In Nanshi, a thin mule pulled a simple wooden cart, staggering and babbling to the door of the Huimin Medical Center, a mule driver lifted the curtain of the car, Murong Yuan slowly walked down from the car, he just stepped off the mule cart, the man suddenly sounded, and drove the mule away, Murong Yuan had to shake his head and smile bitterly, carry the wine jar in his hand, and slowly walked towards the medical hall.

The medical hall is scribbled on the wooden board, and there is a wooden sign on the door that reads "Huimin Medicine" in three scribbled words, and only a gourd is hung obliquely, which is the meaning of "hanging pot". Although it is a medical hall, it is pitifully small, about the size of an ordinary person's guest hall, and there are several wooden barrels outside the door, and there are some wooden shelves next to the barrels, on which some dustpans are set up, and some medicinal materials are dried in the middle. Next to this "medical hall" was a blacksmith's shop, also made of wooden planks, but the stove of the blacksmith's shop was blazing, and a blacksmith of medium stature was forging the iron in the furnace with a tongs and sledgehammer.

Murong Yuan watched the blacksmith striking iron, and his short beard was curled by the heat, but his eyes were as cool as jade, and he looked at the furnace along the blacksmith's eyes, but saw that the iron in the furnace was six feet and three minutes long, and about three inches wide. Look at the style of the weapon, it is neither a knife nor a stick, and the material is neither gold nor iron, but it is strange. When he turned his eyes to the blacksmith, he saw that although the blacksmith did not move the hammer very quickly, the hammer was calm and condensed, and it seemed that no more energy was wasted outside of casting, and no less strength was not used in the proper position.

Murong Yuan couldn't help but be fascinated, so he asked, "Forge a sword?" ”

The blacksmith didn't look up, but replied, "Yes." ”

Murong Yuan asked again, "What is the purpose of forging a sword?" ”

The blacksmith said, "Sell." Regardless of Murong Yuan, he raised the hammer and pounded the scorching Ugin in the furnace with a "bang".

Murong Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and in an instant, he couldn't help laughing at himself, and he didn't say much, and turned his head to look into the "medical hall", the small thatched hut was dark and cold, although it was not big, it seemed that it could not be seen through.

At this moment, a lean old man like a monkey suddenly appeared in the hut, the old man held a puff fan in his hand, and only a cloth coat was draped on his body, and his hair and beard were gray and gray, his clothes were open, and his half-bald head was constantly sweating.

I saw that his eyes narrowed into thin slits, he fanned the wind vigorously with a pu fan in one hand, and pointed at the blacksmith with the other hand and shouted: "Knock knock, knock knock, the old man can't be at peace if he wants to sleep, and he burns the fire all day long, so that the baby plum blossoms raised by his grandfather are dead!" Then he knocked the fan on the blacksmith's stove, but the fan was destroyed by the fire in the furnace, and there was a slight smell of burning. The old man looked annoyed, stomped his feet, turned around and saw Murong Yuan Yiyi standing at the door, his expression instantly froze, he looked Murong Yuan up and down coldly, and then snorted: "Yo, rare guest, what are you doing?" ”

Murong Yuan replied with a smile: "Looking for you to prescribe a prescription!" ”

The old man squinted at Murong Yuan, looked at him for a long time, and said, "I can't cure your disease!" It's closed today. ”

Murong Yuan said: "The medical hall is hanging pot, that is what it means to open." ”

The old man rolled his eyes and looked at the gourd hanging diagonally by the door, then took it off and threw it on the barrel at will, and said, "It will be closed now." ”

When Murong Yuan heard this, his brows furrowed, his chest suddenly curled, and he couldn't help coughing loudly, he hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered it to his lips, his chest rose and fell, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing this, the old man stretched out his hand and slapped Murong Yuan's waist a few times at will, Murong Yuan seemed to be in great pain, slowly straightened his shoulders, hid the handkerchief in his sleeve, and adjusted his breathing for a long time before he said: "Thank you for your help, it's already good here." ”

"Great? Hey, hey, hey! Coughing up blood and redness, qi reversal and dry lungs, can it be considered a great good? If you have a sick body, you have to be strong and self-managed, can it be regarded as a great good? Originally, there were still ten years to live, but now it seems that at most half a year, which is good? The more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and he turned his head to go into the hut.

