At sunset.

Xuanhuang, who was busy fertilizing the garden in the back mountain, put down what he was doing, and when he returned to the Taoist temple, he looked under the peach tree again.

The figure of the gentleman is no longer there, and the book is calm as usual.

Xuan Huang understood that Mr. should be gone.

In fact, it stands to reason that he should send one to Mr., but he himself is not happy, in Xuanhuang's opinion, go silently so as not to be sentimental, after all, this is the last time......

Xuanhuang breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down at the stone table under the peach tree.

In front of him was a dustless Taoist temple, with fruitful peach trees above his head, and there was not a trace of fluctuation in the well in the courtyard, and the fallen leaves were gone......

He looked at all of this with a look of relief on his face.

Liuyun view is getting better day by day......

This is what he, a 'stupid man', has been looking forward to.

Xuanhuang came back to his senses and breathed a long sigh of relief, but when he turned his head, he was stunned.

"Sir's saber?"

Xuanhuang was stunned for a moment, and saw a sword inserted under the peach tree, where the sword stood peacefully, looking so 'ordinary'.

"How come the gentleman forgot to take the sword......

Xuan Huang stepped forward and picked up the sword, he couldn't see through the charm of the sword, but he understood that the sword of the gentleman must not be simple.

He remembered the sword flower that Mr. had provoked in the courtyard before, it was so amazing.

He put the saber away, thinking that the gentleman remembered that the saber should come back to get it.

But who expected that the cicada chirping of the mountain stream gradually faded away, and after autumn, Mr. did not even come back to get the sword.

Xuan Huang also understood at this time, Mr. probably won't come back.

I thought that the Taoist temple would be silent.

Xuanhuang also planned to take a break in these countless days, but who would have expected that after Mr. left, the little Langjun of the Tong family would often come up to the mountain and ask him about the luck of martial arts.

Because of the arrival of Tong Xiaolangjun, the Taoist temple was also a little more angry, and Xuanhuang's face was also a little more smiling.

What made Xuan Huang feel a little surprised, Tong Zhizhao has reached the crown, and he has long passed the age of practicing martial arts, but in martial arts, his understanding is not bad at all, although the speed is a little slower, but many problems are easy to understand.

Xuan Huang thought about it and it became clear, after all, Mr.'s vision has never been bad.

"Dao Chief, am I really talented in martial arts?" Tong Zhizhao was a little curious.

"Talented."

Xuan Huang continued: "It's a pity that you entered the door too late, otherwise at your age, it is estimated that you can become a first-class master in this rivers and lakes." ”

Tong Zhizhao shook his head and said, "But Dao Chief, I studied martial arts to be lucky to practice medicine and save people, not to mess with the rivers and lakes." ”

Xuanhuang shook his head and said: "If you enter this Jianghu Gate, you will suffer from the rivers and lakes, and you still have a long way to go." ”

Tong Zhizhao didn't seem to understand what he heard, and then asked Xuanhuang Dao Chang but didn't say anything, and then he went home to ask Daddy, Daddy seemed to be very calm after hearing it, as if he had expected it a long time ago, but he didn't explain what it meant to him, only said that what the chief said was not bad.

He was the only one who was kept in the dark.

It's no wonder that others, Mr. once said that he is a pure heart, and he is always stupider than others, although he doesn't know what the pure heart means, but what Mr. says is what it is.

Since then, Tong Zhizhao has often come to the mountains, and sometimes even stays on the mountains to rest.

Xuanhuang slowly adapted to his existence, and taught Tong Zhizhao as a disciple.

In the winter after the gentleman left.

Tong Zhizhao once said that he wanted to worship the Taoist as a teacher, but he was rejected.

At that time, Xuanhuang Daoist told him: "Mr. Chen once taught you that Poor Dao is not qualified to be your master, but if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask Poor Dao, and Poor Dao should teach him." ”

Tong Zhizhao was depressed and said, "But Mr. confiscated me as an apprentice." ”

"Confiscation doesn't work either." Xuan Huang said.

Tong Zhizhao only sighed, and never mentioned this matter again.

As usual, he went to the mountain every three days to learn luck from the Xuanhuang Dao chief, and when he was down the mountain, he studied medicine all day long.

