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Penglai Mountain is a secluded paradise far away from the hustle and bustle, with continuous mountain peaks and swirling clouds, as if it were the boundary between the human world and the immortal realm.
Here, lives a descendant of the Nuwa tribe - Zhiyun. Her life is simple and peaceful, harmoniously coexisting with nature, day after day gathering herbs and refining elixirs.
In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the peaks of Penglai Mountain, Zhiyun began her day. She wore a light blue long dress, walked lightly on the forest path, her long hair swaying in the wind, her eyes revealing a clear and profound light.
In a tranquil valley, Zhiyun delicately gathered various herbs. Her fingers were slender, her movements skilled and gentle, as if she had an indescribable understanding with these plants. Whenever she gathered particularly precious herbs, a faint smile would appear on her face.
"These lingzhi mushrooms are enough to refine a potent rejuvenation pill," Zhiyun muttered to herself, her voice clear and pleasant, like the sound of spring water in a valley.
Afterward, she arrived at a secluded stone cave, which was the alchemy room.
The cave is simple, with only an alchemical furnace and a few wooden medicine cabinets. Zhiyun carefully places the gathered herbs on the stone table and begins preparing for alchemy.
She takes out an ancient bronze alchemical furnace, with exquisite engravings on its body, giving it an ancient and mysterious appearance.
Zhiyun gently blew into the furnace, and the alchemical furnace automatically ignited, casting a warm glow on her face.
As the alchemy process continued, a faint medicinal fragrance filled the cave. Zhiyun furrowed her brow slightly, showing her concentration and seriousness. She adjusted the heat from time to time, adding different herbs, and the whole process flowed smoothly and naturally.
At that moment, a slight sound broke the tranquility inside the cave. Zhiyun looked up and saw a Little fox standing at the entrance, gazing at her with curious eyes.
"Little one, are you lost?" Zhiyun asked with a gentle smile.
Little fox seemed to be attracted by her voice, and hopped in, circling around her as if looking for something.
Zhiyun squatted down, reaching out to gently stroke Little fox's head. "Are you hungry? I have some fruits here, why don't you try them?"
She took out some crystal-clear fruits from the wooden cabinet and placed them on the ground.
The little fox excitedly pounced on them and started eating eagerly, a satisfied look in its eyes. Watching the little fox eat the fruits, Zhiyun felt a surge of inexplicable joy.
She felt a wonderful and profound connection between herself and the natural world, and the living beings within it. Perhaps it was due to the awakening of her Nuwa lineage, as all living beings felt inexplicably familiar to her. At the same time, there was also a sense of insurmountable distance, dealing with things with equanimity.
As night fell, Zhiyun finished a day of alchemy work. She walked out of the cave, looked up at the starry sky, and felt a sense of tranquility and peace. In this secret place on Penglai Mountain, Zhiyun's life, though simple, was filled with harmony and beauty. In her own way, she continued the lineage of the Nuwa tribe, guarding the land and all living things that resided there.
Occasionally, Zhiyun will also come down the mountain.
Penglai Mountain below, there is a quiet little town where the people live ordinary and peaceful lives.
However, whenever illness and pain strike, the people in the town will remember a mysterious goddess physician named Zhiyun.
On that day, a big event occurred in the small town. The mayor's young daughter was afflicted with a rare illness, and even the town's old traditional Chinese doctor was at a loss. People discussed it fervently and ultimately decided to seek the legendary "goddess physician."
Upon receiving the news, Zhiyun only took a small medicine chest and hurried down the mountain. Her figure moved swiftly along the mountain paths, like a gust of fresh wind.
Arriving at the mayor's house, Zhiyun saw a little girl lying in bed, her face pale and her breathing weak. She walked gently to the bedside and carefully examined the girl's symptoms. Zhiyun's eyes were focused and profound, and every movement revealed her profound medical skills.
"Please, goddess physician, my daughter...," the mayor asked anxiously, his voice trembling.
Zhiyun turned around, her eyes revealing a hint of determination: "Please rest assured, I will do my best."
She took out several precious medicinal herbs from the medicine chest and began to prepare the medicine on the spot. The heat, time, and the amount of herbs were all perfectly controlled. Before long, a strong medicinal fragrance filled the room.
With the completion of the medicine, Zhiyun carefully fed the liquid to the little girl. As time passed, the girl's complexion gradually regained its rosy color, and her breathing became steady.
The mayor's family was tearfully grateful and repeatedly expressed their thanks. Zhiyun, however, just smiled faintly and did not say much.
"Goddess physician, may I ask where you are from? How did you acquire such profound medical skills?" the mayor asked curiously.
Zhiyun shook her head slightly, a hint of mystery flashing in her eyes: "I am just an ordinary person living in seclusion in the mountains. My medical skills are simply the result of years of study."
After speaking, she packed up her medicine chest and prepared to leave. The mayor's family bid her a reluctant farewell, knowing that the goddess physician did not like to be disturbed.
Zhiyun's figure gradually disappeared from the town's road, leaving behind the townspeople's infinite admiration and gratitude for her. Her mysterious identity and superb medical skills gradually became a popular story passed down in the town.
After Zhiyun left, life in the small town quickly returned to tranquility. However, Zhiyun's mysterious image and exceptional medical skills continued to be the townspeople's favorite topic of conversation.
By chance, an itinerant trader arrived in this small town. Upon hearing about Zhiyun's story, he curiously inquired with the townspeople for more information about her. The townspeople didn't know much about Zhiyun, only that she lived in Penglai Mountain and was a reclusive hermit.
Intrigued by Zhiyun's mysterious identity, the itinerant trader decided to journey to Penglai Mountain to find her. He ascended the winding mountain path, passed through dense forests, and eventually arrived at Zhiyun's dwelling.
Zhiyun lives in a simple thatched cottage, surrounded by various medicinal herbs and flowers. The itinerant trader stands in front of the cottage, watching from a distance. He sees Zhiyun busy in the herb garden in front of the door, her movements light and skilled, obviously familiar with these herbs.
The itinerant trader gathers his courage and walks up to knock on the door. Zhiyun hears the sound, turns around, and looks at him with a hint of wariness in her eyes.
"Hello, I am an itinerant trader. I have heard of your great name and have come to visit you," the itinerant trader said respectfully.
Zhiyun nodded slightly, maintaining a slight distance in demeanor, and asked, "What is the matter?"
Itinerant trader explained his purpose and hoped to learn more of Zhiyun's story and spread it. However, Zhiyun was unwilling to have his story known by outsiders.
"I am just an ordinary healer, with no special story," Zhiyun answered tranquility.
Itinerant trader saw the situation and did not insist too much, leaving some supplies as a token of gratitude before taking their leave.
Zhiyun watched as Itinerant trader left, feeling a strange sense of emotion in her heart. She knew that her identity and abilities would eventually attract attention and curiosity from the outside world. However, she hoped to maintain her current tranquility and not be disturbed by worldly matters.
Night falls, Zhiyun sits in front of the thatched cottage, gazing at the starry sky. The night in the mountains is particularly quiet, with only the sound of insects and the wind as company. Her heart is filled with awe for nature and a preciousness for life.
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