"In my arms..."
Bai Wuyu reached out and took it out, and then his expression changed drastically. The spiritual stones that were still in his arms just now turned into a few ordinary stones in the blink of an eye, and the real spiritual stones disappeared.
"What's going on? Where is my spirit stone?"
Bai Wuyu kept rummaging around on his body, but still found nothing.
Ye Ling smiled bitterly and said: "Stop looking for it. It seems that we have been fooled. That person is the thief who stole the Fujiki bracelet. Since he can steal the bracelet from Xiaofan without anyone noticing, he can also do the same. To steal your spiritual stone, it's a pity that we neglected to take precautions and fell into his trap."
Bai Wuyu lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes: "I was too stupid. Not only did I not get back Xiaofan's Taoist tools, but I also lost so many spiritual stones all at once. It's all my fault!"
Wu Qing patted Bai Wuyu on the shoulder and advised: "Don't blame yourself. You are not to blame for this. The only fault is that the thief is too cunning and difficult to detect."
Jiang Fan also said: "That's right. It doesn't matter if I can't get it back this time. The rattan bracelet was left by my master and it must belong to me, so I will find it eventually. Xiaobai, don't blame yourself. Maybe I will need your help then." Woolen cloth!"
Bai Wuyu rubbed his eyes and cursed: "That nasty thief will definitely not end well!"
"Aju——"
In Kuihu's car, the man who had just escaped rubbed his nose and said, "Who is cursing me?"
However, having just earned ten pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones, his mood immediately improved. He took out a dozen "vine wood bracelets" from his arms and said to himself: "I didn't expect that someone would really be fooled. It seems that this time it can be a big success." Make a fortune!"
Kuihu took him in the car and headed north of the city...
…
Although I didn't get back the Fujiki bracelet, I also lost the spirit stone, which was frustrating. But Ye Ling and others still had business to attend to. After all, Ye Ling was injured and they didn't dare to delay for a moment.
Several people passed by this busy city and walked up to the door of Zuixianju.
The two doors are open, and the bluestone steps in front of the door are rising step by step. Looking up, the carved eaves reflect the sun and the painted buildings fly into the clouds. The three characters "Zui Xianju" are placed in the center, with phoenixes dancing and dragons flying, and a gold and black plaque.
On both sides of the doorposts, there are 10,000 steeds, with a couplet hanging on them: "The four seas are used as a cup, and the universe in the pot is used to open up the beautiful scenery of the drunken country; brewing the Tianhe River to make wine, holding a cup of spring and autumn, attracting the hidden fairyland."
There was a waiter standing in front of the door. When he saw several distinguished guests, he stopped and laughed: "Guests, please come in quickly. It's noon and the wine is in full swing!"
Although Ye Ling and others were not here to eat, they needed to go in first to find someone, so they climbed up the steps and entered the main entrance.
What comes into view is a large courtyard with a dining table for the Eight Immortals, surrounded by close friends and relatives. There was a lot of laughter on that side, and there was a lot of heart-to-heart talk here. The people coming and going are the waiters serving food and wine, and the ones standing nearby are the wanderers who sing and perform their crafts. It is the place where the fireworks in the world are at their most flourishing, where all kinds of things are happening.
In the middle, there is a carved wooden staircase leading upstairs. Zuixianju has a total of thirty-three floors, imitating the number of the thirty-three heavens in the upper world. Except for the first floor where people from the market are greeted, the rest of the floor is full of elegant single rooms with external cloisters. Most of them are monks or wealthy people.
Wu Qing looked around and said to Ye Ling: "This place is bigger and more lively than Dongshun Tower!"
Ye Ling nodded. Dongshun Tower is no more than a common restaurant in Yunlan Town. How can it be compared with this place? It is simply a world of difference.
A waiter came up and said with a smile: "Please come upstairs and invite us to serve tea in the private room!"
Jiang Fan waved his hand and said, "We are just looking for someone, not for a meal."
The waiter nodded and said: "In that case, please help yourself. If you need anything, just say hello." After that, he turned around and went to work.
Bai Wuyu asked: "Xiao Fan, the miracle doctor you are talking about is not in this hall, right? Most of the people here are mortals, and there are very few monks here!"
Jiang Fan waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, the miracle doctor I'm talking about is definitely in this hall. He doesn't have the money to go upstairs!"
With that said, Jiang Fan started looking around in the hall. However, his eyes were only looking at the edges and corners, and he didn't look at the crowd of diners at all.
Wu Qing and the other three looked at each other, and Ye Ling said, "Maybe he is another interesting person!"
