My talent is resurrection

Chapter 281 Market Lantern Festival, Resembling a God-Man

The weather is fine.

Chen Jiu and Zhou Xian arrived in the town, rented a hut, and lived in it.

Chen Jiu's injuries were too serious, and there were signs of aggravation in the past few days. Zhou Xian couldn't bear to see Chen Jiu enduring the pain on his way, so he stopped in this town first.

The medicine given to Chen Jiu by the old doctor was not very effective. It should be just some basic painkillers. He resisted the pain a few days ago, but now it came back, causing Chen Jiu to frown frequently.

Seeing this, Zhou Xian often frowned, clenched his hands tightly, and kept a memory of the old doctor in his heart.

Chen Jiuyue became silent, seldom spoke, mostly enduring the pain, often woke up in the middle of the night, and then couldn't fall asleep, got up to help Zhou Xian cover the blanket, limped to the side and sat down, thinking constantly.

Chen Jiu didn't want to drag Zhou Xian down, but the injury is too serious now. When he was on the road many times, he would fall on the road if he was careless. If Zhou Xian didn't come to pull him, maybe he wouldn't even be able to get up.

It is also because of this that Zhou Xian decided to stop in this town for a while, take it easy, and take it easy.

The town here is not big, named Shangyu. Although it occupies a small area, it is considered "complete with five internal organs". According to the residents in the city, this town is governed by several gods, which means that there are monks in the city.

As a passer-by, Zhou Xian didn't want to interact with the monks in the city, and she was afraid of causing inexplicable troubles, so she made some calligraphy and paintings in the house every day, and took them to the attic of the calligraphy and painting in the city to exchange for some silver taels. Basic necessities of life are fine.

In addition, Zhou Xian also went around to inquire about the location of famous doctors, but all he got was some useless information, so he could only go to the big medical center in the town every day to grab some expensive nourishing medicine for Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu could only lie on the bed, and heard Zhou Xian calling every day, "Come on, Chen Jiu, it's time to drink the medicine."

At this time, Chen Jiu's expression would be a little weird, but he didn't say much, and he just finished his boredom.

Zhou Xian saw that after Chen Jiu finished drinking, he would put away the bowl, and then sat beside his bed with a smile, chatting about leisure topics.

"Chen Jiu, do you know that there is a lantern festival in this town, the day after tomorrow, shall we go together?"

Chen Jiu leaned against the wall, his face was still pale and weak, but his expression had improved a lot, and he smiled lightly.

"do you want to go?"

Zhou Xian smiled and nodded, "That's right, it's rare to see a lantern festival, so it's a pity not to watch it."

Chen Jiu nodded, "Okay, it's true that the two of us haven't gone for a walk for a long time."

After the two discussed it, Zhou Xian was extremely happy, but immediately felt sad again.

Neither Chen Jiu nor she had any good-looking clothes to wear, and if they went to order in the city, they would not have enough money.

Zhou Xian thought about it, and finally decided to buy the cloth himself, cut it at home in his spare time, and make matching clothes for himself and Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu was already able to walk slowly on the ground, and sometimes he would lean against the wall, watch Zhou Xian tailoring clothes with a chuckle, and give some guiding opinions by the way.

"Would it be better to embroider a dragon here?"

Zhou Xianbai glanced at Chen Jiu, and said angrily: "The one with the dragon tattoo and the tiger embroidery, wouldn't he be a gangster in the market?"

Chen Jiu argued: "Obviously many robes have dragon patterns on them."

Zhou Xian shook his head, "No, no."

No matter how hard Chen Jiu could screw Zhou Xian, he immediately stopped talking and sat on the bed.

In fact, Zhou Xian can wear whatever he makes, not necessarily how good-looking it is.

Zhou Xian watched Chen Jiu ignore it, and snorted softly.

How could it be possible to embroider dragons for him? Otherwise, would it be possible for her to embroider phoenixes on her body?

