In the south of the Yangtze River in May, the willows are verdant, and the pavilions and pavilions are densely covered in this branch and hazy drizzle, which is intoxicating. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The poem says:

Outside the mountain, when will the West Lake sing and dance? The warm breeze makes the tourists drunk, and the drunkenness of today eliminates yesterday's sorrows.

Beside him, a twenty-year-old attendant squatted down and asked, "Master, you have been fishing for half a day, and you have never caught a single fish, why do you still fish?" ”

The old man smiled: "If you want to eat fish, there are many of them, but God has the virtue of a good life, not so much fishing, but actually meditation, this person, gains and losses, how many people can see through?" ”

"Hey, sir, there's a fish on the hook."

The attendant was suddenly surprised to find the swim bladder shaking, and he shouted loudly.

With a "boom", the fish unhooked and swam away.

"You see, if this fish wants to eat the bait, it will definitely take the bait, and if you shout loudly, the fish will swim away."

The old man shook his head, put away the fishing rod, but the hook was straight, and he said, "Let's go, I'm in a mess today, and it's not appropriate to fish again." ”

The attendant scratched his head, he didn't understand what the old man meant at all, but he didn't understand, but it was good, and there were fewer worries.

"Sir, there's a man on the water."

At this moment, the attendant suddenly pointed to the distant stream and shouted in surprise.

"Oh?" The old man was also surprised, and said, "God has the virtue of a good life, Jian'er, go and take a look." ”

"Yes!" The attendant nodded, he walked like a fly, he was also a practitioner, and what was even more surprising was that his footsteps stepped on the water, and there was no ripple, and the fish swimming under the stream were still eating aquatic plants freely.

"How's it going?" The old man asked.

The attendant moved the man on the stream to the shore, probed his breathing, checked his pulse, and shouted: "Master, there is still breathing, and he is also a practitioner, about sixteen or seventeen years old, but the meridians in his body are disordered, and he is afraid that he will go mad." ”

"If you go into the devil, you will go into the devil, over the years, there have been fewer taboos, and the emperor also knows that the mouth of the people is better than sparse, this is an enlightened rule."

The old man said that, and walked over while brushing his beard.

"Master, didn't you say it last time, is it the result of the fact that the power of the prime minister is too big now, and there is no balance of military attachés, which leads to the compromise of imperial power?" The attendant asked with a puzzled expression.

"Talk less, do your thing." The old man walked over, looked at the young man lying on the ground, knocked on the door of the attendant's head, and said, "Take it back and take a look." ”

The attendant picked up the young man with a depressed face, grabbed his hair, and muttered in a low voice: "This is not what you said, this person has to ask if he doesn't understand?" ”

The two walked, and after a short time, there was a bamboo garden in front of them, and there was a bamboo courtyard in the bamboo garden, and a delicate bamboo building was in this bamboo courtyard, leaning against a low slope.

"Gentleman's Pavilion!"

On the door plaque of the bamboo building, these three words are written, and there is a bright house.

"Old decay looks at him, I'm afraid it's not caused by practicing martial arts and falling into demons, first of all, he was poisoned, so that his nerves were damaged, and he forcibly overdrew his mental power, making the meridians chaotic, and there was no trace of spiritual energy in his sea of qi."

The old man checked the pulse with one hand, stroked his beard with the other, frowned, and said, "I'm afraid that he has just experienced a hard battle, and looking at his limbs, he has been soaked in the water for a few days, if he wasn't a monk, he would have been soaked a long time ago." ”

"Master, this is hopeless?" The attendant asked with a worried face, although he didn't know the kid lying on the bed, but he was simple-minded, he was adopted by the old man since he was a child, and he has always talked about benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith.

"It's okay that he has a big life, and when he meets me, this is probably the will of God!"

The old man raised his head and looked at the blue sky, he sighed, turned his head again, and said, "Jian'er, you go to Qiantang Mansion and buy two catties of Chen Nuo, and then buy a few jujubes, and two taels of red sugar." ”

"Oh, sir, you're nourishing his blood and qi!" The attendant was called Zhijian, and he seemed to understand the old man's intentions at once.

"Hey, hey, wrong!" The old man smiled and said, "This is for you to make up, and you will bleed later!" As soon as he finished speaking, he said, "Also, buy two of those baked cakes, the old man is hungry." ”

"Yes!" Zhijian scratched his head again, what do you mean by bleeding, but he didn't think much about it, just said that, and rushed out.

After a while, everything was bought, and when the baked cakes reached the old man's hands, they were still hot.

"Good!"

The old man put the baked cake aside, he had words in his mouth, but his hands pinched the magic trick tightly, and suddenly, the hand dance was like a fight turning the stars, so after a few times, he pressed the young man's chest with one hand, and in his body, a mighty gas melted in the palm.

"Poof!"

The boy suddenly squirted out a mouthful of water, which was the fluid in his chest.

"Good!"

The old man closed his palm, turned over and jumped in this bamboo building, grabbed the young man and straightened it, pointed a few acupoints, and shouted, "Jian'er, quickly bite your fingers." ”

"Ah, this..."Naojian was inexplicable, and when he suddenly heard this, he hesitated for a while, after all, it is not easy to bite himself out psychologically.

"You're fast, if you don't bite, the old decay will bite." The old man simply jumped quickly, kicked at Zhijian's buttocks, kicked to the young man's side, and turned around, grabbed the young man, grabbed Zhijian's hand, and bit down, and immediately the blood flowed, and he pointed his finger on the young man's hand.

This set of movements is almost in milliseconds, and if it is slow, the boy will have to fall to the ground.

"Grafting!"

The old man contained a heavy aura of Haoran, forced out a lot of qi and blood from the straight fitness, dripped from his fingers to the young man's veins, and then dropped up, and was absorbed by the young man.

After a while, Zhijian only felt that his eyes were dark, and he had no energy at all, which was caused by qi deficiency and blood shortness.

"Okay, you go and boil the brown sugar of Chen glutinous dates by yourself, the old man is starving to death."

After a while, the old man sat down, grabbed the baked cakes, and said while eating, "Also, bamboo dew is good for qi, you collect some and cook them together." ”

"Oh!"

Unlucky Naojian!

Until late at night, the old man was lying on a bamboo chair in the bamboo courtyard listening to the wind and rain, and Zhijian asked, "Why is he not well?" ”

The old man shook his head and said, "How can it be so easy?" The old decay just awakened his consciousness, and the rest had to depend on himself, but it was estimated that he was almost awake, so let him take care of it slowly. ”

After a long time, the young man woke up from a coma, he was at a loss, where is this place, and who is he?

He raised his head with difficulty, looked around, and probably knew his situation, that is, he was rescued: "Why is my brain so messy, where is this, and who saved me?" ”

Inside the room, although simple, it is quite neat, and there are a few paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls.

"The gentleman gets up in the morning and reads, supplemented by porridge cakes, porridge for the stars, cakes for the sun and moon, and the universe in mind; The gentleman drinks at night and endows, with plum as the lake and sea, bamboo as the mountain, and the air is inclusive. ”

He read slowly, "Living in a bamboo building deep in the mountains, it is an elegant family, but I don't know who it is? He tried to move, but found that he couldn't, and he couldn't help but shake his head.