The moon was dim tonight, and there was very little starlight, and from time to time a few dark clouds dangled in front of the moon.

A dark shadow flashed under the moon, and the next day people saw blacksmiths with broken limbs moaning on the arched bridge at the entrance of the Falling Wild Goose Pagoda.

Time flies.

A few days later, Zhang Fugui returned to the school and told Mr. Long Chenhe about it, except for Ding Wei, everyone else felt uncomfortable about what happened to Li Moru.

Long Chen and Zhang Qingshan also came to the blacksmith shop with Zhang Fugui to visit Li Moru.

Li Moru knew that he was crippled, his whole person collapsed, his face was pale, he didn't talk to anyone, and he washed his face with tears all day long.

After Long Chen, Zhang Qingshan and the others came, the tears in the corners of Li Moru's eyes became even heavier.

Since then, Zhang Fugui has come here every day to accompany Li Moru, telling him about the past, hoping that Li Moru will see it as soon as possible.

Zhao Wumian found a carpenter in the ancient town to make a four-wheeled bicycle for Li Moru, and every day Lao Yang would push Li Moru upstream along the river embankment to relax.

After more than ten days, Li Moru's mood finally improved, and he and Lao Yang Tou looked at the water plants flowing quietly in the clear river water and the tears in the corners of Lao Yangtou's eyes.

Li Moru finally spoke, and he said to Lao Yangtou: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm worried about you." ”

Lao Yang squatted down to wipe away the tears from the corners of Li Moru's eyes, the wrinkles between his eyebrows were squeezed together, and his lips trembled and said: "I'm sorry, Moru, the master is sorry for you, it's the master who hurt you, if the master didn't think about the consequences, you wouldn't have become what you are today." ”

He touched Li Moru's fingers, tears streaming down his eyes, "If—if—I thought it through it at the beginning, you wouldn't—you wouldn't have ......"

Saying that, Lao Yangtou's tears couldn't help but flow down again.

How much he thinks that it is himself who is lying on the four-wheeled bicycle now, in his memory, Li Moru is a person who shouts all day long to be a sword immortal, jumping around all day long, like a monkey, but now, he has become like this.

Li Moru said softly: "Master, Moru doesn't blame you, I really don't blame you, Moru is very fortunate to have a master like you, Moru has died since birth, and his mother raised Moru." ”

"Since I was a child, my neighbors have been bad to Moru, and the best thing for Moru in the world is that his mother is the master, Mr. Mo and Fugui, and Moru is very happy. ”

"I'm just, it's just a little hard to accept, please give me a little more time, give me a little more time, I will definitely be able to accept this reality, I will definitely be able to accept this reality. ”

Saying that, Li Moru's tears couldn't stop falling, and the two of them, one old and one young, cried like this by the river.

At this time, Zhang Fugui walked here with Mr. Mo and a strange-looking Taoist.

Seeing someone coming, Lao Yang Tou hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of Li Moru's eyes, and turned around to wipe the tears on his face.

Old Yang got up and looked at Mr. Mo and asked, "Why are you here?"

Mr. Mo replied: "I came to bring a friend to see Moru, maybe he has a way to get rid of Moru's injury." ”

Old Yang asked excitedly, "What did you say? You said that Moru can still be saved?"

Mr. Mo nodded and said, "If there is anyone else in the world who can save Moru, I think there is only this person except for that old monk." ”

Before Mr. Mo finished speaking, a long-robed Taoist in a green shirt appeared in front of them, and then he reached out and grabbed Li Moru's wrist, put two fingers on the inch veins of Li Moru's left hand, his eyes flashed back and forth, and then touched his beard and said with a smile: "Fusheng Immeasurable Tianzun, this son has excellent talent, and he has not been injured for a long time, and he is still saved, and he is saved." ”

When Lao Yang Tou and Li Moru heard the word "saved", their eyes were shining, staring directly at the slightly thin old Taoist in front of them.

Old Yang Tou hurriedly asked, "Who are you, can you really save our family?"

Lao Dao arched his hands and smiled and said: "The poor Dao method is called Huiyang, people like to call me Huiyang Zhenren, and Mo Jushi is a close friend, fortunately, he has a lot of research in medical skills, if the two of you don't dislike it, you can let the poor Dao try him." ”

Li Moru couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and asked, "Immortal Master, can you really save me?"

The Taoist smiled slightly: "Fifty percent sure." ”

Zhang Fugui said on the side: "Fifty percent will be too little?"

The old Taoist added: "If Mr. Yang is willing to make a sacrifice, the poor Taoist priest is eight points sure that he will cure Li Gongzi, and he can even send Li Gongzi a creation." ”

Lao Yang Tou hurriedly replied: "As long as you can cure Moru, don't say anything about sacrifice, you want the old man's life, and the old man will not give up." ”

The Taoist tilted his head and whispered in Lao Yang's ear.

Old Yang Tou immediately said: "What is this, I naturally agree." ”

"Yang Jushi has to think about it, if you fail, you may die, can you really accept this result?"

"If you don't do this, is there any other way to save Moru?"

