Nan Huaijin sat down next to the old monk, the monk chanted the mantra very quickly, each word had a unique Buddha sound, and he also had a string of prayer beads in his hand, one by one with his thumb down, in a circle in his hand.

There are flower beds and vegetable fields planted by the old monk in the yard, the old monk is old, but he can practice martial arts all the year round, his body is very tough, there are no weeds on the vegetable field, there are all kinds of flowers in the flower garden, in the past, an inch of monks planted flowers is just a preference, after Nan Huai Jin went up the mountain, he often picked a few flowers and sent them to the Huaiyun Pavilion of Nan Huai Jin, Huai Yun Pavilion is in the inner gate of Qingyun Mountain, it is the highest peak of all peaks, there will be snow for most of the year, it is surprisingly cold, there is no one else on the peak except for the master and the senior brother, she is very sleepy, sometimes sleep all day, the master comes to shout and no one cares。

"Are you back?" The old monk opened his eyes, as if he knew who was sitting beside him, and raised his hand with the old skin and bones to touch Nan Huaijin's face, and put it on it, as if touching the face of a doll, and pinched it, just saying: "I didn't eat well after going down the mountain, you can see for yourself, everyone has lost weight." ”

Nan Huai Jin leaned his head on the old monk's knee and whispered: "What about me, uncle, you have also lost weight, you see that you have no flesh on your face." ”

The old monk cultivated the golden essence, and his whole body was full of hot true qi, and he sighed: "When people are old and have no appetite, they will naturally lose weight." ”

The robe on his body fell to the ground, and he didn't pay attention to it, the wind on the mountain was strong, the sun was still there, and the cold wind was blowing after the autumn, no matter how much the sun was blowing, he just touched the three thousand green silk she scattered and saw a faint cough in her throat and shouted: "Thrush." ”

A figure flashed, it was a young boy, waving his hair at the back of his head, walking to the old monk's side, seeing Nan Huaijin lying on his master's lap, and said in surprise: "Senior Sister Nan is back? It's been a long time since I saw Senior Sister Nan, Master." ”

The old monk nodded with a slight smile, waved his hand and said, "Your senior sister Nan is infected with the wind and cold from the cold, and her righteousness is insufficient, you go and boil some ginger soup, and then take a righteous qi pill." ”

Murong Liyu nodded, looked at the person who was already asleep, turned around and was about to leave, but saw a large bundle of green and yellow vegetables and a plate of rice cakes on the stone table in the courtyard, and said strangely: "Who sent this bundle of green vegetables? I didn't go down the mountain to get it." ”

Then he turned his head to look at Nan Huaijin, who was still asleep, and said with a surprised look: "It can't be Senior Sister Nan, right?

The old monk smiled and said, "She bought it, you can bring it back, and you will make some food later." ”

"Is Senior Sister eating here too?" asked Murong Liyu.

"When is your senior sister Nan going to love to eat fasting food?" the old monk asked rhetorically.

Murong Liyu smiled awkwardly, picked up the dishes, and went to the backyard.

The leaves on a few old cypress trees fell, falling on Nan Huaijin's body and face, Nan Huaijin's drowsiness became more and more strange, but it really seemed to be a hidden disease, often you could sleep for a day and a night without waking up, just breathing as usual, sometimes trembling slightly.

The old monk didn't continue to chant the scriptures, for fear of waking her up, but just cultivated his own golden qi, and the golden qi of his body was like the golden bell jar of a Buddhist disciple, emitting golden light, and there were a few colorful clouds steaming around him.

Nan Huaijin slept soundly, but her face was slightly pale, and even her cherry-red lips had lost a little color.

Ginger soup Murong leaves the thrush to boil, cut two pieces of old ginger, and throw in three stems removed from the old ginseng, and put in more than a dozen thumb-sized dried dates, with some longan, Master often says that Senior Sister Nan doesn't like to drink ginger juice, the jujube has to be cut, let it soak, the soup is sweet, and Senior Sister Nan can drink it.