Murong Yuan smiled bitterly, but he heard the blacksmith next to him knock it down with a bang, but he didn't continue, just raised his eyes to look at Murong Yuan, although his eyes were still Shen Yi, he seemed to be a little more concerned. Murong Yuan smiled, noncommittal, just shook the wine jug in his hand in the direction of the old man, and said, "If you are not a patient, even if you are a drinking friend, can you enjoy it?" ”

At this time, the old man in the house seemed to take a deep breath, heyed, and said, "Don't be swaggering, my dog nose has already smelled it!" The nine-year-old cold wine should be your first bar after the sacrificial wine, and the Lan girl was still a little kid at that time...... Alas, for the sake of this treasure, come in...... Maybe I can only drink this one last time in my life. In the end, there was a bit of gloom in his voice.

When Murong Yuan heard this, he lowered his head and walked slowly into the thatched house, at this time, the old man had already opened the window of the thatched house, and a little light penetrated into the house, but he saw that although the room was not big and the furnishings were relatively simple, it gave people a different kind of quiet feeling. There was only a bed and a bookshelf in the room, and in addition to a few broken books on the shelf, there was also a pot of crooked plum blossom bonsai, which seemed to be wilted and lifeless. These belongings were placed against the wall, leaving only a central open space, on which only a small lit red clay stove was placed, and two wooden stakes were placed beside the stove as chairs, and the cast iron pot on the stove was crackling and steaming. When the old man saw this, he waved his sleeve at the stove, and saw that the fire suddenly dimmed a little, and the water in the pot was not as boiling as it had just been.

Murong Yuan seemed to be very familiar with the environment here, so he put the wine pot on the shelf, found some tea utensils, and put some tea in the cup, regardless of the fact that the cast iron kettle had been burned red, so he picked up the teapot with his hand, poured water into the cup, and then raised his hand to shake the teacup, and said to the old man: "Mu Weng, you are a senior citizen, this cup is for you." Strange to say, the boiling water was still steaming when it was poured into the teacup, but it was already like warm water when it changed hands, and although it was close to the cloth, it would never be so cold.

The old man took the tea, stared down into the teacup for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "This is what Zhaoming said when he first saw me...... It's been more than 20 years, but you still remember! Then he closed his eyes, and after a long time, he suddenly turned over the tea in the cup and splashed it on the ground, saying, "Since there is wine, why do you still drink tea?" As he spoke, he turned out a mottled bronze feather from the shelf, then took out the Huihan wine brought by Murong Yuan, stretched out his hand to pat open the mud seal, poured the Huihan wine into the ancient brain, and put it on the small stove to warm it, it was strange to say, and I didn't see any movement of the old man, the fire in the furnace seemed to understand that the Huihan wine could not be heated quickly, so it was much darker.

Murong Yuan stared at the feather of the wine, his eyes reflected the jumping dark red firelight, quietly waiting for the old man to finish pouring the wine, and suddenly let out a long sigh, and said: "This is the one who swore at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, it has been more than twenty years, but you still keep it." After that, both of them were silent.

The old man only took a stake and sat down, and took a wooden spoon and paddled it back and forth among the bronze buds. Murong Yuan knew that he remembered the past and didn't want to speak, so he also pulled a wooden stake and came to sit by the stove.

After being silent like this for a long time, the old man suddenly spoke: "Yueya came to me two months ago, but I didn't dare to see her...... Alas, the older you get, the more you are afraid. ”

Murong Yuan didn't reply immediately, and said after a while: "She should have guessed it." After a pause, he smiled and said: "I asked her to go to Kansai, she has been there for more than a month, if it goes well, she should have arrived a few days ago." ”

The old man suddenly squinted at Murong Yuan, and there was a faint divine light in the two thin slits, and he smiled: "Kansai? Xiao Yuan'er, didn't you know about the current pro-conquest a month ago? ”

Murong Yuan smiled faintly and said, "Although I can't know everything, I can already observe the situation." ”

The old man nodded slightly, knocked out the wine in the mouth, and poured it into the cup in front of the two, but he first picked up the cup, took a sip, then closed his eyes, shook his head for a long time, and sighed: "The plum of the three winters, take its frost; The snow of the new year is warm. This wine is blazing in the mouth, but after the stomach, it can refresh the liver and intestines and return to the cold, good wine, good wine! The cold in this wine is just like the blank space in the painting and the afterglow in the piano. If it is said that wine is the blood of men, then this feeling should be gradually detached from the building, and Xiao Xiao is cold. With that, I couldn't help but beat myself on my legs.

