The Merry Blind Man has been famous for many years, gentle and elegant, strong in martial arts, although he can't see with his eyes, he loves life and always looks at life with a smile.

"Dr. Li, thank you for your kindness, but it doesn't matter if my eyes are cured or not, I'm used to it now. And when a person can't see it with his eyes, he will use his body and mind to feel the beauty of the world. Without eyes, maybe I've seen more than a lot of people. Lu Xiaofeng, don't worry about me. ”

Hua Manlou's martial arts may not be the highest, but the perception of life is the most real, which is a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to reach. There is no killing, no blood, there is just tolerance and generosity, gratitude for beauty, and love for life.

However, after all, the miracle doctor Li Mu said that there is a way, then there is a high probability that it will succeed. Now Lu Xiaofeng and Li Yanbei, who have become Li Mu's brainless fans, naturally asked Hua Manlou to agree, after all, they also wanted to see Li Mu's eye-changing technique.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll just come down."

Under the prodding of a group of friends, Hua Manlou could only smile helplessly: "Then I'll go back and discuss with my father first, and after everything is ready, our Hua family will send someone to invite Dr. Li to come to the door?" ”

Seeing that Hua Manlou was leaving, Mudaoren, Gusong monks, and honest monks also said goodbye one after another, but when they left, they warmly invited Li Mu to sit in their temple or at home.

To have the opportunity to get acquainted with martial arts celebrities and complete the task by the way, Li Mu was not happy, and promised to visit him when he had time.

When the outsiders were gone, the thirteenth aunt in the inner room came out, holding a plate of delicate snacks in her hand, looking at Li Mu and the others and saying with a smile: "You have been chatting for so long, you must be hungry, I have prepared some snacks here, you eat first, I will go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast immediately." ”

Although this thirteenth aunt doesn't know martial arts, this ability to poison is difficult to detect, Li Mu estimates that the dish is poisonous, where do you dare to eat it.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaofeng had something in his heart, and he didn't have this plan, so he said to Li Mu: "Li Mu, I have a friend who has been poisoned, and it is around here, so I have to trouble you to go out with me." ”

"No problem, detoxification is just a trivial matter for me. However, what kind of poison is still to be seen. ”

Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng and Li Mu were leaving, the elegant and generous thirteenth aunt said a little anxiously: "It's not in a hurry, right?" Let's eat a snack and go, there is still a plate of butter snails in the kitchen, which Ouyang Qing made especially for you Lu Xiaofeng, you don't want to live up to the kindness of others. ”

Speaking of which, Lu Xiaofeng was also a little hesitant. However, the more anxious Aunt Thirteen was, the more Li Mu felt that there was a problem, so he took the initiative to say: "If that person has been poisoned for a long time and has not been treated in time, even if the situation is fine, it is easy to become highly poisonous." Let's hurry over, Aunt Thirteen's good intentions, it's better to come back and eat again. ”

Hearing Li Mu say this, Lu Xiaofeng, who remembered the people in the temple, no longer hesitated, but said apologetically to Aunt Thirteen: "It's better for me to come back and eat again, my friend has been poisoned for a long time, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on." ”

"Really, you men are like that all the time!"

In the complaint of the thirteenth aunt, Li Mu followed Lu Xiaofeng and left Li Yanbei's thirteen guild hall.

"Lu Xiaofeng, the person you want to save is Ye Gucheng?"

On the road early in the morning, except for the wind and Li Mu on the road, it can really be described as sparsely populated and extremely deserted.

"Li Mu? How do you know that I don't seem to have mentioned him to you yet? ”

"Lu Xiaofeng, although you seem to have a lot of friends, your best friends are nothing more than Hua Manlou, Ximen Blowing Snow and Sikong Picking Stars, and now I am afraid that Ye Gucheng will have to be added. After all, the one who can make you, a lazy person, come out early in the morning to seek medical treatment for him is definitely not an ordinary friend. ”

Lu Xiaofeng is generous, willing to spend money, and has high martial arts, and he wants to get to know him as recklessly as a carp crossing the river. These are also friends of wine and meat, who can turn their faces for the sake of interests at any time, Lu Xiaofeng seems to have many friends, but there are only a few real friends.

"Plus today, in fact, we have only met twice, but I didn't expect a person who has seen two sides of me to know me so well. That's right, people in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves, they are either friends or enemies, so naturally the more friends, the better. ”

While talking along the way, Li Mu followed Lu Xiaofeng to the small temple where Master Shengtong lived.

The room was damp and gloomy, and the place was not very narrow, but there was only a bed, a table, and a stool, so that the walls were even more desolate, hollow and lonely, and the lone lamp was even more dim and dim. The dust on the walls has not been removed, the roof is covered with cobwebs, and the broken scriptures by the lone lamp have not been read for a long time.

Ye Gucheng was lying on the cold and hard wooden bed, although he had already felt very tired, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He had long been accustomed to loneliness. A swordsman like him was destined to be isolated from the world, just like an ascetic monk, he had no chance to enjoy all the joys of the world.

Because the "Tao" can only be realized in loneliness and hardship, and the same is true of the way of the sword, there is no home, no friends, no wife, no children, no relatives.

Loneliness was his only companion throughout his life. But he still couldn't bear this desolation and coldness that was more terrible than loneliness. For though he had lived a lonely life, he was full of honor and glory. And now......

The wind blew in through the window, and the broken windows sounded like fallen leaves, and the house still carried a foul smell that even the wind could not blow. He knew that his wound was completely festering, like a piece of stinky flesh with maggots.

He was a lonely and noble man, but now he was hiding in this black hole like a wounded wild dog, and this kind of torture and pain was something he did not want to endure even if he died, but he must endure it. Because he must live until the fifteenth of September.

The autumn sound is lonely, the autumn wind is sluggish, but how does he spend this long night?

If he had a relative and a friend with him, the situation might have been much better, but he was destined to be a lonely man, never willing to accept the friendship of others, and never paid his feelings to others, and he suddenly realized that for the first time in his life, he thought that he also needed a friend.

He thought of many things again, of the uninterrupted hard training every morning and dusk, of the blood of his opponent under his sword, of the blue sea and blue sky, of the brilliant sunshine of gold, and of the clouds as beautiful as white jade......

He wanted to die, but he didn't want to die. Why do there always be so many helpless contradictions in a person's life?

The wound began to bleed pus again, it was stinking, and he wanted to struggle to get up, wash it with water again, and change it to a bandaged cloth.

Although he knew that doing so would not help his injuries, and it was even tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst. But that's all he can do.

He finally sat up, and as soon as he got out of bed, he heard the wind blowing by outside the window—it was not a natural one.

The sword was on the table. With his backhand, he had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and his reflexes were still very fast, and his movements were still agile.

"You don't need to draw your sword." Someone outside the window was smiling and saying, "If you have wine, you might as well pour a glass." ”

Ye Gucheng's hand holding the sword slowly relaxed, and he could already hear this person's voice: "Lu Xiaofeng? Come on, why did you bring someone? ”