He walked through the wilderness, through the grasslands, through the rolling mountains, through the desolate hills, day after day, but he did not succeed in getting to the place he wanted to go, because along the way, he met a practitioner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This cultivator raped a girl in the wilderness at that time, that girl was an ordinary person, and she was very good-looking, perhaps because of this, the cultivator had a bad idea in his heart, and he took her captive to a mountain forest to ask the overlord to bow hard, the girl was also very hard, and she didn't relax with her legs red like jujubes, and no amount of slaps could break her chastity, gritting her teeth and waiting for the immortal in front of her, scolding the word thief and immortal, and then being beaten until her cheeks were swollen.

It happened that the man was passing by, and although he looked like a powerless Confucian scholar, he was. Over the years, he has seen that cultivators have bullied mortals, and it is even more common to kill people at will, and the government dares to be angry and dare not speak, so he has to ignore people's lives, but he didn't know what was wrong at that time, at that moment he almost went up to disturb people's good things without fear of death, and smashed the cultivator's head with a sage book that he cherished very much on weekdays.

Of course, the disturbed cultivator was furious, the girl's desperate resistance made him feel annoyed, and he was almost ready to kill the corpse, who knew that there were still ant-like things that dared to stir up trouble, so he not only wanted to rape the girl, he also wanted to kill this mortal who didn't know whether to live or die, and in a few arrow steps, he would take his life.

The man began to flee as a matter of course, he didn't run fast, and was almost caught by the angry monk, who knew that at this time, an arrow shot out from the forest like cold lightning, stopped in front of the monk, a group of people with weapons rushed out of the forest, surrounded and killed, and killed the monk alive!

On the way, the man met many cultivators, and those cultivators had no immortal energy, did many evils, vented their desires, and ...... Unmatched, he never imagined that there would be a mortal who could kill such an immortal, which surprised him.

The group of people who saved the man is a group of robbers in this mountainous area, but this group of robbers is not pure evildoers, they rob the rich and help the poor on weekdays, often do some good deeds, and often do some things for mortals and cultivators.

After the robbers sent the raped girl home, the man asked the thieves if they could join them and do their part, and they quickly agreed and let him enter the cottage, he knew how to read and write, so he first taught some children in the cottage to read, at least count.

The terrifying power of the cultivator made the man realize that it was difficult for mortals to oppose the cultivators, and more importantly, if they wanted to make the world peaceful, the problems of the cultivators had to be solved, at least so that mortals had the same power as the cultivators.

Fortunately, the martial arts of this cottage are really strong, and he has killed many cultivators, so the man gave them advice in this cottage, made full use of his knowledge and knowledge, and formulated one strategy after another, and successfully killed several cultivators, which impressed the thieves in the cottage.

As the days passed, spring went to autumn, the strength of the cottage became stronger and stronger, and more and more evil cultivators were killed.

Time passes slowly, and men are at ease with what they encounter, teaching the little thieves in the cottage to read and read on weekdays, at least they must be able to settle accounts, which is the basic quality of thieves, followed by turning over and over the map, specifying various strategies, drinking a cup of tea in their spare time, thinking that their father's grave has not been cleaned for a long time.

He would also remember his original idea of going to those remote county towns to serve as an official and benefit the people.

It's just that he likes this kind of day very much now, the thieves in the village are strong in martial arts, and the little thieves work hard to practice their martial arts, and even dare to kill cultivators when they join forces, and he knows it very well......

Every time one more cultivator dies, countless mortals can be saved, and the dream inherited from his father has never been extinguished.

In order to eliminate those cultivators, he studied very hard, read all kinds of books on the art of war, and his mind was almost filled with clever tricks, and in the same way, the thieves on this mountain became more and more powerful, and even dared to provoke a whole small sect of cultivators in the end.

The dead people in the cottage never stop, and because the limelight is too great, the cottage has moved several times over the years, and wherever they move, they will let the mortals where they are free from the oppression of the cultivators, but this time they want to go out to destroy an entire evil sect, which sounds really a bit fantastical.

There are thousands of thieves in the cottage, among which there are nearly 100 super masters of martial arts in the first and second grades, and this strength can indeed rival a small third-rate Dao sect, but this operation man still feels very uneasy, so he began to do his homework, studying the art of war day and night, and finally, he worked out a perfect plan.

This operation was successful, victorious, and smooth beyond imagination, all the cultivators of that sect were killed, and those people had already lost their conscience, and they did not know how many lives they had in their hands, and after the success of this trip, it caused unanimous applause from the common people, but in the same way, it also brought trouble.

Many of the surrounding cultivators have noticed their existence, and they have joined forces to chase and kill them, and the relocation of the village can't stop them from chasing and killing like maggots on the tarsal bones, this is the suppression of hard power, and no matter how many strategies men formulate, they can't stop it.

More and more people were injured in the stockade, and the injuries varied, and the man looked at all this, and when he returned to the house, he turned out a medical book.