Murong Yuan just looked at the old man with a smile on the side and muttered to himself, and when he stopped for a while, he said: "Mu Weng is indeed a man, but he is here to ask for something." ”

The old man didn't pay attention to it, just drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and said, "I already knew, let's talk about it!" Then he poured himself another glass.

Murong Yuan said: "Mu Weng, I want to ask you to come out of the mountain and protect the light." ”

The old man's eyes narrowed, and he replied: "I am not a mountain person, and there is still a mountain, but my old and old eyes are dizzy, but I don't see where the light is." ”

Murong Yuan's eyes were also condensed, and he said, "Three months ago, Mu Weng should have seen the Black Eagle." ”

The old man laughed when he heard this, and said, "Xiao Yuan'er, your ability is quite big, I'm afraid you can take his black gourd." ”

Murong Yuan also took a sip of cold wine, noncommittal, and continued, "Black Eagle must have said something to you." ”

The old man's little eyes suddenly revealed a sly light, and he said, "Little Eagle doesn't like light." ”

Murong Yuan knew that he didn't want to say more, so he stood up and said: "Mu Weng, in the past 20 years, although our Zhaoming Ten Friends have long gone their separate ways, you have never given up on thoroughly investigating the source of the secret door, and you want to do your best to help you, but at this moment, it is already a good year...... Ahem...... Now that it is coming to the south, its momentum is difficult to stop, and I am afraid that it is also controlled by people in the secret door...... Ahem...... Although he can't get the year of knowing the destiny of heaven, he also understands the emotion of the court, and the time is short, so he can only be crippled by himself, and in order to show his last wish, he will do something useful for Li Min. With that, he clasped his hands into fists and bowed to the old man.

The old man raised his hands and motioned for Murong Yuan to sit down, stayed for a long time, seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said with a long sigh: "Alas, the old man can't completely let go of the obsession in his heart, but this time he was involved by you again, but the old man can't be Gao Yuan, and he can't be the Qin Wuyang......" said and squinted at Murong Yuan.

Murong Yuan smiled and shook his head. The old man's eyes suddenly widened and said, "You don't want me to be Fan Yuzhi, right?" ”

When Murong Yuan heard this, he burst out laughing and said, "Mu Weng, you are too worried, but you are not. I just want you to do Bingji for Zaixia. ”

This Bing Ji is a person from the former Han Dynasty, famous for protecting the folk dragon grandson, the old man obviously knew this allusion, but he didn't expect Murong Yuan to say this, he was stunned for a long time, and muttered: "Bing Ji? Could it be that the light is really coming to the world? …… Before the end of the year, the purple micro star moves, the light is dark, and it should be in the dragon ...... Could it be that there is really something to be said in that saying? What does the dragon mean......" He stretched out his hand and scratched his head while muttering, and after a long struggle, the old man finally nodded and said: "It's okay to want the old man to be Bingji, but you have to tell the old man who is Liu Heng!" ”

Murong Yuan didn't answer directly: "Although I don't know if the light has come into the world, I seem to have a feeling that the giant gate should be in the imperial court......" Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes suddenly froze, and said: "Black Eagle should have also said this conjecture." When the old man heard this, he shot out of his small eyes and nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Murong Yuan dipped his fingers in the cup of cold wine, and wrote two words on the table: "Jianxi".

When the old man saw the words, he was silent, but his eyes suddenly became cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you sure?" ”

Murong Yuan waved the two words away with his sleeves, raised his wine glass, took a sip alone, and said with a smile: "Guess." ”

The old man was not angry, he thought for a while and said, "But what Xiao Diao'er said is Kunhe." ”

Murong Yuan was surprised and said, "Kunhe? After that, he shook his head and said, "Not like that." As he spoke, he took another sip of wine and said, "Kunhe should indeed be a member of the Divine Sect, but the giant gate should be someone else." ”

The old man said: "The power of the giant gate is not below you and me, but it may not necessarily be a member of the royal family." And now the royal family is weak, although the second child is very high, but I don't see it. ”

Murong Yuan's eyes froze, and he said, "Why is Mu Weng so sure? ”

The old man said loudly: "How can I stab ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that something was missing, and he snorted, and said: "The old man also guessed!" After saying that, he squinted at Murong Yuan, and there was a great sense of "can you guess why I can't guess".

