The red sun shines slantingly, and the afterglow is no longer so hot and dazzling. It falls from the top of the waterfall and falls on the water. The floating light is golden. The empty valley is silent. The two people on the side will be silent. A few withered yellow leaves are blown by the gentle breeze. It moves, falling from the trees, swaying to the water, like a small boat with leaves, going down the water, taking in the scenery of the mountains and osmanthus.
The sound of running water gradually sounded in his ears again, and the strong breath outside also returned to calm. Zhang Ling opened his eyes, and a feeling of pure and comfortable emerged spontaneously. Zhang Ling stood up and moved his fists and feet a few times, as if he was in Baihua Villa. The wonderful insights I had when drinking Baihua Brewing and listening to Baihuayin were just a little shallow and failed to reach that kind of transparent state.
Zhang Ling raised his head and looked at the sky, cupped his hands to Lu Qingci and said, "Cave Master, it's getting late today, so I'll go back first."
Lu Qingci nodded, and Zhang Ling turned and walked towards the Luoxia Cave at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Qingci looked at Zhang Ling's leaving figure and murmured: "You shouldn't have noticed anything, right?"
As soon as Lu Qingci turned around, a person fell from the cliff. A series of shadows followed him, like a flying dragon, falling slowly. The person who landed in front of Lu Qingci was a man in black wearing a mask.
Lu Qingci said respectfully: "Mr. Medical Sage, according to your instructions, I have taught him how to look in the mirror and observe the mind. You can no longer demolish my Yuxu Cave."
The medical sage looked straight at the direction Zhang Ling was going down the mountain. He couldn't help but smile knowingly when he was lost in thought. This shocked Lu Qingci. Before he saw the falling silver needle, he always thought that this medical sage should be He has a kind personality towards everyone, but when he saw the falling silver needle turning his paradise upside down, he no longer believed in the rumors in the world.
At first, I didn't know that the person in front of me was the legendary medical saint, but as soon as he saw me, he asked someone to hand over his secret knowledge. Even if you are a medical saint that everyone respects, you can't do such a robbery, right? Besides, isn’t it easier to talk and discuss?
When people reach old age, they will inevitably develop some stubborn diseases that are difficult to cure. The medical sage also saw at a glance the hidden injuries of his yin and yang pulses, and after a beating, he was given a candy. Teaching Zhang Ling the art of nourishing qi helped him solve the problem of conflicting meridians.
The medical sage waved his hand, and several silver needles flew out of his sleeves, inserting them into acupuncture points all over Lu Qingci's body. The embankments in his meridians were instantly cleared, and blood flowed unimpeded, and the feeling of backlog was gone. Lu Qingci cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master Medical Sage."
The medical sage chuckled and said, "Your method of looking in the mirror and observing your mind is even more strange than the qi-nourishing techniques of major sects."
Lu Qingci said carefully: "Mr. Medical Sage, I have something I don't know whether to ask or not?"
The medical sage said coldly: "If you don't want to ask, don't ask."
Lu Qingci immediately fell silent. What he wanted to ask was who Zhang Ling was that allowed the Medical Sage to treat him like this. Obviously, this was something he shouldn't ask, so he just stopped talking nonsense. After that, nothing happened. The Medical Sage After taking a few steps, he suddenly disappeared. Lu Qingci didn't bother to investigate further. He saw the doctor leave before he left.
After Zhang Ling found Song Linjie, they returned to Yu Mansion together. It was almost midnight when they arrived. Fortunately, Jinyu City is located in a prosperous area. Everyone can light lanterns and candles, and there is no curfew. Otherwise, it is hard to say if he will be arrested. .
Along the way, Zhang Ling looked at Song Linjie holding the Sky Forging Sword, looking slightly tired, and asked, "You are attacking someone again."
