Qiu Jing who woke up from the memory, looking at the village not far ahead with backwater-like eyes, occasionally a few wisps of cooking smoke floating up to the sky, looking at the endless mountains behind her, and the small stream in front of her, this little girl lived in a really good place!

The revenge has been avenged, he doesn't even know what to do, and he has completely lost his direction in life.

The little girl did happen to save him at this time, so that he was not devoured by wild beasts, and let him not deserve to die, is this really God's will?

Maybe God just let him stay here to repay his kindness.

There are mountains and rivers here, and it is indeed a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Little Seven: ...... hehe

Walking to the shore, Qiu Jing just stood straight under the sun, and the clothes on his body couldn't go to the village in front of him so embarrassed.

It's the hottest time of the day at noon, and despite the previous rainstorm, the sun is always after the storm, and the sun is scorching hot, quickly collecting the moisture of the earth.

He could only use such a stupid method, if he had not been seriously injured in the past, he could use internal force to evaporate dry.

After more than an hour of exposure, most of his body was already dry, and he could feel that he was extremely weak.

He was already seriously injured, and after this hour of exposure, he could still stand upright without falling, and he felt strange to himself.

Putting the things on the ground back into his clothes, he looked straight at the village in front of him with cold eyes.

With the sword in his hand behind him, Qiu Jing walked forward with firm but vain steps.

Less leaning, Qiu Jing walked out of the forest and came to the nearest house near the woods to stand still, at this time he was very weak, he could no longer walk, and needed to rest.

"Buckle ......" He heard footsteps from far to near inside the door.

"Who?" As the footsteps came to the gate and stood still, it sounded like the voice of a slightly older man.

"Hello uncle, I'm passing by, can I ask for a bowl of water like your house and take a break?"

Lu Zhongye, the village head, heard the voice of a young man, but Qingyun Village was in a remote area, and there were basically few outsiders coming, and Lu Zhongye had a strange face.

"Who are you? How did you get to the back of my Qingyun Village. Lu Zhongye asked cautiously.

These words made Qiu Jing easily hear the vigilance in this person's mouth, but he could understand it, after all, if he was really passing by, he should also go to the village.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm not a bad person......" Qiu Jing's voice became lower and lower, his body began to be a little dizzy, and his eyes gradually turned black, and finally he still didn't hold on and fell down.

Lu Zhongye inside the door heard a bang, and then there was silence outside the door.

What's wrong? Something can't be wrong, right?

I was worried that Lu Zhongye finally opened the door.

When he received the fruit, he saw a slender man lying at the door, dressed in black, with outstanding facial features.

Lu Zhongye was shocked, and hurriedly shouted Qinghai to the door, and when he heard his father's hurried shout, the eldest son Lu Qinghai ran out quickly.

"Help me carry this kid in, he's fainting."

The two carried Qiu Jing to the eldest grandson's bedroom together.

"Daddy! He seemed to have a fever, as if he still had wounds on his body. Lu Qinghai put down the hand that was touching the man's head, and his eyes looked at the torn place on the man's clothes.

Lu Zhongye looked at the young man in front of him who was just bundling his hair, and there were many wounds on his body that could be clearly seen to be wounded by the sword.

This kid is not very old, how can he have so many sword wounds on his body, and Lu Zhongye's expression was a little dignified according to the wound.

As for why he was able to recognize that it was the sword's wound? Thanks to his old man, he still has a knife in his bedroom.

With a somewhat complicated expression, he put his hand on the man's head, it was very hot, and it was really a fever.

"Qinghai, you go to the west of the village to turn Dr. Shen around, and say that there is a patient at home."

Qinghai nodded hurriedly and walked quickly out the door.

Lu Zhongye then walked out quickly, fetched a basin of cold water from the well, took a face towel and hurriedly walked to the room where he beat his grandson.

"Brother Ye, what's wrong? Hurry, who was knocking on the door just now? What are you doing with a basin of water? It was Lu Zhongye's wife Cai Shi who spoke, she pointed to the basin in Lu Zhongye's hand with her finger, and asked puzzledly.

