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Nine Lives Resurrection Grass
Legend has it that Zuo Ci and Ge Hong used the Nine Lives Resurrection Grass to refine the Resurrection Pill, which can revive the dead. The Nine Lives Resurrection Grass grows near moist river valleys, withering when the water source dries up, and reviving when it comes into contact with water again. Guo Jia pointed to the pattern on the scroll and asked Jia Xu, "Do you think there really is such a grass and elixir in the world?" The young Jia Xu, old-fashioned and stern, said that seeking immortality and eternal life was a futile and illusory pursuit. Instead of indulging in the idea of living forever, he should focus on why he had answered the question incorrectly. Guo Jia stuck out his tongue, pretended to be dead, and refused to get up to correct the mistake, no matter how much Jia Xu pushed him.
Later, Guo Jia fell seriously ill, and two famous doctors said that there was no cure for him. Jia Xu leaned on a crutch against a corridor pillar and, through a window crack, saw Guo Jia on his sickbed, his emaciated hand hanging by the bedside, as if it could dissipate at any moment. He suddenly remembered the grass from his youth. When he and Guo Jia climbed the mountains behind Biyong, they had once seen the Nine Lives Resurrection Grass swaying in the wind. Jia Xu thought that he needed a Nine Lives Resurrection Grass. Immortality was a curse, and he wanted to curse Guo Jia.
Jia Xu sought an audience with Prince Guangling in a personal capacity. They had a private, secret conversation behind closed doors, and no one knew what they discussed. All that was known was that after the secret meeting, many members of the Yuan faction scattered to search for the legendary Nine Lives Resurrection Grass. Prince Guangling also personally returned to the Hidden Yuan Pavilion to seek an audience with Master Left and Senior Ge Hong. She wanted to save, but coming out of the Hidden Yuan Pavilion, she understood even more clearly the consequences of confronting the heavens. On the way, Prince Guangling thought, "No one in this world is normal. What's the harm in being a little crazier? We've already come to this day, what's the harm in being a little crazier?"
The Nine Lives Resurrection Grass requires experiencing nine deaths and resurrections to be effective, but Guo Jia exposed this lie. He smiled and gently touched Jia Xu's tense hand, saying, "Death is liberation, Wenhe." Jia Xu was furious, pushed away Guo Jia's hand, took two steps back, and locked eyes with Guo Jia on the bed. It was the same look. Jia Xu tightly gripped the crutch in his hand to restrain himself from swearing out loud. It was the same trick, making him hate it even more. There had been no progress for over a decade, so Jia Xu sneered and said, "Guo Fengxiao, you are truly useless." Guo Jia's consciousness was no longer clear, and after a long time, he slowly uttered a faint "hmm."
There were not many people crying for him. Everyone remained silent.
Jia Xu thought, being born is a lifetime, falling off a horse in youth is death; going to The Imperial College of Bing Yong is a lifetime, meeting Guo Fengxiao is death; traveling with Guo Fengxiao is a lifetime, believing in the Huguang plan is death; being saved by a senior is a lifetime, but having a leg disabled is death; being appointed to Embroidered Attire Tower is a lifetime, Guo Jia's death is death. It can be considered a life-and-death moment, but it doesn't even add up to nine times. The herb of nine lives and deaths, there must be nine deaths, there must be nine lives. Jia Xu thought, it turns out to be a scam.
Blood Soaked in Green Jade
Guo Jia used to smoke behind the senior's back at Biyong, squatting in the cornfield at the back mountain using dried corn cobs as disposable pipes. Jia Xu caught him many times, and every time he dragged him to the senior to apologize, Guo Jia would stick to Jia Xu like a piece of toffee, begging for forgiveness. People who asked Guo Jia for favors gave him a green jade pipe. Later, even though his health was extremely poor, he never let go of it, and the thick smoke blurred his face, sitting on the windowsill, gazing at the mountains of Biyong swallowing clouds and spitting fog. Jia Xu was furious, the same anger as when he first saw him, angry that he didn't take himself or his reputation seriously, angry that he didn't cherish his own feathers. So Jia Xu snatched Guo Jia's pipe and walked away. The calm smoke turned into chaos, Guo Jia coughed for a long time, holding his clothes and following Jia Xu with a hoarse voice calling for Wenhe. Jia Xu walked faster, his slender figure agile, and with a few quick steps, he vaulted over the low wall into Xun's senior's courtyard without looking back or listening to Guo Jia's pleas. Guo Jia saw Jia Xu handing his pipe to the senior while leaning on the wall, he laughed, feeling that Wenhe was truly kind-hearted. Much later, the increasingly emaciated Guo Jia leaned against the window, almost coughing every time he took a puff, the smoke dispersed by his cough, and drops of bright red blood fell on the cotton and linen cloth, even the pipe had traces of blood. The dark green jade merged with the years of wear and tear. Jia Xu snatched Guo Jia's pipe and walked away, shouting Wenhe hoarsely, but his footsteps were faint. Jia Xu turned to see Guo Jia leaning on the door frame, saying, "Wait for me, Wenhe."
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