Basheng Ganzhou

In order to heal his internal injuries, Chuxiu took him to Tianshan Mountain.

The only thing missing is a medicine called Ye Weilan.

Chuxiu said that it is a kind of grass that only grows in the snow-capped mountains. It is snow-white during the day and blends with the Tianshan Mountains. It glows blue at night, which is very beautiful.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, when the Tianshan Mountains could freeze to death, Chuxiu dug a snow cave, and the two of them got into it to escape the wind and snow.

Chuxiu huddled next to Wan Qizheng and warmed himself with strong wine. Wan Qizheng suffered serious internal injuries and couldn't drink, so he could only watch him drink coldly while he was cold.

But just as he was about to close his eyes and take a rest, his arms suddenly felt warm.

Opening his eyes, Chuxiu happened to look up at him. The young man smelled of alcohol in his breath, and his face was slightly flushed. He pressed his face to his neck and said in a daze, "Call me if you are cold, and I will drink again." point."

Wan Qicheng responded softly, and carefully wrapped him in his arms with the fox fur cloak on his body.

At midnight, the wind outside the cave intensified, and heavy snow swept across the snow-capped mountains. After drinking several times, Chuxiu hugged him with hands and feet, trying to use his 16-year-old and thin body to hug him. His tall body was wrapped up for fear that he would freeze to death.

That night Wan Qicheng wasn't very cold, but Chuxiu's stomach ached from drinking.

When they woke up the next day, they realized that the entrance of the cave was almost buried by snow. The two climbed out and continued to walk to the top of the mountain.

There is only one color on the snow mountain, which is the color of snow.

Being in it for a long time, it is easy to go blind.

Chuxiu made preparations before going up the mountain, and went to the cloth village to order two pieces of black cloth. The black cloth can see through the light, so that he can see the road clearly, and it can cover the snow to avoid dizziness.

The snow was so deep that it covered Chuxiu's knees, he walked with great difficulty, panting for a while, the black cloak on his body could not be worn anymore, and he was sweating profusely.

Chuxiu grabbed the snow and stuffed it into her mouth, and said angrily, "I'm going to bathe in the light of Ye Weilan on this mountain."

Wan Qizheng couldn't use his internal strength at that time, although Chuxiu regained his body, his vitality was lost after all, and he also walked with great difficulty, silently following behind the young man.

At that time, he had nowhere to go. He went to many doctors behind Chuxiu's back, and he knew that the one beside him was the best one.

Those doctors read each one for him, and it is estimated that he will not survive the New Year's Eve, either to prepare him for his funeral or to let him eat something good. Only Chuxiu told him that he would be cured by going to the snow-capped mountains.

Chuxiu's words were his last hope. He climbed the mountain with the young boy for four days and three nights. When he reached the summit, his vision suddenly opened up, and the desolate and majestic mountains came into view.Then they saw patches of Ye Weilan, glowing with a bewitching faint blue light under the moonlight.

There is not only Ye Weilan on Xuefeng, but also a woman.

A stunning woman with silver hair and a graceful figure in a blue single dress in a world of ice and snow.

The woman was not surprised to see them coming, she glanced at Chuxiu with a wink, and said in a cold voice: "You want to dig Ye Weilan up and take a bath?"

Chuxiu was slightly startled, then her almond eyes widened, and she said in surprise, "Aunt He, you're not dead yet?"

Wan Qizheng quickly pulled Chuxiu away, dodging the woman's palm.

Chuxiu was not afraid, he frowned, pinched his waist, and said to the woman offended by his words: "My name is Chuxiu, and my grandfather's name is Chuyunjuan."

The woman was about to make another move, but there was some expression on her indifferent face. She looked at Chuxiu carefully for a while under the moonlight, and asked in a daze, "Are you Yun Juan's grandson?"

Chuxiu took two steps forward, knelt down and started weeding, and replied, "Yes."

Woman: "What about him?"

Chuxiu: "He has been traveling in immortality for more than thirty years."

The woman stayed for a long time this time, the wind blew up the snow and brushed her thin clothes, she stood quietly like an ice sculpture.

Wan Qiting coughed twice, squatted down, and pulled weeds together with Chuxiu, but Chuxiu held his hand.

Chuxiu stuffed his cold hands back under the cloak, and said, "You don't know how to pick, rest by the side."

