In the snow, the swordsman had to walk for dozens of miles.

Not in the mountains, there is a village almost every three or four miles, and at most a dozen miles is a town.

It's all the same look, and I've seen it many times along the way.

There is a small river under the plaster mountain, Liu Jingxuan remembers clearly, it is called Shujin Canal, it is said that three hundred years ago there was a great drought here, extremely short of water, it was a doctor surnamed Qiao who funded the digging of the canal to divert water, so there is also a saying of Qiao Gong Canal.

Liu Jingxun was by the canal at this time, and there was a broken stone tablet among the weeds. Push aside the weeds, vaguely see clearly, write what year and what month, for Qiao Gong monument here.

The world has changed, and looking at this appearance, the draught man has long forgotten the ditch digger.

The heavy snow was about to cover the stone monument, Liu Jingxun poured a sip of wine, untied the canoe, rolled up his sleeves and bent down to pull the weeds, one by one, extremely meticulous.

He didn't know what the use of doing this was, but he saw it and suddenly wanted to do it.

How long can a few grasses be delayed? In less than a moment, there was no grass in a square circle.

Liu Jingxun straightened his waist and took another sip of wine, always feeling that it was not enough. After thinking about it, he waved his hand and cut down the big tree by the canal, cut it into wooden planks, and built a small pavilion around the stone monument. It's not very high, it's like an ordinary land temple, climbing high with people, and it's just arm's length.

It's going to take a bit of time, but once you get started, you don't notice how quickly time flies.

Before I knew it, I was already in Shenshi.

There was an old man with white hair and white beard carrying a bamboo basket on his back, and it seemed that he was going into the mountains to collect medicine, and he was going to return at this time.

The thin old man saw the young people working around the stele from afar, and there was already a small pavilion around the stele.

The old man glanced at the long sword standing on the side, then looked at the young man who was busy with his work, and couldn't help asking, "Boy, what's the matter?" ”

Liu Jingxun didn't spread his consciousness at all, and the people around him really didn't notice it. At this time, when I turned my head, I saw a thin old man, that is, I glanced at it, and then said with a smile: "Huh! In this country of pounding medicine, can you still see people who do not guard the ancestral temple? ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man suddenly had a smiling face.

"Boy, I love to hear this, and at first glance it's not that Mingjiao disciple!"

Liu Jingxun smiled, continued to work on the things in hand, and replied: "Me? The envoys have killed several of them, and the Sect Ancestor is afraid that he doesn't want me. ”

I didn't intend to hide the identity of the Qi Refiner, and there was no need to hide it in the face of this person.

The old man smiled, put down the basket, and walked over to help.

"The stone monument that the locals have forgotten, you are a stranger who is willing to build this shelter from the rain?"

Liu Jingxun said with a smile: "When you see it, you can take a hand, and it's not too much effort." ”

Someone joined hands, and within an hour, the low pavilion was ready, but if you want to shelter from the wind and rain, you have to get some thatch.

But in this place, the land is not planted, where is the thatch?

The old man sat on the edge of the canal and lit a bag of cigarettes, and said with a smile: "Leaves." ”

Liu Jingxun shook his head and waved his hand to remove a tile from the roof of each family in the village along the Shujin Canal, "Isn't this enough?" It is also what they should give. ”

The old man laughed, shook his head, and said, "If all the Qi Refiners are like you, then it's fine." ”

Liu Jingxun clapped his hands and picked up the canoe, but he didn't know what was going on, he just felt that there was something wrong with the canoe, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, it was like ...... Sticky white meow like a small meow.

didn't think much about it, picked up the sword and went to the ditch, Liu Jingxun also took out his pipe and began to swallow the clouds and spit. In the snow, the fog became more and more conspicuous.