Suddenly, a long howl came from afar, and someone was furious, and there was a red rainbow sword qi running through the sky. A generation of old decay flew down the mountain, Murong Liyu could see clearly, and the next moment, the sky full of snow was blown down the mountain by the long air, and his eyes were blown away by the cold wind.

The old man in blue and white clothes with big sleeves, carrying a long wooden box and a sword, rolled up the endless wind and frost in the sky and flew down the mountain, many martial arts students who walked to the halfway up the mountain were still naked, only felt that the sun was too hot, and the next moment they were sprinkled by the frost and snow flying above their heads, and saw such an immortal-like figure coming to the lower realm, until the cliff, stepping into the air, the wind and snow fell behind him, and the red fire red light shone on a cloudy sky, some students hurriedly bent down, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and some students hurriedly saluted from afar, looking at the seniors on the mountain to take off。

Where is this just the predecessors of the rivers and lakes who practice martial arts, it is clearly a real immortal in the world who stepped on the earth, the immortal-like figure is full of silver hair, a roll of big sleeves, light work is proud of the world, the crimson true qi is surging, one side of the sky and the earth are changing color in an instant, and the general trend of the world is gathered on him alone in a trance, and the light power is also like the legendary shrinking of the ground into inches, in the blink of an eye, it is half a mile past, the farmers at the foot of Qingyun Mountain just looked up, and saw the Yixian characters in the sky and the red light in the sky, so they hurriedly knelt on the muddy ground, and some naughty children who were originally playing were also held down by adults and knelt on the ground honestly。

The general situation around him is unpredictable, some people look like a colorful tiger from a distance, some people look like a real dragon with eight pairs of horns, and some people see the blade of a long sword, carrying red qi towards the northeast.

The old monk on Qingyun Mountain chanted the scriptures as usual, as if nothing had happened, Murong Liyu came out with 10,000 ginger soup, obviously it was ginger soup, but the jujube meat and longan in this bowl accounted for half of the bowl.

Murong Liyu walked to the master's side, and saw that the master was still slowly pressing the rosary in his hand, chanting softly, and the robe fell to the ground early and didn't bother to take care of it.

"Master, the ginger soup is ready. ”

The old monk opened his eyes and said lightly: "Well, just put it there, your senior sister is asleep, wait for her to wake up and drink it." ”

Murong Lihu thought for a while and said, "Master, senior sister will sleep for a day, otherwise, I will go and clean up the room and let senior sister sleep, so that she will not catch a cold again." ”

The old monk nodded and said, "Okay, you go and clean up, it's really not appropriate to get cold anymore." ”

Murong Liyu went down, except for Murong Lithrush, there was only one child in the disciples of the old monk, and the child went to the book pavilion to read and practice martial arts, and the other disciples had already gone down the mountain to practice.

Cleaning up an empty room, Murong Liyu straightened his waist, and when he turned around, he saw that the master was already sitting at the stone table drinking tea, and Senior Sister Nan was lying on her side under the old cypress tree, Senior Sister was like this, she slept for a day or two days, how could she not wake up, among the disciples of the master of the door, she was sometimes quiet and sometimes well-behaved, and sometimes she was very well-behaved, and sometimes it was very regular, which always made people wonder what kind of woman she was.

"Master, it's done, I'll take my senior sister in, right?" Murong said.

The one-inch monk nodded in agreement, and he picked up the sleeping Nan Huaijin and went to the inner courtyard and put the person on the bed.

Looking at Senior Sister Nan, who was not too thin, it was so light, Murong Liyu put Nan Huaijin on the bed, turned around and went to the kitchen, and when he left, he could still smell the incense on his sleeves on his senior sister, he touched the back of his head, and only felt that he didn't know why, the fragrance on his senior sister's body was stronger than before.

More than 400 students who came up the mountain saw someone carrying the flying snow and red glow of the mountain down the mountain, like flying immortals in the lower realm, and many people who had slept in the town below the mountain for several years all left, and most of them went in the direction of the north.