The woman seemed to have just noticed Wan Qicheng, she looked at Wan Qicheng for a moment, and said in a flat tone: "He can't live."

Chuxiu said: "I want him to live and he can live."

The woman walked up to Wan Chengcheng, pulled out his hand forcefully, felt his pulse for a moment, then snorted coldly, "Even if your grandfather is still alive, he can't be saved."

Wan Chengcheng coughed twice, pulled back his hand, and said, "Don't worry about it."

Chuxiu put the picked Ye Weilan in a cloth bag, straightened her waist, raised her chin lightly, and said, "You don't go down this mountain. I don't know that everything in this world is changing. My father's medical skills are better than my grandfather's." Well, my medical skills are better than my father's."

The young man patted his chest, his small body stood upright, and said proudly: "Since I promised to cure him, I will definitely cure him."

The woman sneered, suddenly became violent, and flew towards Chuxiu, intending to snatch Ye Weilan from his hand.

Chuxiu yelled: "Grandpa is right, you are a snake and a scorpion, and you can't be loved by others."

Wan Qicheng reluctantly took the next blow for Chuxiu, wanting him to shut up and not provoke this woman of unknown age.

But the woman slapped her backhand and vomited blood.

With the skill of a woman, there are not many opponents in the world. Wan Chengzheng only felt that his internal organs seemed to have shifted, his eyes went dark, and he thought he was going to die.

When he woke up again, he was in a cave, his nose was filled with the smell of sulfur, and his whole body was warm.

Chuxiu was making medicine beside him, but the woman disappeared.

He felt pain in all the muscles and veins in his body, even panting for breath. He struggled to turn his head and found that the cave was actually a natural hot spring with steaming mist.

He struggled to make a sound, calling him: "Master."

Chuxiu turned her head, her eyes sparkling, and he told him: "The medicine is ready, you take it, soak in this hot spring water, when it's almost done, let's go down the mountain to recuperate."

He drank the medicine mixed with Ye Weilan, he was so bitter that he almost went out of his body, and was helped by Chuxiu into a hot spring pool that was just big enough for one person to soak in. As soon as he got down, Chuxiu sprinkled a handful of dead grass in it .

The withered grass that became very inconspicuous after being picked was Ye Weilan, who was hard to find in the Jianghu, and he gave him a bath without mercy.

When he was taking a bath, Chuxiu was soaking his feet in the pond next to him, lifted up his trousers, soaked Bai Shengsheng's feet in the hot spring, and said comfortably: "There is such a good place on the snow mountain, a holy place for healing."

Wan Qizheng was drowsy from the heat, and his body was in pain, so he couldn't hear what he was saying.

For the next few days, he slept and woke up, took the terribly bitter medicine, took a bath with the free Ye Weilan, blurring the passage of time.

When there was movement in the cave again, it was the silver-haired woman who came to the door.

She ran after Chu Xiuman in the cave, and said angrily: "You really dare to bathe him with Ye Weilan!"

He tried his best to get up, trying to protect Chuxiu, but the woman suddenly stopped chasing her.

She looked at him in amazement, raised her eyebrows and said, "Is he really alive?"

Chuxiu said happily: "Look, I said that I am better than my grandfather, so you let me see, maybe I can take a good look at you, so I can go down the mountain."

The woman stood still for a moment without saying a word, but turned and left.

Chuxiu chased after two steps, but was forced back several steps by her internal force, and retreated to Wan Qicheng's side.

The woman's voice dissipated at the entrance of the cave, and she said, "What does this world have to do with me?"

Chuxiu froze for a moment, then sighed lightly.

But in an instant, he became happy, and he said to Wan Chengcheng: "Now I have brought you back to life, and you will follow me from now on. If I tell you to go east, you can't go west. If I tell you to beat the dog, you can't chase the chicken. "

He lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes, Master."

The day I came down from the mountain was New Year's Eve.

The small town at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains is filled with festive red lanterns, and every family is having a reunion dinner.

It was snowing heavily, and the two wore two large cloaks, one white and one black, and walked on the empty street, like two impermanences.

Chuxiu held Wan Qicheng's hand and said, "Ah Cheng, let's go eat dumplings and have a good New Year."

Two shadows, one tall and one short, walk together in the snowy night, gradually moving away, the vast snow slowly erases the footprints on the ground, and the place with light in the distance is a place where you can celebrate the New Year.