Zhu Ding walked in the direction of the bonfire, and suddenly seemed to remember something, suddenly stopped, and said to the rhubarb who was fluttering on the grasshopper: "Rhubarb, let's be stupid, don't you dare to be like that dragon!" ”

"Wang. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Rhubarb screamed in the direction where the five-clawed golden dragon disappeared, and with a little fox that was more lively than it, he buried his head in a colorful butterfly not far away, and said in his heart How can he be like that ruffian, the beggars outside the town are much more fanny than it.

The dragon clan has always been responsible for the liaison work of several hermit's lands, and it is the only ancient race that is still walking in the world, and it will yearn for a week every hundred years, so they are also the most legendary clan, and the origin of the so-called true dragon son is just one of the stories.

The reason why the dragons are in charge of such a task is actually very simple, because they are the best at stealing, and they are the only existence among the ancient remnants that can survive on land and water.

But in this generation, the branch that lived in seclusion in Wudang Mountain had some changes, and even began to accept human beings, and the old turtle there was even praised as the Emperor of Zhenwu.

And that human being is naturally Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhu Ding thought of the five-clawed golden dragon full of ruffians, and then connected with the golden fat man's occasional mention of his master, and became more and more curious about this legendary figure in his heart.

As we walked forward, the closer the bonfire became, and the disgusting smell grew from ethereal to intense.

Nightshade, gray cabbage, bitter herbs, prunella vulgaris, nettle, ghost needle grass, mandala......

As Zhu Ding's footsteps moved forward, the unpleasant smell gradually became clear, and Zhu Ding was very familiar with the smell, but he really couldn't be sure what kind of effect these extremely common, intricate medicinal properties, and couldn't be put together in medicine or cooking, after being stewed in a pot.

A sturdy white-haired old man came out of the hut next to the soup pot, his gait was calm and powerful, and he seemed to be healthier than even those who were a dozen years younger than him, and he did not look at all sick and sick.

The old man hadn't noticed the approach of Zhu Ding in the distance, he came to the soup pot, took a wooden spoon and stirred it carefully in the pot, trembling the goatee and sniffing it gently, and then the old face wrinkled, and the goatee rose three feet high.

Then, he did something that made Zhu Ding's stomach in the distance twitch, and the old man didn't take a bowl to carry it, but directly picked up the small soup pot from the bonfire, and drank it while blowing with his beard, and drank the pot of soup with a disgusting smell without much effort!

Zhu Ding stopped, his stomach went up for a while, and then he retched.

The sound of his retching finally made the old man notice his existence, and then he was stunned for a long time, and then he threw down the pot in his hand and went into the hut with a red face, and with a "bang", the crooked door was closed tightly.

Zhu Ding lowered his head and looked at himself left and right, although his clothes became a little tattered because of the repeated battles, but he was quite neat, and he didn't look like a strongman with cut paths! Besides, he is only thirteen years old, and he looks thin and weak, why do you scare an old man with neat actions like this?

It was already dark, Zhu Ding sat next to the bonfire, reluctantly threw the bone stick with a mouthful of meat to Rhubarb, covered his round stomach and smiled gratefully at the old man who added firewood to the bonfire, and finally ate a decent meal these days.

The old man claimed to have a wide surname, but he didn't have any fame in the early years, and he was lonely and had nothing to rely on, so he could only enlighten children and write scripts in Mingzhou Mansion for a living.

However, Zhu Ding still heard from Old Man Fang's sighs, and it seemed that his words were not very popular.

"When I walked the rivers and lakes, I once followed a senior named Sun Buyi, and I learned medical skills for two years, and I didn't learn much about the ability to save soldiers and treat people, but on the way to medicinal food, I was called second in the rivers and lakes, and no one dared to call me first!

What did you see today...... Well, the pot of tonic you saw is the result of the old man's recent research, although it tastes bitter and swilly, it is ......

This...... The old man will go and go! ”

Zhu Ding couldn't help but laugh, watching the old man get into the grass, and after a while, he heard a burst of noise-this is the fourth time tonight, and the old guy's middle qi is still so sufficient!

Zhu Ding is really a little tired, these days the things that are pressing on his heart make him toss and turn and it is difficult to sleep, today I went to most of the time, and I had a full meal by this bonfire, and my body was unbearable fatigue and surged, this time I finally didn't wait for the old man to come back, and fell asleep.

There was nothing to say all night, at least Zhu Ding slept very well this night, but how many times the old man ran to Caokala, whether he fainted like that, he didn't know.

Early the next morning, Zhu Ding was awakened by the scorching heat of the sun, and his body was covered with a quilt that exuded a strange smell and could no longer see its original color, and the old man who was full of red light when he first saw him was preparing breakfast with a pale face.

After Zhu Ding asked the old man for some water to clean his face and rinse his mouth, he put the old man aside, took the wooden spoon, and continued to boil the rice porridge that was about to rot.