The old man knocked his pipe on the edge of the ditch and smiled, "Thank you, young man." ”

Liu Jingxun spit out a puff of cigarette, shook his head and said, "Uncle Qu is polite." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and asked, "How did you see it?" ”

Liu Jingxun smiled and said: "The mountain monarch dragon god and the like can't hide my eyes, not to mention that I knew many years ago that Qiao Gong, who built this Shujin Canal, was named the Dragon God of Shujin Canal, and later added the title of Qu Bo!" ”

When I came here with Longqiu Tangxi, I roughly understood the landscape of Fangyuan.

This Qu Bo sighed, shook his head and said: "The gods and goddesses of the mountains and rivers in the country of medicine are almost gone, and people go to offer incense to the ancestors, and we, the so-called gods, can't eat the incense ash." ”

As long as it is introduced by Mingjiao, it will be the same.

Now that they met, Liu Jingxuan asked: "What does the emperor of the medicine country think?" ”

Qu Gong sighed: "There is nothing to do, the people's hearts are on the side of Mingjiao." Someone can let them be fed and clothed without stretching out their hands and bending over, who cares what the emperor is? The county order didn't make it work. ”

Liu Jingxun nodded and said softly: "Also, if you plan to overthrow the Ming Sect, it is the people who really shed blood." Once someone rises up, the believers will pick up a hoe to defend their patriarch, and this kind of battle is cannibalism and cannot be fought. ”

Qu Gong also sighed, "I have practiced medicine all my life, but I didn't expect that after three hundred years of death, my country actually got this disease, and there is no cure at all." ”

The heartache overnight, Liu Jingxun can empathize.

So he poured another sip of wine and said softly, "Me! Now that I have the ability to control one continent, I am shameless, and the number of people who can kill me under the heavenly dome of Jiuzhou is not more than a hand. That's it, I can only stare dryly. ”

Qu Gong shook his head and said, "What if you kill all the envoys?" Even if he slaughtered that sect master, I am afraid it would be useless. Unless...... Unless ......"

Liu Jingxuan picked up the conversation, "Unless you cut the flesh and scrape the bones." ”

It's a pity that there is too much rotten meat, and if you really want to cut the meat, it is estimated that there will be only a skeleton left.

In ancient times, there was an emperor in Middle-earth, who was born as a beggar and suffered a lot before his success, so he hated corrupt officials and corrupt officials. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a major case killed tens of thousands of officials, which was a relief, but for a while, there was no one available in the imperial court.

The country of medicine and the Moluo Dynasty are even worse than it, if you want to cut off the flesh and scrape the bones to heal the wounds, the common people will not survive.

Liu Jingxun slowly got up, hugged his fists and said, "Farewell, I have to go to Plaster Mountain." ”

Qu Gong got up and clenched his fists and asked, "For twenty years, I just watched and didn't move. But now I want to ask, what can I do? ”

Liu Jingxun was puzzled: "I haven't had the idea of doing anything for twenty years, why did I suddenly have it?" ”

Qu Gong laughed at himself: "People passing by can still pull grass and build pavilions, I was born here and died here, what reason do I have not to do it?" ”

Liu Jingxun grinned, raised his hand a little, and said softly: "Then the Duke of Qu will pay attention to the two sides of the strait, if there are people who are unwilling to join the same stream, take a hand, and the position that Fang Cai passed is their way of life." ”

After saying that, he was about to leave, but after taking a few steps, he stopped again.

The young man raised his palm and muttered, "Since the broken seal is still the human emperor, what else can I escape?" When? ”

Turning around suddenly, he raised his hand a little more, and a big edict appeared in mid-air.

The big characters coincided with Qu Gong, and the old man only felt as if he had been forcibly elevated and became a god.

Looking up again, the young man was gone.

This Qiao surnamed Qu Gong took a deep breath, bent down towards the young man's place, and said sincerely: "Thank you." ”

Liu Jingxun fell under the plaster mountain, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

Thousands of causes and effects come to me, and I admit them all if I can catch them or not.

