This Mr. Wei is actually not old, but he looks vicissitudes, he is also a human being, and the traces left by the years on his body are obviously heavier than ordinary people.

He was wearing a washed white cyan gown, revealing a trace of elegance from his bones.

Hearing someone call him, Mr. Wei turned around and saw Qinglin and Jiang San, but he didn't know him.

"Who are the two?"

Jiang San knows him, it shouldn't be said that Jiang San, it should be the people of the entire Qingyang Town, who know this Mr. Wei.

Unlike Wang Xin's notoriety, this Mr. Wei is a notoriously good guy.

Although Jiang San doesn't have any great skills in Qingyang Town, and he is a trotter, his vision is extremely high, and no one has always been convinced.

Wang Xin is not convinced, Hong Chiyu is not convinced, he is not convinced by the bustard Liu Ma who sends him a monthly column every month, and he does not support the wall when peeing, so he obeys the Mr. Wei in front of him.

Mr. Wei is a serious scholar who came to teach in Qingyang Town ten years ago, but unlike other teachers, he does not charge tuition.

This gave a glimmer of hope to the children in Qingyang Town who couldn't afford to read.

Mr. Wei is very good at teaching, and the children he teaches are often more intelligent and sensible.

There were a few big families in the town who offered high prices to hire him to teach in the house, but he politely refused, so he was ridiculed by others for being pedantic and doing some thankless stupid things.

Mr. Wei just laughed it off and said, "If I teach privately and leave many children with nowhere to study, that would be a real stupidity, and silver is as light as a feather compared to the children's knowledge."

Such a Mr. Wei, who in Qingyang Town can not be respected?

Jiang San said: If he had been born a few years earlier and met Mr. Wei, how could he have gotten into such a miserable situation as a small servant in Piaoxiang Courtyard?

He should have been a long-sleeved, personable, well-read, and admired reader.

Then in the eighteen counties of the Qing court, he mixed up with a literary errand, took the highest salary, and did the most leisurely errand, isn't it fragrant?

Speaking of which, I still suffered the loss of not studying!

After listening to Jiang San's whispered introduction to the deeds of this Mr. Wei, Qinglin was in awe of him.

His second master, Yibing, was also a scholar, teaching him to read and write, and teaching him benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and wisdom... He has always been very respectful.

The Mr. Wei in front of him is a kind-hearted scholar with great wisdom, and Qinglin also has a trace of respect for him.

Hearing Mr. Wei's question, Hang Erlang was like Jiang San, and his face was straightened, and he replied seriously: "My name is Jiang San, seeing that Mr. is struggling to carry the child on his back, I don't know where you are going, if it is useful to me, Mr. just speak." ”

Qinglin stared at Jiang San in surprise, this was the first time he had seen Jiang San talk to someone so seriously, and he hadn't scolded his mother yet.

It seems that Jiang San is not lying, he really admires this Mr. Wei.

"Oh, that doesn't have to be. ”

Mr. Wei smiled kindly at the two of them, and the few of them walked together on the trail and began to talk.

Qinglin then knew that it was the little girl on Mr. Wei's back who suffered from the wind chill at home and came to study, but she had a seizure during class and fainted.

Mr. Wei took her to the doctor, grabbed the medicine, and personally carried her on her back and sent her home.

Jiang San sighed again and again on the side: If there was such a good gentleman to teach him back then, why would it be like this, why would it be like this...

Qinglin looked at the little girl on Mr. Wei's back with a flushed face and a confused expression, and Mr. Wei was also faintly sweating on his forehead, it seemed that he had already exhausted himself after walking so far.

So he said, "I know some superficial medical skills, if you can trust me, sir, can you let me take the pulse of this little girl, maybe it will help." ”

"You?"

Mr. Wei hesitated a little, but when he saw Qinglin's eyes as pure as a mountain spring, he nodded again: "Then I'll trouble you." ”

"No hassle at all. ”

Qinglin replied, found a big tree on the side of the road, and asked Mr. Wei to put Xiao Nizi down, lean on the trunk carefully, and check her pulse.

With his fingers clasped on the vein, Qinglin closed his eyes, and a trace of qi poured into Xiao Nizi's body from between his fingers.

I saw that Xiao Nizi's blood was not smooth, and the veins were not smooth, and in her lungs, there was really a trace of cold invading.

