Chapter 14: Hair Combing
There was the sound of cicadas chirping. The weather was getting hotter and before they knew it, it was summer.
The writing brush swept across the white rice paper as he wrote out the medical records in his delicate and pretty handwriting. Not a single part of it was illegible. From the earliest wound treatment, to the expulsion of the drugs, to the unblocking of the meridians and reformation of the Dantian three months ago, he wrote a detailed prescription case for each medication procedure. He bound them into a book as medical records for future reference.
But regarding Yue Wuhuan’s mental state, Song Qingshi didn’t know what to write. He hesitated for a long time and finally simply gave a brief account in the medical record; comparing before and after, things seemed to be turning for the better.
Yue Wuhuan developed a regular work and rest schedule. He busied himself bustling about.
He found an unused sword in the treasury and he would get up before dawn and practice his swordsmanship for four hours. He would then wait for Song Qingshi to freshen up and read with him for another four hours, studying medical knowledge. In the afternoon, they would either study anatomy together or try to make medicine and refine pills. In the evening, after dealing with the Medicine King’s Valley’s internal affairs, he would meditate for four more hours.
A cultivator’s constitution required little sleep and so he didn’t want to waste any time, sleeping only two or four hours a day. If it weren’t for Song Qingshi insisting they share a meal together, Yue Wuhuan would do away with food and use fasting pills instead.
Song Qingshi never ever thought that in his lifetime, he would be the one to persuade someone else to take it easy with the studying.
Yue Wuhuan said though that he had already wasted too much time. He had to make the best use of every minute.
Because of his previous experience in Foundation Building, his aptitude improved. He soon returned to the sixth level of the Qi Condensation stage. Foundation Building was just around the corner.
Song Qingshi looked at his improving physical condition written down in the record and decided to just let him have his way.
…
With the arrival of summer, Song Qingshi discovered the benefits of ice silk. In the previous world, he loved wearing silk pajamas, he loved falling asleep feeling the soft and natural sensation of silk. It could be considered as his little bit of insistence in his otherwise careless living. Immortal ice silk was a few grades better than mortal silk, sticking to the body, light as nothing, it was slightly cool and glossy, sweeping away all the heat.
He asked the valley servants to purchase a few bolts of plain-colored ice silk to make into modern two-piece pajamas. Wearing the loose, long-sleeved T-shirts with the large neckline and loose-fitting trousers every day made sleeping very comfortable.
He tried to recommend the improved pajamas to Yue Wuhuan.
Yue Wuhuan stared for a long time at the pajamas he was wearing, refused and then went to practice swordsmanship for an additional two hours.
Song Qingshi also wanted to cut his hair. He wasn’t used to grown men having such long hair. He spent all day at home and didn’t want to waste time combing his hair. He stood in front of the mirror and held the scissors his hand. He made cutting gestures with it for a long time, thinking of how to set about. Yue Wuhuan came in and saw this scene. Lightning quick, he snatched away his scissors and for the first time, lost his temper. “What is Master planning on doing?!”
“One’s body, hair and skin are all very precious. In the eyes of the people, there are only three situations in which men cut their hair.” Yue Wuhuan could hardly contain his anger and his tone was very severe. “One is when he leaves home to enter the monastery, two is when one is guilty of a crime and the three is if he is an egotistical and arrogant disciple. Which one does Master wish to be?”
“Let me try.” Yue Wuhuan sighed after learning his reason. He took the fragrant wood comb from the dressing table and poured some orchid oil into the palm of his hand. He carefully arranged his fine and long hair for him. He used long and thin braids to fasten them and rolled them up into a bun. He then placed a white jade crown on top and then finally, reluctantly let go, “Is this good?”
“Very good. You’re really skilled with your hands.” Song Qingshi looked at his hair that was combed many times more neatly than he ever could. After praising him, he asked, “Wuhuan, should I find a maid to comb my hair? ”
Yue Wuhuan paused with the comb in his hand. He suppressed his faint malice from emanating and asked softly, “Master…doesn’t like my hairdressing? You wish to find someone else to do it?”
Song Qingshi immediately denied, “I’m afraid I would be wasting your time on such a menial task.”
Yue Wuhuan turned his head and smiled, “Wuhuan has received great favor from the Master and there is no way I could every repay the kindness. It makes sleeping hard at night. If the Master would let me do this little bit, it would bring a bit of peace to me…”
Hearing that doing this would make him feel better, Song Qingshi decisively agreed, “If you don’t find it bothersome, then my hair shall be in your care.”
Yue Wuhuan gently combed his sideburns for him and agreed with a smile.
When he was young, he once saw his elder brother, the crown prince, comb his imperial concubine’s hair, all gentle and careful.
