Chasing the Immortal Road

Chapter 12
At midnight, Wutong Courtyard on the north side of the General's Mansion.

The study room in the courtyard was brightly lit, and a map was spread on the quaint desk. Yunchen, who had just bathed, stood beside the table, her long hair was half-dry, and she was holding a brush in her hand, and she used it from time to time. The pen holder draws circles on it, sometimes resting his chin on his hand and lowering his eyebrows in thought.

The emperor sent a summons to let him enter the palace tomorrow. It seems that the momentum of Zhao Guoyu's party and bandits is getting more and more violent, but who knows which prince will go with him this time, the ninth prince has passed away, and now only The Crown Prince, King Duan, King Su, and the Seventh Prince who was always dull and indifferent in the court.

Now although the emperor's heart is concerned with the common people, his health is not as good as before. Except for the Yun family, there are not many people in this court who can really be used by him. This is also the reason why he was suddenly recalled to Beijing.It's just that right now, the Crown Prince, King Duan, and King Su are restraining each other in the court. I'm afraid no one wants to stay away from the capital. The Seventh Prince...

While he was thinking, there was a soft knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious female voice sounded:

"Husband, it's me, still."

Hearing this voice, Yun Chen's resolute facial features instantly softened, and he said in a gentle voice, "Of course, come in, the door is not locked."

The door was pushed open, and Liu Yiran walked in slowly with a maid, who was still holding a food box.

"It's so late. Seeing that my husband hasn't rested yet, he still boiled his favorite corn and yam porridge. Husband, hurry up and try it."

While talking, he opened the food box and put the porridge bowl on the small table beside the bamboo couch.

"It's hard work." Yun Chen walked over quickly, took a big mouthful of the porridge bowl, and praised: "Nan Ran's craftsmanship is the best, and the pickles at the border are unpalatable."

Seeing that he was still the same as before, Liu Yiran comforted him, but also secretly felt sorry for him.

Thinking of something, she waved back the maid who came with her, and replied:

"My husband likes to eat, so I will make it for you every day, but this time my husband is back..."

Her tone was full of distress, and the curved willow leaf brows were also stained with strands of melancholy.

Yun Chen put down the porridge bowl, sighed lightly:

"Nowadays there is an undercurrent in the court, and the relationship between the dignitaries in Beijing and China is delicate. The emperor may not have many available people around him. It is a time when the people in the southwest are living in peace due to the chaos caused by the remnants of the party. I am afraid that I will not be able to stay for a few days when I return to Beijing. "

When Liu Yiran heard the words, Goose Dan's face became even more sad, with deep self-blame in his words:

"Now you and your father are stationed in Beiguan, and there is no news of your younger brother being taken away, and the general's family is withered. But after nine years of marriage, they still haven't had any children to add incense to the mansion."

Seeing his beloved wife blaming himself for this incident again, Yun Chen embraced her slightly trembling body, and said in a gentle voice: "Of course, don't blame yourself, you were injured for saving me many years ago, and our husband and wife got together again these years." You can’t blame you for this matter.”

However, his heartfelt words this time not only did not have any comforting effect, but made his wife blame herself even more.

After a long time, Liu still raised his head and looked at him with firm eyes: "Husband, take a concubine!"

"Of course, you—"

Yun Chen frowned, and just about to refute, Liu Yiran interrupted him:

"Achen, don't rush to refute! Although my mother has never scolded me for this matter, the mistress of any family does not want her children to prosper, let alone the Yun family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The incense of the Yun family cannot For sure, my mother cannot become a sinner of the Yun family, and I don't want to either!"

"Isn't there still a small building?" Yun Chen opened his mouth, his voice was pale and weak.

"Ah Chen! You and your parents know that in these few countries, there has never been a case of a heart disease being cured! Although Mr. Lu has made a guarantee, if he really has that kind of immortal ability, why can't he beat mere wolves?
In fact, Ah Chen, you also know that letting him take away the younger brother is just a helpless choice made by the father when he has nowhere to seek medical treatment.

Besides, even if the little brother can recover, it may be eight years later, and by then, you will be almost 40 years old. "

"Achen, take advantage of returning to the capital this time, take some concubines, I know you like children."

Seeing her say so many words at once, Yunlou's heart was sour, and mist appeared in his starry eyes.