The huge Confucian Mansion in Chaoping City, the Confucian Mansion is now also a rare year, this year the Confucian Mansion is full of joy and sorrow, first the Elder was infected with the epidemic for some reason, although he was quickly cured, but it caused the old disease, the serious illness is difficult to heal, he had no choice but to retreat, he took medicinal soup every day, many Confucian disciples gathered to go to Chaoping to pray for the Lord, and there were some Confucian Mansion's doormen, every day for the Elder to seek medical advice, the famous doctors and doctors from the north and south of the river have.

The happy event is that the young lady of the Confucian Mansion is happy, Mrs. Su, who was originally just a concubine, gave birth to a boy, and the entire Confucian Mansion is full of joy, and the Confucian Mansion finally has a queen. The emperor also learned the news, and the inscription of the Zhu pen: Qi Qi Qilin out of Wen Yuan, Confucian words are humble and Qiongse.

Master Kong can't go out of retreat, but he can only give his name, and the imprisoned cow will live for a hundred years, and Huajia will be rich for ten thousand years. Humility and poverty are different paths, and peace can still be decided. It was taken by his biological mother Su Shi and named Kong Pingzhong.

Today's weather is extremely hot, and a few guests brought back a miracle doctor from afar, and it is rumored that people are also famous in Jiangnan.

The old lady got up to greet her, and gave the old man a pulse, the face of the miracle doctor changed, and after a long pulse, he sighed and said: "There are old diseases in the five internal organs, and the old man knows the hidden dangers in the old man as soon as he takes the pulse, the old man when he is young, the young man's body is naturally unhindered, and the old man's internal cultivation is high enough, and the sick body is naturally unharmed, but this kind of hidden disease is often more and more serious, but when the epidemic comes, the body is also defeated like a mountain, if it is a fierce medicine, there is still a glimmer of life, if it is slowed down, if it is slowed down......"

The old lady hurriedly asked: "The doctors and doctors who came here also said the same, even the imperial doctors in the palace said no different, but the doctors in the palace also said that if you really take a fierce medicine, even if you cure the hidden disease, you will come to hurt your body and hurt your body." ”

"It's a medicine that is poisonous, naturally. The old doctor said.

The old man was at ease, and there was no worry on his face, and he just smiled faintly: "Some injuries and illnesses in the old days, they are all at such an age, even if they are in the ground, what are the regrets? I just think that Yanyun Land is still in the hands of the Liao people, I ......"

"You just think too much, and you have finally got retribution for all the ridiculous things you did when you were young. The old lady was not afraid of the old lady at all, and yelled at him, and the doormen hurriedly bowed their heads, as if they didn't see such a thing.

The old man was said to be a common thing by the old lady, and the old man also laughed at it, a pair of old husbands and wives, why not, not to mention that he was not the first time that he was told by the wife, this family, he died, and it must be his old wife who runs the house.

"Since there is no decision, then ask the old man to prescribe some prescriptions for the old man, consolidate the source, and lay some foundation for the future treatment of the disease. The old doctor said, and the old lady nodded, took pen and ink paper, and began to write.

"This recipe takes once every three days, although there are many ingredients, but it is indispensable to have any of them, when you eat this recipe, other recipes will be broken, even a few flavors of medicinal materials in this recipe are indeed very rare, I am afraid that there are not many in the world. The old doctor said.

There are a total of twelve kinds of medicinal materials, each of which is very rare. The old lady called the doctor in the house to see, the doctor has been serving in the Confucian Mansion for half a lifetime, quite a Taoist, took the prescription and touched the beard and pondered for a long time before coming back to his senses, only to feel that the divine doctor in front of him has excellent medical skills, the twelve flavor medicine stones written on the paper are all mutually reinforcing and mutually restrained, just like the four elephant gossip, without any of the medicine can not be effective, only in this way can the medicine be dispensed in this way, can slowly continue to produce the essence of the twelve flavor medicine stones, this prescription can not only treat serious injuries and old diseases, but also continue life replenishment, it is really wonderful.

Thinking of this, the doctor couldn't help but sigh that his medical skills were still shallow, and he had to give three bows to the divine doctor, thinking that the old man could take these medicines, but some of these medicinal stones were indeed rare in the world, and not only did they have to spend a lot of effort, but they also needed the help of the doormen.