"Is it special?" He raised his hand and rubbed her head, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said something even more whimsical: "There will be something more special in the future..."
He threw down a jade bottle and said, "Just put this on." He turned around and walked out.
I don’t know whether it was his sucking that disinfected it, or whether the medicine was very effective. Anyway, after applying it, her damaged wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye...
After half an hour passed, she had prepared four dishes and one soup. The wound on her finger had also healed, leaving only a faint pink mark, which was almost invisible unless you looked carefully.
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Wu Jiuzi carried the four dishes and one soup on a tray to the main hall where the priest Fengjian lived.
She even found a jar of wine and simply held it in her arms.
She decided to have a good talk with him.
It is said that it is easier to negotiate business over a wine table. Friendships are often established and contracts are signed while eating and drinking...
Then she might as well use this sure-fire trick in modern communication.
However, she missed it again this time, and the high priest Kazama was still not in his hall.
The hall was empty and eerily cold!
This high priest of Kazama is really a contradictory character. His palace looks so beautiful from the outside, and it is also prosperous and full of vitality outside.
The hall was actually so cold and solemn, as if a heartbroken person was trying to hold on to laughter...
Wu Jiuzi couldn't figure out why he had such a metaphor. He shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.
He has nothing to do with her no matter what. He will be a passer-by in her future life, and she will be just a soy sauce in his life...
They met occasionally and then parted ways again. For the sake of her own life, she stayed as far away from him as possible...
She scanned the hall. Where would he go?
Did he go to the boat to bask in the sun again?
Naturally, she didn't want her hard work to be in vain, so she turned around and went out to look for it.
Just after leaving the palace gate, I heard a ethereal sound of the piano, tinkling, tinkling, as if coming from the water vapor in the lake, circling and dancing with the dancing red flowers...
Is this what Kazama Priest popped up?
Wu Jiuzi followed the sound of music and searched for it, passed through the nine-curved corridor, passed through several halls, and came to the highest point on Piaomiao Peak.
It was an unexpected big stone, about forty or fifty meters high, standing there like a hill, and Fengjian Liuxiang sat cross-legged on the top of the big stone.
There was a guqin on his knees, and he played it with his fingers. The mountain wind blew up his clothes and flew back. He was like a mortal immortal playing among the green mountains and clear waters——
The tune is not sad, it is clear and clear, like a stream running under the sun. The sky is clear, white clouds are floating leisurely, the wind blows the fallen flowers, and they flutter on the stream. It is full of the spirituality of nature, and the music of nature is as beautiful as the music.
Wu Jiuzi leaned under a big tree and listened leisurely.
That strange feeling emerged faintly in her heart again, and she couldn't bear to interrupt it for a while.
It should be polite to listen to the piano without speaking, right?
The sound of the piano stopped slowly, and there was still a lingering sound lingering in the air for a long time.
Wu Jiuzi woke up from the sound of the piano, looked up, and her heart skipped a beat.
Fengjian Liuxiang was still sitting there, looking down at her, her eyes changing slightly, as clear as the deep sea, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
For a moment, the two of them looked at each other, neither of them speaking.