The three watches are not over, the night rain is just gone, and the cold air of the late night in early spring rises from the wind on the green brick floor, through the soles of shoes, and into the clothes, making people shiver. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Lingyin back mountain, the servants in the Bai family's courtyard are busy at this time, orderly, not only can not see the sleepy eyes, even rubbing hands and stomping feet, everyone lowered their eyebrows, their faces were solemn, and people came and went in a huge courtyard, but it was very quiet.

The carbon stove in the main house is burning vigorously, and the people who stand on the ground in clusters, the high windows on both sides of the curtain are only open a few gaps to breathe, and the people who are far away from the window have already had dry cheeks and dry mouths, but they dare not come out, and quietly watch the old man on the couch slowly drink a bowl of medicine. The old man's beard and hair are all white, and although he is wearing a scarf, he can vaguely see that there is not much hair on the top. His face was gray, his cheekbones were sharpened, and his eyes were like broken lamps, as if they would be blown out by the wind at any moment. The old man sat with his arms in his arms, and his fur was already new, but his emaciated body was unbearable. At this time, the servant on the side took the empty bowl from the old man's hand and handed him a handkerchief. The old man wiped it tremblingly, turned his head to the plain-clothed young man standing on the side of the couch and said, "Pingjun, thanks to you, I am much better today." The young man bowed slightly, without much expression, and only said: "Old pavilion master, you need to rest more, if you have anything to order, please try to be as simple as possible." ”

If you go back ten years ago, who would have imagined that this peerless hero who was surprised with a dark iron sword in his hand and was happy to take revenge would one day fall into the pitiful situation of being tortured on the sickbed and not dying. The old man on the couch was Bai Chengfei, the former pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion. After handing over the Wenjian Pavilion to Bai Mengyang, he lived in seclusion in the courtyard behind the mountain for nearly twenty years. Outsiders all say that he retreated bravely and lived in peace, but only his children and grandchildren know that after he retired, he was depressed all the year round, and when asked the reason, he was silent. The family said that this evil disease was also caused by depression, why did it come to this, but no one could get a clue, and over time, it became a tacit secret of the Bai family.

Speaking of this disease, it came very suddenly, without warning, and in just two years, it tortured people to the point that they could not be seen. The famous doctors in Hangzhou have been invited all over the place, but they are helpless. Family legend has it that a former imperial doctor invited from Nanjing once said that there is no way to treat an illness like him even if the gods are alive, and persuaded Bai Mengyang to let him go in peace rather than let the old man continue to endure the torment. But the old man is eager to survive, no matter what doctor, he is willing to try any home remedies, and even Jianghu Langzhong has invited him to his home. And so

There are family members who secretly say, young heroes, old greedy for life, human nature. After tossing and turning like this for more than a year, there was really no way to find a doctor, so Bai Mengyang put down the gap and accepted the suggestion of Mrs. Li of Huaiyue Villa, and asked Sima Xin to come to treat the old man. The "Pingjun" in the mouth of the old man is Sima Xin, a nephew and grandson, who is not an outsider, so he is commensurate with the words.

At this time, I only heard Bai Mengyang, the master of the Sword Pavilion, say: "Father wants to personally preside over today's conference, and the child will not dare to stop him." But it was still early at this hour, so my father still rested first, and waited for ......" Before he finished speaking, Bai Chengfei waved his hand and interrupted: "No." Do not neglect the sacrifice, I will meditate for a while before I pass. You take someone to see it in person first, are you all in order? Bai Mengyang nodded in response, seeing that the old father's expression was serious, the corners of his mouth were tight, and he knew that his mind was resolute, and he was afraid that he would not be persuaded to move, so he did not dare to say more.