Murong Yuan let out a sigh of relief and said, "I hope that as Mu Weng said, maybe I am too worried...... Maybe the front line is tight now, and it is inevitable to think too much about it. But now the pro-conquest, no matter who the giant gate is, will definitely be unfavorable to the current emperor. I just want to ask you to deign to be Bing Ji who escorts once. ”

The old man was not surprised, but shook the wine in the cup and said, "That's it?" If a stone has done this, why should I come? ”

Murong Yuan said: "The stone is guarded against in the open, and now it is also suspicious of the emperor. If you hadn't mentioned it in secret, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to guard against the giant gate's schemes. He thought for a moment and said, "There is also a private invitation below...... Ahem...... There is an apprentice below, not Huaizhou, his name is Wei Qi, he is talented and intelligent, but when he is bone, he sees that he has a Shura backbone. So in the past few years, I have passed on the way of the Holy King, hoping to resolve one or two, and he has lived up to my expectations and learned very well. But now the war has begun...... Ahem...... I was worried that something would happen to him, so I arranged for the master in the hall to force him away, hoping that if he was discouraged, he could return to the countryside, which could be regarded as a relief from his fate. But unexpectedly, this child's ambition has not disappeared, and he has also made some friends who are kind-hearted, I saw the anger of the group of children from a distance, the jade quality is quite extraordinary, and one of them, should be the apprentice of the Black Eagle, but unexpectedly also entered Beijing...... Ahem...... I just wanted to ask Mu Weng to help me take care of these children. He stared at the old man.

When the old man heard this, his eyebrows furrowed, and he muttered, "Hehe...... This little carving...... Now it's interesting! Then he said: "The little eagle has entrusted me with this, alas, my old wood will be an old mother for you." ”

Murong Yuan smiled, raised his glass and touched the old man, and said, "Thank you!" After saying that, he drank all the wine in his hand, and then said with a smile: "Mu Weng, if you want to do the things of Bolangsha, you must pay attention to everything." ”

When the old man heard this, he put his hand on his ear and said loudly: "What Xiao Yuan'er said, the old man can't hear it very clearly." ”

Murong Yuan said with a smile: "I have a rough vision, but I just feel that the black sword that your blacksmith neighbor is forging can be used as a moment together with the reincarnation blade of the Black Eagle, and in today's world, only the Chongyang Sect Master Su Miaohu can restrain a little in terms of quality with the power of the Three Flavors True Yang." ”

The old man didn't answer, seeing that the wine in the feather was already bottoming out, he suddenly patted his legs and muttered, "Hehe, didn't you come today to ask me to prescribe a prescription?" The old decay will open one party for you, well, angelica, cooked land, solitary life, honeysuckle, two dollars each. Please. The implication is to chase away customers.

Murong Yuan knew that there was nothing to talk about today, but fortunately, the old man also agreed to his request, which was a worthwhile trip. Listening to the old man's last prescription, there was a lot of concern in it, so he stopped talking, turned and left, and when he reached the door, he bowed to the old man in the house again, and said, "Please." ”

The fire in the house suddenly went out, and the room was dark again, only to hear the old man seem to be a little tired and said: "Since you are here, take Lan Yatou's medicine with you, this medicine is enough for half a year, in the bucket outside the door." ”

Murong Yuan took the medicine himself, stepped on the yellow autumn leaves, and left slowly.

At the door of the thatched house, the old man came out of the door, silently watched Murong Yuan go away, sighed, and suddenly heard the blacksmith next to him say, "Have you seen the Black Eagle?" ”

The old man didn't look back, and said, "He's dead!" ”

But the blacksmith also sighed, stopped the hammer in his hand, lifted the iron in his hand, and immersed it in the water next to him with a snort, and suddenly the blacksmith shop was filled with steam.

The water vapor was entangled in the dust and sand, and the old man saw that he could no longer see Murong Yuan's back, and muttered to himself: "Xiao Yuan'er, you have no last resort, but I don't know if you have noticed that person." ”

"I Ching Needs": "On the ninth day of the first month, you need to be in the suburbs, use constantly, and there is no blame." ”