At that time, he greatly admired his brother, who was the most powerful general in their army. He didn’t understand why he would do this boring and silly thing. But his brother told him cheerfully, “Grasp the hand comb and comb through great affection yet leave the hair to coil a predestined relationship. Little Wuhuan, you will understand this kind of pleasure when you meet someone you like.”
At that time, he didn’t understand.
Now, he understood what it was like to let these threads of love slip across his fingertips and stir his heartstrings.
He placed the fragrant wood comb against his lips and kissed it gently.
If I can fix your hair for a lifetime, would it tie us into a predestined relationship in our next lifetime?
…
Having managed to resolve this bit of trouble, Song Qingshi felt quite carefree and happy.
He suddenly remembered something and asked Yue Wuhuan, “In two days, would you like to accompany me to Lecheng? I have custom ordered a batch of experimental equipment from the Heaven Craft Pavilion. These objects are valuable and their structure is complex. Heaven Craft Pavilion is afraid of making a mistake so they’re asking me to personally come to explain. And also… I heard that Lecheng is teeming with good food and wine and that the dances and music at Xianwu Tower is excellent. Should we go have a look?”
It’s been quite a long time since Professor System has placed him inside the book. He has been busy treating illnesses every day and he hasn’t had the chance to see just how this immortal realm looked like. Although his memories were constantly merging with that of the original body’s, he was often left bewildered by them, lacking actual perception of them.
Recently, he also realized belatedly that he now had a healthy body and a long life span. He no longer needed to be afraid of running out of time like he had in the previous world. He was no longer racing against time to learn, lest he be paralyzed and be unable to get up at any moment, rendering him unable to save himself.
Everyone said that this kind of life was boring…
Now he can spare a little time to experience the interesting life of normal people.
He could eat foods that the doctor forbade him from eating before, do things that the doctor forbade him from doing before. He can now even taste wine and learn just what about it had so many people obsessed.
Although he didn’t know whether he would like these things, he wouldn’t know unless he tries.
Song Qingshi thought about his new life in the future and felt a bit of excitement and anticipation.
Inviting him out to Lecheng was the beginning. On the one hand, he wanted to let Yue Wuhuan go out to relieve his boredom. He didn’t want him accompanying him in staying cooped up inside the house so much, turning him into a shut-in. On the other hand, he was worried that he would run into difficulties when communicating with strangers and that the Heaven Craft Pavilion would not understand his medical terminologies and thus would not understand his production requirements. It would be much easier if Yue Wuhuan was there to help him communicate.
Yue Wuhuan thought for a moment, then agreed.
On the day of their departure, Yue Wuhuan put on a curtained hat, covering his face with long black gauze.
Song Qingshi was puzzled. “Are you afraid of getting tanned?”
Yue Wuhuan smiled. “Master will understand later.”
Song Qingshi thought for a while and understood. Wuhuan was so beautiful, he must be afraid of attracting the attention of lechers. Song Qingshi immediately took all the magical items and poisons with him. He told Yue Wuhuan to follow him closely once they went out. he also made a simple anti-wolf potion and gave it to Yue Wuhuan, telling him that spraying it on to the pervert will blind him for at least half a month. Yue Wuhuan happily accepted it and put it together with the other medicinal powders that he had prepared.
The two rode on their magical beasts and headed to Lecheng.
Lecheng was the closest big city to the Medicine King’s Valley. It was built around the river, making transportation very convenient. Thus, the marketplace there was bustling, with everything that one could wish for. Countless cultivators came and went to this city.
Song Qingshi felt like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time. Just his two eyes didn’t seem enough. What were those golden fruit dew and blue moon drink being sold by the immortal lady in the teahouse? He wanted to taste them all! What were those strange fruits on that fruit stand? He wanted to buy them all to take back to study! The paper figures that could dance and sing made by that peddler were really interesting. The beauties in the flower houses were dressed up as flying dancers against a mural. They were soliciting customers in midair, one seductive gaze after the other were being directed towards him. He looked at them for a long time and couldn’t help sending out a mental probe to do an inspection…
Were such vulgar commonplace women worthy of such attention?
Yue Wuhuan waited and waited until he reached the end of his patience. Snapping Song Qingshi out of his concentration, he asked, “Are they beautiful?”
Song Qingshi pulled back his mental probe and quietly replied, “This girl has a yellow stain on her eye. There may be something wrong with her gallbladder.”
Yue Wuhuan: “???”
Just what kind of obsession does his Master have with eyes?
The author has something to say:
Without Wuhuan’s intervention, Scholar-tyrant Song might have become the first Xianxia protagonist in Jinjiang's history to cut his hair and wear T-shirts.
