Balala the Magic Fairy

In the Grand View Garden, spring is in full swing, peach blossoms are like clouds, and willow branches are swaying gently. In this place of cultivating immortals, everything has spirituality, even the falling flowers and flowing water seem to be whispering about endless immortal fate.

Although Zhen Huan is already a married woman, she still has an unfinished love in her heart. Wen Shichu, the imperial physician in the past, had an engagement with her. They were childhood sweethearts and had a deep affection for each other.

However, fate plays tricks on people. An unexpected event causes Zhen Huan to marry into the Grand View Garden and marry Yinzhen.

Wen Shichu was reluctant to let go, but he could only hide his deep affection deep in his heart.

On this day, Wen Shichu found an excuse to enter the Grand View Garden. He was wearing a blue shirt, holding a medicine box, with a faint smile on his face, but he could not hide the melancholy in his eyes. He knew very well that this trip was not for diagnosis, but to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Zhen Huan was strolling in the garden, wearing a lavender long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, like a blooming violet.

Her eyes fell on a peach blossom in the garden. The petals fluttered in the wind and landed in her hair, and her heart couldn't help but feel ripples.

"Noble Concubine Xi, the spring scenery in the garden is very beautiful today. Would you be so kind as to join us for a tour?" Wen Shichu's voice sounded behind him, with a barely perceptible tremor.

Zhen Huan turned around and looked at Wen Shichu in front of her, with mixed feelings in her heart. She opened her red lips and said softly and reservedly: "Doctor Wen, although the spring is beautiful, please take care of yourself and don't work too hard."

When Wen Shi first heard this, he felt warm in his heart, but also felt bitter. He knew that Zhen Huan's words were full of care for him, but also a bit of alienation.

He smiled slightly and said, "I will always remember the care of Concubine Xi. But, wouldn't it be a pity if no one enjoys the spring scenery in this garden?"

Zhen Huan's gaze swept lightly across Wen Shichu's face. She could feel the deep affection in his eyes, and she couldn't help feeling a little reluctant.

She sighed softly and said, "Doctor Wen, the past is like smoke. You and I both have new lives. Why bother talking about it again?"

Wen Shichu's face changed slightly. He understood the meaning of Zhen Huan's words, which contained both rejection and helplessness.

He took a deep breath and said, "I understand, Concubine Xi. But the feelings in my heart are not something I can let go of easily."

The two of them sat facing each other under the blossom tree in silence. Only the peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze, unaware of the sorrows of human love.

Shen Meizhuang walked lightly on the winding path, but her heart was filled with a thousand knots.

She and Zhen Huan served Yinzhen together and were as close as sisters. However, she could never express her feelings for Wen Shichu.

That day, Shen Meizhuang met Wen Shichu in the garden by chance. Seeing the melancholy in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel pity for him.

Wen Shichu's talent and gentleness had already taken root in her heart.

However, she knew very well about the past between Zhen Huan and Wen Shichu, and the unfinished love affair, so how could she express her feelings?

Shen Meizhuang sighed softly, her eyes falling on a blooming peony. Although the flower was gorgeous, it seemed to contain traces of tears.

She stroked the petals gently and whispered to herself, "Flowers bloom and fall at their own pace, and how can human emotions be forced?"

Wen Shichu happened to hear this and his heart moved. He turned to look at Shen Meizhuang, only to see that her brows were filled with sorrow, as if she had a lot on her mind.

He walked closer and asked gently, "Noble Concubine Hui, what makes you so sad?"

Shen Meizhuang was startled, and quickly calmed down, smiling and said, "Doctor Wen is worrying too much. Meizhuang is just sad to see the flowers falling."

Wen Shichu smiled slightly and said, "If Concubine Hui has any feelings, you may want to talk to Shichu. Perhaps it can ease your worries."

Shen Meizhuang felt warm in her heart, but she also knew that this matter should not be discussed in depth. She shook her head lightly and said, "Thank you, Doctor Wen. Meizhuang's worries should be buried deep in her heart."

When Wen Shichu saw her like this, he didn't ask any more questions. He could only sigh and turn away.

