Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

Chapter 6 The hard wait

the other side.

Qian Qi, a big man in black riding a tall horse, watched from afar, seeing Cheng Buzheng walk into Yaoshan Town, and then he didn't stop at all, and went back the same way.

But at the moment when the black-clothed man turned around on his horse and returned the same way, Cheng Buzheng, who had already entered the medicine town, came out from the corner and quietly looked at the black-clothed man in the distance.

He knew this person, who was the ranger guards on both sides of the Qian family's convoy.

Cheng Buzheng turned around silently and walked towards the town. He was very tired after nearly a day of continuous driving, not to mention that this time was definitely not the best time to leave Yaoshan Town.

In Yaoshan Town, I found an inn in a remote corner, filled my stomach, and fell asleep on the bed.

At night, in the wee hours of the morning.

In Yaoshan Town, an inn in a remote corner, a short figure walked out of the inn.

Cheng Buzheng walked out of the town in the dark. Fortunately, there was moonlight, and it was not too dark to see the road clearly. He walked along the main road towards the county town, and fell to the ground many times along the way. It took three hours.

Through the moonlight, Cheng Buzheng could see the three large characters "Ping'an County" engraved on the top of the city tower. At this moment, he was in a mess, his clothes were stained with a lot of mud, even his face was also stained.

At first glance, there is no difference between him and the little beggar. The only difference is that he has an extra bag full of dirt in his hand.

Seeing that the city gate was tightly closed, Cheng Buzheng knew that it was not a young man who looked like a beggar, so he could call the guards to open the gate and let him enter the county.

Only powerful families in the county, or high-ranking and important people have this privilege. Ordinary people, people will ignore you, unless the money is in place, or even three melons and two dates will not look at you.

Cheng Buzheng knew that it was impossible to enter the county now, and the guards would only open the city gates at Maoshi. He silently calculated in his heart that it would probably take another hour.

The cool wind at night was bitingly cold, making him tighten his clothes and prepare to find a place to shelter from the wind.

After a while, I found a recess in the city wall that could shelter the cold wind at night. In a corner, I squatted down and waited quietly for the city gate to open.

I don't know how long time has passed, Cheng Buzheng endured the cold night silently, his whole body was shivering from the cold.

suddenly.

"Squeak. Squeak."

When it came from the city gate, Cheng Buzheng looked up. After squatting for a long time, he stood up with difficulty and moved his hands and feet. Although his face was still a little stiff, he could at least walk around.

At this moment, the Golden Crow has not yet risen.

He walked slowly to the city gate and found that some old women selling vegetables and old men selling charcoal had lined up at the city gate to enter the city gate.

As time passed, the team continued to move forward, and it didn't take long before it was his turn. After a little inspection by the two guards, he was put in.

Cheng Buzheng knew that the style of these guards was no different from that of the guards in the town, and that even a copper coin might be taken away, so he hid the silver money he was carrying with him in the interlayer of the soles of his shoes early on so as not to escape.

These silver coins are his usual pocket money, probably enough to support the immortals, otherwise he will have to beg for a living.

When meeting an immortal, one must at least keep his clothes clean and his face tidy, so as not to make the immortal feel disgusted. Cheng Buzheng can only do well, the limit of what he can do, everything else depends on God's will.

The golden crow is just rising, and the sky is getting brighter.

Cheng Buzheng kept wandering around in the county town, and finally found the cheapest inn. Although the inn was relatively simple in the corner of the county town, the price was comparable to that of the inn in Yaoshan Town.

It can be called a conscience price.

Cheng Buzheng opened the door, and opened the mud-stained package. Inside were clean shoes and clothes, three porcelain bottles, and a brush that had been rinsed and put on the bed together.

After running some hot water, I washed up.

I took the writing brush and three porcelain bottles from the bed, looked at the clear figure reflected in the wooden barrel, opened the porcelain bottle, used the brush to stain the paint in the porcelain bottle, and kept drawing on my face.

At this moment, the sky has brightened, and Cheng Buzheng has finished his makeup.

Cheng Buzheng's originally sallow face became very fair, his sword-shaped eyebrows looked heroic, and his whole face was completely different from before. If it wasn't for familiar people who looked closely, they would definitely not recognize him.

The pigment in the porcelain bottle is the essence of the herbs he processed, and it cannot be washed off with clear water, and can only be washed off with a special potion.

The purpose of Cheng Buzheng's doing this was to fear that someone in the Qian family would recognize him. With Qian Zhe's mean temper, if he were to see him in the county, the consequences would be predictable!

At that time, he is not the only one who will be in trouble, even his own family will be implicated. Don't be afraid of everything, just in case.

After the items are packed.

Cheng Buzheng lay on the bed, thinking silently, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, the setting sun shines through the window, and the golden sunlight shines on Cheng Buzheng's face.

I saw his sword eyebrows move slightly, and after a while, he opened his sleepy eyes, glanced at the sky outside, felt a little hungry, and left the inn after packing up.

Many hawkers are trying their best to yell on the street. It is a lively scene. There are many small stalls along both sides of the street, selling steamed buns, sesame seed cakes, chaotic noodles, etc.
Cheng Buzheng bought two of the cheapest sesame seed cakes, which solved the problem of hunger in his stomach.

Then, he wandered around in the county seat, gradually getting familiar with the terrain in the county seat, and made all preparations.

He knew that the immortal's visit to the county would definitely cause a huge commotion. In the next few days, he would visit the county once in the morning and afternoon. Fortunately, the county is not big and there is enough time.

Cheng Buzheng eats sesame seed cakes every day, solves the problem of three meals a day, and tries his best to spend the least amount of money in order to support it for a longer time. Although the cost of the inn is not high, it can't last for a long time!
Otherwise, he will sleep on the street, and he may be kicked out of the county by the guards. After all, at this critical moment when the immortal is about to arrive, those officials want to keep their faces, and they don't care about the life and death of beggars.

At the critical moment, does he have the time to earn money? At his current age, even if he earns money, he will not be able to keep it, just like a child holding money through the busy market, looking for his own death.

This day, in the morning.

Cheng Buzheng, who was wandering around, walked on the street and meditated secretly, saying:
"With the current money, it is only enough to live in the inn for seven days, and you need to buy sesame seed cakes every day...
Hey. I don't know when the fairy will come! "

Although he was a little sad in his heart, his expression was still like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm!

Suddenly, there was a scream in the distance.

"The immortal is here! The immortal is really here!"

For a while, the crowd was surging, and they all looked at the distant sky.

"It's really a fairy, I saw it ten years ago!"

"I want to become a disciple of the immortal!"

For a moment, almost everyone's faces were very excited, and then they even talked about it.

Cheng Buzheng looked up at the distant sky, and saw that the white jade boat was only one foot in size at first, but as the white jade boat moved from far to near, the size of the white jade boat continued to grow.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally here. If I don't come, I'm about to end up on the street!"

　PS: Putting bowls, three requests for politeness (asking for collection, asking for recommendation, asking for tickets)

　　
　
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