A master of comedy!

Chapter 70 Qinghe Hall

As night deepened, the stars and moon shone brightly.

Only when Zhou Sheng finally saw the stars and the bright moon did he completely let down his guard.

Because his yang energy was damaged, he was on tenterhooks the whole way, fearing that he might encounter some evil spirits. Fortunately, he was not so unlucky.

Returning to the mortal realm means that the possibility of encountering danger is greatly reduced.

The journey was uneventful.

He arrived safely at his house and could faintly hear his master's breathing as he slept next door. He quickly lay down on the bed.

Immediately immerse your mind in the sea of ​​consciousness and convey your wish for divination to the Luoshu.

He had gained a lot of energy tonight, and he wanted to try to figure out where the essence of the five-colored mica was.

No matter what, improving one's strength should always be the top priority.

If he has fifty or a hundred years of cultivation tonight, then what are the ghosts below the stage?

Even if the ghost soldiers of the ghost city were to be mobilized, he could still forcefully break through the encirclement.

That's the real overlord!

Not every time danger arises, a phoenix from the Jade Terrace will appear.

Under Zhou Sheng's expectant gaze, the tortoise shell in his sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, its radiance flowing and condensing, eventually transforming into a golden flame.

The mysterious, profound, and grand sound, like the music of a savage shaman, echoed in his mind, and then a crack appeared on the tortoise shell after being baked.

Become!

Zhou Sheng was overjoyed. He never expected that he would have accumulated enough energy for divination on his second time performing on stage.

Juxianlou is truly a treasure trove!
“The five colors of mica are crystals from the vast blue sky, born from the interaction of the sun and moon, and growing from the earth’s veins containing the five elements.”

"Its green is like the first rays of dawn, its red is like the flames of an alchemical furnace, its white is like the snow accumulated on Kunlun Mountain, its black is like the deep abyss of the dark, and its yellow is like the central earth."

"Under sunlight, it can display seven layers of rainbow; at night, when placed on a desk, it can generate a light mist, like clouds rising from the earth's veins..."

A stream of information entered Zhou Sheng's mind, giving him a deeper understanding of the five-colored mica essence in an instant.

This is truly a rare treasure from the earth's veins, a rare find that is hard to come by.

If used for alchemy, it can turn white hair black and prolong life; if used for weapon forging, it can make swords emit five colors and transcend the mundane.

The famous Tang Dynasty Daoist Sima Chengzhen once said in his "Treatise on Sitting in Oblivion": "The rare treasures of the world may be obtained; but five-colored mica can only be encountered by those with the right conditions."

Fortunately, Luo Shu has the ability to see through the secrets of heaven, so even if one is not destined to have such an opportunity, one can forcibly seize it.

"Within Xunyang City, there is Qinghe Pharmacy; around Xunyang, there is Lushan Immortal Cave."

The sixteen words filled Zhou Sheng with joy, and he wished he could kiss Luo Shu.

What a treasure! It even mentioned two places directly!

The first place was Qinghe Pharmacy in Xunyang City, which was quite unexpected for him. He never thought that such a treasure would be available in an ordinary pharmacy.

It might be a prized possession passed down through generations; acquiring it would probably cost a lot of money.

The second place is the Immortal Cave of Mount Lu. The first place that came to his mind was the Immortal Cave of Lü Dongbin. However, Mount Lu is far away from here, so he plans to go there on the day of Wuji. At that time, he can also cultivate the "Zhengyi Dragon Tiger Earth Pivot Escape Method".

After gathering his thoughts, he decided to go to Qinghetang tomorrow, and of course, he couldn't forget to buy some storybooks for Boss Feng...

Perhaps because he had lost a lot of yang energy, he soon couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

It was unusual for Zhou Sheng not to get up early to strain his voice. Instead, he slept until the sun was high in the sky before slowly waking up. He felt his throat was very dry and his whole body was exhausted.

He was still somewhat listless.

These are symptoms of a significant depletion of Yang energy, which means he has a good constitution; otherwise, he might not even be able to get out of bed today.

As he went out to wash up, he happened to run into his master, who also had a pale face.

The master and apprentice looked at each other.

