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Running and tracking the small half mile road, Li Chongjiu's breath was a little panting, and the goat that was wounded by an arrow had already jumped away from nowhere. But the grass, between the trees, the blood dripping all the way, this gave him the best signpost. Walking quickly across a mountain stream, Li Chongjiu finally found his goal.

Under a tree, the goat, which had been hit by the arrow, lay on the ground, its limbs curled, its body rising and falling violently with its breathing, sticking out its tongue and shaking its short tail, while the blood on its neck was pouring out of its neck. Seeing the pain and struggle, Li Chongjiu stepped forward and closed the goat's eyes and bled to the throat. Unexpectedly, it was not easy to hit such a big prey for the first time hunting.

From Fang Cai's safari, Li Chongjiu also felt that his archery skills had improved. It seems that hunting is really an effective way to improve martial arts, no wonder the grassland tribes are using safari to practice the art of war.

Look down at this goat, good fellow! Li Chongjiu estimated that this goat was at least seventy or eighty catties, which could be described as a bumper harvest. But if you want to drag it back to the cottage, it will definitely cost you a lot of money all the way. So Li Chongjiu took out the short knife on his waist and killed the sheep on the spot for meat.

The short knife played the role of a butcher's knife, and Li Chongjiu first removed a few legs of mutton and then dismantled the meat from the bones. When I went to Inner Mongolia, I had eaten hand-grabbed mutton made by local herdsmen, so Li Chongjiu also knew a thing or two. This goat, fresh and fat, has a lot of meat to eat, except for the internal organs.

"Sheep are very beautiful (Note 1)," Li Chongjiu said to himself with a smile while cutting meat, "The ancients must have been hunting, just like me, harvesting delicious food, so they were happy, so they had the meaning of beautiful words." Li Chongjiu said as he plunged his head into it and deboned it with a knife.

At this moment, it is already late in the sky, and the sunset is shining. Between the mountains and forests, the old crows are croaking, and the young birds are blowing to return to their nests. Li Chongjiu took a short knife and showed a back on the hillside, slicing the flesh one by one while wiping the blood from the bottom of his hands.

It's a bloody action that's beautiful at the same time. It's the flow between life and death. Just like in that American blockbuster. The hunter slaughters the prey and says, "Your soul will be with God, and yours will become a part of us." But Li Chongjiu doesn't have so much nonsense.

After the goats were almost cleaned up, Li Chongjiu took out a straw bag to wrap the cut mutton, and the rest was covered with the peeled sheepskin, and then used a few vines to tie the hind legs of the two sheep, and then hung them on the back shoulders and began to return to the mountain. There are wolves in these 7,000 villages at night, and even tigers and leopards can occasionally be seen during the day. This is 1,300 years ago, Shanxi is still infested with fierce beasts, it seems that Li Guang did not kill the tigers back then, all of them. Therefore, Li Chongjiu refused to take the risk of staying any longer, leaving some remnants, and carried the prey straight up to the cottage.

When Mo Yoo was almost at night, the sky was already dark, and Li Chongjiu finally rushed back to the 7,000 villages at this step. The gate of the cottage was lit with two shields of dead wind. Although it was indistinguishable in the dark, there was a faint light in the lantern, and Li Chongjiu's eyes were bright, revealing the warmth of shining on the wanderer's return home.

It's like when you go home in the past, no matter how late it is, your parents will leave a room for you in the hall. After passing through the first line of heaven, in the open space in front of the cottage, Li Chongjiu saw a back figure pacing back and forth under the dim lamp. The other party's hair gradually turned gray, and his body was a little rickety.

"Aya (Daddy)!"

Li Chongjiu couldn't help but feel a burst of warmth, and this family affection involuntarily called out. And Li Hu, the big boss of the Seven Thousand Village, turned around when he heard the words, and saw the worry on Li Chongjiu's face, which turned into joy. Li Hu nodded to Li Chongjiu, and after being silent for a while, he didn't have the slightest reprimand, just said gently and calmly: "Remember to come back early in the future." Li Chongjiu knew that his father had been waiting here for a long time, and when he lowered his head, his heart was warm, and he said with a little guilt: "Yes, what Dad said is true." Li Hu shook his head with a smile, and returned to his residence with Li Chongjiu in a hanging basket.

