allonlinenovel Chapter 273 White Plum
Chapter 273 White Plum
The wind from the north, carrying fine snow, swept across the towering glazed eaves of Jiluan Sect.
Zhou Zhou carried Chen Xian on his back and stepped up the thousand-step stone staircase in front of the sect gate.
Chen Xian's right arm hung limply by his shoulder, and the white cloth wrapped around his wrist was soaked in blood, like a withered red plum blossom.
"Just bear with it a little longer. Father will definitely find a way to heal you."
Zhou Zhou's voice was as light as falling snow, but it couldn't hide his trembling.
Chen Xian closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against his cold neck, and his breathing was weak.
The clouds and mists of Jiluan Sect never dissipate all year round, just like Chen Xian's silence, which is suffocating.
Everyone was already waiting in the main hall.
Zhou Zhou said loudly, "I have returned too late, Father. I hope you will forgive me."
Zhou Sheng looked at his son's face and said with emotion, "I have heard about the demon suppression in Nanzhou from Xin Zhao."
"These days have been really hard."
Elder Chixiao noticed the person behind Zhou Zhou and asked, "Who is this..."
Zhou Zhou took a half step back, leaned against Chen Xian, and said firmly: "Reporting to the elder, he is my Taoist companion!"
Elder Chixiao was stunned.
"You mean... this monk Chen is the Taoist partner you found outside?"
After Zhou Sheng understood the situation, he stared at the two of them and asked.
"Exactly."
Zhou Zhou stood in front of Chen Xian neither servile nor arrogant, as if to shield him from all the rumors.
Chen Xian smiled bitterly and turned sideways to lift up the gauze stained with red blood.
"Chen Xian, the only son of the Chen family of Longhua State, greets the Sect Master."
Zhou Sheng said in shock: "Friend Chen, your wrist..."
"Father, I brought him back this time to find a way to repair his tendons!"
Zhou Zhou said sincerely.
Zhou Sheng frowned and motioned the old woman Baiou beside him to come forward.
"Don't be afraid, my friend. Let me help you explore..."
After saying that, a blue light condensed at Bai Ou's fingertips and quickly penetrated into Chen Xian's meridians.
However, in less than half an incense stick of time, her brows suddenly furrowed.
"The tendons in my hand are so severed that ordinary pills are useless."
"Unless... Lingluan Grass."
Zhou Zhou trembled all over.
Jiluan Pond has been empty for a hundred years, and its name has long become a legend.
"Elder Bai, besides the Lingluan Grass, don't you have any other means?"
Zhou Sheng asked.
Bai Ou slowly turned around and said, "Master, my friend Chen's tendons and veins are different from those of ordinary people. He has mastered the art of physical cultivation."
"Repairing a broken tendon is no different from a normal cultivator rebuilding their Dantian."
"All we can do now is to prevent the wound on the wrist from getting worse. As for the magical technique of tendon repair, I'm afraid we'll have to go to Zhongdu to find it..."
Zhou Zhou was silent.
Zhongdu.
He had only seen it in the ancient books of the sect, which was a place very far away from the Dongxuan Continent.
"Since there is no other way, how about we listen to Elder Bai's arrangements and stay in Jiluan Sect to recuperate for the time being?"
Zhou Sheng said.
Chen Xian opened his eyes slightly, his eyes showing fatigue, but he still forced a smile.
"Thank you for your kindness, Sect Master. However, I am already disabled and dare not disturb your sect for too long..."
"It's better to return to the Central Plains as soon as possible."
When Zhou Zhou heard this, his heart suddenly tightened and he quickly turned to look at him: "Ah Xian, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Chen Xian closed his eyes and remained silent.
Zhou Zhou grabbed his arm and said, "Just stay in the sect and recuperate. I'll find a way to take care of the rest!"
*
The wing room is located in Tingxue Pavilion, and outside the window is a tree full of white plum blossoms in full bloom.
When Zhou Zhou brought the medicine bowl, Chen Xian was staring at his right hand in a daze.
"Be good, come and drink your medicine."
He handed the porcelain spoon to Chen Xian's lips.
"What's the use of drinking medicine for a useless person?"
Chen Xian suddenly raised his hand and knocked over the medicine bowl, sending porcelain shards scattering all over the floor.