Chapter 14: Hair Combing
There was the sound of cicadas chirping. The weather was getting hotter and before they knew it, it was summer.
The writing brush swept across the white rice paper as he wrote out the medical records in his delicate and pretty handwriting. Not a single part of it was illegible. From the earliest wound treatment, to the expulsion of the drugs, to the unblocking of the meridians and reformation of the Dantian three months ago, he wrote a detailed prescription case for each medication procedure. He bound them into a book as medical records for future reference.
But regarding Yue Wuhuan’s mental state, Song Qingshi didn’t know what to write. He hesitated for a long time and finally simply gave a brief account in the medical record; comparing before and after, things seemed to be turning for the better.
Yue Wuhuan developed a regular work and rest schedule. He busied himself bustling about.
He found an unused sword in the treasury and he would get up before dawn and practice his swordsmanship for four hours. He would then wait for Song Qingshi to freshen up and read with him for another four hours, studying medical knowledge. In the afternoon, they would either study anatomy together or try to make medicine and refine pills. In the evening, after dealing with the Medicine King’s Valley’s internal affairs, he would meditate for four more hours.
A cultivator’s constitution required little sleep and so he didn’t want to waste any time, sleeping only two or four hours a day. If it weren’t for Song Qingshi insisting they share a meal together, Yue Wuhuan would do away with food and use fasting pills instead.
Song Qingshi never ever thought that in his lifetime, he would be the one to persuade someone else to take it easy with the studying.
Yue Wuhuan said though that he had already wasted too much time. He had to make the best use of every minute.
Because of his previous experience in Foundation Building, his aptitude improved. He soon returned to the sixth level of the Qi Condensation stage. Foundation Building was just around the corner.
Song Qingshi looked at his improving physical condition written down in the record and decided to just let him have his way.
…
With the arrival of summer, Song Qingshi discovered the benefits of ice silk. In the previous world, he loved wearing silk pajamas, he loved falling asleep feeling the soft and natural sensation of silk. It could be considered as his little bit of insistence in his otherwise careless living. Immortal ice silk was a few grades better than mortal silk, sticking to the body, light as nothing, it was slightly cool and glossy, sweeping away all the heat.
He asked the valley servants to purchase a few bolts of plain-colored ice silk to make into modern two-piece pajamas. Wearing the loose, long-sleeved T-shirts with the large neckline and loose-fitting trousers every day made sleeping very comfortable.
He tried to recommend the improved pajamas to Yue Wuhuan.
Yue Wuhuan stared for a long time at the pajamas he was wearing, refused and then went to practice swordsmanship for an additional two hours.
Song Qingshi also wanted to cut his hair. He wasn’t used to grown men having such long hair. He spent all day at home and didn’t want to waste time combing his hair. He stood in front of the mirror and held the scissors his hand. He made cutting gestures with it for a long time, thinking of how to set about. Yue Wuhuan came in and saw this scene. Lightning quick, he snatched away his scissors and for the first time, lost his temper. “What is Master planning on doing?!”
“One’s body, hair and skin are all very precious. In the eyes of the people, there are only three situations in which men cut their hair.” Yue Wuhuan could hardly contain his anger and his tone was very severe. “One is when he leaves home to enter the monastery, two is when one is guilty of a crime and the three is if he is an egotistical and arrogant disciple. Which one does Master wish to be?”
“Let me try.” Yue Wuhuan sighed after learning his reason. He took the fragrant wood comb from the dressing table and poured some orchid oil into the palm of his hand. He carefully arranged his fine and long hair for him. He used long and thin braids to fasten them and rolled them up into a bun. He then placed a white jade crown on top and then finally, reluctantly let go, “Is this good?”
“Very good. You’re really skilled with your hands.” Song Qingshi looked at his hair that was combed many times more neatly than he ever could. After praising him, he asked, “Wuhuan, should I find a maid to comb my hair? ”
Yue Wuhuan paused with the comb in his hand. He suppressed his faint malice from emanating and asked softly, “Master…doesn’t like my hairdressing? You wish to find someone else to do it?”
Song Qingshi immediately denied, “I’m afraid I would be wasting your time on such a menial task.”
Yue Wuhuan turned his head and smiled, “Wuhuan has received great favor from the Master and there is no way I could every repay the kindness. It makes sleeping hard at night. If the Master would let me do this little bit, it would bring a bit of peace to me…”
Hearing that doing this would make him feel better, Song Qingshi decisively agreed, “If you don’t find it bothersome, then my hair shall be in your care.”
Yue Wuhuan gently combed his sideburns for him and agreed with a smile.
When he was young, he once saw his elder brother, the crown prince, comb his imperial concubine’s hair, all gentle and careful.
