Is there something hidden in this?

Or is the blood curse that Pingdezi said is real?

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Ye Yu's mind, and he was thinking very quickly, and suddenly felt a headache hit!

"Here, take this!" Qian didn't change to see that Ye Yu was ill again, so he took a pill from his sleeve.

Ye Yu, who was in unbearable pain, took the pill with a slight tremor and immediately swallowed it into his abdomen.

After a while, the violently cracking sensation was suspended, and Ye Yu, who was already sweating, breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior!" ”

"It doesn't matter, since you have come here to seek medical treatment in person, although the old decay cannot cure your hidden disease, you are confident that you have the ability to curb the development of the disease......"

"That's really annoying seniors! Senior, is this Ying Juezi of the Qin Dynasty related to Ying Kuizi? After Ye Yu thanked him, he suddenly felt that the name of this Ying Juezi was very similar to that of Ying Kuizi.

"Oh? You even know the person of Ying Kuizi! ”

"Uh-he, the seniors smiled......"

Qian Buchang saw that Ye Yu's words were disguised, but he didn't break it, but explained directly: "You guessed right, these two are not only relatives, but also close brothers, Ying Juezi is Ying Kuizi's brother!" ”

Hiss!

The doubts and speculations in his heart were confirmed, and Ye Yu not only did not feel happy, but felt a little depressed in his heart.

"These two brothers were both famous swordsmiths at that time, but Ying Juezi's sword-casting skills were slightly inferior to that of his brother Ying Kuizi, so although Ying Juezi was a royal craftsman back then, his brother Ying Kuizi was the top swordsmith of the empire......"

Qian Buchang shook the feather fan lightly, let the sandalwood smoke drift away, and continued: "Ye Yu, let's not talk about this Ying Kuizi, just say that Iori, Magata, and Ying Juezi died of the same illness, do you think it will be a coincidence?" ”

"What does that senior mean ......"

"Hehe, the old man is just talking, although the old man is a doctor, but for some things, he will not be as pedantic as other doctors, since some diseases cannot be explained, then think about the root cause, the old man is all about this, you can do it yourself!"

Ye Yu listened to Qian Buchang's subtle narration, but his heart skipped a beat, and then thanked him: "The younger generation has been taught!" ”

……

Since the tide rises and falls at a specific time, the caves entering the valley will be hidden by the lake during this time.

Therefore, during this time, Ye Yu could only temporarily live in the valley and wait until the fifteenth and sixteenth of the next month when the tide was low.

During the period of temporary residence in the valley, although the money could not cure Ye Yu's hidden disease, he refined a lot of pills to curb the pain to help alleviate Ye Yu's pain when he was sick.

The moonlight is quiet and beautiful, especially in the middle of summer nights, and the sky is full of stars.

Ye Yu walked in the sea of flowers at the back of the valley, perhaps tired of walking, so he lay on the high slope grass, looking at the endless starry sky with his arms on his pillow, and gradually fell into the memories of the past.

Life and death are just the beginning and end of life, but the simple two words are full of joys and sorrows in the world.

His eyes closed slightly, but two lines of tears crossed his cheeks.

Then the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he smiled softly from the bottom of his heart: "It turns out that when death is approaching, I, Ye Yu, will also be afraid of ......"

"Hey, so you're here!"

While Ye Yu was silently muttering to himself, Qian Chunying's voice came from not far away.

Then a small sound of footsteps gradually approached, Ye Yu did not get up, but maintained his original posture and asked softly, "Is there something to find me?" ”

"Why, can't I look for you if it's okay?" Qian Chunying also sat down when she came to the nearest place, muttering to herself with a worried expression.

"Uh, that's not it, it's so late, you haven't slept yet?"

Qian Chunying dragged her cheeks and tilted her head to look at Ye Yu: "Didn't you sleep either, ah, ...... you cried?"

"Dust blows into my eyes, don't worry~!"

Ye Yu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves as he spoke, and prevaricated Qian Chunying with the old reason of losing his teeth.

It turns out that when a person really faces death, he will find out how ridiculous his former rhetoric is, especially the process of being slowly swallowed by death, which is a kind of tormenting torture. Life and death, no one can see through ......"

Although Qian Chunying is not familiar with the world, she sees Ye Yu's feelings low in the past few days, so she comforted softly: "Actually, you don't have to be too pessimistic, Chunying believes that grandpa will definitely heal you!" ”

"Well, I hope so!"

Ye Yu replied copistically, then glanced at the surrounding flowers and trees, and squeezed out a smile: "At this moment, Ye Mou understands why you named this white flower Six Nights Snow!" ”

"You know?"

"Well, in the past few days, I have also observed the flowers and trees in this garden, and I have seen that these flowers only bloom at night. After six days, it will slowly wither in the evening. So Ye deduced that it should be this reason that will have the name of Six Nights of Snow! ”

"It seems that you are really a flower lover......"