There are too few doctors in the village, and they are powerless to deal with so many wounded, especially the level of doctors is also low, and they are helpless when they encounter some particularly serious wounded, so they can only watch them die.

The old man, who was already in his fifties, looked at the situation in the stockade and felt like a big stone in his heart, so he began to study medicine diligently, and after about half a year he was able to heal the wounded, and after a year, his medical attainments had entered the state of perfection.

Yes, he was born intelligent, and he took years or even more than ten years to learn the medical skills that others needed, and he had already entered the hall in half a year, and he reached the peak in a year.

The old man healed many people in the village, and was called a medicine immortal, but he himself didn't like the fairy word, because it was very reminiscent of those cultivators, those wicked people who were scolded as thieves and immortals.

Although the cottage got rid of the pursuit from the cultivators, it was killed and injured heavily, and the situation was quite miserable, especially the death and injury of several village owners, and the big leader lost his martial arts and became a wasted person, losing the ambition of his youth, and only thinking about returning to the countryside.

The beauty is afraid of the bronze mirror, and the hero is afraid of the new armor at dusk, it is the same everywhere.

So, the thieves gathered and dispersed, and the cottage was disbanded, with the bloody impulse of youth, and the sighs and sorrows of old age.

The old man waved goodbye to them, and then began to travel the world with his medicine box, everywhere to treat diseases and save people, although he himself did not like the title of medical fairy, but it was inevitable to get this nickname, he became the mouth of the people praised by everyone to the medical fairy, with these two words spread all over the land, his journey has not stopped.

He has walked through famous mountains and rivers, walked through countless mountains, he has used his medical skills to save mountain people, he has saved robbers, he has saved thieves, he has saved all the mortals he may meet, but he has never saved the cultivators.

Whenever he met a cultivator on the way, he always stood by and watched from the sidelines, never helping them, and let them cry miserably.

When he was seventy years old, on that early summer night, the old man became an old man in the real sense, and the old man refused to accept the old, but he really had to obey.

With an old face and white hair, he raised his head and stood in the forest, looking at the vast starry sky on a summer night, and asked himself.

"Zhang Chunsheng, what are you pursuing in your life?"

"I'm looking for a truly warm and comfortable world. ”

"So Zhang Chunsheng, did you do it?"

"Of course I can't. ”

"Are you doing the right thing?"

"Like...... Wrong. ”

He asked and answered himself, and suddenly fell silent again, his eyes were full of confusion, more tired, he looked at the starry sky, and was stunned for a long time.

He suddenly said to himself: "Study hard and study hard, can you save the people of the world?"

"It can't be saved. ”

"Have you saved the world by working hard?"

"Did you give advice and save the world?"

"Rejuvenation with a wonderful hand, can you save the people of the world?"

"I can't save it. ”

He looked at the night in amazement, as if he suddenly realized something.

"None of this can save the people of the world, because as long as the cultivators exist for one day, there is no cure for this world. ”

The stars in the sky are shining, there are summer insects buzzing constantly on the left and right, and the mountains and fields in the distance are undulating and layered.

He suddenly shouted: "I want to cultivate the Tao, and only by cultivating the Tao can I save the people of the world!"

At that moment, the sky was changing, and the sky was thundering.

Suddenly, it started to rain.

Yes, the weather on a summer night is changeable, the sky was clear in the last second, and suddenly there was a drifting heavy rain rolling down, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

The old man stood in the rain, in the woods, letting the rain run down his hair, letting his white coat be covered with wet marks.

His white lab coat was dappled with rain marks.

He choked up suddenly, and then suddenly felt a little homesick.

He was ready to go home and have a look.

So another year passed, and he returned to his hometown from a distant place, to that small town.

He glanced at the two handwritings on the head of the small city, which had been blurred by the passage of time.

Yubei.

This small hometown city is called Yubei.

The old man's old mansion had already changed owners, so he took a look at it from a distance, and then left Yubei City and walked towards Daqingshan.

His father's grave was still on the mountain, and of course he had to sweep it, bow down, and kowtow a few times.

It's winter again.

The scattered snowflakes not only painted the small town called Yubei, but also covered the grave of the old father.

When the old man staggered to his father's grave, he was already covered with snow and covered in silver, like a snowman.

He saw his old father's grave, and there was another man standing.

It was a woman, a woman in a big red shirt, a beautiful young woman.

The old man with white hair and white snow stood behind her, looking at the gentle back, and the tears in his eyes began to flow uncontrollably.

He didn't recognize the woman, but the familiarity was so clear that it brought tears to its eyes.

He originally thought that after more than 70 years, he would have been able to forget his mother's voice, smile and that feeling, but in the end, he found that his chest hurt so really.

The woman in red turned around, with tears in the corners of her eyes, looking at the old man with white hair in front of her, the vicissitudes and love in her eyes seemed to have not changed for thousands of years.

The old man fell to his knees, sobbing profusely.

Who can believe that this is a mother and son? )