Deep in the bamboo forest, there is a courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence, and there are several simple houses in the courtyard. Behind the hospital is a road, and I don't know where it leads.

Hera was placed on a bamboo bed in one of the rooms.

Long Tielan, as the leader of the guards, is naturally not a fool, he can choose to trust the old scholar so easily, in addition to sensing that there is no sign of spiritual energy flow in the other party's body, just an ordinary person without threat, the most important thing is that he has already reached a dead end, this is like the last straw caught by a drowning man, if he refuses the old scholar's kindness, Hera will definitely die, then it is better to gamble.

Hera lay on the bed, her eyes closed and dying, the door was closed by Long Tielan, who was the last to walk out, and only the old scholar was left in the room looking at the dying barbarian girl.

"What a poor child. ”

Staring at Hera's face for a moment, the old scholar sighed lightly, took out a square red box from under the bed, and opened it, revealing a pile of strangely shaped knives, scissors, hooks and forks.

The old scholar stretched out his old hand, which was wrinkled like dead tree bark, and pulled it halfway through the box, and finally took out a needle and a black ball of thread.

The needle is a common embroidery needle for ordinary people to live at home.

The old scholar found the end of the thread and began to thread the needle, and after a visual inspection of the length and feeling that it was almost there, he leaned forward slightly, and began to stitch up Hera's wound.

The wound was quickly stitched up. The old scholar took out a pair of scissors to cut the thread, put all the needle and thread back into the box, covered the lid, and pushed it back under the bed.

After doing all this, the old scholar entered the back room, and when he came out again, he had an extra guqin in his arms.

He put the guqin on a table against the wall, pulled over a bamboo chair and sat down slowly, looked at Hera on the bed, stroked the qin with both hands, ten fingers jumped, a sound like a charm, and the sound of the peaceful piano slowly floated out of the room.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and a kind of emotional rhyme makes you feel angry.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint, as if all the quietest times, the most brilliant wind and frost, or the first appearance, are slowly flowing.

And the sound of the piano is like melancholy, after a thousand sails, looking at the years to clarify the heart, is to precipitate all the magnificent waves when you are separated by the sea.

The guards of the Long family, who were anxiously waiting outside the house, were attracted by the sound of the qin, stopped their restless pacing, retracted their panicked minds, and involuntarily followed the sound of the Miao Miao qin into a quiet world that had never been before.

The beautiful melody makes people mesmerized, forgetting the passage of time and the changes of time, until the sound of the piano suddenly stops, the sun goes down, and the listeners outside the house are still immersed in it, and they are reluctant to wake up.

And Hera on the bed had already opened her eyes.

......

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"Awake?"

The old scholar smiled and stood up and came to the bedside.

Hera's face was pale, her lips were blue, and she looked weakly at the old man in front of her.

It was a completely unfamiliar face, with white sideburns, a wrinkled face full of traces of time, a few old age spots scattered on the forehead and the folds at the corners of the eyes, and it looked like he was at least seventy years old.

"You saved me?"

Hera's consciousness was very clear, and looking at the strange room and the strange old man, she quickly remembered the scene before she fell unconscious.

The old scholar sighed: "Age, what can't you think about, just looking for death, fortunately you met me, otherwise, you won't survive." ”

"Why did you save me?"

Hera looked at the old scholar in pain.

"There's no reason, just feel like you don't deserve to die. ”

The old scholar sat down next to the bed and looked at Hera lovingly: "Life is only once, even if you encounter a difficult hurdle, you can't escape it in this way, if you die, how sad should your relatives be?"

"But if I lived, he would be in more pain. ”

Hera's voice was weak.

The old scholar smiled and said, "Then are you willing to have something to do with me, an old man?" ”

Hera was silent, slowly closing her eyes.

The old scholar said: "I just think you seem to have a lot on your mind, and it may be better to come out." If you don't want to, then you can't, I'll call those guards of yours in now, and go back wherever you came from. ”

Then, the old scholar was about to get up.

"No, I don't want to go back. ”

Hera hurriedly stopped, suddenly feeling that such words seemed too rude, and pleaded softly, "Can I stay here a little longer?"

"Absolutely. ”

The old scholar was particularly easy-going: "Then live here first, and then leave when you want to leave." ”

"Really?"

The old scholar nodded: "But you have to pay for the house and food, one gold coin, it's not expensive, right?"

Hera smiled, and she suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting, and from the moment she opened her eyes, she had a kind of affection for him

Hera didn't want to tell others about the depression and pain in her heart, but for some reason, seeing the old scholar's kind and kind appearance, she suddenly remembered her dead father, and couldn't help but tell everything that happened in the past from beginning to end.

The old scholar is an unimpeccable confidant.

He listened quietly, interjecting from time to time when he didn't understand, but never disturbing Hera's train of thought.

A whole hour passed, and none of the guards of the Long family guarding outside dared to knock on the door and enter the house, which was the rule of the old scholar. He saves people, no matter what happens in the house, no outsiders are allowed to disturb them, otherwise, he guarantees that the patient will die as soon as possible.

Hera's life was a matter of life and death, and no one dared to risk their lives.

When the piano sounded, everyone was a little strange, they didn't understand why they needed to play the piano to heal injuries and save people, although the unknown qin song was the most beautiful melody they had ever heard in their lives, but it couldn't be associated with saving people.

After the sound of the piano disappeared, there was silence in the room, and someone quietly released his divine consciousness to sense what the old man in the room was doing, but he was shocked to find that the divine consciousness emitted was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response!

There is only one possibility of such an outcome, and that is that some kind of powerful magic circle should be arranged around this seemingly simple wooden house, which can block the snooping of the cultivator's divine sense!

What is puzzling is that no one, including Long Tielan, can feel the breath of the formation running.

Could it be that there is another mechanism in the house, and the old scholar has moved Hera elsewhere?

Everyone speculated, and the more they thought about it, the more anxious they became, but they didn't dare to knock on the door, so they could only pace back and forth outside like ants on a hot pot.

"You feel that what happened to you is very miserable, you don't want to implicate the guy named Ye Hao, you feel that you should have protected him, but in the end you have become a burden, you feel that this scar on your face has made you a very ugly and ugly girl, and you feel that he wants to marry you because he promised your dead father, and he doesn't really like you. ”