The husband was so drunk that he fell unconscious, and in the end it was Tong Zhihuan who carried him up the mountain step by step.
I made a bowl of hangover soup for my husband to drink, and he felt a little better, at least his breathing calmed down.
After taking care of my husband, it's almost Yin time.
After a rain, it was so cold on the mountain that it made people shiver.
"It's so cold..."
Tong Zhihuan rubbed his shoulders, sneezed and planned to go back to the house to sleep.
"Creak."
Miss Taoer walked out of the door.
"fool."
"Miss Tao'er?"
Tong Zhihuan turned around and looked at Miss Taoer.
Miss Taoer handed him a peach and said, "Eat a peach before going to bed. It will keep you warm."
Tong Zhihuan looked at the peach in his hand and couldn't help but be stunned.
After he came to his senses, he raised his head and looked at Miss Tao'er.
He smiled mysteriously.
"Thank you, Miss Tao'er."
Miss Taoer rolled her eyes at him, tilted her head and said, "What are you thinking about? I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, lest I have to take care of you again when I get up tomorrow morning."
Tong Zhihuan took a bite of the peach, and then said, "Thank you very much."
"Well, go ahead."
Miss Taoer said, she stood at the door and watched Tong Zhihuan walk to the side room.
She looked at Tong Zhihuan walking as if he was being carried by the wind, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
"fool."
When Tong Zhi called him back to the room.
Miss Taoer then returned to the house to take care of her husband.
Speaking of which, this was also the first time she had seen her husband drunk, and even so drunk that he was unconscious.
Tao'er sighed softly and muttered: "I guess Mr. Lai has encountered something troublesome..."
A night of silence.
After the black dragon left, it stopped raining for several days.
There is a little more coolness in the mountains, and a little mist fades out at dawn.
When you open the door, you can see the mist lingering in the forest.
The dew fell from the leaves, and everything continued as usual.
But the people on the mountain have changed again and again, and the scene below the mountain has also changed day by day. In a hundred years, this mountain has changed from the abruptness of the past to what it is now.
It seems like everything is going for the better, but it also seems like everything is going for the bad.
Chen Changsheng woke up from that hazy dream.
He couldn't help but feel a little headache, so he stretched out his hand to rub the space between his brows before slowly standing up from the bed.
I felt it a little bit.
Miss Tao'er was cooking breakfast in front of the stove in the temple, and the smoke was rising from the mountain, parallel to the mist.
Tong Zhihuan got up early and cleaned the Taoist temple.
It rained last night and blew a lot of fallen leaves into the temple, leaving a lot of things behind.
Chen Changsheng wiped his face and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "How could you be so drunk? It's not an exaggeration to say that you are completely drunk..."
But fortunately, I didn't say any nonsense.
He stood up and put on his shoes. When he saw that the shoes were full of mud, he couldn't help but shake them. He didn't want to wash them, so he simply used Taoism to remove all the dirt.
"Creak..."
The door opened.
Tong Zhihuan, who was scanning the Taoist temple, turned his head and said, "Sir, are you awake?"
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "I bothered you last night."
Tong Zhihuan shook his head and said, "It's not troublesome. Just be fine, sir."
Afterwards, the three of them had breakfast together in the temple.
It's as simple as a bowl of vegetarian porridge and some wild vegetables. The slightly astringent taste can also make you feel awake when you wake up in the morning.
Chen Changsheng looked at Tao'er and asked, "That's good, but there has been no one here for a long time. Who did you learn to cook from?"
Miss Tao'er said: "I saw Zisu doing it before, so I learned some out of curiosity."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but think about it.
Isn’t it a little too limited to use the innate wood spirit to sweep the floor and cook?
"Is it to your liking, sir?" Miss Taoer said with a wink.
Chen Changsheng said: "How could it be inconsistent?"
Miss Taoer laughed when she heard this and said, "That's good."
Chen Changsheng came to his senses and then recalled what he said when he and the old Dragon King were drinking together last night.
When he was drunk and alone last night, he asked about those past events again.
The old Dragon King said that he only knows one or two points. This sentence should not be false, but what is one or two points?
While drinking, the old Dragon King didn't answer, but told him - 'The solution is on the way.'
'The solution is on the way...'
Chen Changsheng thought about this sentence in his mind.
Tong Zhihuan saw his husband thinking and did not drink porridge or eat vegetables, but he did not dare to ask questions and glanced at Tao'er beside him.
Tao'er blinked at him and didn't ask.
It wasn't until a moment later that the husband slowly came back to his senses and then said, "I'm afraid I have to go on a long journey tomorrow."
Tong Zhihuan paused when he heard this and asked, "Sir, will you return to the Taoist temple tomorrow evening?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Maybe I won't come back in a short time."
Tong Zhihuan also reacted at this time.
It seems that my husband has been going on this trip for a long time...
Miss Taoer was also stunned and looked at her husband.
She also wanted to go with her husband, but with her current state, it would be difficult to maintain her current state without Peach Tree.
Tong Zhihuan also said: "Can I go with you, sir?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him, shook his head and said, "You have your own way. There is no benefit in following Chen."
Tong Zhihuan also reacted when he heard this.
Come to think of it, the husband is an immortal. How can he, a mortal, keep up with the master? When the time comes, he will only be able to hold back the master.
Chen Changsheng then looked at Tao'er and said, "Tao'er, please pay more attention to the Taoist temple during my absence, so as not to let any ghosts break in and disturb the purity of the Taoist temple."
Tao'er nodded and agreed, "Don't worry, sir."
"Um."
Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "Let's have some porridge."
After breakfast.
Tong Zhihua then put away the dishes, and the husband went back into the room and took out a broken sword.
This broken sword was left by Zhao Yuqing under the West Bridge and was broken into two halves when the black dragon broke through the pass.
Chen Changsheng held the sword and looked at it for a long time. Although the sword was broken, it still retained its sharp edge.
After all, he was once a fairy sword.
If Zhao Yuqing had not kept his hand last night and the black dragon sacrificed the sword and melted it into the sword, this sword would definitely become a peerless fairy sword.
"It's an immortal sword after all. It would be a pity to lose it."
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand and cut off a few hairs.
He put the two broken sword blades together and put his hair on the broken part.
"Follow the sword and mend the cracks to restore the original!"
A golden light fell into the sword, and several hairs emitted golden light, gradually blending into the broken spot.
There was a golden light in the crack, and when the golden light gradually dissipated.
The gap gradually became smoother and returned to its original shape.
The only drawback is probably that the sword has lost its original spirituality and disappeared when the sword is broken. However, the sword still has the effect of suppressing evil and avoiding evil.
Chen Changsheng picked up the sword and took a look at it. He saw some writing on the hilt, only two words - Yuqing.
Seeing the name of this sword, Chen Changsheng thought of Zhao Yuqing again.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, and just assumed that they were different and not conspiring with each other, so he didn't think much more about it.
He got up and walked out of the room to the temple.
Put the jade clear sword in the hand of the Zhenwu statue in the Taoist temple.