Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Lu Zhengqiu was holding a book in his hand.

The book has no eyesight, and it is a circle smaller than ordinary classics, but the paper is thicker, not thin and soft rice paper, but a hard material that is more like cowhide, and each page can be smoothed independently.

Lu Dongqing took it from his master, held it in his hands and flattened it, and the contents of the pages surprised him even more—there were no unusual ink characters on the thick paper, but densely packed indentations and grooves instead, as if written with a hard pen tip. Dip in ink and write hard on it.

Such pens are rare, but he has seen one.He raised his head and asked, "Could it be that this is the note left by Uncle Feng?"

Lu Zhengqiu showed approval, nodded and said: "That's right. Qiming gave it to me. He said he found it from the bookshelf when he was taking care of Mr. Feng's secret room."

Lu Dongqing turned the notes to the back, and quickly frowned: "The second half of the book is incomplete, and the pages seem to have been torn off a lot, why?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "According to what he said, it was like this when it was found."

Feeling very strange, Lu Dongqing simply turned over the first page, held it under her eyes, and carefully read the handwriting on it.

He quickly opened his eyes wide: "Could it be that this is a medical genealogy that records... the process of refining Fuyao Qingfeng?"

Lu Zhengqiu nodded: "Qiming guessed that way too, but he is self-effacing about his inexperienced medical skills, so he asked me to hand over the notes to you, and I hope you can interpret them."

"Let me take a look." Lu Dongqing said impatiently.

The handwriting on the notes was light, and he could only grope with his fingers while identifying them with his eyes, making it very difficult to read.

"It really is a medical genealogy, and the records are quite detailed..." He buried his head between the pages of the book, and said to himself, "Not only does it have pharmacological analysis, but it is also related to martial arts. The method of practice is not something that the people of Yu are familiar with, but it is related to Taiyin Youying, which is an unheard of research..."

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Mr. Feng is relying on these to refine the magic medicine Fuyao Qingfeng."

"That's right," Lu Dongqing nodded and said, "Taiyin Youying was blocked by the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness. Field-based research that can integrate the two, I have never seen in any classic."

Lu Zhengqiu sighed: "I heard that Mr. Feng is a rare genius, it seems to be true."

"It's a pity..." Lu Dongqing couldn't help but silence when she said this, and said after a while, "This notebook is very precious, let me read it again."

He raised the scroll to his eyes again, and this time he read it more intently. He didn't make a sound for a long time, and sat there motionless, only occasionally moving his fingers and turning the pages.

He was so engrossed in reading that he even forgot the world around him, completely unaware that the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually fading away.

Until a pair of hands suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, the slender fingers covered the writing on the book, casting a faint shadow on the paper.

It was Lu Zhengqiu's hand.

He blinked, raised his head from between the pages of the book, and just met Lu Zhengqiu's gaze, who was sitting a short distance away, tilting his head and looking at him with a smile.

"It's getting dark, if you continue reading like this, be careful not to dazzle your eyes."

He nodded blankly, only then did he realize that the sky had turned into a dark blue like a deep pool of water, and there was only a golden-red setting sun in the sky, outlining the outline of the cliff.

The setting sun also outlines the face in front of him, the edges seem to be a little blurred, as if they are about to melt into the night, the corners of the raised mouth appear closer and fuller than usual, the corners of the eyes droop slightly, and the bright eyes seem to be filled with stars.

Seeing him stunned, Lu Zhengqiu added: "I mean, books can't run away, so you can take them home and read them slowly."

Lu Dongqing finally came back to his senses, frowned and said: "Books can also run away, but the second half of them ran into the hands of the Demon Cultists, but it was broken at a critical point."

"The key point?"

He nodded immediately: "I have encountered many abnormal pulse conditions mentioned in this note when I was treating the master. I was puzzled by these problems at first, but now that the answers are right in front of my eyes, I have been overwhelmed by life. Tear it in half."

"Oh?"

