The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The two continued their journey, traveling through towns and villages, mountains and lakes.

Some bold girls and even some boys expressed their affection for Wen Yubai, either subtly or directly.

Whenever this happens, Ye Fuguang lowers his head to prevent anyone from seeing the expression on his face.

Even he himself didn't want to see the ugly state on his face.

The sweltering summer heat was almost unbearable.

He wasn't moving, but he still felt very uncomfortable.

"I want to take a bath."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yubai ended her conversation with the stall owner and turned to look at him.

"it is good."

"I just inquired and found out that the Biluoshan Waterfall, which is 30 miles away, is a wonder. The splashing water is as fine as jade dust, and you can see a rainbow when the sun shines on it."

"I'll take you to see him after Mr. Zhang's follow-up appointment next month."

Old Zhang was once a doctor at Moon Shadow Pavilion and was on good terms with Su Han.

Su Han explained Ye Fuguang's situation to him.

Therefore, Wen Yubai would take Ye Fuguang to check on the healing of the wound and the spread of toxins every three months.

That night.

Wen Yubai had already prepared a bathtub and hot water.

He tested the water temperature, then carefully carried Ye Fuguang inside.

Ye Fuguang kept her eyes down the whole time, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Wen Yubai could understand his embarrassment. After all, it was always awkward for a grown man to need help from others.

Ye Fuguang was immersed in the water, with his back to Wen Yubai.

He could clearly feel the cloth brushing against his back, waist, abdomen, and legs...

He shrank back, trying to hide deeper inside.

But the bathtub is only so big, so how can it be hidden?

He could only keep his body tense, even his breathing trembled.

The water rippled, and wisps of mist rose gently.

It blurred his vision, and it also blurred the moon outside the window.

Some emotions that are forcibly suppressed are like bubbles at the bottom of the water.

It floated up uncontrollably and then broke.

"Isn't it ugly?"

"Not ugly."

Ye Fuguang didn't say anything more, but simply closed his eyes.

Wet eyelashes stuck together, and water droplets slid down the corners of their eyes.

I can't tell if it's sweat, mist, or something else.

Wen Yubai sighed silently.

Thanks to Su Han's ointment, the scar has almost healed and the color has faded a lot.

They landed on Ye Fuguang's back, like petals of iris spreading out in a watercolor painting.

Wen Yubai never thought the scar was ugly, especially since it was because he saved him.

He quickened his pace, quickly dried the person off, and wrapped them in clean undergarments.

Then I picked him up carefully and placed him on the bed.

I took a quick shower and went to sleep on the other bed in the room.

The summer night breeze carries the sound of cicadas.

Ye Fuguang turned his head to the side, looking at the screen in the middle, gazing at the hazy light and shadow.

He said he wasn't ugly.

They should have been happy.

-

The plague in Cangzhou City was brought under control. The people were grateful for the kindness of the doctors, and the imperial court issued a commendation order to praise the doctors and officials who risked their lives.

Wen Yubai never received another letter from Su Han.

On the day of the follow-up appointment, Wen Yubai and Ye Fuguang brought several boxes of local specialties to Zhang Lao's residence.

Under the locust tree in the courtyard, Old Zhang sat on a small stool, sorting through some old things.

Hearing the noise, Old Zhang put down his work and came to greet him.

"You're already here, why are you being so polite?"

Old Zhang accepted the gifts with a smile and led them into the house.

He first examined Ye Fuguang's injuries, then applied a set of needles to control the spread of the poison.

Ye Fuguang fell into a deep sleep.

The old locust tree has dense branches and leaves, and its shadows sway gently.

Wen Yubai sat on a futon, and Old Zhang poured two cups of tea.

"Su Han and I are friends despite our age difference. Doctors at Yueyinglou mainly study poisons, but he is different; he often comes to me to discuss medicine."

"Learning about drugs was just a way to survive in the building."

Old Zhang's gaze seemed somewhat distant.

"I asked him, 'Why are you so determined to study medicine?' He was young then and couldn't keep things to himself, so he told me as soon as I asked."

"His hometown had an outbreak of plague, and his family sent him away to take refuge, while his parents stayed in the city to treat patients."

"Later, his home was gone, and then he was taken into the building."

Wen Yubai was silent for a moment, then said in a low and solemn voice, "He is a good doctor."

"Yes, but he's better at using poison than medicine. If he hadn't gotten involved in those shady things, with his talent and focus..."

Old Zhang shook his head, smiled at Wen Yubai, and said with a hint of apology.

"Look at me, I'm getting old, so I talk a lot. He has no other friends, so I can only chat with you about these things."

Not long after, Ye Fuguang woke up, and Wen Yubai pushed the wheelchair to say goodbye to Old Zhang.

Old Zhang watched them leave, then turned around and found an envelope on the table containing several silver notes.

"This child..."

Old Zhang continued sorting through Su Han's belongings. As soon as he picked up a plain cloth bag, the contents inside scattered.

Several letters fell out.