Song Linjie felt a little sleepy, his eyelids were a little sunken, and he yawned and said: "When I was walking around in Luoxia Cave, I happened to see a martial arts training ground. Many people were competing there, but they were all just showy. , I ran up on my own and fought with others for a whole day. They all said that Jinyu City is equivalent to half of the world of Chen State, but it is really a false name."
Zhang Ling shook his head and said with a smile: "The younger generation, whether they are martial arts geniuses or political talents, are either in the imperial court or in the academy on Kongyao Mountain. In this city, if you really want to find masters, you can only find those You are a guest in the big family."
Song Linjie suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Zhang Ling, I remember you said you wanted to treat me to a drink at Qingfeng Village. Now that you're in Jinyu City, don't deny it!"
Zhang Ling said helplessly: "Do you still remember this?"
Song Linjie chuckled and said, "I have inquired about it. There is one of the best restaurants in the capital in the east of the city, called Wating Pavilion, but I don't understand why it has such a strange name?"
Zhang Ling touched the banknotes in his sleeves and said with a wry smile: "When the rain hits the tiles and the tiles fall, listen to the gentle singing, and when you are drunk, the spring smoke relieves all your sorrows. This is because a bard once left such a poem there, the wine there After that, it sold for a sky-high price, haha, you really know how to choose the land!"
Song Linjie laughed and said: "Listening to what you said, I must try it."
When they walked to the Yu Mansion under the dim light, someone was left to open the door for them, but they were probably already asleep. In order not to disturb anyone, the two climbed over the wall and entered the mansion, only to see the old man Gu Pinghou moving a table. , put the already cold tea, and waited for them at the door with a lantern.
Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Senior, aren't you asleep yet?"
The old man stood up from the bench, beat his back, and laughed at himself: "As we get older, we really can't stand the hard work. Now that we are back, you should go and rest early."
On the next day, Song Linjie took Zhang Ling to Watinge early in the morning. Zhang Ling said drinking on an empty stomach would hurt his stomach, so the two bought two scallion pancakes on the roadside and ate them while walking.
When he arrived at the restaurant, Zhang Ling saw the plain and simple decoration of the restaurant. He thought the rumors were wrong and thought it was just an ordinary restaurant. He couldn't help but feel lucky for the money in his pocket. However, it wasn't until he entered that he realized that this was just an ordinary restaurant. Facade, walking inside turned out to be a huge courtyard, with running water specially brought in from elsewhere, dripping down from a high place, like the sound of rain. Zhang Ling immediately clenched the banknotes in his pocket again, and estimated Soon we will be separated from ourselves.
A waiter led them to one of the restaurants. There were few customers inside, but those who came were either rich or noble. The two of them walked up to the second floor and sat down at an empty table. The decoration of the whole restaurant was simple, but they knew the goods. One can tell at a glance that the tables and chairs here are made of fine rosewood, which costs tens of thousands of taels for just one restaurant.
There were only four tables of people around the two of them. Three of them were filled with old men. They looked like wealthy merchants and officials. The other table was filled with two young men. One of them moved slowly and had a calm personality. They sat opposite. One of them was relatively unconcerned, lying on the table, picking up a wine glass, pouring wine and drinking, without any regard for etiquette.
Then I saw an elegantly dressed middle-aged man walking up to Zhang Ling's table and politely asked, "What kind of wine would you two like?"
Just as Song Linjie was about to speak, Zhang Ling immediately stopped him and said, "Bring me a bottle of the cheapest wine."
As soon as these words came out, I immediately saw the elders at the three tables looking over with disdain. The one with the calm personality at the table of the two young men just smiled faintly and continued drinking. The one lying on the table heard After Zhang Ling said this, he spit out a mouthful of wine.
The middle-aged man still said politely: "The cheapest Xueshu wine, thirty taels per bottle, do you two need anything else?"
Zhang Ling swallowed his saliva instantly. It was no different from what he had thought before. This place was simply a money-burning den. He asked casually: "Do you have Baihua Brewing here?"
