What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Unexpectedly, the day of goodbye that Xiao Fang had said would come so soon—but Xu Chuilu didn't have the intention to go up to say hello either.

The two "talked very happily", and drank several pots of flower carvings on the question of "how much is a piece of immortal grass worth?" Xu Chuilu thought it was funny. It seemed that this group of Jianghu people couldn't talk without drinking. Putting this kind of problem on the wine table to discuss whether it will be resolved faster or slower.

She didn't listen to their conversation carefully, she just focused on the steamed cake and small bowl of almond porridge in front of her.After all, eating is extremely important to her, distraction and negligence will affect the efficiency of physical recovery.

Concentration is not always a good thing. For example, at this moment, when the young man in the bamboo hat walked towards her, she believed that she must have missed some important content.

"You're his friend? Then you're—"

He strode over and sat down opposite her by the edge of the table.

Xu Chuilu raised her head when she heard the sound, the other party was taken aback for a moment, and opened her mouth in astonishment: "It's you... Snowflake Cake!"

"..."

What is wrong with calling people by food?

Xu Chuilu put down the porcelain spoon and said with a smile, "Well, why did the young man come to Puzhou?"

"Just came here and encountered such bad luck, do you really know that drunkard?" He took out a wooden chopstick from the bamboo tube, and pointed at Yun Ji who was sitting at a table a little far away, who was embarrassed.

"I've seen it twice."

The young man smiled knowingly: "Ha, let me tell you how he met a wealthy family like you, he really lied to me!"

"He said I could pay his debts?"

"It's about the same."

Xu Chuilu felt that Yunji was not a poor person, and that the concubine Xiang's bamboo fan alone was worth a lot, and a piece of medicinal herb would not embarrass him so much, so she couldn't help asking: "How much money do you want him to pay?"

The young man said casually, "100 taels."

Xu Chuilu choked: "Then I can't help him either."

The young man was also very surprised: "Can't you even take out 100 taels? I think your clothes are more than—"

"No, I am not in charge of my family's accounts, and I don't have much cash on me."

All the money is with Shui Lian, and he doesn't need to pay for it on a daily basis.

"Oh, well, since you don't know him well, I'll continue to settle accounts with him." He was very interested in finding fault, and he patted the holster on his waist and was about to get up.

"Wait." Xu Chuilu suddenly stopped him, "Although I don't have any silver taels, I can help you recover that grass."

"What did you say?"

"I can make that leaf grow back."

The young man's expression changed several times, and finally stopped at seriousness: "This is not a good joke."

"Give me your... Immortal Herb, and I'll return you a complete one in a quarter of an hour. If it's done, don't make things difficult for him."

The young man squinted, and his light brown pupils showed a little interest: "Okay, let you try."

He opened the medical box and took out the misty-colored ice-cracked porcelain box. The grass plant was rooted in the black soil with an inch of thickness at the bottom, leaning delicately against the porcelain walls on both sides, already looking like it was about to wither and wither.

Xu Chuilu didn't know this kind of plant, but felt that it didn't look like a rare medicinal material from the outside.She picked up the porcelain box and nodded to him: "Well, you are waiting for me here."

She was able to eat breakfast leisurely because Xiao Fangdao went out to discuss matters with Yu Zhongsu this morning, and the group could not set off on their way, so they went to rest separately.

However, she had just reached the fourth floor of the inn when she saw a thin blade-like figure standing beside the railing of the wooden ladder. Xiao Fangdao came back at some unknown time, and happened to see her trotting up the stairs nervously holding something in her arms—he was caught for being a guilty conscience. .

Xu Chuilu quickly stuffed the box into his cuff.

Of course, this is completely superfluous.

"Why help him?" Xiao Fangdao walked into the depths of the corridor with a calm tone.

This "he" refers to Yun Ji.

She stepped up to keep up, and said as she walked: "It's not to help him, even if he can't pay compensation, the doctor will not do anything."

"I think those two are having fun, why do you bother?" Xiao Fangdao pushed open the door.

"I don't know." She stroked the smooth surface of the porcelain box, "I just think that when he is in trouble, it's always someone else who is unlucky."

"Oh?"

"The main reason is that I am afraid of my own bad luck." Xu Chuilu said in a low tone, "After listening to what you said yesterday, I think that if he wants to borrow money from me, it will eventually develop into a reciprocal promise, which is extremely scary."

Xiao Fangdao chuckled a few times: "Okay, then you can help. I also want to see how you can restore that grass to its original state."

The two had already entered the room, Xu Cuilu put the porcelain box on the table, and gently lifted the lid.

"Of course the suzerain wants to see it, as long as you don't treat me as a demon and kill me on the spot."

"If you are a demon, I should be afraid of you."

"..."

No, even if there are ghosts in the world, they should be afraid of you.

[Host, do you want to use permanent modification? ]

[Well, I plan to try.This grass shouldn't affect the completion, right?It's just a piece of grass that's dying. 】

[I can't give an answer, but I am willing to give the most sincere blessings. ]

Xu Chuilu moved his brush with Qi, adding false vitality to this decaying life according to the shape of the fallen leaves.

