On this autumn night, not only the young Wang Chong was thinking about the woman in his heart, but even the divine doctor Feng Zhongqing, who had reached the age of not being confused, was also thinking about the person who had been entangled in his heart for decades, but Wang Chong was sitting on a tree looking in that direction, while Feng Zhongqing was returning to the time of decades ago in his sleep......

The spring of the wind mountain, is still very beautiful, this is early spring, the grass on the mountain sprouts, there are some small flowers that are not afraid of the cold, also trembling blooming, the flowing water of the mountain stream, clear to the bottom, all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Feng Zhongqing's small body, carrying a big bamboo basket, he is going to the highest peak of Huifeng Mountain to collect medicine today, today is the first day of the first month of March, the master said, on this day every year, on the peak of the highest peak of Huifeng Mountain, there is a herb called Huisoul grass, at noon on this day, it will bear seeds like red coral, this kind of seed has the effect of resurrecting the dead. But after noon, the red seeds that suddenly appeared will wither little by little, and finally disappear completely.

So this kind of child is also something that can be met but not sought, and maybe it also needs to be fate.

Therefore, Master repeatedly instructed himself to reach the peak before noon today and pick a few more seeds of the Soul Returning Grass. I also obediently set off early in the morning.

He was an orphan, he was picked up by the master, the master once drank too much, told him about his life experience, that night, the master cured a seriously ill patient, and as soon as he was happy, he personally fried a few side dishes, scalded a pot of hot wine, and put it on the stone table outside the house.

Master drank too much wine, looked at his little self, suddenly let out a long sigh, and said, "Zhongqing, you are also a hard-working child, and you don't know where your parents are, you have been on the mountain with Master for five or six years, have you been homesick?" “

"Master, you are my relative, I don't want to be home, I don't want my father." Feng Zhongqing's small body was straight, and he said crisply.

"Well, that's good, I don't want you to live happily, follow the teacher to learn to heal and save people, not only a craft, but also a meritorious person, in the future, if you succeed in learning art, go down the mountain, hone for a few years, find a good woman to marry, live a good life, this life is not rich and expensive, but it must be harmonious and smooth." Master touched Feng Zhongqing's head and said with relief.

"Master, the apprentice will be with the master for the rest of his life, and the apprentice will provide for the master in his old age."

"Hehe, well, my filial apprentice." After the master finished speaking, he toasted again.

"Master, where did you pick me up?" Feng Zhongqing was still a little curious.

"Five years ago, when the master went out to practice medicine to save people, on the way back to the mountain, he passed a river and saw something floating down from the upper reaches in the distance. In the churning of the waves, he actually drifted to the master, and the child was still sleeping soundly. “

When Master said this, it seemed that he had fallen into memory. With a look of joy on his face, he took a sip of wine before he continued: "I picked up the wooden basin, but I didn't think that the child was also awake, looking at me, not only did he not cry, but smiled at me, and the white and tender fist was put in his mouth and gnawed loudly!" ”

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