At that time, he greatly admired his brother, who was the most powerful general in their army. He didn’t understand why he would do this boring and silly thing. But his brother told him cheerfully, “Grasp the hand comb and comb through great affection yet leave the hair to coil a predestined relationship. Little Wuhuan, you will understand this kind of pleasure when you meet someone you like.”
At that time, he didn’t understand.
Now, he understood what it was like to let these threads of love slip across his fingertips and stir his heartstrings.
He placed the fragrant wood comb against his lips and kissed it gently.
If I can fix your hair for a lifetime, would it tie us into a predestined relationship in our next lifetime?
…
Having managed to resolve this bit of trouble, Song Qingshi felt quite carefree and happy.
He suddenly remembered something and asked Yue Wuhuan, “In two days, would you like to accompany me to Lecheng? I have custom ordered a batch of experimental equipment from the Heaven Craft Pavilion. These objects are valuable and their structure is complex. Heaven Craft Pavilion is afraid of making a mistake so they’re asking me to personally come to explain. And also… I heard that Lecheng is teeming with good food and wine and that the dances and music at Xianwu Tower is excellent. Should we go have a look?”
It’s been quite a long time since Professor System has placed him inside the book. He has been busy treating illnesses every day and he hasn’t had the chance to see just how this immortal realm looked like. Although his memories were constantly merging with that of the original body’s, he was often left bewildered by them, lacking actual perception of them.
Recently, he also realized belatedly that he now had a healthy body and a long life span. He no longer needed to be afraid of running out of time like he had in the previous world. He was no longer racing against time to learn, lest he be paralyzed and be unable to get up at any moment, rendering him unable to save himself.
Everyone said that this kind of life was boring…
Now he can spare a little time to experience the interesting life of normal people.
He could eat foods that the doctor forbade him from eating before, do things that the doctor forbade him from doing before. He can now even taste wine and learn just what about it had so many people obsessed.
Although he didn’t know whether he would like these things, he wouldn’t know unless he tries.
Song Qingshi thought about his new life in the future and felt a bit of excitement and anticipation.
Inviting him out to Lecheng was the beginning. On the one hand, he wanted to let Yue Wuhuan go out to relieve his boredom. He didn’t want him accompanying him in staying cooped up inside the house so much, turning him into a shut-in. On the other hand, he was worried that he would run into difficulties when communicating with strangers and that the Heaven Craft Pavilion would not understand his medical terminologies and thus would not understand his production requirements. It would be much easier if Yue Wuhuan was there to help him communicate.
Yue Wuhuan thought for a moment, then agreed.
On the day of their departure, Yue Wuhuan put on a curtained hat, covering his face with long black gauze.
Song Qingshi was puzzled. “Are you afraid of getting tanned?”
Yue Wuhuan smiled. “Master will understand later.”
Song Qingshi thought for a while and understood. Wuhuan was so beautiful, he must be afraid of attracting the attention of lechers. Song Qingshi immediately took all the magical items and poisons with him. He told Yue Wuhuan to follow him closely once they went out. he also made a simple anti-wolf potion and gave it to Yue Wuhuan, telling him that spraying it on to the pervert will blind him for at least half a month. Yue Wuhuan happily accepted it and put it together with the other medicinal powders that he had prepared.
The two rode on their magical beasts and headed to Lecheng.
Lecheng was the closest big city to the Medicine King’s Valley. It was built around the river, making transportation very convenient. Thus, the marketplace there was bustling, with everything that one could wish for. Countless cultivators came and went to this city.
Song Qingshi felt like a country bumpkin entering the city for the first time. Just his two eyes didn’t seem enough. What were those golden fruit dew and blue moon drink being sold by the immortal lady in the teahouse? He wanted to taste them all! What were those strange fruits on that fruit stand? He wanted to buy them all to take back to study! The paper figures that could dance and sing made by that peddler were really interesting. The beauties in the flower houses were dressed up as flying dancers against a mural. They were soliciting customers in midair, one seductive gaze after the other were being directed towards him. He looked at them for a long time and couldn’t help sending out a mental probe to do an inspection…
Were such vulgar commonplace women worthy of such attention?
Yue Wuhuan waited and waited until he reached the end of his patience. Snapping Song Qingshi out of his concentration, he asked, “Are they beautiful?”
Song Qingshi pulled back his mental probe and quietly replied, “This girl has a yellow stain on her eye. There may be something wrong with her gallbladder.”
Yue Wuhuan: “???”
Just what kind of obsession does his Master have with eyes?
The author has something to say:
Without Wuhuan’s intervention, Scholar-tyrant Song might have become the first Xianxia protagonist in Jinjiang's history to cut his hair and wear T-shirts.
