Rain Alley

Xu Changan was sweating profusely and stood up tremblingly.

Han Shitao quickly rushed in, looking at Xu Changan, whose lips were dry and his face was pale, he turned his head sharply to look at the little Taoist.

The little Taoist priest spread out his hands indifferently and shrugged his shoulders.

walked up and poured a cup of tea for himself and Xu Changan.

He moved the teacup to Xu Changan, squinted his eyes lightly and asked, "What do you see?"

Xu Changan was in a trance for a while, shook his head, then squatted down with his head, shook it vigorously, and finally stood up and sat on the seat, he took the tea that Li Dao poured over, drank it in one gulp and spit it out suddenly, his lips became more and more white, his tongue kept buzzing in his lips, his hand shook, and the teacup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The little Taoist priest also looked at Xu Changan with some surprise, he didn't expect Xu Changan to pour the hot tea directly into his mouth.

Xu Changan stood up calmly and slowly returned to the room.

The little Taoist priest shook his head, just in front of Han Shitao's angry eyes.

He was a little weak-hearted, but with a jade pendant stolen from the Holy Emperor, he also walked out with his head held high in front of Han Shitao's eyes, and when he walked out of the door, he patted his chest with a weak heart.

But his heart was a little relieved, and suddenly a voice came from behind him, and his heart immediately pinched.

"Your first visit, why are you leaving, I'll arrange a guest room, let's stay first!" Han Shitao's voice sounded from behind, and the little Taoist priest had no reason and couldn't refuse. His cultivation was temporarily sealed, and he knew that this Han Shitao had arranged a guest room for the sake of looking at the dragon-shaped jade pendant with the breath of the Holy Emperor. If you don't have this jade pendant, I'm afraid that you won't live in a guest room, but a prison cell.

The little Taoist priest pursed his lips, looked at the wet Taoist robe on his body, and said a sentence for a long time: "Prepare a new Taoist robe for me." ”

......

The place near the river is always very humid.

The river is full of clouds and mist, Hsinchu is verdant and green, and an old man with a hat and a long rod stops the boat in the middle of the river.

The raindrops gradually became heavier, and the number of people crossing the river became fewer.

Anyway, the river is completely subsumed into the holy pilgrimage, everything is back to normal, even if the longing for family is strong, when it rains, they would rather sit down in the farmer's house by the river, look at the river view through the window, warm a pot of wine, drink and talk.

Xu Changan looked a little weak and sat on the steps.

Li Daoyi slept until he woke up naturally, and then he stretched his waist.

For the past few days, he could not sleep well, for fear that he would be found by the people, and took a hoe and called himself a liar.

But now it's different, he sleeps in the temporary marshal's mansion, and next door lives the master of the Grandmaster's upper realm.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the new robe neatly placed next to the bed, humming a little song, and then happily put it on. He saw the hazy smoke and rain through the window, and his mood seemed to be relieved, and he pushed the door open.

But when he pushed the door open, he was stunned.

Xu Changan, who was dressed in a green shirt, sat on the steps, holding his feet.

Next to him was a small stove, two low stools with two teacups on them.

On the stove, a pot of tea was boiling hot, and the steam rattled the lid on the top of the lid.

The little Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, looking at the young man in green shirts, and had a strange feeling.

Xu Changan turned his head, his face was not good-looking, and he was still a little pale.

Xu Changan smiled reluctantly, pointed to the steps, and sat down as well.

The little Taoist priest stretched out his feet, and the raindrops on the eaves happened to fall on the tips of the new shoes, and the little Taoist priest immediately stretched his feet back, like Xu Changan, holding his legs.

Xu Changan poured him a cup of tea, and the two looked at Jiang Yu and the fog and the distant mountains ethereal.

When the rain slowly subsided, the young man in green shirt suddenly turned his face to look at the little Taoist.

"Do you believe in fate?"

This seemed to be an extremely simple question, but it did stop the little Taoist.

Asking a fortune teller whether to believe in fate or not seems like an extremely stupid question.

It's like asking a farmer if the fruit is delicious or if the vegetable farmer's food is fresh, which seems to be a completely unnecessary question.