He looked left and right at the full medicine frame in front of the thatched hut, picked up a green leaf here, picked a yellow stalk, and when the pot of white porridge was rotten, the aroma of rice porridge mixed with an indescribable fragrance raged in the air.

Looking at Old Man Fang again, a piece of Lian Teng, which had turned white because of pulling for a night, turned red all of a sudden, like a vicious dog running for food, and rushed to the porridge pot!

Zhu Ding was stunned and watched the old man Fang not even blow it, so he picked up the porridge pot that was still turning over the flowers, and shook his head while sucking it, and said in his heart!

A large pot of porridge was drunk by the old man, his lips were blistered, and he was reluctant to let go, and his eyes looked at Zhu Ding even more sneeringly: "That...... Old man...... The old man tossed all night last night, it's really that, that hungry panicked, don't be weird, don't be weird......"

Zhu Ding smiled stiffly at the old man, picked up a small pot by the door, washed it with water, poured the last few grains of rice in the rice bag, and set up the stove again; From beginning to end, he never looked at the old man or said a word.

It's not that Zhu Ding is stingy, but he looks at the old man's shining eyes, and he is really afraid that this greedy old man will eat him too.

"Look at you all in a mess, and at a young age, are you separated from your family?"

When Zhu Ding heard this question, he couldn't help but be stunned, originally he thought that the old man should ask about his life experience last night, but he was not asked, so he felt that the old man would not ask again.

But I didn't expect it, but now I come to ask.

Fortunately, he had already made up nonsense, tried to pretend to be panicked, and said in a trembling voice: "My family was originally a wealthy family in Suzhou Prefecture, and before I was born, because of the will of Grandpa Hongwu, my family moved to the capital. This year, my father received news that my grandfather was seriously ill and wanted to see my mother before closing his eyes.

My father took my mother and me back to Suzhou from Nanjing, who knew that I met robbers on the way, my father and mother ......"

Zhu Ding took advantage of Old Man Fang's inattention, lowered his head, and wiped the dogwood powder that had been prepared a long time ago into his eyes, and in just a few breaths, the fake cry turned into real crying, what a miserable and miserable relative-the book has never said that the dogwood powder is so much spicier than garlic!

Seeing that breakfast was not eaten, his eyes were swollen into a pair of red lanterns, Old Man Fang didn't know what he remembered, his eyes were also gloomy, he actually put down the baby-like porridge pot, and came to Zhu Ding's approach, wanted to hug but did not hug, his hands drew a few circles in the air, and finally gently patted Zhu Ding's back, cocked his goatee, and said a little kindly: "Don't cry, baby, grandpa will take you to Suzhou to find your grandfather, ah." ”

Zhu Ding cried even more fiercely: "I don't even know my grandfather's surname." ”

In this era, it is not strange for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child from a wealthy family who is not famous to know what his mother's surname is.

"Then is there anyone else in your family in the capital?"

Zhu Dingqiang endured crying and pretended to choke up: "I, my father said, he, he is active in the household department, we, ......, we go back to our hometown this time, we don't have to go back to the capital......

I want my mom and dad......"

Old Man Fang let out a long sigh, and finally wrapped Zhu Ding in his arms with his right arm, and whispered some comforting words.

When Zhu Ding's crying became quieter, the old man seemed to have made up his mind, and said solemnly to Zhu Ding: "Hard-working child, if you don't dislike me for being a lonely old man, just be my grandson, smash the pot and sell iron, and grandpa will also let you have a good future." ”

Zhu Ding raised his head, tried his best to make a confused and overwhelmed expression, and stalemate for a long time before he nodded hesitantly.

Rhubarb, who was playing in the grass not far away, didn't feel the sadness of the owner, but saw the owner crying, tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, trying to think about what the reason was, so that the owner, who had never shed a few drops of tears since he was a child, cried so miserably.

"Squeak, squeak." The little fox, not knowing what was interesting, urged the rhubarb not far away, so that, after seeing the smug look in the corner of his master's eye, he shook his head and trotted all the way into the grass.

Old man Fang settled in Mingzhou, as he said, he made a living by being a man and writing some scripts on weekdays, because he was shy and good at medicinal food, so he would go into the mountains to collect medicine in his spare time.

Now, the medicine is also enough, and he accidentally picked up a big grandson, the most important thing is that this grandson has boiled a good medicine porridge, so he feels that the old man Fang, who has finally come to work, took Zhu Ding on the way back to the city the next day.

Mingzhou, on the other hand, will be renamed two years later, and this name has been extended to Ningbo, which has been one of the most important maritime trade ports since ancient times.

After Zhu Ding saw the somewhat dilapidated city wall of Mingzhou for the first time, he secretly planned that this city might become an important part of his first big move.

He's back on earth, he's got a longer life, he's got more time.

He looked at the sky, his eyes moved with the clouds, he saw the woman in black, he saw Xiao Liu'er, he saw the old grandmother.

He looked at the gates, he was going to start killing!