The warm breeze blows slowly and warmly on people's skin. The groggy Rong Chang hated gradually became conscious, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a clear blue sky, and the sound of the cuckoo of the mountain stream lingered in his ears for a long time. He looked around, on the shore of Bitan Lake, sparkling, and realized that he was on a flat boat.

The bamboo pole paddled forward, Rong Chang's hateful gaze moved to the red clothes, and the rower was Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang greeted him first and asked with a smile, "Are you awake?" ”

Rong Chang hated his jaw and gestured, "Where are we going?" ”

"You've been asleep for seven days, and you've got a good wound?" Yan Jiang's rowing action did not stop, and the flat boat went away in the wind, blowing her red dress swaying and fluttering. Lined with the scenery of mountains and rivers, the so-called Yi people are on the water side.

Obviously, she was right in front of her, but Rong Changhe felt that there was a chasm.

He moved his body and tried to get up with his hands to support him, but suddenly his limbs were weak, like thousands of poisonous insects, snakes and ants slowly wriggling, paralyzing every inch of his skin.

Before Rong Changhe could ask, Yan Jiang first comforted him softly, "Brother Changhe, you already have the wound of the phantom poison palm in your body, plus after you used a sword to force him in the village that day, I am worried that your body will not be able to carry it, are you willing to go to Cangqiu with this trip?" ”

"Cangqiu?"

Rong Chang hated to see that Yan Jiang's words were depressed, and his voice was soft and low, and he understood most of it, "How is my body, you can say it directly." ”

Yan Jiang knew that he couldn't hide it from him, and only after evading a glance did he answer, "Your five lungs and six organs have shown varying degrees of weakness, let alone looking for revenge, even if he catches up, you will only die." ”

Rong Chang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if there was thunder running through his entire body. He made a few shots, got up strongly, his head sank, his throat was hot, and he vomited a mouthful of blood and sprinkled it into the lake, rendering the blue waves like dyed cloth.

"Hate big brother for a long time, don't be angry again."

"Why is my five internal organs exhausted, and my martial arts are invalid?" Rong Chang hated to hold Yan Jiang's wrist unconsciously, clenched it and clenched it again, the hatred in his heart was all exposed in those eyes, and his eyes were so red that they were about to overflow blood.

Yan Jiang, known as the little spiritual doctor, is not called in vain, she thought about it a little, and said calmly, "I once saw a spiritual herb called "Red Herb" in the book of Qianjin Medicine. The whole plant of the red grass is vermilion, the grass is the medicine and its roots are the guide, and it has the effect of rejuvenation on the lungs and liver. I've heard that the hills are endowed with essence, and they are accustomed to strange flowers and plants, so I might as well try it. Even if there is no chance of winning, it is much better than running out of oil and waiting to die. ”

Rong Chang couldn't help but sigh to the sky, it could only be done like this, how could he refute it.

The three-day water trip is not far away, it is not long, Rong Changhe and Yan Jiang two people across the river and lake to reach Cangqiu, the mountains are steep, the peaks and mist are lingering, along the way, the scenery along the way is better than the poetry and painting of the literati. It happened that it was close to evening when I arrived, and the clouds on the horizon were connected with the water surface, dyeing the turquoise water in the river, dyeing the faces of the rafters, and the vivid half-river was half-river and half-red, making up a beautiful sunset river scene. The two drifted to an isolated island with the wooden boat, and Yan Jiang and Rong Chang abandoned the boat and landed on the shore.

The island monument is erected among the weeds, and it has been washed away by the years. Rong Chang hated to remove the weeds, and the three words "Huaxi Island" were seeing the light of day, how desolate and lonely they were before that.

Yan Jiang looked around and smiled and called out the name of the island, "Huaxi Island?" Although the name of the island is new, the fine taste is infinitely cool and short, but fortunately, the grass and trees on this isolated island are luxuriant, vibrant like spring, and the land of the hills, sure enough, the scenery is good. ”

"What good is the scenery, it is the real scenery to be able to grow red root, and it is the scenery that saves people." Rong Chang's hatred language was so bloodless that it was bloodless.

The strings outside the words seemed to be shooting indifferently with a bow. Yan Jiang knew that he was sorry and sad, so he interrupted the conversation and smiled, "Hua Xie, Hua Xie... I hate big brother for a long time, so why don't we answer the name of this island and stop here. ”

Chang Hate looked at the houses on the island, and also worried, "I don't know if this island owner is still there, we are rash and abrupt, and we are not familiar with the place, so it is better not to cause trouble when the time comes." ”

She sneered and replied, "Landing is home, we treat each other with courtesy, besides, how can there be a ruffian in this land." ”

Yan Jiang and Rong Changhe walked forward together, walked through the blueboard stone road, enjoyed the scenery along the way, and saw a two-story wooden pavilion for a long time, standing in this isolated island, which seemed to be hidden from the world.

