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I saw that the two of Mo Xi were blocking the two at the entrance of the village, a middle-aged Taoist priest, this Taoist priest was dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a flying sword behind his back, his body was as thin as a praying mantis, hunched at the waist, a big face, long and pointed, and his face was covered with brown spots, which was as ugly as he wanted. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This Taoist priest stood in front of Mo Xi, his little eyes shone with a dazzling light, he looked at Mo Xi playfully and said, "Madam, why did you turn around and leave after seeing me." ”

Hearing this person call himself his wife, Mo Xi's face changed, and he said, "Daoist Liu Wansha, you are a Taoist priest, but you can't have a lady." ”

It turned out that this middle-aged Taoist priest was called Liu Wansha.

Liu Wansha smiled: "It's a pity, madam, I disappointed you." This year, I went to the Zhenxingguan, but because of the lack of cultivation, I was not accepted by the Zhenxingguan, and your husband is still a monk now. Since you are a monk, you can get married, hehe, how about Madam, when are we going to visit the church and get married? ”

Hearing what Liu Wansha said, Mo Xi's face changed, and Tian Wang behind him said: "Dao Chief, if you can't be elected this year, you will definitely be elected next year." ”

Liu Wansha's eyes were cold, as soon as he raised his hand, the void slapped, and he heard the sound of "pop", and Liu Wansha's palm was still a few feet away from Tian Wang, and it was slapped by a palm.

Tian Wang's body flew out upside down and fell to the ground, half of his face immediately became red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Tian Wang." Mo Xi was startled, turned around and ran to Tian Wang, and helped Tian Wang up.

Although Tian Wang was angry, he didn't dare to speak more.

Liu Wansha said coldly: "In three months, I will come to meet you, and you must wait for me here at that time, otherwise the people in your village will not survive." ”

After that, Liu Wansha's body shook, and the flying sword behind his back flew up, Liu Wansha jumped on the flying sword, and immediately stepped on the sword.

Watching Liu Wansha leave, Tian Wang patted his head in annoyance and said, "It's all my fault, it's useless to blame me, if I also have spiritual energy to cultivate, we don't need to be afraid of him at all." What now? It's only three months left. ”

Tian Wang said, looking at Moxi.

Seeing that Mo Xi was in a low mood, he lowered his head and continued to walk out of the village and towards the mountain.

Tian Wang hurriedly followed behind Mo Xi and said, "Mo Xi, we will definitely have a way, we will think of a way now." ”

Mo Xi shook his head and said: "There is no way, I can't be selfish enough to ignore the lives of the whole village, in these three months, I will prepare more herbs for my father, and after I leave, my father will count on you to help me take care of it." ”

Tian Wang sighed, hung his head helplessly, and followed behind Moxi.

It was late in the evening that the two returned to the village again.

At this time, the whole village was already smoking, and the smell of food was exuding.

Mo Xi and Tian Wang silently returned to the village, came to their own cabin, took out the herbs they had just picked up to dry, Mo Xi took a few traumatic herbs and mimosas, and walked into the wooden house.

As soon as Mo Xi entered the wooden house, he immediately shouted, "Brother Tian Wang, come and see." ”

Tian Wang thought that Moxi was in danger again, so he hurriedly grabbed a sickle and rushed into the wooden house.

However, there was no resemblance to Tian Wang in the wooden house, and the white-haired man was going to hurt Moxi again.

Instead, the white-haired man was still lying on the bed, clutching the mimosa in his hand, sleeping peacefully.

Seeing Tian Wang coming in, Moxi hurriedly pointed to the white-haired man on the bed and said, "Look at his injury." ”

Tian Wang walked to the bed and looked at it, and was also startled, and saw that the scars on the white-haired man's body were much better.

There are some shallow wounds that have scabbed, and those wounds that are deep and visible have a tendency to heal.

Mo Xi said: "This must be my herb has worked, hurry up, let's apply some medicine to him again." ”

After working for an hour, the two of them once again applied medicine to the white-haired man, and when they left, Mo Xi put a new mimosa in the white-haired man's hand.

In this way, Mo Xi and Tian Wang collected medicines every day, applied medicines, and were busy, and the yard had been piled up with herbs, and Mo Xi even planted some mimosas in the yard. The small courtyard is full of vitality and vitality.

Seven days passed, and the white-haired man's scars slowly recovered, but since he woke up last time, the white-haired man had never left the wooden house.

However, Tian Wang was still not relieved, he tried his best to pull the machete out of the ground and keep watch outside the wooden house day and night.

On the eighth day, after Mo Xi and Tian Wang finished picking herbs, they sat in the courtyard, hurriedly cooked a little rice, and were about to sit down to eat.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps was heard again in the wooden house.

Hearing the sound that had not appeared for seven days, Tian Wang stood up vigilantly again, holding a machete in his hand, and his body trembled slightly.

Sure enough, the white-haired man walked out of the cabin.

At this time, the white-haired man had most of his injuries healed, but his eyes were still bloody, and the only thing that changed was that there was less murderous aura in his eyes.

The white-haired man walked out of the wooden house and slowly walked towards Moxi.