The girl in front of me who rode a horse and shot arrows when she was young, was flamboyant, and threatened throughout the capital that she would not marry him, she was so proud, she was so possessive...

At this moment, for the sake of inheriting the incense of the Yun family, she has already forgotten how she threatened him not to take a concubine after getting married!
He hugged this girl who had amazed him for more than ten years, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones, tenderly but firmly:

"Of course, it's true that I like children, but I only like your children and me!"

Indus Courtyard shrouded in night.

It’s like the long-drought land can absorb sweet rain and dew, like a stranded fish returning to the embrace of the sea, like dry firewood under the scorching sun meeting sparks... On this night when the full moon hangs high, the sacred and ancient of the movement.

……

After practicing diligently for fifteen nights, Yun Qingluo finally attracted a trace of true energy into her dantian.

After guiding this trace of true energy to run in the dantian meridian for a cycle, she found that her five senses were much sharper than before, and her body was indescribably smooth.

Thinking of the set of immortal cultivation skills that had been practiced for two years but had no effect at all, Yun Qingluo became a little sluggish again. Does she really have no spiritual roots?However, she also thought that she could go outside to seek answers after she had achieved her internal strength, so she restrained her mind and continued to meditate.

Doctor Xia returned to his home clinic after leaving Yunlou, and soon after successfully refined the Fuming Pill. Xia Feng, who had been in the dark for more than ten years, finally embraced the light again. After the clinic moved to Kyoto, Xia Feng's medical skills gradually approached that of his father.

After Yun Qingluo heard the news, she asked her mother to agree to go to Dr. Xia's clinic to help her learn some medical knowledge, especially herbal medicine.

In this way, in Yun Qingluo's days of practicing swords and memorizing herbs.Shi Yi's old cow finally gnawed on the young grass of Lu'er; the eldest brother finally reaped the crystallization of love with his sister-in-law at the age of 30-her little nephew Yun Jingxiu; Has reached a white-hot stage.However, the seventh prince and elder brother who received the imperial edict are still fighting Zhao Yu's party and robbers in the southwestern border; the second elder brother Yunlou has no news...

……

In Jiguo in July, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the hot air swept past in waves one after another.

On Hualian Mountain, which is more than 50 kilometers away from Kyoto City, there are verdant trees and luxuriant foliage. The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the mountain trails. Cicada is burning with life and singing...

14-year-old Yun Qingluo is dressed smartly, with a bamboo basket on his back, a small cloth bag slung across his body, a saber hanging from his waist, a small medicine pick in his hand, and a pair of black boots , Walking on the path between the mountains and forests, there is a layer of shallow dead leaves piled up on the path, and the feet make a "creaking" sound when stepping on it.

She wanted to go closer to the depths of the forest today, where she would be more likely to find Cuicaowu.

Since she went to Dr. Xia to study Chinese medicine five years ago, every summer, she and Dr. Xia's granddaughter can go to Hualin Mountain to collect medicine for two months.

Hualian Mountain has a large area, and there are many kinds of herbs that can be picked on the mountain. If you are lucky, you can find herbs with a higher age.

Dr. Xia's family has a courtyard in the village at the foot of the mountain, and there are two resident staff who are responsible for picking herbs and buying herbs picked by the villagers throughout the year.Dr. Xia's family members come here from time to time. His granddaughter, 15-year-old Xia Xuan, also likes to study medical skills. Now she is in the stage of needing a wide knowledge of medicinal materials, which requires the combination of theory and practice.

So for the past five years, Yun Qingluo and Xia Xuan have come to Hualian Mountain to dig for medicinal materials in June and July every year.

A few days ago, because of picking a herb growing on a dead tree, Xia Xuan accidentally fell and sprained her left foot. A guy named Liu Yu was in charge of staying in the yard to process and dry the medicinal herbs and take care of her. The man went to the neighboring village to buy medicinal materials.

So today, Yun Qingluo went up the mountain alone.

She looked around as she walked, squatting down to the side of the road from time to time to dig a few common herbs.

After walking for nearly an hour and a half, she finally came to the inner edge of the forest. She put the medicine hoe into the back basket, took out a pill from the small cloth bag and swallowed it. go.

Now, her swordsmanship is considered small, and all the zhenqi in her body can be mobilized enough to break a tree the size of a baby's fist. In addition, she has already applied insect repellent powder all over her body, and there are still some of them made over the years in the cloth bag. Primary antidote.

(End of this chapter)