The town of Qingshui got its name from the Qingshui River, a river that surrounds the town. There are many rivers and lakes in the town, pedestrians on the road, and boats on the roadside, which is a veritable water town.

Qingshui Town at noon, bathed in the warm sunshine of spring, is peaceful and calm.

The sound of women pounding clothes and laughing by the river in the morning has faded, and there is no sound of hawkers shouting and shouting, and the whole house is as quiet as if you have fallen asleep, and the charm reveals the precipitated antiquity and vicissitudes.

The willow branches stretched into the river, stirring up a circle of ripples, spreading out, and the surface of the river was like a piece of turquoise wrinkled jade, reflecting the houses with white walls and black tiles, swaying gently, shattering the shadow of the green wattle floating up at the bottom of the river.

Mu Dianke was three or four years old when he was taken by Jin Zhenyue to tour the mountains and rivers. Over the years, from south to north, from north to south, mountains and rivers have been walked, and it can be said that all kinds of scenery have been seen.

But I have never seen any place, so moving, even the wind on the face is sweet.

There has never been a place that stirs people's hearts like this, sweet and sweet, and astringent.

Walk through the streets and alleys paved with blue bricks.

There were more and more pedestrians on the streets. A merchant with a burden came to meet him, his eloquence was very good, he picked some auspicious and pleasing words, and asked the son if he wanted to buy some jewelry for the lady?

A fairy-like lady should hurt well.

Chang Qianfo looked at the things of the burden, hairpin rings, sachet cloth bags, everything is complete, the appearance is also novel, but the workmanship and material are poor, not a precious thing, so he smiled and did not answer.

The merchant looked at Mu Dianke.

Mu Dianke was quite impressed by the merchant's courteous attitude but was disrespectful, and with a red face, he randomly picked a double-strand silver twisted bracelet with irises from the top of the shelf. Chang Qianfo paid the money, and the merchant happily carried the burden.

Chang Qianfo took the bracelet from Mu Dianke's hand, and saw that the fineness of the silver was not very good, the threads were crooked, and the carving was not very fine, and said with a smile: "You save me like this, then the mountains of silver in my house will really take several lifetimes to spend." ”

Mu Dianke made his face redder and redder. She just saw that the bitter cauliflower was funny, and when she asked casually that day, he remembered it so much, and he used it to ridicule her.

Slightly annoyed, the words slipped out of his mouth: "It seems that someone wants to get your family's money." ”

Chang Qianfo had something to say to her: "Then what are you trying to do?" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his head, and a handsome face enlarged in front of him, with a smile in his eyes and a burning look in his eyes.

Mu Dianke's face burned, glared at Chang Qianfo fiercely, snatched the silver bracelet from his hand, and said, "Give it to me!" If you send it to me, it's mine, what are you going to do with it? ”

He put the silver bracelet on his hand, shook the frost and snow-covered wrist, and shook the silver bracelet so that it couldn't stop shaking, folding the sun's rays, and shining brightly.

said, "I just think it's good-looking." ”

After saying that, he left with a snort.

Chang Qianfo couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his lips, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Mu Dian walking forward angrily, taking three steps and taking three steps, and not looking back.

Take three steps and two steps to catch up, holding her hand from behind.

Mu Dian can be thrown away with negative anger, and he is also called Chang Qianfo to catch it. How can the woman's strength be compared to that of the man, twisted twice, and then obediently compromised.

He held a soft wattle in his hand, kneading and kneading, kneading and holding on to the soft dough.

Mu Dian Ke squinted at Chang Qianfo from the corner of his eyes, and saw that his eyes were bright and clear, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, looking like he was about to go to heaven.

I wasn't angry, but now it's even funnier.

His heart was as soft as spring water, and he quietly lowered his head, his long hair fell down on his cheeks, and the corners of his lips were quietly curled in the shade that he couldn't see.

There is a short boat moored on the river, and the river foreman wears a hat and stands on the bow of the boat, holding the long artemisia in his hand to clean the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river.

Under the warm sun, the riverman's exposed arm was covered with a layer of oily beads of sweat, he reached out and wiped his face, bent down to pick up the water bladder from the bow of the boat, gulped and drank, and then stuffed the cork and put it back in its place. His fingers touched the plank, and he poked down an inch to find the sword hidden in the mezzanine.

The sword is unsheathed, and the dignified one shines out of the waves.

The riverman stepped on the plank of the boat and flew up, like a swallow speeding across the water, towards the two seemingly unaware people on the shore.

Suddenly a strong wind arose on the flat ground, like wrath.

The long knife comes with the wind.

Hegong's face changed greatly, and he was completely murderous in an instant, and he didn't stop, but turned around and fled. In a hurry, he held his sword horizontally at his side.

"Boom!"

The sword was folded into several sections.

The black iron knife was indomitable, with an absolutely crushing momentum, slashing downward, first breaking a palm, and then, blocking the waist.

"Knock", "knock" twice, the originally calm river splashed several feet high blood-red waves.

Those who had stayed near the river heard the noise and poked their heads out to look, and the river had returned to calm.

There were only ripples that spread out in circles, and the blue color had a deep rust red tinge.

Liangqing put away the knife, wiped the blood of the blade with an expressionless face, and returned the knife into the sheath.

Changjiabao is the world's first medical fort, hanging pots to help the world, saving countless people.

Changjiapu has opened Childcare Homes all over the country, taking in thousands of homeless orphans.

The major pharmacies in Changjiabao give free medicines every year to relieve the poor and weak, and set up classes to teach the common sense of epidemic prevention and disease prevention.

In the eyes of the world, Changjiabao is the embodiment of charity and a living temple for relieving suffering. But Changjiabao itself never thought so.

On the first day of Chang Qianfo's pure hands and incense into the medical Tao, Chang Jihai taught him that if you want to hold the needle in your hand, your other hand must always be ready to clench into a fist.

Only in this way can you save yourself when the enemy attacks, and you can use your hand as a healer to help more people.

Changjiabao has always been cruel and ruthless to those who dare to invade.

Behind a slightly opened hanging window near the river, there was a middle-aged man with a shrunken neck and a belly, with wrinkled scars on his face, large and small pits, which should be the traces left by the sores.

Looking at this disgusting ugly appearance, no one would have thought that this person was Yu Lianxiu, the "Jade Langjun" who was beautiful in the five mountains back then.

"Liangqing's sword technique has reached the point where it can no longer be advanced!"

Yu Lianxiu, who is alias Pei Lian, sighed.

Behind him sat a middle-aged man cooking tea, about forty or fifty years old, with dark and rough skin, and quite old. Broad shoulders and thick back, with a square face, revealing the calmness of long-term training.

It is Mu Cangping's think tank, Tan Zhou, who is known as "Longshang Zhuge ".

Tan Zhou lowered his head and poured tea, and said slowly: "You said so ten years ago. ”

Yu Lianxiu sighed with emotion: "Indeed! Ten years ago, I felt that Liangqing's knife skills had reached the extreme, and there was no possibility of progressing an inch, but he improved again.

Over the years, you and I have been bound by mundane things, and the years have been wasted, but the old people are moving forward. I don't know how far Yumin's knife skills have become? ”

Tan Zhou pushed the full teacup in front of Pei Lian, and said disapprerovantly: "Why be nervous? Mu Si has not yet entered the door of Changjiabao. ”

He held the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and said, "She can't enter the door of Changjiabao either!" ”