As the cradle slowly rises. Li Hu glanced at the leg of mutton behind Li Chongjiu, and said with a smile: "What you hunted today?" ”

Li Chongjiu nodded and said, "Exactly, fresh mutton can just be used as soup and can go to the wind and cold and cough." ”

After Li Hu injured his lungs that time, he often coughed in the middle of the night in the past few years. Li Chongjiu called mutton, which was a heart of filial piety. Hearing this, Li Hu nodded, his sense of relief was even stronger, and he stopped talking.

That night, after returning to the cottage, Li Chongjiu first carried a leg of mutton to Uncle Zhang's house. Later, according to the rules of the cottage, Li Chongjiu went to the homes of those who were not young and strong at home, or who had made meritorious contributions to the cottage, but were disabled bandits, and gave them a piece of good meat. Along the way, the people of 7,000 villages were all smiling, feeling the generosity of the few masters, and giving back some bacon and bacon, mushrooms and mushrooms. Li Chongjiu is not good at refusing, so he will take them one by one at the moment. Li Chongjiu took a small part of mutton and another bunch of ingredients to Wang Mahan's house and asked Wang Mahan's Hun family to clean up. Li Chongjiu and Wang Mahan ate wine on broad beans and peanuts. After eating for a while, Wang Mahan, who has always been very drunk, was already drunk and fell into bed, and Li Chongjiu was slightly drunk. Wang Mahan's Hun family has brought out, a big pot of mutton soup, after Li Chongjiu took it, he left some bacon and bacon, and then went home.

But there was an uninvited guest at home. Li Chongjiu stood on the edge of the door and saw Li Hu sitting with a man holding a tiger support.

The tiger brace, also known as the string bell, is carried by the You Fang Lang, and it is a copper ring containing iron projectiles. When you Fang Lang practiced medicine in the four directions, he inserted the middle finger of the index finger into the center of the copper ring, and then shook it up and down, so that the people knew that there was a You Fang Lang Zhong arrived, and there were patients at home, and they could find this to see a doctor.

This man with a tiger support, don't think about it, Li Chongjiu knows that the other party is the third master in the cottage, Doctor Xue. Doctor Xue has a clear appearance, a plump posture, and three long beards on his face, just like a fairy among the gods. Of course, the good-looking Doctor Xue is not a Jin Yu outward, and it is said that he has obtained the true inheritance of a half-immortal doctor.

Who is this half-immortal doctor, but Divine Doctor Xue knows his surname Sun. Everyone in the world is so far-fetched, not only saying that the surname is Sun, but the medical skills of Doctor Xue are so superb, that half-immortal must be the medicine king Sun Simiao. But in fact, Li Hu knows his details, Doctor Xue is a family medical skill, and his medical skills are very high, but when his father once treated Mrs. County Shou, he unfortunately misdiagnosed and killed Mrs. County Shou. Therefore, Doctor Xue's family was taken down, and Doctor Xue's father was beaten with eighty boards, and he died. Although Dr. Xue had only reached adulthood and had not yet practiced medicine, he was also sentenced to exile in Lingnan.

Doctor Xue didn't want to die in Lingnan, so he escaped along the road and was taken in by Qiqianzhai. This stay is fifteen or sixteen years, and in Qiqianzhai, Doctor Xue also has a deep feeling, and he is even more grateful for Li Hu's life-saving grace. Because of his father's misdiagnosis, even if he had superb medical skills, he did not dare to say that it was a family heirloom, so he pretended that it was Sun Simiao's true biography to strengthen the trust of others. Of course, Doctor Xue himself is very good at medical skills and has saved the lives of many people in the cottage, so everyone also calls him Doctor Xue and Doctor Xue, but forgets his real name.

This time, Li Chongjiu was seriously injured and vomited blood in bed for Li Sanniang, of course, Doctor Xue You was outside, so it was too late to call back. But Li Hu took out a life-saving pill that Doctor Xue gave him at the beginning and gave it to Li Chongjiu, which saved Li Chongjiu's life.

