This short wind blew the storyteller's small half-white hair, and he frowned and said, "How did you become like this, could it be that this is the real self?"

Li Shuishan closed his mouth.

"No, no. ”

Since then, the old man who rowed him to see him off would never have imagined that this like-minded young man would look like this and say such words.

The storyteller took him very tightly with the men who had just walked by.

But turning a street corner, I was completely confused. It's a food street, and it happens to be a free tasting for hundreds of friends, and these people are passing customers.

The storyteller forgot to follow up with this group of big men carrying food on their backs and walked into the food.

Qingshui City is like two moths, even if their bellies are half-full, they can't resist the temptation of the city's food.

They stood in the middle of the street, as if they were constantly scanning some delicacies, and at a glance they saw a small gourd still in the distance, as well as crispy chicken bubbling with oil and salt, all kinds of things, so that the storyteller could not scruple about Li Shuishan.

Food is reserved for those tourists. Every time someone tugged at their clothes and asked, "Taste it for free, never ask for money."

Li Shuishan will follow behind the storyteller, like a fart.

They have never experienced such a good thing, and they linger with pleasure.

The flower cat in the bookshelf went to forage for food by itself, and it also came back after eating. Li Shuishan didn't dare to ask him what he ate, so he knew that he also had some skills.

After a while.

The two of them remembered to follow the pair of men who were carrying them to the city lord's mansion, but after thinking about it, Li Shuishan said: "Even if we don't look for it, just find someone and ask." Maybe we don't even have to ask. ”

The storyteller saw that he was smart-minded, nodded and said, "It's the right road, the place where you go directly." ”

......

Walked across a few small bridges.

A middle-aged man in a loose purple robe, followed by a young girl.

There were tears in the corners of the girl's eyes, but she was still called by the middle-aged man in the loose robe, and she quickened her pace.

He turned around, waited for the woman to come to the front, turned back, hugged the woman, and said delicately: "Don't panic, I'm very relieved." If you follow me and make a room, I can give your brother a small official position, you don't have to be so inferior, and I am also a person who calls for rain in the city. What's so embarrassing?"

The woman holds a white handkerchief in her hand and wears a slightly simple, clear white long-necked blouse. The clothes have dark brown silk threads showing off their strange and strong branches, and the plum blossoms outlined with peach silk threads, walking with a sense of quiet flow, showing his slender posture even more.

The middle-aged man in a loose robe was careless, and it was precisely because the woman was slow to answer his words that she asked again:

"Are you still hesitating?"

"Your father needs me to do something to save him, or else you will have to wear a white coat to see him off. The woman was a little embarrassed.

The middle-aged man in a wide robe flicked his sleeves and said, "You still don't want to keep up with me?"

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and reached out to hold his arm, just like a husband and wife, looking so open.

When Li Shuishan walked by, the woman in the painting woke up. Her crying was so faint that only Li Shuishan could hear it.

"Are you talking about him?" Li Shuishan stopped, and according to the information provided by the woman in the painting, he saw the middle-aged man in the wide robe at a glance. From a distance, there is nothing peculiar, only a broad skull and an inch of beard, which looks a little greasy. It's so ordinary, let him take a closer look.

When he stepped up and walked behind him, he saw only half of his face, and the storyteller said, "Follow along, go and see." ”

When he walked to the middle-aged man's side, he inadvertently glanced at the man's face. The scrolls in the bookshelf trembled, and a painful wail came out in Li Shuishan's mind, and then the woman's face surrounded his mind, and this cold breath made Li Shuishan tremble, and the bookshelf on his body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he was a little out of breath.

The red glint in his eyes flashed like a hostile murderer, and he muttered, "Kill him!"

As soon as he finished saying this, a white mist appeared on Li Shuishan's body, and the storyteller grabbed Li Shuishan's shoulders and dragged him back. Xiao Yun returned to the painting, but Li Shuishan's body was morally resolute, and an aura that surpassed his body was awakened, he clenched his fists tightly and said, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, do you see it clearly, what does it look like?" the storyteller asked.

He shook his head and said, "He walked a little fast, I didn't see it clearly, only half of his face." ”

The storyteller stopped, unaware of what he was thinking.

......

The woman in the arms of the middle-aged man twisted her waist, but she didn't know what was going on, and she was completely pleasing the man.

But the middle-aged figure in loose clothes noticed the abnormality of the two men and quickened his pace.

One step, stepping into a store.

There is a large torii hanging in the store, which reads "Propaganda Pharmacy", and there are four or five busy juniors inside. They held a small medicine jar in their hands and listened to a white-bearded old man reprimanded inside. But it was a man in a long shirt who was about the same age as the middle-aged man just now.