His tone became more urgent, his body leaned forward, and he couldn't wait to climb onto the opponent's arm: "If you can find the part that was torn off, maybe you can be cured of your cold disease."

Lu Zhengqiu looked at the apprentice who was close at hand, raised his eyebrows and said: "This is really a discovery that is hidden in the dark."

"Yes," Holly nodded emphatically, "Aren't you happy?"

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "It's just an old illness, I've long been used to living with it."

Before the other party finished speaking, Lu Dongqing took a step forward and hugged those extremely thin shoulders.

He didn't know where his impulse came from. The simple word "old illness" seemed to fall on his heart like cold rain, causing a chill in his chest, and he had to hug the person opposite him tightly. to be relieved.

The man in his arms caressed his shoulder quilt with one hand, and whispered in his ear: "It's obviously good news, what's wrong with you?"

He finally let go of the other party, and lowered his head with shame: "After searching for so long, I finally found a glimmer of hope. I have to thank Senior Brother An very much."

"I've already thanked you in your place."

However, his hands were still clinging to the other's shoulders reluctantly, and the body temperature from the other giant body gradually released along his fingertips, warming his skin and viscera.

Lu Zhengqiu stretched his brows and eyes, and his eyes were bent into proper arcs. His expression was a little tired, but his tiredness was like a rock in a deep pool, covered by the soft water surface, and what was exposed above the water surface was always a warm smile.

This is his master, the person he cherishes the most in this world.

This man was so proud and gentle that he would not even show his weariness and sadness in front of him.

He wanted to jump into the deep pool, see the stones hidden under the water, cover them with his palms, warm them with his body, and grind their edges and corners with his soft fingertips.

But all he had at hand was the black cloth on the other party's body.

He raised his hand, moved away from Lu Zhengqiu's shoulder, and stroked Lu Zhengqiu's cheek instead.

The place where the fingertips touched was incredibly soft, as if it was about to melt into his palm.

Without warning, his thoughts drifted to the portrait on the rock wall of the cave that he saw in the secluded swamp a few hours ago.

At this moment, he finally vaguely understood the emotions flowing in the painting. The painter is not ignorant of pain, nor is he not afraid of darkness, but beyond that, there is something more beautiful and purer, worthy of being alone Stretch out your hand in the dark, outline and describe tirelessly.

Even if the world is a cage, life is a journey, even if the road ahead is dark and the road ahead is boundless, as long as there is such a thing, people will not stagnate in the dust and indulge in sadness.Even if you walk in the mud, you will not forget the sky above your head.

He let his fingers rest on the side of the other party's neck, and said solemnly: "I hope that one day Master will not need to drink medicine, get hurt, or wander around, and can sit under the sunset and enjoy the beautiful scenery."

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Aren't you talking about this moment?"

He shook his head, his voice trembling, and said word by word: "Only at this moment is enough."

The more lacking, the more greedy.

His life is full of separations and farewells, so he yearns for the peaceful morning and evening.

Emotions surged in his chest, ready to come out.

The setting sun in the sky has been swallowed up by the night, but the person opposite is still looking at him, bright eyes floating in the twilight, eyelids half-drawn due to tiredness, eyelashes fluttering slightly under the evening wind.The light lines originating from the corners of the eyes spread to the temples of the ears.

The past of this person is engraved in the wrinkles, which makes him chase desperately but is hard to reach. The track of the groove turns into a thin hook, easily hooking his heart and soul.

He was no longer a naive child, just a few hours ago, he saw An Qiming and Ren Lan whispering in a place where no one was around, rubbing their ears together, touching their palms, and cuddling together lingeringly.

He is also eager to do the same thing to the person in front of him, even though the two respect each other in the name of master and apprentice, and they are both men, if they are seen by others, they will definitely be criticized.

The more you can't do it, the more you want it.

The coexistence of ecstasy and depression was entangled in his chest, almost breaking through his chest.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the corners of Lu Zhengqiu's eyes.