"Hua, it's not a big deal, it's just a young man who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, he didn't come to our door out of nowhere, and fainted at the door, and now he has a fever, I'm going to help him cool down."

As soon as Cai heard that he understood what was going on, he fainted, and he really couldn't see death without help.

Glancing at the rough Xianggong, Cai pursed his lips and finally said, "I'll go with you, I'll get it, who can you take care of roughly?" ”

While talking, the two walked into the eldest grandson's room.

"This kid has a bad burn, did you go to the doctor?" Cai touched the young man's forehead and said to his father-in-law, and then spread the wrung out face towel on the man's forehead.

Lu Middle School: "Qinghai has gone. ”

"That's good, you can't hold it down if you don't take medicine if you burn so badly." Cai Shi changed another piece, and the towel was hot in a moment.

At this time, Xiao Qi, who was eating at home, didn't know that the young man she saved was already at her uncle's house at this time.

Because I came back late, I was counted by my mother when I got home.

The whole family was waiting for her, and later saw that she didn't come back, and the food was almost cold, so Grandpa asked Wei to keep it for Xiao Qi, and they started to eat.

And the heavy rain before, as she thought, grandpa and brother came back from the field without getting wet, she said that grandpa is so experienced, he will definitely find a good place in advance.

"Mother, I'm eating! Can you wait for me to have a good meal? If you start talking about me again, I'm almost indigestion. Xiao Qi stopped chewing in his mouth, took out a free hand to shake his mother's hand, and sprinkled Jiao.

"You! Okay, if you don't say you eat, don't look back, you will blame your mother for indigestion. Wei coquettishly nodded his daughter's head with his hand, and his eyes were full of a look of helplessness for his daughter.

"Mother is so nice!" Xiao Qi smiled flatteringly, and began to use the rice in his hand, just the green vegetables fried by the sister-in-law with meat residues, the one eaten is called a fragrant.

Of course, I haven't forgotten to prepare a copy for Liya, but Liya is also very economical, only eat one meal a day, and I don't need to feed it for a day after eating this one.

"Mother, I'm full, my sister-in-law's cooking is so delicious." Then he put the chopsticks in his hand on the bowl.

"I shouldn't have left you food, I'll be hungry next time, and you'll have a long memory by then, and see if you'll come back so late?" Wei Shi put away the dishes and chopsticks, but he still couldn't hold back in his mouth, and said again.

Xiao Qi smiled slyly, stood up and helped her mother collect it together, "Don't worry, mother, next time if I run far away, I will bring my own dry food, so that my mother doesn't have to worry about me being hungry." ”

"I'm not worried about you, what do I have to worry about with the strength of your punch to kill a beast? Hey, put it down, put it down, you break the bowl again. Saying that, Wei slapped away his daughter's hand holding the plate?

Xiao Qi pouted, she was about to start the rhythm of being disgusted by her mother.

"Don't tell my mother, I'll go practice calligraphy." Xiao Qi grimaced at his mother and ran out of the dining room with a smile.

After passing by grandpa's room, I went in to enhance the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, and made grandpa happy, so I returned to my father's study from grandpa's room.

Every time she goes to the study, no matter how excited or unhappy she is, her mood can always calm down quickly.

Take out a piece of rice paper, lay it flat on the desk and press it with a paperweight, take out the ink strip and grind it carefully on an inkstone with a little water.

Grinding is very important, and the quality of the calligraphy also depends on the intensity of the ink grinding.

If it is too light, the written words will be fluttering, without bone strength and no flesh.

If it is too thick, the ink of the written words cannot be printed and dyed, and the pen is not smooth, and the ink will be broken.

Looking at the ink in the inkstone carefully, yes, the grinding is not light or thick, and Xiao Qi smiled with satisfaction.

She took out the brush she used so often, dipped it in ink, and calmed down to pick up the pen and silently began the Analects.

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