"First, take care of yourself," Zhou Zhou said solemnly. "As for the treatment of your hand tendon, I've already sent someone to investigate."
Chen Xian's eyes were red, like a trapped animal. "Didn't the elder say that there was no other way except to get the Lingluan Grass or go to Zhongdu?"
"Zhou Zhou, why did you lie to me?"
"I practiced boxing. Without these hands, I can't do anything."
The air was stagnant for a moment.
Zhou Zhou squatted down silently to pick up the fragments. The icy spiritual energy overflowed unconsciously, freezing the medicinal juice into crystal amber.
"I will find the Lingluan Grass." He stroked the hideous scar on Chen Xian's wrist with his fingertips. "That night in the Southern Territory, you said you wouldn't be angry with me anymore. Do you still mean what you said?"
Chen Xian turned his head away, and a tear fell on the back of Zhou Zhou's hand, burning his heart and causing pain.
Zhou Zhou gently held Chen Xian in his arms, as if he was holding the most fragile treasure in the world, and let his tears soak his clothes.
"Don't be afraid."
Chen Xian did not answer, but his body trembled slightly, accompanied by faint sobs.
Zhou Zhou stroked his back again and again, "Don't cry, don't cry, the sky hasn't fallen yet, there are plenty of ways."
Outside the window, two red-lined cuckoos just climbed onto a branch, flapped their wings, and flew south.
"A bird raised in the sect?"
Chen Xian asked in a hoarse voice.
"Yes, it's a small migratory bird," Zhou Zhou said, patiently stroking his hair. "At the end of every year, they fly south in pairs."
"Fly south?" Chen Xian said dejectedly, "They are so free. They have wings and can go anywhere."
"Unlike me, with my hands crippled, I'm not even eligible to participate in the Xuanyu Sect election..."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "Ah Xian, what's so good about the Xuanyu Sect?"
"If you want to join the Jiluan Sect, just say a word from me and you can immediately become an inner disciple!"
Chen Xian had a bitter smile on his face. He took a deep breath and said, "As the young master of Jiluan Sect, you naturally don't understand our ordinary thoughts."
Zhou Zhou grabbed his shoulders and wanted to say something else, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.
After a long while, he whispered, "You lie down and rest first. I'll go to the kitchen and make some pear soup."
Looking at Zhou Zhou's departing back, Chen Xian felt mixed emotions.
He slowly lay down on the bed, staring at the curtains above the bed, and gradually fell asleep.
*
These days, Zhou Zhou has been very close to Chen Xian.
In the morning, she helps him dress and eat, in the evening, she helps him wash his body, and even supports his hips when he goes to the toilet.
"Young Master, are you so free every day?"
Chen Xian frowned.
"I've been traveling so long, my father gave me a month's vacation," Zhou Zhou kissed his forehead. "Besides... I'm worried about letting someone else take care of you."
Chen Xian had a stern face, his expression stiff because of the kiss just now.
Zhou Zhou undid his hair and gently combed it with a comb dipped in plum scent. "This hair oil is brewed with white plum blossoms. It combs smoothly and smells nice."
Chen Xian said dissatisfiedly: "I am letting others manipulate me now. Are you happy?"
"Ah Xian, why do you think that?" Zhou Zhou said helplessly, "Just being by your side makes me very satisfied."
Chen Xian was silent for a long time, then said, "That night was just an accident."
"I know."
"You don't have to love me like this."
Zhou Zhou paused for a moment, then returned to normal.
Chen Xian chuckled and said, "Why? Did you find that you loved the wrong person?"
Zhou Zhou put down the comb and leaned close to his eyes: "Ah Xian, if you have any anger, just take it out on me."
"But this is not the case."
"You are not allowed to have wild thoughts."
Chen Xian said bluntly: "Brother Zhou, it's not too late to give up on me now. I don't blame you."
Zhou Zhou gently held Chen Xian's hand, applying a little force with his fingertips.
"Ah Xian, you're always like this, shutting yourself in a shell and refusing to let anyone get close to you," Zhou Zhou said in a low and gentle voice, "but now that I'm here, don't even think about kicking me out."
"Zhou Zhou...you..."
"Um……"
Before Chen Xian could say anything, a domineering kiss had already landed on his lips.
Zhou Zhou's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to strip the person in front of him clean.
"Ah Xian, don't resist me——"
"Just like that night."