But it's such a question, the little Taoist thought for a long time, his lips buzzed, and then he slowly shook his head: "I don't believe it." ”

Xu Changan was a little surprised.

"You don't believe in fortune tellers, so do you believe you?"

The little Taoist priest sighed and said with a wry smile: "I really don't believe in fate, and I am indeed a fortune teller." But just because I don't believe it doesn't mean it doesn't exist......"

The corners of the little Taoist's mouth curved, as if he was laughing at himself, he smiled: "There is a certain number in the world, but I believe that my fate will not be determined, as long as you keep changing yourself, then you can change the fate you saw before." ”

He took a sip of tea, but as if he had taken a sip of wine, he was slightly drunk and his face was a little red.

"Fate is dead, but I am alive!" the little Taoist priest clenched his fist tightly and gently knocked it on his knee.

Xu Changan was a little surprised, he felt that the little Taoist priest's reaction was really bigger.

"Do you know your fate?" asked Xu Changan directly.

The little Taoist priest raised his eyes and was stunned for a moment, and said leisurely: "Healers don't heal themselves, and we fortune tellers can't calculate for ourselves." ”

"Then you ......"

The little Taoist priest didn't return to Xu Chang'an's words, he remembered the moss-stained bluestone slab book in the tall tower.

It was the holy relic of Tianji Pavilion, and there was not a single word of bluestone slab book.

Their new batch of disciples were going to look at the relics, and the children of the Hip Nian (girls were six or seven years old) or Hip Nian (boys were six or seven years old) were staring at the holy relic that was only a big bluestone slab to them.

At that time, he disdained to be in the company of these little children, and when everyone gathered around, he sat alone on the beams of the house.

But he just glanced at it, and he saw a different scene.

Scenes appeared on the wordless book of the bluestone slab, and he saw a man in a Taoist robe nailed to the spire. The Daoist's robe was tattered, and except for the face, there was no intact skin on his body, like a bloody man.

But he was smiling, with a hint of mockery on his face.

When he was young, the little Taoist priest had a faint feeling that the Taoist priest was himself.

"Daoyi, nonsense!

The little Taoist priest was startled by the master and shook his head, and when he turned his head again, the light curtain had disappeared. He glanced at the old Taoist priest with some disapproval and jumped down.

"You have to take a good look at the wordless heavenly book, we fortune tellers can't calculate ourselves, but if you are destined to be a person, you can see your future on it. It allows us to take advantage and avoid evil!"

Li Daoyi raised his head and asked, "Master, what is a person who is destined?"

The old Taoist priest was speechless for a while, glanced at him, flicked his little head and said, "Just look at it." ”

Later, he asked all the brothers and sisters, and they all just saw a big bluestone slab that was unremarkable.

He was sure that he was destined, but he didn't want to believe that he was nailed to the tower.

So, he doesn't believe in his life! He wants to change his life!

The little Taoist priest sighed, then looked at Xu Changan firmly and said, "I really don't believe in fate, because I want to change it!"

Xu Changan was a little puzzled, and then said, "Then what do I see?"

The little Taoist priest smiled and said: "Life, hold it in your own hands, you can believe it, and if you don't believe it, you won't!"

Xu Changan chewed on this sentence, suddenly smiled, and looked at the distant mountains.

......

Nanfeng.

A group of doctors from the Holy Dynasty came, but unfortunately, they were helpless against the poison of this strange snake in the south.

They were only able to temporarily alleviate the toxicity with a few herbs.

But before that, the medicine that no one cared about was swept away overnight.

Jiang Ming entered the city lord's mansion, and there were many doctors and some soldiers who were willing to become test subjects in the mansion.

But in the past few days, the corpses have gone out one after another, and the doctors' brows have become heavier and heavier.

In the end, the doctors could only tell Jiang Ming that they could not cure it for the time being, but they could use half a lotus and wood hibiscus to apply externally, and then take it with Haijinsha and Chonglou (Demon Venerable is actually a herb) to temporarily suppress the toxicity.

But at this time, all the pharmacies in the city were gone.

Jiang Ming sighed secretly, this Liu Chenglang is vicious, and he doesn't let himself breathe.