Taking off the canoe, Liu Jingxun smiled slightly and said, "Since you all recognize me as the master, then I will be the master of the last ten years!" ”

It was dusk and in the snow, so the road ahead was blurry.

I remember that Longqiu Tangxi once said that when she first came, the people in the pharmacy in front of her who asked for medicine could be discharged for two miles. When I came back twenty years ago, there was no one here.

Liu Jingxuan didn't probe with his divine sense, and he really didn't know if the pharmacy was still there.

In this way, I walked forward in the wind and snow, and the more I walked, the darker it became, and the more blurry the front became.

Presumably, there is no one to visit the pharmacy......

I thought that the pharmacy was long gone, but after a few steps, Liu Jingxun raised his head suddenly, and in a trance, he saw a faint light ahead. He quickened his pace, and ten more steps forward, the brighter the light became. A hundred steps forward, the faint light in Liu Jingxun's eyes was like a big day!

The pharmacy is still there.

Walking closer, Liu Jingxun slowly raised his head, a lantern was hung in front of the pharmacy, the lantern swayed left and right in the wind and snow, and the candle flame was extinguished, but it was never extinguished.

When I turned my head again, there was a façade hanging in front of the door, which had long since faded, but I could still see the residual ink.

"One ointment cures all diseases, and you don't believe in yourself."

This sentence is exactly the same as back then.

There was a little boy who went out with a lantern and a pair of clean eyes, almost trying to break through the wind and snow.

The boy asked, "Are you...... Buy medicine? ”

Before Liu Jingxun could answer, he heard someone in the room scolding: "Stinky boy, come back from death!" It's all said that it's not for sale, it's not for sale! Fucking drink the talisman water, Lao Tzu's plaster stickers on the tree will not sell you! ”

Did you hear this back then? It's just that the person who said this back then was a young man who had children?

Liu Jingxuan ignored the room, but slowly bent down to show a warm smile and asked, "What's your name, do you know how to make plasters?" ”

The child blinked and said crisply: "My name is Yao Zuo, and I am studying." ”

Liu Jingxun smiled and said, "Pill Powder Paste Dantang, you can't just learn it." ”

Straightening up, Liu Jingxun stepped into the door, and asked as he walked: "One sticker can cure all diseases, really?" ”

There was a middle-aged man sitting in the room, his face was very ugly, "Drink Fu Shui!" ”

Liu Jingxun didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, walked to the edge of the fire and sat down, stretched out his hand to roast the fire, and continued to talk to himself.

"If no one buys it, why pass it on? Since you want to inherit it, why don't you move out of the country of pounding medicine? ”

The middle-aged man sneered: "I was born and raised here, what should I go is those evil and crooked ways, why should I go?" Inheritance? Of course, it must be passed on, and what the ancestors left behind cannot be destroyed in my hands. ”

Liu Jingxun sighed and muttered: "Thirty years ago, my family came here, and you were the child who stood at the door and shouted not to cut in line. Twenty years when I came here, you are a young man who has not gone out, only said that he will not sell. Now I'll come again, your children have grown so big, time flies so fast. ”

After pouring a sip of wine, Liu Jingxun continued: "Fortunately, along the way, I finally saw a pharmacy that was still open. ”

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You look like you're in your early twenties, who are you ...... with?"

I wanted to curse, but when I saw the young man quietly looking at the fire, he was a little speechless.

Liu Jingxun put the canoe aside and said softly: "Since you are open the door, I will also ask you, in your opinion, how can this body be cured?" ”

The middle-aged man naturally understood what Liu Jingxuan meant by the sores he said.

But he didn't think about it and said: "When my father was alive, he once said that if you have a sore, you can cut the flesh, but if you have a sore, if you want to cure it, there is only one way." ”

Liu Jingxun looked up, and the middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Piece by piece, cut the flesh and scrape the bones!" It hurts to hurt, it's better than not being saved. ”

Liu Jingxun smiled, "Yes." ”