"It's not that it's not nothing, it's not impossible if you can find the bone flower in the Western Regions, it's just that no one in the world has ever seen what the bone flower looks like, so I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to find it." ”

"Then what do you want, anyway, I've already lived to this age, and I've lived enough, but Moru is still young, even if there is only a chance, I will try, not to mention that I am eighty percent sure. ”

The old Taoist nodded, "Before this, there are still some medicinal materials that need to be prepared by Yang Jushi." ”

Lao Yang Tou took the paper handed to him by the old Taoist, "No problem, I will do this matter, then when will I start treating Moru." ”

The Taoist said, "When the medicinal materials are ready, just come to Mr. Mo's residence together." ”

"Why is he there and not me?"

The old Taoist said: "There is a cold pool near Mr. Mo's house, and the water of the cold pool will be used at that time, so I have to be at Mr. Mo's residence, and I hope that Yang Jushi can understand." ”

Old Yang Tou bowed to the old Taoist and said, "Okay, the old man is here to thank the Taoist chief, when we prepare the medicinal materials, we will go to you, tomorrow, I will take Moru to Mr. Mo's residence." ”

At night, Huiyang and Mr. Mo played against each other in the courtyard, "The moon is clear tonight, and this place is very quiet, I think you came here to cultivate your mind?"

Mr. Mo lightly put the white characters on the chessboard, smiled slightly and said, "It's just to pay off the debt, but I didn't expect you to really come." ”

Huiyang said with a smile: "I've known each other for many years, you rarely ask me for anything, it's rare for you to open your mouth, I naturally want to come, by the way, which one of you in the West Wing should be the son of Cao Bin, I didn't expect that after so many years, you still have a friendship." ”

Mr. Mo seemed to think of something, but he was relieved after only staying for a moment, "It's not any friendship, it's just going with the flow." ”

Huiyang Daoist fell and said with a smile: "And there seems to be another big man among your students, I haven't thought about it for so many years, and the Great Song Dynasty still misses you." ”

Mr. Mo followed closely beside Huiyang Luozi, and at all, "I am not me, why should people be named by me? They won't stay long, and it's estimated that they'll be gone in four or five years. ”

Huiyang looked up at Mr. Mo and asked, "What about you, when are you leaving?" And what does this have to do with the child today, it is worth opening this mouth." ”

"I don't know, the world is complicated, there is no place for me to live, maybe find another quiet place to die, as for this child, his name is Li Moru, I think you should already know, he and I have a fate, after the child's father died, it was not easy for his mother to take him, he was talented and intelligent, and his nature was pure, so he should go further to see it. ”

"Why don't you move to my Qingya Peak, you and I talk about the scriptures, write poems and play the piano, isn't it also a good thing to be two old guys?"

"Forget it, you and I are not all the way. ”

Huiyang fell, "You lost." ”

Mr. Mo got up and stretched his arms, "I haven't seen you for many years, but your chess skills have improved a lot." ”

"It's because you haven't played chess for a long time, and you're rusty. ”

Mr. Mo asked, "Are you really eighty percent sure that you can cure Moru?"

Hui Yang smiled: "If you are willing to move to my Qingya Peak, I am ten percent sure." ”

"You're still like this for so many years, and it really hasn't changed at all. ”

"You've changed a lot, why?"

"I don't know. ”

The two of them have white heads, and they are more like two immortals under the moonlight.

The next day, the sun was rising, and the white mist was still hanging in the mountains, and he was unwilling to leave.

Lao Yang Tou and Zhao Wumian took Li Moru to Mr. Mo's residence, and Mr. Mo gave the students a holiday today, so that they would not come to the school.

Zhang Fugui got up early and happened to meet Li Moru and others on the way to the blacksmith shop, so he took Li Moru's four-wheeled car from Lao Yangtou.

Li Moru leaned on the four-wheeled bicycle and was happy and frightened in his heart, happy that Huiyang Daoist said that he could treat Li Moru's injury, and what he was afraid of was that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, he was afraid that when the time came, he would not only not be able to save himself but also hurt Lao Yangtou.

These days, he feels that Lao Yang Tou is like a father with him, and he already regards him as his own relative in his heart, and he doesn't want to see any problems with his master.

It was precisely because of this ambivalence, and it was because of this ambivalence that he did not dare to stop Lao Yang Tou when he heard what Huiyang Daoist said yesterday.

The four-wheeled vehicle was moving slowly, and Li Moru saw the alley not far away and remembered the scene when Zhang Fugui rushed over desperately that day, and then remembered that he had woken up for so long and had never thanked Zhang Fugui.

Li Moru opened his mouth and said, "Fugui, thank you, thank you for rushing to my side in that situation." ”

Zhang Fugui smiled: "What's so thankful for this, we are the best brothers, besides, if the person who was beaten one day was replaced by me, I think Moru you would definitely rush over desperately." ”

Li Moru was moved: "But I still want to thank you, thank you for everything you have done for me." ”

Zhang Fugui said with a smile: "Moru, why did you suddenly become a mother-in-law, I'm not used to it, if you really want to repay me, get better quickly, and take me to have a good meal in the future." ”

"Definitely. ”

"I've written it down, so don't think about paying the bills when the time comes. ”

Looking at the two children talking and laughing in front of him, even Lao Yang Tou was glad that Li Moru had such a friend.