This poem, which hangs on the medicine cabinet, looks like a good look at the disease, and those who are interested in the sick are sent by them, saying:

The ancient heavenly doctor, thinking differently, adjusting the five elements, saving people's lives.

Looking at a pack of small medicine boiled in the water, there are three points that are not missed. Although the taste is bitter, the heart is sweet.

The royal gift is sent to the world, and the fine doctor is dedicated to passing on the ancient teachings.

The pharmacy that edified others made Li Shuishan show a trace of memories, but he had only seen it here, not in Taiping Town. It's just that I've heard that Mr. has treated people, and the pharmacies there can't compare to the magnanimity of this. The storyteller said to it:

"February, orchid three, white grass, four-leaf ginseng, schisandra, six divine comedy, seven-leaf lotus, eight centimeters, hemp and nine mile incense. ”

Li Shuishan couldn't understand what the storyteller said, which looked like a poem, and there were too many herbs mixed in it. If one of them he had only heard of was the February Orchid, it was a purple-colored flower, and if he was in the middle of the mountain, he would find it at the foot of the mountain, and put him in his sleeve.

In fact, the meaning of this sentence is difficult for storytellers to explain.

It seemed like he was reminded of some kind of memory.

After the middle-aged man took the woman away, the shopkeeper went into the back room together. When the shopkeeper came out, he squinted his eyes and smiled at the two of them: "Two gentlemen, do you want to cure any disease?"

Li Shuishan shook his head and said:

"No, just ask, what's the name of the boy who went in just now? It's kind of like an acquaintance of mine. ”

"Oh! That person is Guo Shuiyun in the city, the third son of Guo Daxia. ”

"Who is Guo Daxia?" he said respectfully: "It seems that Mr. is from out of town, so it is better to come in and sit down." I'll tell you in detail. ”

The storyteller tugged at his arm and smiled, "No trouble." ”

The two ran away.

The woman and the man in the loose robe showed their faces, and as she spoke, she stuffed a piece of silver into his bosom and said, "That's right. Didn't reveal my identity. ”

"These two people, one looks like a scholar, and the other looks like a swordsman. I just don't know why they're chasing me. Although I have offended a lot of people, in Qingshui City, no one dares to follow me so boldly. Looks like I'm going to have to be careful. ”

The two ran to the side like this, and the storyteller couldn't help but give Li Shuishan a fist and hit him in the head. The back elbow touched the branch behind it.

This place is just a small alley in the middle of nowhere, and there are no people in it. Even the storyteller almost paid the price for his recklessness, reprimanding: "You should not be so anxious to answer the shopkeeper's words." ”

"You're still too impatient, and I haven't seen you so ruthless. You don't have the skills of other people to practice martial arts. I could see at a glance whether you were completely hostile to him or not, and quickened my pace. You're still keeping up, trying to kill someone?"

"Nope. He said.

For the first time, I had the familiar feeling of being reprimanded for drinking, but I didn't know that I was still laughing. But I just don't know why I'm laughing.

An old woman in a flowery dress walked out of the door and sat on a stone bench on the side, watching the storyteller teach Li Shuishan.

She sometimes smiled, afraid that the storyteller would misunderstand, so she hurriedly said: "When I see you, I think of my son who reprimanded my son who is not angry, and I know how to gamble and go to the Qinglou." Now I'm about to gamble all my family's savings, and it's been like this for many years. It's a pity that I can't hold that kid's heart, and I'm a lot older now. It's a piece of meat in my heart, alas, and I just don't listen. ”

The storyteller said: "The old man is afraid that he has a great lifespan and can live a long time." If you don't have this small problem, you may live longer. ”

"My husband can see the doubts in my heart, and I am indeed angry with my son as if he will not live long. Even if he doesn't live long, he doesn't want his son to be like this. I don't know what trouble I'm going to cause, but I can't close my eyes until this day comes. ”

She couldn't cry tears in her old eyes, looked at the storyteller with a hint of pleading, and said:

"I'm afraid I won't live for a few years, so is there anything that Mr. can teach me to help me solve this problem that has plagued me for most of my life.

Look at Mr. is dressed in gray, you should be carrying a sword behind you, and the Taoists are all dressed like you, you can help me. If the scholar next to you reads a lot, what ideas can he get back to normal. I can't thank you enough!"

When Li Shuishan heard this, he could only look at the face of the storyteller.

The old woman said without disgust: "I still have two small guest rooms at home, which are the last savings left over from the hard work of my wife and my wife all our lives." If you don't dislike it, stay there. I still understand one cause and one effect, and at this time, I owe it to the two gentlemen. ”

Li Shuishan was called Mr., and his heart was a little uncomfortable. Because no one has ever called him that, and the most common one is "little boy." ”

The storyteller nodded.

The old woman in Huayi was excited, so she took them into the door.