Rong Chang hated to knock on the door, only to find that the door was unlocked, and he could enter directly as soon as he pushed it open.

"This place should have been uninhabited for a long time, let's go inside."

Sure enough, the pavilion had not been inhabited for many years, with dead leaves all over the ground, moss, and dust accumulating layer after layer, and spider silk crawling all over the carved beams and being blown down by the north wind. Fortunately, the pavilion building is quite tough, and Rong Chang hates to clean up and clean up, so he is so tired that he lies down to rest.

Yan Jiang didn't want to slack off for a moment, didn't disturb Rong Chang and slept sleepily, and got up early the next day to go to the mountains and forests alone to pick some harvests.

In the morning of Cangqiu, the mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the rising sun is relatively lazy. Yan Jiang walked a big mountain road, and the deeper he went, the more dense the fog became, often hitting the cold air suddenly. Cangqiu is really a genius, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, the grass and trees are beautiful, and there are not a few strange flowers and plants along the way. Yan Jiang was pleased, because the spirit grass was willing to hide in a paradise where no one had set foot in it.

It's just that he searched hard all the way, and he never saw the red grass mentioned in the ancient books, but Yan Jiang didn't want to be disappointed and discouraged. She knew that precious medicinal herbs were not found by hard labor, but by chance. However, it was not in vain, Yan Jiang couldn't hold the herbs he carried, so he used wicker to weave a straw basket and returned with a full load.

When he returned, Rong Changhe was still asleep, Yan Jiang crushed the herbs he found, made a fire to get water, and boiled the medicinal juice into a bitter soup.

After a while, Rong Chang hated to wake up and smell a burst of medicinal fragrance, and when he walked to look, he saw that the medicine jar on the stove was boiling, and the faint fragrance came from this.

Yan Jiang was sitting on the side and shaking a futon fan, the flames bloomed like her makeup, and there was some mud between her cheeks, which was another unique style. Rong Chang's hateful gaze was staring, and the lonely goose in the air complained and fell towards the sand dunes of the plain.

He suddenly remembered the words he dreamed in Ningjiazhuang that day: "If you are okay, I will no longer have regrets." Now that I think about it, I don't know where this dream came from, my heart trembled slightly, the corners of my mouth raised, and my face unconsciously became hot and red.

Rong Chang hated his eyes and moved quickly, and when he saw that Yan Jiang was about to turn around, he raised his feet and put his steps again, pretending to have just arrived.

Yan Jiang saw that Rong Changhe woke up, so he poured out the bowl of medicine from the medicine jar and handed it to Rong Changhe, "Wake up, drink this bowl of medicine on an empty stomach first." ”

Rong Chang hated that the medicine was fragrant, so it was not bitter, but before he took a sip, he frowned and spit out, "Why is it so bitter?" ”

Yan Jiang saw him spit it out, his temperament rose slightly, and he said angrily, "The more bitter this medicine is, the more it is right to drink, if you waste a drop, don't say that Hongyu has not been found, these medicines are also rare, wouldn't it be in vain for me to find medicine!" ”

Seeing Yan Jiang speak angrily for the first time, Rong Chang hated his mistake and hurriedly drank the remaining bitter medicine with his head up, and showed her the empty bowl.

Yan Jiang swept the emanation in his ears, turned his head and changed his attitude, and smiled, "That's it." ”

"What kind of medicine is this, why is it bitter when you smell it and drink it?"

Yan Jiang knew that Rong Chang hated that he was drug blind, and when she heard him ask this seriously, Yan Yan was just a wordless question to alleviate Fang Cai's blame and embarrassment, so she deliberately joked that Rong Chang hated and laughed, "Is it that what I give you to drink is poison?" The fragrance of this medicine is woody, and the woody fragrance is the most ventilating, and it is suitable for the five organs. In order to adjust the qi, add bitter ginseng and gentian grass to boil, these two flavors are already bitter, and the woody fragrance can best bring out the bitterness of these two flavors, and the bitterness you said comes from this. The last medicine should be color leaf ginger, only because color leaf ginger is not easy to survive in the cangqiu in this cold winter land, so it is replaced with evening primrose, although the effect is different, but it is also a good medicine. What's more, evening primrose is the rarest, it can be encountered but not sought, and the medicinal taste is also bitter, the bitterness of the bitterness, so it is bitter on the other side! As the saying goes, 'good medicine is bitter', don't you understand it? ”

A lot of bitterness came out of Yan Jiang's mouth, and Rong Chang hated only that he felt that he was really bitter in his belly. It was only because of a sentence that he said in passing, but Yan Jiang was so happy that he told the whole prescription, Rong Changhate didn't know the names of these medicines, and he didn't intend to listen carefully, but he blindly listened to Caiye Jiang, and asked her with a smile

"What is colored leaf ginger, it doesn't sound like a medicine name to me, but it is the name of the dish we eat in our lives."

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