Ye Yu smiled and didn't respond, not so much that he was a lover of flowers, but that he was idle and panicked, and he could only enjoy the flowers in this valley.

Seeing that the roses not far away were in full bloom, Ye Yu quipped: "The roses you sold to Ye that day are really not cheap!" ”

As soon as she mentioned the events of the day, Qian Chunying was a little embarrassed: "The flowers are so beautiful, how can they be cheap...... Well? You say its flower name is Rose? ”

"Why, you don't know?"

"I don't know, I just think the flowers are delicate, and I don't know the name of this flower, when the spring warbler went to the city, I wanted to find someone who understands flowers to screen, I didn't think about it, not only did I get the screening, but I lost the money bag......"

When Ye Yu heard this, he understood in his heart.

"Rose...... Rose, that's a nice name! ”

Looking at Qian Chunying's joy, Ye Yu's gloomy mood also relaxed a lot: "In fact, this rose has a poignant story!" ”

"And the poignant story? Brother Chengtian, tell me quickly, I used to like to listen to stories......"

Ye Yu saw Qian Chunying's curious baby look, but he smiled knowingly: "According to legend, this is a story of an ancient oriental country, among the many disciples of the Buddha, there is such a pair of men and women......"

"The man's personality is passionate, and the name is called love, and the woman's personality is gentle, and the name is called lover! One day, when the two of them were 'studying Buddhism' together, they found two budding flowers in a small hill! ”

The man wanted to pick it up, but he was accidentally cut by the thorns of the flowers, and the bright red blood flowed out. When the woman saw it, she was very distressed and took his hand, and inadvertently shed a tear......"

This tear fell at the same time as the drop of blood on the man's hand, and fell in the two flowers! The feelings that accompany each other day and night burst out because of this, but they are all Buddhists, and they pay attention to the emptiness of the five aggregates, so this moment of mutual affection can only be abandoned! ”

Ye Yu used his hoarse voice to tell a love story that could be met but not sought. Qian Chunying, who was listening to the lecture on the side, was completely engrossed, as if she had been integrated into the story.

When she heard that the affection between men and women was about to be parted, she couldn't help but ask: "Then what next?" ”

After that, they parted with smiles, and the man went to heaven, and the man had a new name: Yue Lao. He hoped that the woman would not remember him, but his job was to make a couple remember each other. With that little red thread in his hand; But how many people know that that that little red thread is actually a drop of his bright red blood......"

"The woman went to hell and changed her name to Meng Po. She hopes that the man forgets her, and her job is luckier is to boil soup, which is commonly known as "Meng Po soup" with her bowls of "Meng Po soup", so that a pair of men and women forget each other. But how many people know that the bowl of "Meng Po Soup" is actually a drop of her tears......"

"When a lover and a lover are together, love is created. Love must have flowers, so those two flowers are, although the flowers that bloom after they leave, one is red for the passionate lover, and the other is white for the tender lover, but they have the same name - roses. ”

Ye Yu said this, and then sighed and said: "The rose has thorns, and it is not allowed to come close, this is just like the sentence in Zhou Dunyi's "Ai Lian Said", 'It can be viewed from a distance but cannot be blasphemed'. Implying the innocence of love, how can it be blasphemed? ”

Talking slowly, poignantly, although the story has been told, Ye Yu's voice echoed in Qian Chunying's ears. For some reason, at this moment, Qian Chunying's red clouds rose on her cheeks, and her bulging chest was also rising and falling slightly.

"After listening to this story, do you think this flower is poignant?" Ye Yu saw Qian Chunying's expression was different, thinking that the other party was reminiscing about the afterglow of the story.

"Well, it's a very poignant story, I didn't expect there to be this legend in this rose......" Qian Chunying said and twisted her delicate body slightly, buried her head in her chest, and didn't dare to look at Ye Yu again.

Seeing this, Ye Yu was suspicious, so he asked blankly: "What's the matter, did Ye say something wrong?" ”

"No, the two people in the story are in love because of roses, and Brother Chengtian said this story......"

Under the moonlight, Qian Chunying lowered her head slightly, her small jade hand kneaded the wrinkled corners of her clothes in one place, although there was an inquiry in her words, but she seemed to be unconfident and faintly uneasy.

"Uh...... Ah......" Ye Yu was about to explain this story as a pastime, but suddenly realized.

"That, that, actually, it's just a story, and I'm just talking about it...... I still have a lot of little stories in my belly, if you like to listen to stories, how about listening to them with you another day? ”

"Oh......"

Qian Chunying was silent for a moment, and then answered softly in frustration, as if she had thought of something, and then took a food box from behind her.

Gently opened the food box and carefully took out the porcelain cup inside: "Na, this is a freshly cooked medicinal soup, according to grandpa's prescription, with some additional ingredients, it is very nourishing, good for your condition, try it!" ”