Bai Chengfei slowly raised his head, and his eyes swept over the people standing in the room one by one. In the blink of an eye, his son is already in his fifties, and he has long lost his former vigor and elegance, and he looks like a rich man in his gestures, and asks the name of the master of the Sword Pavilion, which is really ridiculous now. Bai Chengfei wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, he just frowned. Bai Mengyang stood beside his daughter-in-law Sima Shi, grandson, granddaughter and grandson-in-law. Sun Zi Zhijie was dumbfounded, and he didn't know who he looked like, so people didn't want to take a second look, but it was his granddaughter Rui Qing, who was smart and sensible since she was a child, but unfortunately, if it was a boy, he could teach him to practice martial arts. Although her newly married husband not long ago is a well-known young talent in the martial arts, he is another family member after all, and he can't entrust the family business and reputation of the Bai family for several generations to another family! But looking at the four personal disciples of Bai Mengyang standing under the hall, none of them became successful, and they had to sigh in their hearts, could it really be that they were exhausted. Suddenly, the dull pain arose, causing discomfort in the abdomen, so I had to wave my hand and say, "You go down to prepare first, and be sure to arrange everything properly." This conference must be held in a beautiful manner, and we must not forget the teachings of our ancestors. I'll sit still for a while. Go ahead, all of you. ”

Everyone came out one after another, Bai Ruiqing slowly walked out, turned her head and saw that her husband Duan Yunyi's face was a little unnatural, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Xianggong, don't worry too much about these things in my family, my grandfather is old, and it is inevitable that his words and actions are a little weird." Duan Yunyi nodded and said, "It's okay." Bai Ruiqing said again: "This time I will accompany me back to the door, and I want you to help my father take care of the affairs of the martial arts conference, I really don't want to go." Duan Yunyi smiled a little reluctantly: "Why did the lady say that." This conference is very important, and my father-in-law is too busy for a while, so it is also my duty to help the handle. It's still early, the lady should go back to the house to rest, it's too cold outside, be careful of catching a cold. Bai Ruiqing seemed to want to say something, but in a blink of an eye, she saw that her father's two disciples were walking towards this side, and they should be talking to Duan Yunyi, so she stopped talking and bowed and said, "Then I'll go back first, and remember to come over for dinner in a while." ”

Duan Yunyi watched his wife leave, and there was a trace of helplessness in his heart. Last month's wedding, both families took a lot of effort and held a very grand event. For his uncle, it has a more meaning of entrusting the family business. After getting married, Master Duan handed over all the Duan family's properties to him to take care of. It was a good thing that everyone was happy about, but somehow, he just couldn't be happy. His wife Ruiqing is a beautiful lady in everyone, knows books and etiquette, knows tea art, flower art, and writes well, cooks good dishes, is gentle and kind, and people can't find a trace of fault. Master Duan and Mrs. Duan are really very satisfied with this daughter-in-law. In the past month, the husband and wife have respected each other like guests, outsiders who are not Taoist is a match made in heaven, only Duan Yunyi is troubled, it's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he ...... Thinking of this, he quickly settled down and stopped thinking about it. At this time, Wang Lian, the eldest disciple of the Sword Pavilion, and Li Linyue, the second disciple, had already arrived, and it turned out that they were preparing for the preparations for welcoming the participants for a while, and asked him to go and finally agree with the other people in charge. And so on, without going into details.

Five corrections, more than 100 men and women from the top and bottom of the Sword Pavilion were neatly dressed, and followed the old pavilion master Bai Chengfei to the main hall of the Qianshan Sword Pavilion to worship the ancestors. In other words, the ancestor of the Bai family was not surnamed Bai, and he had made great contributions at the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and he was unwilling to accept the reward from the imperial court, so he changed his name and surname to Hangzhou to establish a sect. Therefore, it is not only the ancestors of the Bai family who are worshipped in this attic, but also the ancestors of several generations of people who ask the Sword Pavilion. Every time the big festival, there are a large number of people present, this year there is the old pavilion master out of the main sacrifice, more and more grand, cigarette smoke, the sound of ritual music spread all over the mountain.