Some were signed Wen Yubai, and the edges of the letters were worn and frayed.

The remaining signatures were all Yun Zhaoting, and the letters contained only a few words, mostly common pleasantries.

But every letter contained that one sentence.

"Brother Su, how is Yu Bai doing lately?"

Old Zhang carefully collected these items and, following Su Han's last wishes, piled up his old belongings and set them on fire.

He looked at the firelight and sighed.

"What a fool."

I don't know who they're talking about.

-

A new swordsman has recently appeared in the martial arts world. He is elusive and specializes in slaying villains, and he has never been defeated.

No one knew his name or appearance, only that he had a curved knife, so he was called the Cold Noodle Curved Knife.

On the ancient road, five burly bandits with fierce faces surrounded a lone figure wearing a straw hat.

"Kid, you dare kill my brother? You don't want to live anymore?"

The swordsman's hat was pulled low, obscuring most of his face, and he did not respond.

"Damn it, are you deaf?!"

Enraged, the thugs drew their steel knives and charged forward.

The next instant, the scimitar was drawn, its arc of light cleaving through the twilight.

Glug glug.

Several heads rolled off.

Sheathed the sword.

"Moonlight?"

A familiar voice came from behind me.

The swordsman turned around, slightly lifting his bamboo hat to reveal half of his cold and stern face.

"Ah Bai?"

Yueyi's eyes widened slightly, she paused, and suddenly asked, "Is he handsome?"

Wen Yubai chuckled and gave a thumbs-up: "Handsome!"

A cold blade shot towards them.

Yueyi looked in the direction of that gaze and saw it coming from someone sitting in a wheelchair.

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking at, envious?"

Ye Fuguang gave a cold sneer.

What are you pretending to be?

Wen Yubai kept thinking about the wine he owed Yueyi.

After the disbandment of Yueyinglou, Yueyi disappeared without a trace.

I never expected to see him again, so I immediately took him to the best tavern in town and ordered the best "Human Intoxication" drink.

After a few rounds of drinks, it's rare to have so much to say on the first day of the month.

"After the lord died, Moon Shadow Pavilion fell into chaos. I took the opportunity to escape and thought I'd travel around."

"These hands are stained with too much blood, from good people and bad people... In this building, whether or not to draw the knife is not up to you."

Yueyi took another swig of wine and said softly:

"I had no choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

As he finished speaking, he noticed that Wen Yubai kept glancing at the knife placed on the table.

When Yue Yi raised her eyes, there was a hint of alcohol in them.

"Want to have a little sparring session?"

That's exactly what I was thinking.

In the afternoon, the two found an open space.

Wen Yubai pushed the wheelchair to the shade of the trees, so that Ye Fuguang could see the action on the field clearly, and it was shady enough.

The flashes of blades and swords suddenly clashed, producing a crisp, ringing sound, so fast that only afterimages remained.

In the final move, the sword is rendered unavoidable by the knife.

The sword stopped, and a gust of wind blew by, ruffling the hair on Yueyi's forehead.

The dazzling sunlight made him momentarily lose his focus.

The man sheathed his sword, a smile playing on his lips.

"How is it?"

Once Yueyi came to her senses, she joked, "You're so handsome I'm almost falling in love with you."

Wen Yubai chuckled, amused by his exaggerated expression.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Under the dense shade, Ye Fuguang watched the two people in the arena smiling at each other.

The wind swirled the leaves, brushing past my ears, but it couldn't mask the quiet bitterness welling up in my heart.

The three of them strolled around the city for a while before returning to the restaurant for dinner.

During the meal, Yue asked Wen Yubai about his future plans.

"We don't have any fixed places to go; we just go wherever we end up with him."

Yue nodded slightly, asked no further questions, and simply picked up the wine jar to refill her cup.

Upon hearing Wen Yubai's words, Ye Fuguang's lips curved upwards.

The dark clouds that had been hanging over the area seemed to have been brushed away.

After the meal, at Wen Yubai's insistence, Yueyi brought two unopened jars of "Human Intoxication".

Wen Yubai pushed Ye Fuguang and walked out of the restaurant side by side with Yue.

Yueyi's gaze fell on their overlapping shadows, and she spoke very softly:

"You choose..."

Just then, a horse-drawn carriage passed by, its rumbling sound silencing the rest of the sentence.

Wen Yubai tilted his head and asked, "What?"

Yueyi shook her head, waving the wine jar in her hand as a farewell:

"It's okay, I'm leaving now. I'll treat you next time."

As the streetlights dimmed, his figure merged into the crowd.

Carrying a bottle of wine, Yueyi leaped up to the tallest building in the city.

The swordsman broke the mud seal and took a big gulp from the mouth of the jar.

He tilted his head back, stretched out his hand, and traced the outline of the moon.

The night breeze was slightly cool, dispelling some of the effects of the alcohol.

He gazed at the moon from the rooftop, and the moon shone upon him high in the sky.

Humanity is intoxicated, intoxicated by humanity.

Lacking education, one cannot write poetry.

So be it.