Legendary Pharmacist

The room of the inn was also made of stones. The walls and ceiling inside were also decorated with potted vines, making it look like a natural cave. The ground is covered with wooden floors, and there is a fireplace in the corner. Even though it is so cold outside, the room is still as warm as spring.

The room Liu Mouzhi arranged for them consisted of three separate bedrooms connected by a living room in the middle.

After sending Zheng Qiu and the others to the room, Liu Mouzhi hurried out, and after a while, he brought a big basket of clothes.

These clothes include robes and long skirts, vests and short jackets, in different styles and sizes, but the color of these clothes is all white, and the black dry cloud characters are embroidered on the sleeves and skirts.

Liu Mouzhi told them that these clothes were produced by Qianyun Zong, and they were called Qianyun weaving embroidery. Each piece was very valuable, and it was a new product of Qianyun Zong, and it was not easy to buy it outside.

Zheng Qiu picked out a short jacket for himself. While choosing, the dust on his hands got on the other clothes in the basket.

Zheng Qiu quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't make it dirty on purpose, not on purpose."

Liu Mouzhi didn't take it seriously: "Hey, there's no need to apologize. Just look!"

He picked up the soiled clothes, poured a glass of water and sprinkled it on, and then wiped the clothes with his palm: "Look, it's clean like this, without any dust at all."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"That's natural. This dry cloud weaving embroidery is made of special materials. It is not stained with dust, does not enter water, and is light and breathable. Moreover, the surface of this garment can be made into other colors, and any pattern can be embroidered. It has been more than 20 years ago. A sect has ordered a uniform for us. If you like it, you can choose some more."

Zheng Qiu shook his head: "No, no, Brother Mouzhi, you gave us one piece for each of us. We are already very grateful, and I really can't bear this kind of favor."

The master also agreed aloud: "The clothes are so precious, why don't you take them back, our clothes can be worn after washing."

Liu Mouzhi hid the basket behind his back: "You guys are really out of touch. If you have cloud symbols, they are my people from the Yunzong. Since you are one of us, you should use the good things distributed by the Zongli. I I won’t bother you to change clothes and rest, dinner is on the second floor, you can choose what you like.”

After Liu Mouzhi left, the three of them went back to the bathroom to change and wash their clothes. The bathroom is inside the bedroom, a cubicle made of wooden boards. A wooden bucket full of water was placed on the floor of the compartment, and a thin bamboo pole hung from the ceiling above the wooden bucket, from which clean water flowed continuously.

Zheng Qiu looked left and right at the bamboo pole, studied for a long time, but he just couldn't figure out why there was endless clear water in the bamboo pole. Forget it, don't do it if you don't understand it, Zheng Qiu scooped up water from the wooden bucket, washed himself well, and changed into Gan Yunzong's white jacket.

Not to mention, the clothes called Qianyun Weaving Embroidery were really comfortable, light and soft. He bent over and stretched his back, feeling much more relaxed.

Changing and washing clothes is very difficult for Yunyou. Although Zheng Qiu and his master are aware of this, it is not convenient for them to help. The two of them could only boil water and make tea in the living room, sitting on chairs and waiting slowly.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, about an hour later, Yunyou moved her wheelchair out of the bedroom with wet long hair. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long."

"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Qiu handed over a cup of hot tea, "Sister Yunyou looks more beautiful in this dress than before, it's worth the wait."

"Zheng Qiu! When will you be glib? You don't learn well at all."

"I'm telling the truth."

"Okay, okay, let's finish the meal quickly, don't miss the time." The master patted Zheng Qiu's head, and turned behind Yunyou to push the wheelchair.

"Well, the master is right, eat first!"

There is a small restaurant on the second floor of the post station. All the food is placed on the wooden shelves inside the restaurant, and those who come to eat can take it at will.

Before entering the restaurant, Zheng Qiu was very excited, but when it was time to eat, his mind was full of two words of depression.

Only fruits and vegetables are eaten on the wooden shelf, and what is drunk in the bottle is only some unknown water or dew. What's more, there are a few wooden sticks on a plate, so it's hard to let people use it as chopsticks.

Just like what the master said, people who eat pills are just pretending to eat, which is not interesting at all.

Grabbing a fruit and biting it viciously, Zheng Qiu chewed hard and looked at Yunyou across the table. Yunyou also had a look of helplessness on her face. Since her cultivation base was abolished, she also had to eat rice and the like. If she doesn't eat, her stomach will tell her what hunger is.

There was also a cultivator sitting by the window of the restaurant, a slightly fat middle-aged man. The man was admiring the scenery outside the window, and from time to time picked up small pieces of fruit from the plate and put them into his mouth. But when he saw the three people in the restaurant kept nibbling fruit, and the plates were piled up one after another, he was stunned.

The man picked up the uncut fruit in front of him and looked at it. His face was full of doubts. It's not a treasure. Is it so delicious? He hesitated for a while, brought the fruit to his mouth, and imitated his behavior and took a bite.

After being convinced that it was the same thing and the same taste, the man quickly put down the fruit. Where did the country bumpkin come from, do you still want to use this to fill your stomach? The man shook his head, unable to bear it any longer. He drank the water in the glass in one gulp, stood up and left the restaurant in a hurry.

Pa, when the fortieth empty plate was piled on the table, Zheng Qiu finally let out a full belch. Rubbing his stomach and leaning against the back of the chair, Zheng Qiu stuck out his tongue: "Uh, I'm finally full, and I don't know if these fruits will make me hungry."

Yunyou sighed: "These foods are all prepared for practitioners, and it's already too much for us to eat so much."

"By the way," the master gnawed the last fruit, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Don't we still have a piece of cake, go back and share it!"

"That's right, that's right, there is still a piece of cake!" Zheng Qiu stood up and walked out impatiently. Just as he ran out of the restaurant, he turned back.

"Sister Yunyou can't be left behind, Sister Yunyou has to eat too."

After eating the cake, all three of them had a good night's rest. They thought they would eat fruit to satisfy their hunger the next day, but when they arrived at the dining room in the morning, they found a large bowl of rice on the wooden shelf, and five dishes were lined up next to the rice, including meat, fish, soup, and soup.

Needless to say, one can guess that this must have been arranged by Liu Mouzhi. I don't know where he got these things, they are still steaming.

There were very few people in the station. Except for Liu Mouzhi and the man he met at the first dinner, Zheng Qiu only saw two middle-aged women working and another practitioner wearing a vest.

After the bamboo pole of the bathroom running water, Zheng Qiu found another strange place. The fire in the fireplace in the living room was burning every day, but no one came to add firewood, and I didn't know what was burning inside.

Time passed quickly, before Zheng Qiu figured out the bamboo poles and the fireplace, Liu Mouzhi came to the living room and told them that the Tian Zhou was coming.