Let's say that Sima Xin is a cousin with the Bai family, and no one will restrain him if he goes or not, not to mention that he has a dislike with the Bai family, so he quietly withdrew and went to Hangzhou City alone. I met with Fang Tongbao a few days ago.,I heard an irrelevant thing.,Today I asked him to have tea.,Maybe you can see the hero in that irrelevant thing.,Somehow it's a little exciting.。

In November last year, after finishing the matter of the ten thousand Taoist priests, Sima Xin returned to Hangzhou. After Fang Tongbao and Qi Mutian had a long talk, they finally decided to let go of the thief door that had been operating for several years, and when the martial arts conference was over, they dismissed the servants and moved to their hometown in Shuzhong to take care of the weapons manufacturing for the Xihai League. After the discussion, Fang Tongbao returned to Dengfeng County, scattered the family property, and if there was anyone willing to stay, he would help pack the boxes first. After the New Year's Pass, I came east by water, and arrived at Songjiang Mansion on this day.

The day is the eighteenth day of the first month, just after the Shangyuan Festival, the city is full of joy. Not long ago, I also passed by Songjiang Mansion with Wuwei and was deeply impressed. I used to hear that the grain that Songjiang offered to the court every year could reach a political envoy in the Central Plains, not to mention all kinds of fabrics, up to the court, down to the whole country, and the clothes were all from one mansion all over the world. There are no people who have seen it or think that this place is convenient and the real estate is rich and special to other places, but only those who have seen it know that they are not born rich, and they all rely on the land without waste and no idlers. In the city, wealthy families even set up weaving and dyeing bureaus to recruit landless villagers to work. Nowadays, just after the New Year, cloth merchants from all over the country have come one after another, Fang Tongbao passed by the door of several tooth shops outside the city and saw that people and horses came in and out, and there was an endless stream.

It's early in the city, the sky is clear, and the sky is clear. Fang Tongbao hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he found a street shop, ordered a bowl of salted soybean milk that the locals like to drink, and built a pair of flatbread fritters. This soy milk with soy sauce is indeed a little unaccustomed to drinking, but after a few more sips, it also tastes fragrant, with freshly baked crispy flatbread and fiery and fragrant fritters, which is extremely comfortable. While eating, I casually listened to the gossip of the people next to me. The Jiangsu and Zhejiang dialects are really difficult to understand, and it took a while to understand that there was a big Jiao in Changchun Temple in Taohuawu in the west of the city today, and the Taoist priest who presided over the Jiao did not seem to be an ordinary person.

After the meal, Fang Tongbao leisurely walked to the west of the city, not long, but saw the end of the road with colorful treasure flags, many men, women and children also went to that place, presumably Changchun view is not far away. Sure enough, with everyone crossed a stone bridge together, along the river slowly for half a mile, through the bamboo forest on dozens of stone steps, suddenly a Taoist temple in front of you, surrounded by green pines and cypresses, the mountain gate is half old, if it is not for the lanterns along the way, the villagers gather, there is really a group of immortal atmosphere outside the world. Looking at the visitors who came one after another, there were farmers and merchants, rich and poor, and I don't know who paid for it, which attracted so many villagers. Fang Tongbao then grabbed a squire outside the mountain gate and asked. Sure enough, it's a rare thing.

Last year, there was little rain in the spring and summer, and there was an insect plague, the rice harvest failed, the people's livelihood was difficult, the rain and snow were heavy in autumn and winter, and the plague epidemic in Songjiang Mansion and Huating, and the two counties of Shanghai successively. Huating County is particularly serious, six or seven out of every ten households have died, and there are many new graves and mourning all over the wilderness for a while. In November, a young Taoist suddenly came to this Changchun Temple, which is said to be the old man of Zhang Zhenren, who passed away half a year ago. I heard that after Zhang Zhenren's death in August, many things happened in the temple, and it was almost destroyed. But when this young Taoist leader came, he not only saved the Taoist temple, but also cured the plague that ravaged the county.

After the squire finished talking to Fang Tongbao, he looked convinced and said, "What a master!" Still so young. Fang Tongbao was also curious and asked, "Do you know where this Dao chief came from?" The squire shook his head and said, "I only know that his surname is Shangguan." Hearing this, Fang Tongbao's heart suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but smile, and asked, "Who is running this festival today?" The squire said: "The idea of the county magistrate is to fund an altar with several large families to eliminate disasters and pray for blessings." As he was talking, he suddenly heard the sound of a gong on the road, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the sedan chair of the county order.