Drunk and lying in the cool shade and clear bones, the dream of the stone bed is difficult to come true.

The bright spring light sifted through the mottled bamboo leaves, and the sound of the wind and the bubbling spring chorded. He Yan smelled the faint medicinal fragrance, felt a layer of delicate and soft things on her eyelids, and slowly sobered up. As far as the ears could see, the leaves splashed with water, and there was a murmur of silence.

A cluster of mottled ink bamboo, a floor-to-ceiling openwork curtain, a few touches of lake green, a piano, a water, and a veil. The dragonfly points to the water, and the window is bright and clean. The dark fragrance is sparse and there is no one, although there is no plum blossom, you can also play the flute until dawn.

...... There were also a few footsteps.

The footsteps were not slow, but they were getting closer, closer and closer...... In the middle of the night, the futon sank down a bit, and someone sat on the edge of the couch.

He Yu felt two fingers on her wrists, and faintly smelled the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves.

After a while, the man put her wrist back under the futon, "Are you awake?"

The voice was as clear as a stream of jade, and when he opened his eyes, it was a blur and a white shadow.

"Close your eyes. A cool hand applied to her eyelids, "Your eyes are so badly injured that you can't open them." ”

He Yan had never experienced such an embarrassing situation in her life, and she wanted to speak, but found that her voice was hoarse. The memory was clear little by little, and she remembered that she went to the Mage Tower to investigate the case of the missing girl, and then caused a huge explosion due to the mistake of the ghost mother of Xuangu, and she was also seriously injured in this catastrophe.

The man saw her thoughtful look, and said, "The old man calls himself 'Zhuhua Jushi', and has been living in the bamboo forest of Kailiu Mountain for three hundred years. The day before yesterday, you fainted in the bamboo forest covered in blood, and your breath was dying, and the old decay brought you back. Fortunately, the old man has mastered the art of medicine and finally saved your life. ”

He Yan heard the cause and effect, and forcibly endured the burning in her throat, "The remnants of the body...... I was rescued by my predecessors, but I couldn't help it. ”

The old man gently helped her up and removed a few silver needles from her shoulders for her, "When the old man and you put the needle, the 'Guan Chong acupoint' on the outside of your ring finger, the 'Qing Lengyuan' on the bend of your arm two inches, and the 'Silk Bamboo Empty' in the back of your eyebrows did not have any counter-signs after the needle, which shows that you are deeply injured and greatly confusing." Those who are sick outside can only do their best to heal your appearance, and I hope you can relax your mind before you can recover as soon as possible. ”

He Yu had learned some medical skills in the past, and understood the benefits and disadvantages of the three acupuncture points of the old man. Guan Chong acupoint, Qing Leng Yuan, silk bamboo empty, these acupoints all belong to the 'Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra', the three cokes are divided into upper coke, middle coke, and lower coke, which is one of the six internal organs of the five internal organs, and it is said to be mysterious and mysterious in the medical book, and it is elusive. The old man said that there was no response from the three acupuncture points, and the situation was quite serious.

He Yanran said: "The life-saving grace of the predecessors cannot be repaid in the future. ...... It's just that these eyes are gone, and I'm afraid I'm going to be a waste person in the future. ”

The old man Zhuhua said: "The old man saw that your eyes were red and swollen with black silk, and the eye sockets were inverted, which was very poisoned. I also saw that the auricular muscles were rotten, but they did not look like ordinary poisons. Pity you for being so miserable at your age. ”

He Yu said: "Senior, under the name He Yu, is an apprentice of His Royal Highness the Prince of Shangqing. This time I came for a big case, and I didn't want to be careless, lose my sense of proportion, and I was seriously injured. ”

The old man sighed angrily: "Grace is born of harm, and harm is born of grace." Thinking that the ghost mother experienced some accidents, she was harming others and herself after all. He added: "The girl is young, but her cultivation is not shallow. is old and mediocre, and it is not in vain that he can still meet a character like a girl. ”

At that moment, he took out seven golden needles, and through his clothes, he stabbed them on the seven acupoints on the shoulders of Heyu, the 'canopy' on his chest, and the 'rulers' in his elbows.