Shen Meizhuang looked at his back, feeling mixed emotions, but she could only keep those feelings deep in her heart.

A few days later, Shen Meizhuang met Zhen Huan by chance in the garden. Seeing that she looked sad, she couldn't help but ask her about her with concern.

Zhen Huan sighed softly and briefly recounted the story of Wen Shichu.

After hearing this, Shen Meizhuang felt even more conflicted. She knew that Zhen Huan still had feelings for Wen Shichu, so how could she steal her away?

Shen Meizhuang comforted Zhen Huan softly, but secretly decided in her heart to bury this feeling forever and never let anyone know about it. She knew very well that some feelings were destined to be secrets in the heart.

On that day, Wen Shichu and Yunli met unexpectedly.

The two smiled at each other, and there was a tacit understanding between them.

Wen Shichu suggested: "Brother Yunli, today is a beautiful day, why don't we go to the brothel together, drink wine, enjoy the scenery, and reminisce about the past?"

Yunli readily agreed, and the two walked side by side, passing through the bustling streets, and came to a brothel called "Yanyue Tower".

In the Yanyue Tower, the melodious music of the piano, the graceful dancing, the fine wine and the delicious food make people feel relaxed and happy.

Wen Shichu and Yunli chose a quiet and elegant seat and drank opposite each other.

After three rounds of drinks, the conversation between the two became increasingly in-depth, covering everything from experiences in cultivating immortals to interesting events in the past.

Wen Shichu took a sip of wine, his eyes revealing a hint of melancholy: "Brother Yunli, although you and I have achieved success in cultivating immortals, the past is like smoke, and it always lingers in our hearts."

Yunli nodded, his eyes looking out the window, as if traveling through time and space: "Brother Shichu, you and I are both mortals, how can we forget the warmth and sorrow we once had?"

While the two were talking, girls from the brothel would come forward from time to time to perform, either playing the pipa or singing and dancing, but Wen Shichu and Yun Li's minds had already drifted to the distant past.

Wen Shichu sighed and said, "I remember that year, Concubine Xi and I..."

Yun Li interrupted him and said, "Brother Shichu, the past is over, there is no need to talk about it again. Today we will only talk about love and romance, nothing else."

Wen Shichu smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Yunli is right. I am too sentimental."

The two drank a few more cups and the topic turned to the experience of cultivating immortals.

Yun Li said: "Brother Shichu, you and I have been cultivating immortals for many years, but have you ever thought about what the ultimate goal of cultivating immortals is?"

Wen Shichu pondered for a moment and said, "The road to becoming an immortal is long and arduous. I think the ultimate goal may be to pursue spiritual freedom and transcendence."

Yun Li nodded and said, "Brother Shichu is right. Cultivating immortals is not only about cultivating the body, but also cultivating the mind. Only when the mind is free of worries can one achieve true freedom."

The conversation between the two was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, like a melodious piece of music, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

As the banquet progressed, both of their faces began to blush.

Wen Shichu suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Yunli, have you ever thought about what it would be like if we were not immortal cultivators but ordinary people?"

Yun Li smiled slightly and said, "If I hadn't embarked on this path of cultivating immortals, I might have died from my brother's poisoned wine. But now that I think about it, the path of cultivating immortals, although it is difficult, has also brought me many extraordinary experiences."

Wen Shichu nodded and said, "That's right. Although the path of cultivating immortals is lonely, it also allows us to see a world that ordinary people can hardly imagine."

The conversation between the two was like an exchange of hearts. The understanding and resonance between them made their friendship even deeper.

After the banquet, Wen Shichu and Yun Li walked out of Yanyue Tower side by side. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on their bodies and leaving long shadows.

Wen Shichu said softly: "Brother Yunli, I will remember today's conversation in my heart. If there is a chance in the future, we will continue our relationship."

Yunli patted Wen Shichu on the shoulder and said, "Brother Shichu, although you and I are not brothers, we are as close as brothers. No matter when and where you are in trouble in the future, Yunli will definitely help you."

The two smiled at each other, then left and disappeared into the night.

