Hualiu disease is not a particularly difficult disease. Qianyu just refined a few third-grade elixirs, and wrote a prescription for external use, which he gave to Daochang.
"The reason why you suffer from this disease is probably because you don't take good care of yourself and are messing around with others." Qianyu criticized.
Daochang said painfully: "What an injustice! It was also the first time for Pindao to work with others. Unexpectedly, he got off to a bad start and contracted this problem after doing it."
"Are you sure this is your first time?"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, I swear, this is definitely the first time."
From the look on Daochang's face, it didn't look like he was lying. Qianyu asked curiously: "Who did you do this with?"
"It's all the trouble caused by the saints of Zuixian Pavilion." Daochang said regretfully, "I heard that saints are noble and elegant, independent from the world, and untainted by the fireworks of the world. If I can sleep with them in my arms in this life, death will be enough.
Yes. By chance, I met a saint named Yan Yu. She saw that I was handsome and was deeply impressed by my charm. She took the initiative to throw herself into my arms. I let nature take its course and started dating her.
Had a relationship."
"After that, she asked for payment from me, saying that I could not possess her body for free. I thought it was reasonable, so I gave her my spiritual stone, and she took my place."
"In other words, you are not number fourteen now?" Qianyu realized that he had been fooled.
"No." Daochang smiled sheepishly.
"Then what's your name now?"
"Four...forty-two."
"What?" Qianyu was very angry, and Zhang Hai was also surprised, because the ranking will not be automatically displayed on the spirit stone. Only when the holder transfers vitality into the spirit stone will the name and ranking be displayed.
"Don't be angry, Pindao is willing to follow the master, be the master's bodyguard, and protect the master's safety." Daochang said with some shame.
Qianyu's anger subsided a little.
"Master, Pindao is a well-known kind person. You helped me, and I will never be ungrateful." Daochang assured.
"It's true." Qianyu was no longer angry. He could only believe in Daochang.
"It's hard to chase a horse!" Daochang happily said the second half of the sentence.
"Then help me get my ranking back." Qianyu gave Daochang a task, and Daochang accepted it with a sad look on his face, saying: "It's the hardest to get the ranking back, but since it's the master's request, Pindao will definitely complete the task.
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"Master, give me half a month." Daochang wanted to return to Lingshi and set off for the Heart Refining Tower.
"Where can I find you then?"
"Hey, master, don't worry, Pindao will naturally come to you." Daochang smiled mysteriously and left happily.
"Taoists have a secret technique for finding people. You only need to preserve the person's scent to accurately find the person's location. When you touch the spirit stone, your mark is left on the spirit stone. He should be tracking it through the mark.
Your position." Zhang Hai explained.
Qianyu suddenly realized that Daochang still had such a skill.
"Do you know about the saint named Yan Yu that Tao often talks about?"
"I don't know." Zhang Hai shook his head, "There is a place with good information. I will take you to ask."
With that said, Zhang Hai took Qianyu to Chumo Building. He said it was called "Lou", but there was no shadow of the building on the ground. It turned out that the place where Chumo Building was located was an area with a very strong fire attribute, and the ground was abnormal.
Even practitioners cannot stay in the heat for long.
The cultivators discovered that the temperature on the ground was extremely hot, but the underground was very suitable for survival, so they built the Chumo Tower underground. The two of them went down the stone stairs. It was a little hot at first, and they went down to nearly ten meters.
The temperature has become cooler, and from here, you can see the first floor of Chumo Tower.
Yuan stones were installed everywhere underground, and the light lit up the entire area like daylight. Here, the cultivators forcibly created an open area that was a hundred meters wide and more than thirty meters high.
Chumo Building is divided into six floors. The first three floors are free to enter, while the lower three floors require gold coins.
On the first floor, Qianyu's first impression was that there were many books. Ten rows of spacious bookshelves were erected in the 100-meter space. Each bookshelf was filled with books, and various calligraphy and paintings were posted on the walls. There was a sign posted at the entrance.
A pair of couplets. The first couplet is: It is better to rest than to cultivate immortality. The second couplet is: Rest cannot cultivate immortality. The horizontal line is: Do not envy immortals.
"Interesting." Qianyu smiled knowingly when he saw the couplet at the door. There were more than twenty cultivators inside, divided into four teams, each doing different things.
Qianyu walked over curiously. In the first group, three cultivators were reciting poems. Only one cultivator said: The day is too dazzling, and pedestrians are crying. If you don't want to shed tears, hey hey at night.
After he finished reciting the poem, the other two practitioners laughed loudly, and one of them commented: "Brother Wang, this poem is too obscene, I will make one."
"tell me the story."
Qianyu and Zhang Hai were also listening.
"On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze."
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" As soon as this poem came out, the other two cultivators immediately praised it loudly, and Qianyu and Zhang Hai also nodded in praise.
"I have another poem that breaks the rules and I will recite it for you." Another cultivator was not to be outdone and began to recite the poem attentively.
"get up.
Rubbed his eyes.
I smiled and looked down.
It turns out I wet the bed.
I stood up and wiped it dry with a cloth.
Then he pooped.
I got out of bed
He looks like a returning king!"
After reading the poem, the group fell silent. The same question came to everyone's mind: "Can this nonsense be called poetry?"
Qianyu and Zhang Hai stopped staying and came to the second team. Listening to their tone, the two teams were debating. One side insisted that the advantages of cultivating immortals outweighed the disadvantages, while the other insisted that the disadvantages of cultivating immortals outweighed the advantages. The two sides were so quarrelsome that they almost fought.
stand up.
The third team was particularly quiet, with eight people in total. They were all writing.
"What are you writing?" Qianyu leaned over and asked quietly.
"I'm writing a letter to my future self." one of them replied.
"Written to the future?" Qianyu felt very fresh.
"Write down what expectations you have for your future self. You can write down whatever you want to say." Zhang Hai suggested Qianyu try it. He had already written it down.
"Written to how many years from now?"
"What I wrote is that twenty years from now, the life span of cultivators will be much longer than that of ordinary people. Most of them will have a life span of hundreds of years, and twenty years is just a blink of an eye."
"Then write to yourself twenty years from now." Qianyu decided on the topic he wanted to write about.
"After writing it, leave a bloody fingerprint. Twenty years later, Chumolou will arrange for a messenger to deliver this letter to you." Zhang Hai was familiar with the process. Qianyu nodded and started writing...
"To you twenty years from now:
Qianyu, you can see your words as your face!
I looked at the underground scenery, and the words on the table were crowded. I am holding a pen now, and this letter is written to you in the future..."