received instruction from True Man Huolong, and how he was finally accepted as a disciple by True Man Huolong.
Wen Mengchun was filled with worry when he learned that Fire Dragon Master had been severely injured. However, upon hearing that Yaksha Ghost had been accepted as his disciple, he became happy again: "Doesn't that mean you are my junior apprentice brother?"
Xiang Qian called his senior brother, who was younger but joined earlier, "Senior Brother" in a principled manner.
Wen Mengchun laughed and said, "When Senior Brother wakes up, I will definitely tell him the good news."
Wen Mengchun rummaged through his sleeve pouch and sighed, "There's nothing good left. I've almost used up all the usable pills along the way. Junior Brother Xiang, I'll open a furnace specifically for you next time."
Xiang Qian shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about this."
Wen Mengchun said, "Yes. My master and senior brothers gave me gifts when I was initiated, and I want to make up for yours."
Wen Mengchun has a baby face but is very serious and has a sincere heart.
Gong Mengbi knew that he had great talent, but the fact that he could reach the eighth rank in three years was not only due to his good talent, but also because of his good character.
From this point of view, Xiang Qian is very similar to Wen Mengchun to some extent.
When Menghua woke up, Wen Mengchun repeated what Xiang Qian had said. Menghua looked at Yakshagui and said, "I have seen Junior Brother Xiang privately several times. Junior Brother has a simple and honest character. No wonder Master is willing to accept you."
Xiang Qian felt a little dumbfounded when he heard the praise.
Menghua asked again, "Master told us to go to Zhenshan to seek refuge with Master Yuanming, but didn't tell us to go see him?"
Xiang Qian shook his head and said, "Master just asked Brother Gong and I to escort you to the mountain."
Meng Hua showed worry, but decided to follow the Fire Dragon Taoist's decision. "Alright, if we go, I'm afraid we'll just be a burden. Meng Chun, give the Azure Dragon Creation Pill to Junior Brother Xiang."
Wen Mengchun's eyes lit up and he took out a jade box and handed it to Xiang Qian.
Meng Hua said, "The Azure Dragon Creation Pill was originally a magical pill that my master, entrusted by Master Ye Tianshi, and Master Yuanming made at the Zhenshan Yujing for the emperor. It was supposed to help him live a long and healthy life without illness or disaster. However, the emperor died before the pill was completed, and it has been kept with Meng Chun ever since. Now that my master has encountered great adversity, this pill may help him refine his body."
Xiang Qian carefully put it away and said, "I will definitely send it to Master."
Meng Hua said, "Every sip and every bite is predestined. Junior brother, I leave the master to you."
Xiang Qian felt the heavy responsibility, but his back straightened even more.
Meng Hua then took out a thumb-sized piece of divine iron from his sleeve pouch and handed it to Xiang Qian, saying, "Brother, you can do nothing but fly a sword. I only have a piece of Tianchen gold left over from your sword training. You can use it to refine your steel fork and give it a spiritual charm."
Xiang Qian took the sacred iron and hid it carefully as well.
Menghua rested for a night and recovered about four or five points with the help of Wen Mengchun's bitter medicine.
The group did not wait any longer but continued to move forward.
The cold of winter is like cutting flesh and scraping bones.
Several people hid their bodies and covered themselves with mirage beads, and went to Zhenshan.
It’s strange to say, I don’t know if the enemies chasing them gave up or went in the wrong direction, but they never came back.
Even Menghua practiced while walking and gradually recovered completely.
Wen Mengchun was happy and said, "This way we can get to Zhenshan smoothly and find Mr. Yuanming safely."
But Gong Mengbi and Menghua did not feel such joy. Instead, their expressions became more solemn. When they arrived not far from Zhenshan, they looked up and saw the continuous mountain ranges with dense pine and bamboo like green clouds.
"We can't go any further," Gong Mengbi said. "If we go any further, we might just walk into a trap."
Wen Mengchun was puzzled: "We have already reached Zhenshan, how dare he still act so presumptuously here?"
Gong Mengbi said, "Mr. Yuanming and his family aren't the only ones guarding the mountain. Mr. Yuanming doesn't know we're coming. If they're ambushed, I'm afraid we'll be in trouble the moment we get there."
Meng Hua said, "Brother Gong is right. He chased us from the Imperial Capital to Shanyin and never lost us all the way. He certainly won't lose us now and give up now."
Gong Mengbi nodded and said, "Since it's not behind, it must be in front. Brother Meng, we should have a good discussion."
The four of them stopped in the woods less than five miles outside the town of Mount Zhen.
But soon, three people set out again and hid in the mountain.
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