On rainy nights, dark clouds cover all the stars and the rain curtain watering the earth, and the rain in the mountains falls on the flowers and trees, forming a unique tune.

In the dilapidated mountain temple in the mountains, several carriages are parked in the corridor, the tiles of the corridor that have been in disrepair for a long time have long been damaged, and the raindrops are falling dripping, and more than a dozen people in the main temple of the mountain temple are sitting around the bonfire to roast the fire, there are scholars, there are maids holding babies, mothers, and servants who are responsible for driving cars and guards.

"I don't know how long this rain will take." The servant looked at the rain outside, worried about the mountain road tomorrow, and once it rained, the mountain road would become potholed and quite soft, and it would be difficult for the wheels to get out if they got stuck in.

Suddenly, the voice of the servant standing at the door stopped abruptly, and he found that there were two people living outside the temple, the adult was wearing a white robe, and the child was wearing a dark blue short, and he was carrying a heavy box in his hand.

"You're here to take shelter from the rain?" The servant asked aloud.

"Yes." The drenched young man replied.

"Then you wait a minute, I'll ask the master."

The light of the bonfire was already quite dim when it reached the doorway, and relying on this dim light, the servant gradually saw clearly that it was a handsome young man and a child.

Before the young man could speak, the children around the young man rushed to say: "My husband is Mr. Xue, who is known as the magic doctor in the rivers and lakes, and it is not easy for ordinary people to see him!" ”

The servant glanced at the old man who was cooking the fire in the temple in wonder, and saw that the old man heard the child's voice and walked out with great interest.

"You said you wouldn't give up a spot?." Before Mo Chuchen could speak, the child opened his mouth to ask again, and at the same time, a black object flew out of the child's hand and flew straight towards Mo Chuchen's façade.

"This place is not mine, so it doesn't matter if you let it go, it's just that you kid is too rude." Mo Chuchen raised his hand casually as he spoke, and in an instant, an extra cinnamon branch appeared between his fingers, which was thrown by the child.

Xue Qian was shocked by the actions of the scholar in front of him, he didn't expect that this scholar who looked weak still had martial arts, he was a little suspicious that the person in front of him was also a person from the rivers and lakes, but looking at the dress, there was not much feeling of a person from the rivers and lakes.

"Under Xue Qian, the child is rude and hopes for Mr. Haihan." Xue Qian arched his hand.

"In Xia Xuan, come in." Mo Chuchen didn't feel too embarrassed, he had already seen that this so-called divine doctor was also an unlucky guy who was targeted by the wild system, if Xue Qian continued to indulge in wind and lightness, his luck would eventually be eaten clean by the wild system.

Thinking about it, Mo Chuchen's eyes were filled with imperceptible sympathy.

Xue Qian took the child to the mountain temple, and at this moment he found that there were many people in this temple, and one of the babies was also eye-catching.

"That's a dog, Xia Ling." Mo Chuchen saw that Xue Qian had been looking at the little child, and immediately added: "His mother Feng Qingling has been divorced by me." ”

Listening to Mo Chuchen's explanation, Xue Qian always felt that something was wrong, and he frowned and said, "...... It's better not to tell anyone else, but his mother's name is similar to mine. This name, Xue Qian can never forget, at a glance that day, he has already sunk half of his heart into it, but unfortunately, the woman has no intention of herself.

Mo Chuchen did not comment on Xue Qian's behavior of missing his ex-wife in person, he quietly shifted the topic from the wind to the landscape calligraphy and painting, the divine doctor also loves these in the end, and it is not a problem to talk about landscape poetry at all.

"Brother Xia is going to the scientific expedition this time? I'm afraid it's a little troublesome with a baby," Xue Qian asked, and after a short exchange, he began to wonder what was going on with Mo Chuchen's family.

"Brother Xue is too worried, and he plans to live in a house in the capital first, and the matter of scientific research is not in a hurry." Mo Chuchen and Yan Yuese's explanation.

"I see Xia Ling's physical weakness, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, but there is a technique and recipe for strengthening the body, Brother Xia can try it when he is five or six years old." Xue Qian generously gave Mo Chuchen a prescription and a simple Jianghu exercise.

"Then I'll thank Brother Xue ......." Mo Chuchen unceremoniously accepted the things.

Early the next morning, Mo Chuchen's convoy packed up and left, and before leaving, Mo Chuchen deliberately threw a portrait of the wind in the pile of stones.

He thought that if this miracle doctor wanted to have a face, he should not continue to be entangled with the wind and lightness, and if he had been poisoned deeply, then this painting would be left for him as a souvenir.

After the convoy left, Xue Qian's eyelids twitched slightly, and he opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the picture scroll in the corner of the stone pile.

"What did he mean by keeping this?" Xue Qian walked over slowly and picked up the scroll.

As a martial arts person, Xue Qian's martial arts are not low, as early as the servant of the convoy, the moment he woke up, he had already woken up, but at that time the sky was slightly bright, and he lay on the ground and closed his eyes and had no intention of getting up.

Every move of this teacher and student, even if he doesn't open his eyes, he can sense what is going on.

The material of the scroll is an excellent paper, Xue Qian's fingertips stroked the scroll slightly, he slowly opened the scroll, and then his eyes widened slightly.

The person on this picture scroll was clearly the woman in yellow he had met before, and the woman looked quite young and had extremely high martial arts.

I never thought that such a gorgeous woman was actually the ex-wife of a scholar.

A sense of absurdity arose in Xue Qian's heart.

Mo Chuchen didn't know how this scroll hit Xue Qian, because after leaving the mountain temple, in the mountains at noon, a group of bandits blocked the way of the convoy, and by the way, they also rolled stones down the small slope to block the way back.

"Master, these don't seem to be ordinary bandits!" The coachman was so frightened by the approaching bandits that he stumbled to speak.

"I can see it." Mo Chuchen sighed, he didn't know what kind of luck he had, the bandits along the way were not ordinary.

They are the people of "Aoba Villa", this Aoba Villa is on the nearby mountain, it is a Jianghu sect, and they usually like to rob the wind and light spirit after the appearance directly captured the heart of the owner, and later, this notorious mountain villa became a pawn of the wind and lightness.

In the original script without the wind and lightness, this mountain villa is getting bigger and bigger, and because it is too powerful in the later stage, it has been merged into the imperial court from the existence of everyone shouting and fighting.

No matter which ending it is, Mo Chuchen doesn't like it very much.

"Master, what should I do?" The coachman suppressed the tension and asked.

"This kind of thing, of course, was sent to the government in one fell swoop." Mo Chuchen didn't have any nervousness in his eyes, but just summed up in a low voice.

Coachman: ......, when did the master still think about the government!!!。