Chapter Fifty-fifth: With this sword, it will not rot for a hundred years
Tong Zhihuan was walking on the steps going down the mountain.
When he turned the corner, he looked back at Mr. Qingshan standing at the door of the Taoist temple.
He pursed his lips, wanting to say something.
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly to him without saying anything.
Tong Zhihuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "Sir!"
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and asked, "Huh?"
Tong Zhihuan mustered up his courage and said, "Am I considered Mr.'s disciple?"
Chen Changsheng did not answer and said, "Let's go down the mountain."
Tong Zhihuan was silent for a long time after hearing this. He lowered his head and said something.
"Zhihuan understands."
After that, he took one last look at his husband, and then walked down the mountain.
He understood that he might not be able to see his husband for a long time when he came down the mountain. He liked this gentleman because he had no airs, a kind personality, and his words were all reasonable.
Xuanhuang walked out of the view and came to the husband's side.
Xuanhuang asked: "It seems that Mr. gave him a book as a gift?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "It's just miscellaneous books."
After saying that, the husband turned around and walked into the Taoist temple.
Xuanhuang was thinking about Mr. Chen's answer.
Miscellaneous books?
He didn't believe it anyway.
If there are words in that book, it may really be a miscellaneous book.
But if there are no words in the book, that's a big deal.
…
Tong Zhihuan met his father and mother who had been waiting for a long time at the foot of the mountain.
When Tong Caizheng and his wife Yu saw their son coming down the mountain, they hurriedly greeted him.
"Zhihuo, Zhihuo."
"Aunt..."
Tong Zhihuan looked a little depressed.
When Tong Cai saw this situation, he suddenly felt bad and asked, "But have you made your husband unhappy?"
Tong Zhihuan shook his head and said, "No."
"That's..."
"Sir, he..."
Tong Zhihuan thought for a moment and said, "Sir, although he taught me some things, he did not accept me as his disciple..."
Tong Caizheng couldn't help but pause when he heard this. He sighed in his heart, but he didn't blame anything. He stepped forward and patted Zhihuan on the shoulder.
"Sir is an immortal who has descended to earth. It is not easy to be his disciple. It is your blessing that your master is willing to keep you on the mountain. Don't belittle yourself."
"Dad..."
Tong Zhihuan opened his mouth, lowered his head and said, "I understand."
Mrs. Yu patted Zhihuang's head lovingly and asked, "What have you taught me, sir?"
"Sir talked about Yin Yang and the Five Elements, as well as the warrior's practice of acupuncture..."
Tong Zhihuan summarized what the teacher mentioned last night and told his parents.
Tong Cai was a little shocked after hearing this, and murmured: "Using Qi to move needles?"
He has been practicing medicine for so many years, but he has never heard of such a way of practicing medicine.
But Tong Cai changed his mind and combined with the acupuncture and medical theory he knew, he suddenly realized that this seemed feasible.
Tong Zhihuan spoke again: "Sir, he also gave me a book..."
"Book?"
Tong Caizheng paused and asked, "Can I show it to daddy?"
Tong Zhihua was a little puzzled and said, "Dad, you can watch it if you want."
He took out the book from his arms and handed it to his father.
Tong Cai took it in his hand and opened it, but there was nothing written on it.
"No words?" Tong Caizheng said blankly.
Tong Zhihuan explained: "At first, when the child opened the book, there was no words in it, but when he opened it again later, there were words in it. It was a book about pharmacology."
Tong Zhihuan took the book from his father's hand and was stunned for a moment when he opened it.
Tong Caizheng asked: "What's wrong?"
"wrong……"
Tong Zhihuan opened his mouth and continued to turn down the page. He was suddenly startled and said: "It's different, it's different."
The couple looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.
Mrs. Yu then asked, "What's different?"
Tong Zhihuan raised his head and said with a horrified look on his face: "The book last night was clearly about pharmacology, but today it has become a prescription. Mom and Dad, look at this, this page clearly said about Poria cocos yesterday.
The medicinal effect has turned into acupuncture to dispel cold today!"
Tong Caizheng was a little unable to react for a moment, but when he saw the shock in Tong Zhihuan's eyes, he understood that Zhihuan was definitely not telling lies.
But in the eyes of Tong Caizheng and Yu, there was not a single word in the book.
Mrs. Yu looked at her husband, as if asking.
Tong Caizheng seemed to understand the truth and said to Tong Zhihuan: "Zhihuan, father and mother can't see the things in the book. You must remember that the book your husband gave you is definitely not a mortal thing. This book
Never leave it behind, let alone hand it over to outsiders, do you understand?"
Tong Zhihuan paused for a moment, feeling that his father must have seen something.
"Dad, the kid knows."
Tong Caizheng nodded, closed the book, put it into Tong Zhihan's arms and put it away carefully.
"Sir, are you still on the mountain?" Tong Caizheng asked.
Tong Zhihuan paused and said, "You should still be there. Before I left, my husband said that maybe if I go to Guanli tomorrow, I won't be able to see my husband. He said he was going somewhere far away."
"Is this so..."
After hearing this, Tong Caizheng withdrew his gaze and said, "Sir, you probably don't want to be disturbed anymore, so let's not go up the mountain anymore."
Tong Zhihuan looked at the book in his arms, feeling an indescribable melancholy in his heart.
The family of three walked back to their home.
At Liuyun Temple, watch the door.
When Xuanhuang saw the three figures at the foot of the mountain, he immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at the mist in the distance.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord..."
The word "fate" is truly wonderful.
As Mr. Chen said, this time is a fate.
Xuanhuang turned his head and looked inside the temple.
He looked at Mr. Chen sitting and reading under the peach tree and said, "Is Mr. Chen leaving?"
Chen Changsheng raised his head, nodded and said, "Probably."
He felt like he was going to die again.
The last time he lived for three days, this time he lived for five days. The curse was fading away little by little. Chen Changsheng was already very satisfied with being able to live for two more days.
Xuanhuang nodded and said, "Will the next time we see you still be in three years?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said: "Not bad."
Xuanhuang looked at Mr. and suddenly said: "I wonder if I will be able to see Mr. next time when Mr. comes again."
Chen Changsheng paused slightly when he heard this. He looked at Xuanhuang and did not answer any more words.
Seeing Mr. Xuanhuang's gaze, Xuanhuang understood immediately.
Probably can't be seen.
Xuanhuang was not depressed, but showed a little bit of relief on his face.
Although he did not live as long as his master, he was content to live to this age. At least before he died, he saw Liuyun Temple gradually prospering. With his husband here, he no longer worried about losing the inheritance.
He is satisfied.
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and said, "If there is a path to immortality, will you take it or not?"
Xuanhuang smiled warmly and asked: "Sir, when did Xuanhuang seek immortality?"
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment after hearing this, then nodded slightly after he recovered.
He looked at the Taoist temple in front of him, thought for a moment and then raised his hand to make a move.
"Buzz."
The fairy sword in the bookcase fell into the hands of Mr.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and picked up a sword flower.
In an instant, a gust of breeze blew the black and yellow eyes.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he paused on the spot.
The originally dilapidated Taoist temple has become brand new, with all the moss on the eaves and steps gone, and the broken roof tiles have been repaired. There seems to be a golden light surrounding the temple, with a little charm.
"With this sword, Liuyun Temple can be protected from decay for hundreds of years."
Xuanhuang breathed a long sigh of relief and lowered his head.