People come on a snowy night, and the sound of the firewood door is lightly buttoned

The knot is around the fireplace, and the lights call the stars

"This son has long been suffering from extreme cold, and he has been traveling in this wind and snow for many days, which may not be cured. ”

The old man with a peaceful face and gray hair took the pulse of the handsome young Confucian man in white and said.

This legendary disease of extreme cold made the old man interested, as a doctor who regarded medicine as his life, the old man had a special attachment to incurable diseases.

The old man's words made the young man's calm face ripple slightly, and he habitually gently stirred his eyebrows.

The young man withdrew his slender hand, pulled his cuffs, stood up and straightened his clothes, and then bowed respectfully to the old man and said:

"Xiaosheng's surname is Cao, and his name is ginseng. I don't want to meet such a miracle doctor in this mountain and wild place, I have searched for famous doctors all over the world for this cold disease, and there are only three people who can see it, but no one can cure it. Please also tell the doctor how long he will live. ”

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment when he heard Cao Shenzhi's three words, and then the rivers and lakes returned to their normal kindness.

"Childe......... Alas, if the son is in a hurry to leave, it will not be more than half a month at most, and if he can stay and concentrate on healing, he will live for at least ten years. If it is cured, the old man has no cure for the time being, after all, this cold disease is only recorded in ancient books. ”

The old man endured the words on his lips and talked about his condition, and there were some things that should not be asked. Those who can know can know themselves, and those who don't know can ask more than enough.

Cao Shen's heart was as thin as silk, and he had already seen the slight change in the old man's demeanor in his eyes and put it in his heart.

"How can a person who has no roots return, the world is so big, it is difficult to stay. ”

Cao Shenzhi was a little lonely, dedicated to the country, but he was invincible to the emperor's mental skills. Although I had long thought that there would be such a result, it was still early, and some people didn't deserve to die so lonely.

The old man stood up and tidied up the coarse linen clothes, and bowed deeply as the man in white learned.

"Childe is righteous, I don't do it for the people of the world, I only pay tribute to my son for my own medicine Qianming, and respect Gongzi for the people of the world. The son has nowhere to return, so he can stay here to heal with peace of mind, and the old man is also very curious about this cold disease. ”

Cao Shenzhi frowned slightly, Yao Qianming, people who had searched all over the world but had not seen met here, fate and fate, it depended on fate.

Although he laughed at himself in his heart, he also accepted Yao Qianming's bow peacefully, he could bear this bow, he should accept it, and he should accept it.

Turning his head to look at Li Ling, who was standing like a spear on his left, he smiled slightly.

The cheeks were well-defined, and the young man who was very good-looking also smiled slightly, and then the two of them looked at Li Ling in his arms biting his little finger, the sleeping child, and smacking his lips from time to time, and the two smiled knowingly. The rest of his life after the catastrophe is unfortunate.

Cao Shenzhi silently calculated in his heart, some things have to take time to brew, the chess game has been decided, and it doesn't matter if he is a deacon. But since there is no endless road, then try to live, whether to be a mountain old man or a person who returns to the receipt will have to wait and see.

The north is cold and the south returns to the geese, like a tiger serving the forest.

A hundred years of imperial spirit, ups and downs Lingyun pine.

The rivers and lakes are also romantic, and the avenue is empty.

Everything in the world is accompanied by morning drums and evening bells.

"Tie Dan, the book that Uncle Wang brought from outside said that there were people outside who could ride a sword and fly, what was it called, it was written in that book last time I read it. ”

The young man's delicate and handsome face was full of yearning for the outside of the mountains.

The reason why he asked this was that no one told him the story of the rivers and lakes, otherwise how could he forget his ability to forget.

The combination of the wheat complexion and the delicate facial features makes the teenager look heroic, and the height of one section taller than his peers is obviously the result of long-term exercise. Although he is childish, he is already a good person.

Zhao Li, who was lying on the side of a wall and was slightly fat, said with a bitter face

"Chen Yi said that I am 16 years old, don't call me an iron egg, I will not be able to get a wife in the future. There is also a saying that it is called Immortal Sword, which is not called riding, and there is more soil. And it's all written in the book, my father said that they are all coaxing children, telling me to become a general in the future, ride a high-headed horse and be more majestic, and I can please several daughters-in-law. ”

Where have the people in the mountains seen the world of flowers outside, and the farthest is the small market in the town. I feel that being able to ride a tall horse and ask for a virtuous daughter-in-law with a husband and children is the greatest satisfaction. And some people have struggled for this all their lives, and in the end they are just lonely graves against Qingshan.

"As far as you please a few daughters-in-law, every time you see Wang Erya at the head of the village, she blushes like the butt of a hairy monkey on the mountain, ashamed. ”

Chen Yi rubbed his face with his index finger to show his shame, and two sweet dimples appeared on his face.

Chen Yi is very smart, since Zhao Li doesn't believe that someone can fly like an immortal with a sword, then change the topic and don't do indifferent disputes. But I can believe it myself, and I want to see the scenery in the future.

Speaking of the sore spot, Zhao Li's round face was suffocated like a monkey's buttocks. I was stunned for a long time before I said:

"Chen Yi, don't you go back with water, see if Uncle Li Ling doesn't slip your skin, and Master Cao will give you the Eight Sutras. ”

The triumphant young man sitting at the mouth of the well suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth when he heard this, it was obvious that he had won the small battle, but in the overall situation, he fell for Zhao Li's plan to delay the army and kill people with a knife.