Seeing more and more corpses, his face became worse and worse, and the doctors had been urging him twice for three days, which made him a little irritable.

The medicine they urge is someone else's life! But as a coach, he can't do anything about it. The herbs that can give them hope of survival are in the hands of enemy generals.

The City Lord's Mansion brought out another batch of corpses.

Jiang Ming kicked the small stone at his feet fiercely, and the City Lord's Mansion was already located on a high place, and it fell down the slope.

Below is a street, and the street is full of alleys.

The rain has just spoiled the city.

The bluestone street is unusually fresh, the grass on the side of the road also has a different kind of vitality, and there is a faint fishy smell in the air.

It was the smell of dirt being turned over by rain.

Pebbles fell into the street and rolled into the alley.

The wails of soldiers were heard behind him, and in a few moments, a corpse was carried out again.

Jiang Ming sighed, he couldn't bear to look at it again and listen to it again. The ghost sent him into the alley.

In the alley, a girl in Tsing Yi held an oil-paper umbrella, and she carried the hem of her skirt, for fear that a bear child would pass by and splash her with muddy water.

The posture is myriad, and the steps are light, like a lotus swaying gently.

She frowned, glanced at the high City Lord's Mansion on the opposite side several times, and bit her lip several times, but she didn't have the courage to go in.

In the end, she bumped into a young man in white, her brows furrowed, and she glanced at the young man in white, and immediately turned her head.

Jiang Ming looked at the girl in a cyan dress and holding an oil-paper umbrella, and finally had a smile on her face.

The original black clothes were replaced by long skirts, which were a little more charming and delicate, and the face was slightly powdered. But the moment she turned her head, Jiang Ming saw that her cheeks were slightly red, more beautiful than rouge.

Jiang Ming grabbed her hand and looked at no one around, and then asked eagerly, "Why are you here?" The dignified generalissimo seemed to have forgotten his position and was worried about the enemy scouts.

Han Yan'er's eyes widened and she withdrew her hand.

Jiang Ming scratched his head a little embarrassed.

However, after thinking about it, he still mustered up the courage to ask, "Did you take all the half-branch lotus and heavy buildings in the city?"

The girl glanced at him and said coldly, "What, you want to arrest me and let your marshal force us to hand over the herbs?"

Jiang Ming looked at the girl who had opened the thorns, and became a little flustered, and immediately waved his hand and said, "No, no, I'm just asking." ”

The girl lifted her cheeks slightly, and her flush receded a little.

"We procured it, so what?"

Jiang Ming's heart was a little sad, he lowered his head and looked at the small stone at his feet and kicked it.

He thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Did you come to me on purpose?"

Although there is a street below the City Lord's Mansion, the pharmacy is far away from the City Lord's Mansion.

The girl's face was red again, but she quickly retreated.

There was no emotion in her tone, and four words popped out of her mouth: "Prodigal son!"

Jiang Ming lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

Then, looking at the boy, the girl took out a porcelain vase from her bosom and threw it away.

Jiang Ming took the porcelain vase suspiciously and glanced at the girl.

"This is the antidote to seven snake venoms, one of the same, which can only be taken by one person. ”

The girl's face was cold, but what she could say made Jiang Ming's heart warm.

He knew that it was the girl who was worried about him, so he gave him an antidote to all the snake venom.

He held the porcelain vase tightly and looked at the girl, his eyes almost overflowing with tears.

As long as he has this medicine, he can give it to the doctor, so that the doctor can judge, which can improve the soldier's chances of survival.

Han Yan'er glanced at Jiang Ming, looked at his touched appearance, and turned her head: "Don't think about it, I'm just repaying you for giving me the pill that day to heal my wounds." ”

Jiang Ming didn't speak.

The girl turned around and took two steps.

Jiang Ming's outstretched hand in mid-air stopped, and the girl also stopped.

"Don't die, prodigal son, next time we meet, this girl will cut off your hands herself!" The girl seemed to remember the first time on the grass mountain, as soon as the boy grabbed her breasts, the red smacks were on her face.

After finishing speaking, he walked away with an oil-paper umbrella.

The boy stood in the alley with a porcelain vase in one hand and his eyes fixed on the other, smirking happily.