"No, Master, wait a moment, let me explain—"

Seeing his master silently pick up the wooden stick by the door, Zhou Sheng quickly waved his hand.

"You brat! How many times have I told you to be patient, just bear with it! You can't lose your virginity before you graduate, otherwise it will be bad for your performance of Ghost Festival operas!"

"I'll beat you to death, you traitor!"

He raised his stick to strike, but Zhou Sheng quickly dodged. After several rounds of this, both master and disciple were panting heavily.

"Master, do you still have that medicine? Can I have some?" Zhou Sheng asked, panting heavily, his face slightly flushed. He hadn't expected that just one day later, he would need to drink tonics himself.

Yu Zhensheng rolled his eyes at him.

A moment later, the master and apprentice sat together drinking medicine, staring at each other.

"So, you haven't lost your primordial yang, but rather Xiao Feng has drained too much of your yang energy?"

"Of course, I'm not a casual person."

Zhou Sheng glanced at his master.

Yu Zhensheng gave him a hard knock, but his expression finally softened.

He said he was wondering why his apprentice had suddenly changed his personality. He thought he had gone to the ghost market out of curiosity and then couldn't resist the temptation.

"That's good. Your vital energy is intact. Losing some yang energy is not a big problem and you will recover quickly. However, this was a close call. You should be more careful on the stage in the future."

"Yes, Master, I'll go buy some more medicine."

Zhou Sheng, preoccupied with the essence of the five-colored mica, finished the medicine in one gulp, popped a piece of candy into his mouth, and hurriedly left.

Yu Zhensheng gazed deeply at his retreating figure for a long time, then shook his head and smiled.

"You brat, you've really grown up. You're in such a hurry to go out, are you going to buy Xiaofeng a storybook?"

He paused, then suddenly sighed softly.

"Xiao Feng is a good girl, it's just a pity that humans and ghosts are destined to be apart!"

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Xunyang South Street.

Zhou Sheng spent half a day running around almost the entire city, but still couldn't find Qinghetang.

He asked several people, and they all said they had never heard of Qinghetang in Xunyang City.

Strange, Luo Shu couldn't possibly be lying to him.

He stepped into the last and oldest pharmacy in Xunyang City, called Baicaotang. It was said to have been open in Xunyang City for nearly a hundred years, and three generations of the family had been doctors.

As soon as you enter, a rich aroma of herbs wafts over you. A young man is sorting and organizing medicinal herbs at the counter. Hearing footsteps, he asks without turning around, "Are you here for a consultation or to pick up some medicine?"

"They neither see a doctor nor get medicine."

The young man was taken aback by what he heard, then turned around and his eyes lit up when he saw Zhou Sheng in a black, tight-fitting robe.

Virtual!
Daxu!

A sallow complexion like a crab's belly, dull eyes, pale and lackluster lips, and a bluish nose are signs of severe weakness.

Judging from his clothes and demeanor, he must be no ordinary person. He should be able to sell all the old ginseng, lingzhi, and poria cocos that he has been hoarding for a long time.

"Sir, you must have something you can't say about this. No problem, there's no one here—"

Zhou Sheng interrupted him directly with a dark face, slapping a tael of loose silver on the counter with a loud bang.

"I have a question. Have you ever heard of a pharmacy called Qinghetang?"

The young man was immediately disappointed, saying, "Qinghe Hall? Never heard of it. Our Baicaotang has been in Xunyang City for a hundred years, and we've never heard of any Qinghe Hall."

He suddenly paused, a jolt running through him, as if he had just thought of something.

"Wait, Qinghe Hall? Which 'Qing' and which 'He'?"

"Auspicious clouds often surround the apricot grove in spring, and a gentle breeze brings fragrance to the world."

The young man was startled and looked at Zhou Sheng in great surprise. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Do you know Qinghetang?"

"Of course I know. I'm afraid that apart from my family, almost no one in the entire Xunyang City still remembers this name."

"Where is Qinghetang?"

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up with joy, and he quickly asked.

The young man looked at him strangely and said, "They're long gone. All twenty-six people in Qinghe Hall were slaughtered by the rebel Li Zicheng's army more than a hundred years ago!"

"My grandfather said that they didn't even spare the patients inside; the blood flowed like a river!"

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(End of this chapter)