Chen Yimali jumped off the well, picked up the bucket, and galloped towards the mouth of the alley, not forgetting to scold along the way.

Looking at Chen Yi, who was walking like flying and scolding, Zhao Li climbed his waist with a smile, and heard a sentence coldly

"Zhao Li, I told Uncle Cao that you scolded him for being the eighth king"

It is said that people are crazy and woe, and the little face that has been red for many years has been black again. It seems that the punishment of 3,000 words is indispensable, thinking of Cao Fuzi's gentle and elegant figure, Zhao Li suddenly felt a little cold.

Chen Yi ran wildly for a while, but the two buckets full of water on his shoulders did not leak, if ordinary people would have spilled it all over the ground.

Entering the alley and leaving the alley is already the edge of the village, a courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence that is higher than that of an adult comes into view, and there are three or four huts in the courtyard, surrounded by all kinds of herbs and vegetables that are usually eaten.

When he came to the door, Chen Yi put down the bucket, crawled on the crack of the door and looked inside, and saw Uncle Cao and Grandpa Yao playing chess, Uncle Li cooking in front of the stove, and the smoke was billowing out.

Straighten up, take a deep breath, and calm the sea of qi that was rushing all the way just now. Picked up the bucket again, deliberately put his feet down, pushed open the door, and walked leisurely with the water to the kitchen.

Secretly squinting at the two people who were playing chess, he saw that both of them would be happy about the chess game, and his heart was settled. It's a pity that I didn't see the middle-aged man in white smiling slightly, and everything was under control.

"Uncle Li, the water is coming"

"Oh"

"Is there a problem, uncle?"

"The rice is cooked"

"Oh, the rice is cooked, Grandpa Yao, Uncle Cao is cooking."

Then Chen Yi turned around and ran towards the door, suddenly feeling a chill behind him, a backflip, and dodging a burning stick. Before he could stand still, a blowtorch hit the crook of his foot, and a very standard dog eating was successfully displayed.

Spit out the mud in his mouth, wiped the ash on his face, and said a little deflated:

"Uncle, next time I tap it, my front teeth have just grown."

Li Ling had a normal handsome and rigid face, did not smile, and just said lightly:

"Last time you changed your teeth, it saved you the tooth extraction procedure"

looked at Uncle Li's face where others had lost a few taels of silver to him, Chen Yi couldn't tell his grievances, he was 16 years old and still changed his teeth. It seems that it is a matter of course that he was beaten.

I can't beat you I can't disgust you I can't disgust you Chen Yi suddenly had a ghost idea in his heart.

"Uncle Li, if you smile, the girls and widows in the village won't all go to the door of the school to watch Lao Cao. At least half of them are here to see you."

After hearing this, Lao Cao and Old Man Yao were both smiling, and their faces were even darker with a smile.

Cao Shenzhi also deliberately quipped: "Lao Li, if you don't smile, so that I will go to class tomorrow and there will be less blockage at the door, so that I don't dare to come out every time I enter the private school." ”

Li Ling is too lazy to pay attention to this white-faced and black-bellied Confucian Cao, anyway, people are dancing and writing and making black bellies, and if he is not good at words, he will not look for abuse, if he doesn't look sick, he will have to use his fists to talk to him.

Li Ling looked at Chen Yi, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to say that it is not easy to start with a sick child, you kid, I can't clean it up.

"Xiao Yi, just now your breath outside the door changed deep and distant, it seems that you have made great progress, come and let Uncle see"

Li Ling said coldly.

Chen Yi, who was still rubbing his feet and smiling, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then there was a wail in the courtyard.

"That's right, Xiao Yi, I finished copying the three articles of Confucianism and Taoism yesterday, and today I started copying the first of the twelve strategies of the Art of War, and I will have one strategy every day in the future, and I am thinking about what to copy for you after copying. ”

This didn't just get up from the ground, and the medicine given by the old man to remove stasis, Cao's peaceful voice in the black belly came to his ears again, his hand shook, and the medicine was sprinkled on the ground.

The chirping of insects in summer is a good cheering song for three people who lie on a wicker chair and enjoy a cool drink. And for a person who squats on a horse and can't hold a pen on the table to copy a book, it is particularly irritable.

"No, sooner or later I will be tortured to death by these two old devils, it seems that I have to find a chance to escape from the tiger's mouth"

In fact, where is this like this, it has been like this for more than ten years, but the child wants to see the so-called rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes that his parents have walked, and the rivers and lakes that his uncle has walked. But it's just a reason to prevaricate because of the reluctance to give up the warm little home and the family.

"Xiao Yi, this is the medicinal porridge cooked by grandpa, I have eaten it to refresh me. ”

In the middle of the night, the gray-haired old man Yao sent a bowl of fragrant porridge to Chen Yi, who was still working hard to write, which was already the norm.

More than ten years ago, there were four outsiders in Taoyuan Village, and a few years earlier it was an old man riding an ox cart with a bamboo lou on his back. Then came two young men and a child in their arms.

More than ten years have passed, and there are more miracle doctors in the village who can cure all diseases, one more master in white clothes who is elegant and full of wealth, one more strong man who uses his strength to reduce the tiger's heart and cold face, and one more mischievous and naughty demon king. These four people seem to have changed a lot of places in the village, but nothing seems to have changed.