He still hasn't finished reading the book he gave him.

It's not just a book.

Every time he looked at the contents of the original book, the words on the book would change and become another book.

Sometimes it's pharmacology, sometimes it's acupuncture, sometimes it's prescription, and many of the contents of the book are things he has never seen, including many incurable diseases are described in it.

This also made Tong Zhizhao's medical skills improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time.

So in the spring of the following year.

Daddy began to let him start checking the patient's pulse.

The effect is surprisingly good, sometimes Daddy can't cure the disease, but Tong Zhizhao knows how to treat it, and after coming and going, the name of the little miracle doctor spreads in the community.

Later, some patients with incurable diseases came to seek medical treatment, and Tong Zhizhao also had many opportunities to learn, slowly accumulated experience, and gradually achieved results.

Not only Qiuyuefang, but even several towns next door are talking about this little doctor one after another.

On this day, Tong Zhizhao went to Liuyun Temple as usual.

He was carrying a packet of medicines in his hand, which were for the Taoist leader, some nourishing medicines.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Since the beginning of the year, Xuanhuang's cough has become more and more severe, and even many times a cough seems to kill him for half a life.

Xuanhuang said weakly: "Poor Dao has long known that his time is running out, so don't waste these medicinal materials on Poor Dao." ”

"This medicinal herb is not worth a few dollars, Dao Chief, don't worry about the money, drink it quickly......"

"Alas......"

Tong Zhi called him to drink it himself before he stopped.

For more than 300 days a year, this medicine has hardly been broken, and it is also because of Tong Zhizhao that Xuanhuang has been at least half a year longer.

But in the autumn of the following year, a cold wind cut it all off.

This autumn wind came violently.

Xuanhuang was accidentally blown by this cold wind and fell ill on the bed.

When Tong Zhizhao came up to the mountain again, Xuanhuang Daoist was already dying.

"Knowing the ......"

Xuan Huang was lying on the bed, his face was thin, his eyes were blank, and he had come to the end.

"Dao Chief! Michigan! ”

Tong Zhizhao was a little flustered, and said: "Dao Chief, you wait, I'll go down the mountain to get the medicine, it's going to be fine, it's going to be fine......"

Xuan Huang stretched out his prostration hand to stop him.

"Ahem......"

He spoke, "Poor Dao... Something to say...... Tell you. ”

Tong Zhizhao's eyes were red, and tears couldn't stop flowing out, except for Mr. Qi, the Taoist chief was the one who taught him the most.

In fact, he had long thought that this day would come, but he didn't dare to face it.

So much so that I couldn't cry until this moment.

"In the future, when you practice medicine, remember, it's better not to ......"

"Don't take nothing, but don't either, ask for ...... skyrocket"

Tong Zhizhao nodded with red eyes and said, "I remember, I remember." ”

Xuan Huang nodded slightly, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Poor Dao still wants to ......"

Tong Zhizhao leaned over to the Taoist chief and asked, "What do you think?" ”

Xuan Huang spoke almost with all his might.

"I want to eat ......"

"Peach."

Tong Zhizhao hurriedly got up after hearing this, and said anxiously: "I'm going to buy it, I'm going to go, you're waiting for me, waiting for me!" ”

He got up and rushed out the door.

But when he turned his head, he froze in place.

At the beginning of autumn, the peach tree in the Liuyun Temple somehow produced a peach.

It is a peach that bears when the Xuan Huang Dao chief said those words.

"Rustle."

Tong Zhizhao stepped forward, the peach tree shook, and the peach on it fell into Tong Zhizhao's hands impartially.

Tong Zhizhao's heart was shocked, but he didn't have the heart to care about this, and walked into the house with peaches.

Tong Zhizhao dug down a piece of peach flesh with his hands and sent it to Xuanhuang's mouth.

"The Taoist ......"

Xuanhuang's chin moved slightly, and he closed his eyes, but he could still see the look of satisfaction on his face.

The breeze blows through ......

Blowing memories of more than 70 years.

It was what he used to want to eat the most, and it is still the same today.

His breath was cut off, and there were no regrets.

"Dao Chief!!"

Tong Zhi couldn't cry, and collapsed in front of the bed, crying like a child of more than ten years old.