After searching for a long time, Jiang Fan couldn't find anyone. He came back and frowned: "It's strange. Logically speaking, he should be here at this hour!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion on the second floor, and a woman screamed: "What's going on in your Drunken Fairyland? Why are you in the mood to drink with a beggar blocking the door? Why don't you get rid of him quickly!"
"Yes, yes, Madam, please calm down Thunder's Fury. The money for this meal will be paid for by Zuixianju. I will take him away right now!"
"Hurry up, it's really dirtying the slave's eyes!"
At the stairs, an old man in brocade clothes asked two waiters to carry one person down the stairs.
The waiter asked: "Uncle Zhang, who is this man? He wears rags and comes to my Zuixianju to get drunk every day. He has never paid for his drinks. Why don't you care?"
The old man sighed and said: "This is the order from our shopkeeper, saying not to be disrespectful to this old man, and if he wants to drink, let him do whatever he wants. I don't know the reason for this!"
"It's true for our shopkeeper, this is not the principle of doing business!"
The old man said: "But today is strange. In the past, this old man was always downstairs and never set foot upstairs. What happened today?"
"You have to push your limits!" The waiter in front curled his lips and said, "I have seen this kind of people too many times. You can't treat him well if you stick to his nose and face. In the end, it is us who will suffer."
"Okay, don't complain. Carry him to the corner downstairs to rest. You can go and do your work. When he wakes up, he will leave naturally."
The two guys carried him down. As soon as they got down the stairs, Jiang Fan ran over, looked at the drunken man and said, "You made it easy for me to find him!"
After hearing this, the waiter asked: "Why, this young man knows this drunk old man?"
"We are old acquaintances," Jiang Fan nodded with a smile and said, "You go ahead and do your work. Just leave him to me!"
The waiter certainly didn't want to worry about this drunk old man. Not to mention how drunk he was, he was slovenly and had a strange smell from afar, making him want to avoid him.
So the waiter put him under the stairs, handed him to Jiang Fan, and went about their business.
The old man in Jinyi didn't say much when he saw it. After all, the shopkeeper had told him not to meddle in the old man's affairs.
Jiang Fan smiled slightly and said to the drunken old man: "Senior, I have found you!"
…
"Where has this Xiaofan gone? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
Bai Wuyu squatted on the ground, holding his face in his hands, looking very impatient.
Wu Qing put Ye Ling down and sat side by side against the wall, waiting for Jiang Fan.
After some time, Wu Qing stood up in a hurry and said, "Xiaofan is back!"
Bai Wuyu and Ye Ling also looked up and saw Jiang Fan walking towards them, followed by a shaky and slovenly old man.
Ye Ling looked carefully and saw this old man: "
Wandering steps, blurred eyes, crooked as if crazy. He didn't comb his hair or wash his face, and his hair was unkempt and his clothes were in tatters. Breathing out the smell of wine, showing off his silver beard, the sky and the earth are wide without worries. You are free all day long, no one cares about you, and you have no worries or worries. Smile, laugh, it’s difficult, there are not many good things and not many bad things. If you don't want to be happy outside of yourself, why bother spending money on drinks in this world. To wake up is to be drunk, to be drunk is to be awake, to wake up is to be drunk and to be gone. On the long journey to Nankemeng, who knows that there is a true immortal in the drunkenness. "
Coming closer, Jiang Fan said: "This is the miracle doctor I told you, Senior Cong Zhongxiao!"
The old man's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and he said vaguely: "I am not laughing in the bush, I am a fairy in wine~"
The old man grinned and exhaled a strong smell of alcohol, which made Bai Wuyu and Wu Qing frown.
Bai Wuyu was puzzled: "Xiao Fan, do you think this sloppy, drunk old man can save my senior brother? Are you as drunk as him?"
Jiang Fan said: "He is really a miracle doctor, my master said so!"
Jiang Fan has always listened to his master's words most in his life. Whatever his master has said, he takes it as his guide. Since master said that Cong Zhongxiao is a miracle doctor, it must be true.
Cong Zhongxiao suddenly raised his head and asked: "Am I a miracle doctor? Yes... hahaha... I am a miracle doctor... a miracle doctor..."
As he spoke, his head lowered again.
Bai Wuyu patted his forehead helplessly: "If he were a miracle doctor, the Medicine King Valley would be closed down. How can he cure diseases and save people like this?"
"Save people?" Cong Zhongxiao heard the word "save people" and raised his head again, asking: "Who? Who... needs me to save? I'm sure the medicine will... cure the disease!"
Bai Wuyu and Wu Qing looked at each other in silence.
Ye Ling, on the other hand, cupped his hands and said, "This junior is poisoned. Please ask your seniors to help!"
"Let me see..." Cong Zhongxiao approached Ye Ling, spit out a few mouthfuls of alcohol, then waved his hands and walked out swaying:
"Hopeless!"