After discovering the disease, more qi gushed out from Qinglin's fingers and entered Xiao Nizi's body, and soon, the cold qi was removed and forced out of the body.

Qinglin can't use the source qi to repair Sister Qing's muscles and bones, but it is still very easy to deal with this little cold qi.

At the same time that Qinglin withdrew his hand, Xiao Nizi opened her smart eyes.

Her face was still a little flushed, but her complexion was very different from before.

She stood up, looked around, and then called softly: "Mr. Wei..."

"Yes. Mr. Wei answered, and probed Xiao Nizi's forehead with the back of his hand, which was no longer so hot.

At the moment, he showed a look of surprise and looked at Qinglin: "Childe can use the qi in his body to get rid of the cold qi in Xiaoqian's body, and his cultivation is really remarkable." ”

This time it was Qinglin's turn to be surprised, Mr. Wei was obviously an ordinary person, even if Mu Li Hong Chiyu was beside him, he might not be able to see through his methods, how did he see it?

Seemingly aware of Qinglin's doubts, Mr. Wei smiled: "When I was young, I went to Qing Court City, saw some of the world, and dealt with many cultivators, so I knew some fur, which made Gongzi smile." ”

Qinglin was stunned, but Mr. Wei gently patted Xiao Nizi's head: "Thank you for this son." ”

Xiao Nizi just woke up, maybe she was still a little confused, but she quickly reacted, she had been groggy and uncomfortable, and now she is much more comfortable, all thanks to the good-looking big brother in front of her, right?

Thinking of Mr. Wei's teachings at the moment, he folded his hands and bowed to Qinglin: "Thank you, big brother." ”

It is not easy for a child who is only five or six years old to know etiquette in this way, which shows that Mr. Wei has his own uniqueness in educating children.

A few people walked forward again, and called Xiaoqian's Nizi who had just recovered from a serious illness and was a little weak, so Mr. Wei carried her again.

Qinglin could see that Mr. Wei was a powerless reader, and it was obviously difficult to carry the little girl on his back.

After knowing that they were going to Lijia Village, south of the town, Jiang San glanced at Qinglin and said that they were also going to Lijia Village, just by the way.

Then rightfully shared the pressure for Mr. Wei and carried Xiaoqian on his back.

Then not long after walking forward, the little girl was not honest on Jiang San's back, she was always moving around, Jiang San couldn't bear it, so it was Qinglin's turn to carry it.

Gently wrapped her hand around Qinglin's neck, and the little girl looked unusually quiet this time.

Jiang San couldn't help but give her a thumbs up: This girl will definitely have a great future in the future, she will learn to look at her appearance and pick people at a young age, and she can't accept it...

Lijia Village, this is a small village with pleasant scenery.

In front of the village, a small river flows slowly, on the other side of the river, is a small hillside, the slope is inhabited by cattle and horses, there are yellow wild chrysanthemums on the hillside, the flowers bloom just right, attracting a few butterflies around.

In the gourd grass in the small river, there are wild ducks playing and playing, this scene seems familiar, which reminds Qinglin of the small mountain village where he has lived for more than ten years.

The view there is even more beautiful than here.

It's just that the scenery is still the same, but people don't know where they have gone...

Qinglin was very melancholy in his heart, grandpa, the three masters, and everyone in the village, where did you go...

"Mr. Wei, I have a regret since I was a child, that is, I haven't read much, today in the face of this situation, suddenly the poetry is booming, I want to write a poem, and I also ask Mr. Wei to comment on it, am I reading that piece of material..."

Just as he was about to step into the village, Jiang San suddenly said this.

Mr. Wei was interested when he heard this, and nodded with a smile: "Listen up." ”

Qinglin and Xiao Xiaoqian on his back also cocked his ears at this time.

Jiang San can also write poetry?

He doesn't look like a talent for this...

There won't be any moths, right?

"Ahem..."Jiang San coughed twice, cleared his throat, looked at the pleasant scenery, and suddenly felt something:

"A duck in the water, a horse on the hillside, a butterfly in the flowers..."

After a pause, he looked at Qinglin:

"We two brothers, enjoy ducks, horses and butterflies together..."

"Poof!"

Mr. Wei almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Qinglin's face is full of strangeness, this poem sounds unpretentious, but somehow, it is full of a stream... Sensuality... The breath...

Well... That's true... Incomprehensible...

True evil...