That day, Wen Shichu met a mysterious old man in the garden.

The old man has white hair and deep eyes, as if he can see through everything in the world.

He held an antique cane with a faintly glowing gem inlaid on the top, making him look particularly mysterious.

"Young man, I see that you have an amazing talent for cultivating immortals." The old man's voice was hoarse and powerful, and his eyes were fixed on Wen Shichu.

Wen Shichu was shocked. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from the old man, which he had never encountered before.

He bowed respectfully and said, "Senior, you are too kind. I am just an ordinary cultivator."

The old man smiled and said, "The road to immortality is full of wonders. It is fate that we meet today. I have a secret book here that may be of some benefit to you."

As he spoke, the old man took out a yellowed ancient book from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Shichu.

Wen Shichu took the secret book and saw the words "Taiyi Xuanmen Zhenjing" written in large letters on the cover. The handwriting was simple and mysterious.

"This is what I got when I was young. It's useless now, so I'll give it to you." There was a hint of emotion in the old man's voice.

Wen Shichu was excited. He knew that this secret book was of great value, so he quickly thanked him: "Thank you for your generous gift, Senior. I will practice diligently and live up to your expectations."

The old man nodded, turned and left, disappearing into the garden full of flowers.

Wen Shichu returned to his residence and couldn't wait to open the secret book, only to find that it contained various mysterious methods of cultivating immortals, and every page revealed an ancient and powerful aura.

A few days later, Yunli came to visit and saw Wen Shichu immersed in the study of the secret book, so he asked curiously.

Wen Shichu told Yunli about the old man's gift of the book, and after hearing it, a hint of surprise flashed in Yunli's eyes.

"Brother Shichu, do you know who this old man is?" Yunli's tone was solemn.

Wen Shichu shook his head: "I don't know, the senior didn't reveal his name."

The two thought about it, but couldn't figure out the old man's true identity. Not wanting to cause themselves any more trouble, they put the matter aside for the time being and began to practice the "Taiyi Xuanmen Zhenjing".

Since then, the two of them often met to discuss the way of cultivating immortals.

The mysterious methods in the secret book benefited the two of them greatly and their cultivation improved day by day.

On this day, Yun Li accidentally exercised his skills too hastily during his practice, causing the spiritual energy in his body to become disordered, his face turned pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

When Wen Shichu saw the situation, he rushed to rescue Yunli, undressed him, and used his internal energy to help him calm down.

Inside the room, the two men sat opposite each other. Wen Shichu placed his palm on Yunli's back and slowly injected his internal energy into him.

Yunli's complexion gradually recovered, but beads of sweat began to seep out of Wen Shichu's forehead.

He knew very well that the path to becoming an immortal was fraught with dangers and that if one was not careful, one could go astray.

At this moment, light footsteps were heard outside the door, and the maid Liu Zhu was about to enter the room with a cup of fragrant tea in her hand.

She gently pushed the door open, only to see Yunli's clothes in disarray and Wen Shichu undressing him. Both of them looked focused and serious.

Liu Zhu was startled and almost dropped the fragrant tea in her hand. She quickly covered her mouth with a flash of panic in her eyes. She knew that if such a scene was misunderstood, it would definitely cause an uproar.

She said softly: "Gentlemen, Liu Zhu has no intention of disturbing you, but..." She did not finish her words and hurriedly retreated.

Wen Shichu and Yunli looked at each other, both of them looked a little embarrassed.

Yunli coughed lightly and said, "Brother Shichu, I'm afraid that what happened today..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wen Shichu.

"Brother Yunli, those who practice Taoism should base their practice on their mind and character. What happened today was purely a misunderstanding. You and I just need to understand this in our hearts." Wen Shichu's voice was calm, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

Yun Li nodded. He knew that what Wen Shichu said was very true. For a cultivator, the most important thing is one's character. If one can face today's events calmly, then they will not become a demon in one's heart.

However, Liu Zhu's heart was not at peace. She returned to her residence, feeling conflicted. She knew that if she did not explain what she had seen, it would lead to misunderstanding. She sighed and decided to tell Zhen Huan about it in order to find a proper solution.