Although Mo Xi was also nervous in his heart, he forced a smile and said, "Are you hungry?" Want to eat? ”

As he spoke, Mo Xi handed the rice in his hand to the white-haired man.

Looking at the rice in front of him, the white-haired man seemed stunned, as if he had never seen rice for a long time.

He raised his hand, took the rice bowl in Mo Xi's hand, took it to the front and looked at it carefully, then raised his other hand, grabbed a handful of rice and put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

After a long time, the white-haired man swallowed the small handful of rice.

Then, again, the white-haired man grabbed a small handful of rice and put it in his mouth.

A small bowl of rice, the white-haired man ate it for half an hour.

After eating, the white-haired man returned the empty rice bowl to Moxi.

Mo Xi asked, "Do you still want to eat?" ”

The white-haired man was expressionless, and as soon as he turned around, he was about to return to the house.

Mo Xi hurriedly shouted, "Give you mimosa." ”

The white-haired man turned his head, glanced at Moxi, and took the mimosa. Without saying a word, he turned his head again and returned to the cabin.

At this time, Tian Wang let go of the hand that grabbed the machete and found that his hand was already sweating.

Tian Wang said angrily: "It's really not polite at all, and I won't even say thank you." ”

Mo Xi smiled and didn't speak, and said, "You see that he has improved." ”

Tian Wang shook his head, still not worried about this white-haired man, from this day on, Tian Wang did not leave Moxi, even at night, Tian Wang slept in the small courtyard of Moxi's house.

This Tian Wang was originally an orphan, although there was a wooden house on the other side of the village, but since the white-haired man came, Tian Wang never returned to his residence once, he stayed outside the door where the white-haired man lived every day.

From this day on, the white-haired man came out of the house every day, ate a bowl of white rice, and then took the pink mimosa given to him by Moxi, and then went back to sleep in the house.

Before you know it, a month has passed, and every day has been like this.

Seeing that the white-haired man no longer seemed to have the intention of hurting people, Tian Wang was not too worried. But he was full of hostility towards the white-haired man.

On this day, the sun was shining, and the mild sun sprinkled in the courtyard, which made people feel very comfortable.

The white-haired man walked out of the hut as he usually did, and slowly ate the rice in his bowl.

When the white-haired man put down his rice bowl, Mo Xi, as usual, pulled out a mimosa from the ground and handed it to the white-haired man.

The white-haired man took the mimosa, but instead of returning to the wooden house without saying a word, as usual, he held the mimosa in his hand, looked at it blankly for a while, and suddenly opened his mouth and said two words: "Thank you!" ”

At this time, Mo Xi was preparing herbs for his father, and after hearing what the white-haired man said, Mo Xi did not react.

But after a while, Mo Xi immediately raised his head, glanced at the white-haired man excitedly, his eyes flashed, and said happily: "You...... Can you speak? ”

Then Mo Xi jumped up, ran to Jiang Yikang, and said happily: "Can you really speak?" Brother Tian Wang, you see, he can speak. ”

Tian Wang, who was sitting next to him, muttered, "What's strange about being able to speak." I used to think he was mute. ”

The white-haired man also seemed to be a little surprised by his sudden voice, and was stunned for a long time before nodding to Mo Xi, and answered Mo Xi's question.

Mo Xi hurriedly asked, "It seems that you have recovered, can you remember your name now?" And where do you live? ”

The white-haired man frowned, and said hesitantly, "Name ......"

As he spoke, the white-haired man's red eyes seemed to be confused again.

Mo Xi hurriedly said: "Don't think about it if you can't think of it, so let's give you a name first, well, I hope you can get healthy as soon as possible, I'll call you Akang." ”

"Ah...... Kang ......" The white-haired man repeated the name several times, and the red in his eyes gradually faded as he said it.

However, when the crimson faded and became a pale red, the change in his eyes stopped, and the white-haired man seemed to be no longer obsessed with the name, and returned to the wooden house again.

In this way, another month passed, and in this month, the white-haired man went from saying one or two words a day at the beginning, to being able to communicate with Mo Xi for more than a dozen words later.

In the second month of the white-haired man's arrival in the village, on this day, Moxi sorted out his father's herbs in the courtyard as usual.

While tidying up, Moxi's eyes flashed with sadness.

This prescription was finally obtained by Moxi three years ago, and I thought that I could cure my father through this prescription, but now it seems that time is running out, and my father has drunk the medicine for three years without effect, and the remaining month, let alone expect any changes, unless there is a miracle.

Just as Mo Xi was packing up the herbs, the white-haired man had been sitting next to him and watching Mo Xi.

At this time, the white-haired man's eyes were less and less red, and even the black eyeballs could be seen, and the whites of the eyes could be vaguely seen.

After eating every day, the white-haired man sat next to the mimosa planted by Moxi outside the wooden house, smelling the aroma of the mimosa.

But today, the white-haired man looked at the herbs that Mo Xi had arranged, but he was in a daze, but the white-haired man seemed to remember something, and suddenly said, "There is something wrong with your herbs." ”

(around 9 o'clock in the third shift)