Xiao Fangdao leaned on the corner of the table with one hand, lowered his head and stared at it seriously.And with Xu Chuilu's movements, the scene she saw became more and more blurred, those swimming color patches under her fingers were thick, sometimes faded, sometimes bright and sometimes clear, and that part of the wrist was swung firmly and familiarly, like a pen running like a dragon. , the meaning of ink is smooth, without any trace of stagnation.

Things cannot be seen, but people can take care of them.

Xiao Fangdao shifted his gaze to the clear face of the person beside her. Her pupils only reflected the greenness of the medicinal fairy grass, and there was no trace of gorgeous color on her face, only a piece of soft and greasy white. The frost is softer, like a moon fairy with a fluttering onyx coat and a drink of wind and dew——

No, this fairy dresses warmer than anyone else, and eats more than anyone else.

"All right."

As soon as Xu Chuilu raised his head, he almost bumped into Xiao Fangdao's chin.

Fortunately, there were no gold or silver ornaments on her head, otherwise Xiao Fangdao's face would have been scratched.

She was still in shock and slandered: Is this the only reaction speed that is number one in the world?

"……Um."

Xiao Fangdao didn't say anything, and he didn't make any comments. He wasn't shocked by the magical functions of the system at all, and he wasn't even as surprised as Xu Chuilu was when he tried to modify the functions for the first time.

【Chaolu, you can't do it. 】

[? ]

[Is my golden finger not big enough, she isn't at all—why don't I look at the omnipotent fan chart? 】

Xu Chuilu shifted his gaze slightly, and found that there was a void on the fan chart, which was a genuine calm and calm emotion.

Okay, those with a strong mentality can't refuse to accept it.

She checked the shape of the leaves again, covered the box and went down the stairs.

The sky was getting brighter and the lobby was bustling with activity. It took Xu Chuilu a lot of eyesight to find the young man. He was sitting at the table where there were more wine jars than dishes, and he ate and ate very unrefinedly.

Xu Chuilu saw Yunji opposite him with his head on the table, his arms hanging down, his breathing was heavy, and he was unconscious, so he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Drunk." The young man ate happily, "It may also be that he is afraid of my debt collection and pretends to be drunk."

That's unlikely, even if Yunji pretends to be drunk, he still pays attention to his appearance, he will never let his clothes rub off on the table like a rag, he must be really drunk.

Or...not drunk.

"Is he okay?" Xu Chuilu put down the porcelain box.

"What could be the matter? He is a head taller than me, who would have thought that he can drink so badly." The young man slid open the lid while disgusted.

His expression froze the moment he saw the complete plant.

"You—where did you get it?"

"This is what you just gave me."

Did he think that he could find a medicinal herb that was exactly the same as it in such a short period of time?

"Broken grass can be regenerated, but..."

His eyes suddenly became soft, which covered his light brown face with misty softness, this softness made Xu Cuilu feel a little suffocated, as if there was something vaguely hidden in the mist, as long as you push away the A layer of mist can see its true appearance.

"Is this a recovery?" she said.

He put his palm against the lid, closed his eyes and said, "Of course."

Seeing that he didn't ask, Xu Chuilu also felt a little relieved: "Then don't worry about this drunkard, let the waiter take him back to the room."

"Girl, you helped me. To thank you..." He suddenly became polite and polite, "I can walk with you. If you are injured or sick along the way, I won't charge you for the consultation."

"...?"

Is this a thank you or a sales pitch?

But Xu Chuilu didn't want to refuse, because although this group of people was powerful and there were many martial arts masters, they didn't have a single serious doctor, not only the ones they brought out, even in the Unfeeling Sect, it seemed that there was no disciple who specialized in treating diseases.

This configuration is very unscientific.

But maybe there is something hidden in it, and she doesn't dare to ask.

"What's the matter?" The young man was slightly puzzled, as if he thought that the reward he gave was very generous.

Xu Chuilu laughed dryly: "We're going to Xiyong, it's okay if we go on the same road with you, but it's okay if we don't go the same way..."

"Naturally go the same way. How can a Jiang Hu person like me not join in the excitement of the martial arts conference?"

"But I can't decide this matter. I have to ask... my eldest sister."

The young man folded his arms and smiled, with a confident look on his brows: "She will definitely agree. You must remember to say that my surname is Cang and my name is Cangwu."

Cangwu?

She looked at the person in front of her again, he was bloated, and there was not much skin exposed, bamboo hat, long knife, medical box, skin color... There were many things that stood out about him, but one thing was deeply hidden of.

His voice is hoarse, but his smile is clear and clear. His expression is often exaggerated, appearing pure and hearty, but the melancholy and gentleness when stroking the medicinal fairy grass is deep and calm.

Xu Chuilu found that she had been deceived several times by this person's appearance—no, it was her wishful thinking and misinterpretation, so she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"You..." she tentatively asked, "Should I call you Miss Cang?"

Cang Wu laughed: "You are the one who recognized my identity in the shortest time. I never said I was a man."

Xu Chuilu seems to understand the Jianghu people who like to drink.

Sometimes, a drink is more expressive than continuous whispering.