Although He Yan couldn't see it, he vaguely felt that this Zhuhua monk was not very old. I want to come to this secluded bamboo forest feng shui to raise people, the old man has lived here for a long time, and his self-energy spirit is strong and his backbone lasts forever.

The bamboo forest was originally a holy place for closing the mind and nourishing qi, and in the following days, the Zhuhua monks were moxibustion decoction for Hefei every day, plus many novel therapies he created, nourishing qi and closing the mind, collecting yin and replenishing yang, and the injuries on Heyu's body were also like a day. At the beginning of the three days, she was able to stay and move around, although her eyes were still hazy, but she was able to do the small tasks of warming bamboo leaf tea and dialing a bunch of bamboo shoots.

The spotted bamboo forest is quiet and pleasant, the bamboo leaves on the head are dense, and the feet are covered with a thick layer of dead leaves. In the daytime, the sun is sifted into dots through the bamboo leaves, and the cool spring in the distance winds under the feet, the birds chirp, and the wind is thin.

It's just that she is thinking about the rights and wrongs of Shangqing, and the routine order at the bottom of the spiritual confession acupoint, she has a heavy burden on her, and she should travel away as soon as her injuries are healed. If you can really let go of everything, you will be home from all over the world in the future, live in seclusion in the bamboo forest, make wine with pine flowers, and sencha in spring water, and it will really be a leisurely life.

After another two days, He Yu suddenly heard the sound of the piano coming through the forest. The rhyme of the piano is like a rain coming, the black swallow is flying, the danger is like a disaster, and the weight is light. He Yan had never heard such beautiful music, and she couldn't help but be fascinated for a while.

When the piano gradually disappeared, it quietly swirled a low and thin flute sound, rising and climbing, gradually approaching and gradually ringing, just like the flute people blowing freely, slowly approaching, high and low, light and faint, low to the extreme, and suddenly hovering in the desperate place. Noisy and cut, one after another, the pearl and jade jumped, and the complex sound gradually closed. The top note is like a jade rock splashing spring, and then the Kunshan jade is broken, a hundred birds are facing the phoenix, the alto is in the middle of the warbler's language, the hibiscus is crying dew, the tail note is placed on the side of the sinking boat, in front of the sick tree, gradually the stars last night, things change and the stars move, but the sound of the wind is Xiao Xiao, the water is cold to the bone, the torrential rain is coming, and it is hidden from time to time, and finally the land is quiet, and it is simple.

The sound of the flute paused for a long time, and then he woke up like a dream. Follow the layers of bamboos to find, the sound of the water is murmuring like a ring, under the green trees, the green vines are covered, and there is a man in the middle of a cover.

He Yan suddenly: "Senior!"

The other party was slightly surprised, and only said after a while: "Why did you come out?"

He Yan walked over a few steps, "The qin flute of the predecessors is a masterpiece, although I don't know the way of music, I am also attracted by the music of the predecessors." ”

Zhuhua Jushi said: "Where is it good, Qin Gu Xiao is alone." For many years, only the old man lives alone in the mountains, and he is just entertaining himself in the redundancy, and he doesn't want to be praised by the girl like this. ”

He said: "The song of the predecessors is very moving. In his fate, he brought disasters and experienced a lot of suffering, and the people around him left one by one and came back one by one. Hearing the sound of the predecessors' flute, it is even more expansive, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, which makes it suddenly open up a lot. ”

Zhuhua Jushi said: "The piano is open-minded, but the people of the world disturb themselves." He sat down in front of the piano again and said, "The sound of my flute has fallen sharply, and now you have recovered from your serious injury, so it is not appropriate to listen to it." Why don't you stroke another song for Your Excellency, and talk about this Yaxing, how about it?"

He agreed and sat on the rock by the water's edge and listened. But the water is cool, the ears and eyes are empty, and it is extremely refreshing. The sound of the piano is concave and convex, layered on top of each other, like waves pushing onto the sandy shore, and like the starry sky flowing quietly and slowly, with a little less fierce atmosphere, it is the song "Drunkard".