Li Chongjiu stood aside, and saw that Doctor Xue was diagnosing Li Hu's pulse. I saw that his brows were furrowed, and he kept pinching the long beard on his chin.

After contemplating for a while, Doctor Xue let go of his hand and said: "Great master, your illness is that you hurt your lungs when you work with others, not to mention the broken work, and it is not good to recuperate over the years, so it has accumulated and is difficult to eradicate. The three life-saving pills I left you at the beginning are a palliative rather than a cure, and they can solve a momentary emergency. ”

Speaking of this, Divine Doctor Xue glanced at Li Chongjiu, who came in, and continued: "This pill is not easy to make, you need to adopt Liao Shen, a thousand-year-old thing, although it can live and live the bones, but its effect can also leave the three souls and seven spirits for a moment and a half." ”

"At the beginning, I was poor for three years, and I only made ten pills. The last three pills left in your hand are given to everyone, in case you have a life-saving pill to take when you have an illness. At present, the eldest brother gave Xiao Jiu all three pills to take, so when the illness occurs, you can only suffer on your own, and it will greatly shorten your lifespan. Li Hu also saw Li Chongjiu, and hurriedly said: "Doctor Xue, my body has not yet reached this point, in recent years, I have not fought with people, I am not close to women, and I am much better." ”

Doctor Xue couldn't help but shake his head, and said, "I can't do anything about your illness, except for my ...... who is a monk in the temple, I'm afraid I can...... Alas, I did my best. ”

Li Chongjiu heard it in his heart, and he already understood that he was seriously injured that time, in order to save his life.

Li Hu gave Li Chongjiu three pills that should have been taken by himself to prolong his life.

Li Chongjiu didn't say anything, he stepped forward to ask the two of them first, and said, "Dad, Doctor Xue." ”

Li Hu smiled and nodded, but Divine Doctor Xue snorted lightly and turned his head.

Seeing this, Li Hu hurriedly said: "Third brother, after a day of mountain road, let's not eat yet, let's eat mutton together." ”

Li Chongjiu went down and took two pairs of dishes and chopsticks, and put a large crockpot that Wang Ma Hanhun's family had burned for himself on the table and uncovered it. Suddenly, Codonopsis and ginger slices, mixed with the taste of mutton, floated out in all directions. Wang Mahan's Hun family is really a good cook, the soup noodles are parked with a layer of golden ointment, and the mutton is stewed fragrantly, but not rotten.

When he arrived, Doctor Xue couldn't help it, and forgot to give Li Chongjiu a face, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Codonopsis is returned to the spleen and lung meridians, and it replenishes the middle and nourishes the qi." Although it doesn't help your father's illness much, it is good to eat. ”

At that moment, Li Chongjiu gave Li Hu, and Doctor Xue served two bowls respectively. Doctor Xue was full of praise for eating, and after eating a bowl of mutton soup with the bottom of the bowl facing the sky, his face was slightly ruddy. And Li Hu is also very happy, the mutton is fragrant, mainly because Li Chongjiu is filial piety, so he is even more happy.

Li Chongjiu looked at Li Hu's face. Li Hu's condition, he only learned about it, and it has been deposited for several years. In addition to Doctor Xue, he also 'invited' many famous doctors from the neighborhood to go to the cottage for treatment, but they were helpless one by one. For Doctor Xue, Li Chongjiu also understands his anger, Doctor Xue has been traveling through Mobei all these years, and Liaodong is just to find Li Hu some medicinal materials that can complement the monarch and the minister to cure his stubborn disease. However, this matter has not been done, but it has given Li Chongjiu the first step to spoil and save his life.

Li Chongjiu immediately said: "Divine Doctor Xue, you just said that there is a person who is a monk in the Zhiyu Temple, maybe he can cure my father's stubborn illness?" Note 1: The word 'beauty' is interpreted as "the sheep is beautiful".

ps: Today the previous day was modified, and some details were adjusted, and those who have read the previous article can take a look if you are interested.

But in general, the plot remains the same, and it can be read smoothly.

The foreshadowing is about to end, and we are about to enter the first small of this book, so please be patient.

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