That's so old-fashioned, it can't be done.

While Zhou Xian was thinking, he gave Chen Jiu another look.

Chen Jiu sat on the bed with a dazed expression, not knowing what was wrong.

Quite a bit of the taste of the pot coming from the sky.

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Zhou Xian lived in the city for a while, and he knew the neighbors who came and went. Although he didn't speak much, he would greet each other a few words.

These neighbors also knew Zhou Xian, and felt that Zhou Xian was a top-notch woman, not only good-looking, but also knowledgeable and sensible. From many words, one could tell that her background must be unusual.

Over time, people in the city became interested in Zhou Xian, and after a little inquiring, they learned of Zhou Xian's current situation.

It seems that he has already married and lives with his father-in-law, but his husband-in-law seems to be reclusive, and only people in the city occasionally see his back, and it is said that he is a sick ghost who is seriously ill, otherwise Zhou Xian would not go to the city. Get some expensive herbs.

Some people secretly thought it was a pity, such a strange woman, how could she have family affairs, and her husband is still a sick ghost.

What a pity, what a pity.

Many young masters in the city are in a depressed mood, but they are never ambiguous about buying Zhou Xian's calligraphy and painting, and are willing to buy at a high price.

Because Zhou Xian's calligraphy and painting are really good, many monks in the city read them, and gave evaluations that they have the style of a master, and they dare not speak nonsense.

As for asking them to estimate the price, that is even more daring.

The monks in the city gradually felt that Zhou Xian's origin was mysterious and tried to make friends.

Zhou Xian never talked much with these monks, they just bought and sold.

Many young masters in the city would find it difficult to have a word with her.

But the brothers in the city were not discouraged, they all felt that they still had a chance, after all, they must be better than Zhou Xian, the sick and dead man, right?

So there were all kinds of presents to strike up a conversation, but Zhou Xian just ignored him, turned around and left, these young masters didn't dare to stop them, they could only be soft-spoken.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, Zhou Xian finished embroidering the clothes. Because Chen Jiu hadn't woken up yet, Zhou Xian went to take up the seat early and sold some calligraphy and paintings by the way.

Zhou Xian is wearing a lavender robe today, with distant mountains embroidered on it, coupled with Zhou Xian's elegant face and temperament, he really looks like a fairy in the sky falling into the mortal world.

A monk wanted to strike up a conversation, but seeing Zhou Xian's appearance as a banished immortal, he was a little afraid and stood there hesitantly.

The bold son-in-law has already stepped forward, because he bought two calligraphy and paintings by Zhou Xian before, so he pretended to be familiar and said at this time.

"Miss Zhou's make-up today is really beautiful, and I can't calm down after looking at it for a long time."

Zhou Xian just glanced at him and didn't reply.

Brother Young Master froze on the spot, laughed dryly, then pretended to look at the calligraphy and painting, and said again.

"Hey, this calligraphy and painting is really good. Miss Zhou sees that we have known each other for so long, can you give me a discount?"

Zhou Xian frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Brother Young Master's expression became more and more angry, and he felt that Zhou Xian really didn't know what to do. No matter how mysterious Zhou Xian's origin is, in this town, he must be given some face, right?

But this week Zhou Xian embarrasses him so much, does he really think he has no temper?
Thinking of this, Brother Gongzi stood up straight, his eyes darkened, he put his hand on Zhou Xian's calligraphy and painting, and was about to speak.

The noisy crowd at the Lantern Festival suddenly fell silent, almost a pin drop could be heard.

Brother Young Master looked in surprise.

I saw a man standing at the front of the crowd, with a golden robe, a slender body, and a pale face that was even more miraculous under the moonlight.

He just stood there, looking at Zhou Xian.

Reminiscent of a god.

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PS: In the past two weeks, I have finished the final exam of the university, and I am preparing for an internship. The update of this book has been unstable. You can’t update chapters a day, and try to finish writing this book before September.

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