After entering the city, Jiang Sheng and Tie Wuya went straight to rest at the Chengdong Inn. Although it has entered early spring, there is no sunshine in the south of the Yangtze River in March, and the wind is still cold, as if the cold in midwinter is still hanging on the branches, and it refuses to come down.

After a night, Tie Wuya pushed the door into the house, ready to wait for the young master to get up. Unexpectedly, Jiang Sheng had already gotten up early, and was looking at a thick medical book in the flickering candlelight, the title page of which had been yellowed, but it was neat and clean. The long eyelashes jumped from time to time in the golden candlelight.

"Young Master, your body and bones are weak, plus you have traveled a long distance from the Tianshan Mountains, your legs have been sitting for a long time, your muscles are relaxed, your blood cannot get venous pressure, your circulatory function is weakened, and you are extremely tired at regular intervals, so don't read books for the time being!" Tie Wuya said nervously.

"It's okay, I was really sleepy last night, and the sleepiness came unconsciously, Meimei felt much better after a good night's sleep!" Jiang Sheng continued to immerse himself in reading, unconsciously turned a page, and said eloquently: "The book is affectionate like an old friend, and the morning and dusk are happy and happy." Reading is a kind of entertainment, read more books, read good books, life will get rid of impetuousness, be good at decision-making, be content with truth-seeking, have the courage to take responsibility, and be good at planning. ”

"Young master, you are a book-lover, a scholar of the past and the present, well-read and memorized, not only a genius in medicine, but also a genius in the world, how can there be any impetuous shadow in your life?"

"Even if I am a miracle doctor who is proficient in Qi Huang and rejuvenates with skillful hands, what can I do? Twenty-six years have passed, my body has been weak, and I am even more helpless about my leg disease, so I can only wait to be killed and become a cripple; even if I am only eight high, what if I am rich and rich? I am just a wandering doctor in the rivers and lakes, mixed in the red dust, and in the end it is inevitable that I will not be buried by fate, and I will not leave a trace of dust. Jiang Sheng's temperament was a little joyful, with great ups and downs, his face suddenly became gloomy, and finally he closed the book and threw it heavily on the desk.

"There is not much difference between reading this book and not reading it, reading it today or reading it tomorrow, it is nothing more than bending your waist for fame and fortune. I don't care about these worldly fetters, so why waste my time on them. Jiang Sheng stretched his waist lazily, and Yurong said with a hint of tiredness: "There is a panic in the house, accompany me out for a walk - they all say 'the world is nine stops, and Yanmen is the head', what is the wonder?"

In the early morning of the West Pass, still awakened by the first ray of morning light in the east, a master and a servant swayed at both ends of the city gate from east to west, last night because it was too dark, there was no good line of sight to enjoy the Gouzhu Mountain described by the ancients as "God made by heaven", today taking advantage of the bright sunshine, looking up at the majesty of "the three passes to be incomparable, the nine sai respect the first pass", and the forest passes along the way, the winding ridge of the Great Wall, Jiang Sheng is obviously in a good mood, and his eyes are happy.

"Young master, this Xiongguan is close to the mountains, connecting the Hanhai Sea and reaching Youyan, it is bustling with people, and it must also be a frequent place for many celebrities and celebrities. Tie Wuya saw that Jiang Sheng's face was good, his expression was leisurely, and he asked as he liked.

"Yanmen and Ningwu, the head and called the inner Great Wall of the 'outer three passes', the wall pheasant moat is dense, the beacon echoes each other from afar, the eighteen passes are connected as a whole, and the eternal is the place where the soldiers must be conquered. Li Mu, the general of the Zhao State, defeated 100,000 horses of the Xiongnu by virtue of the danger of Guancheng; the famous generals of the Han Dynasty, Li Guang, Wei Qing, and Huo Quai, once fought in Liao here, and the soldiers met each other, and the land was thousands of miles away, and the power was outside; in the Tang Dynasty, Andong also protected Xue Rengui, who also killed thousands of enemies, and the good news was frequently reported here--- it was not a gathering place for celebrities and rioters, but a burial place where the bones of a thousand people were accomplished. Jiang Sheng raised his forehead slightly, frowning.

"The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with rouge and night purple. When he stared at the "natural danger" plaque corresponding to the "geographical advantage" plaque carved on the forehead of the east city gate, he felt a little desolate and tragic in his heart, and couldn't help but recite the good sentence of Li He, a ghost genius in the Tang Dynasty.

"Li He, also known as the 'poet ghost', was depressed and sick all his life, and died at the age of 27 in the former residence of Changgu; I was given the title of 'medical ghost', and I was also sad and sick for half of my life, and this year I saw that after 26 years, I don't know when and in what month I will die. Jiang Sheng's tone was sharp, and he changed his tone almost instantly.

"Bah, bah, bah, young master, how can it be? You are sick because you have been weak since you were a child, but after years of careful recuperation by the Ban Slope people, there is no big problem, except for ......" Tie Wuya subconsciously glanced at Jiang Sheng's knees, and immediately added: "The most important reason for Li Changji's early death is that he couldn't get rid of the shackles of fame and fortune, and he was unsuccessful in his career, and finally died of depression. Young master, you only want to live freely, how can you compare?"

"It really can't be compared, although he is unfortunate, but his soul returns to his hometown and dies, even if I die early, I will eventually be a lonely ghost wandering around, unable to find my roots. Jiang Sheng was slightly sad, his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he said with a slightly sad face.

Tie Wuya saw that the topic inadvertently aroused the most sore spot in the young master's heart, and immediately regretted wanting to drill into the ground.

He just wanted to find a comforting reason to comfort his master, but unexpectedly, the corners of Jiang Sheng's lips raised slightly, with a smile that seemed to be nothing, and said indifferently: "I am blessed by the sky, I am generous and virtuous to welcome it;

After that, Jiang Sheng actually smiled, stroked a bunch of green silk on his shoulder, and said with a melodious expression: "Wuya, you pushed me to the bazaar, I heard that the knife-cut noodles in Jincheng are the best in the world, let's go open the taste, I'm a little hungry......"

Walking to the downtown in the east of the city, it was already the right time, the street was full of people, the shouts of the peddlers and pawns were mixed with the noise of the people in cloth, and occasionally there were businessmen and eunuchs, eunuchs and soldiers gathered among them.

Go forward 200 meters, a big banner flutters in the wind, the three words "meet again" are written in regular script on it, it is a stilted loft noodle restaurant, the business is booming, and it is known as the "Taiyuan Tianzi No. 1" that has not fallen for 30 years. Jiang Sheng, under the support of Tie Wuya, was about to step into the threshold of the store with his popularity, only to hear the door of a grain, oil and rice store on the street next door being kicked open, followed by a stern reprimand, and a woman covering her head and crying.

"You woman, you are so vicious, I work hard for the livelihood of my family, I often go out to deliver goods, you are not at home to manage the family affairs well, serve your parents, but you have been abusing my eldest son for a long time, in the rain, snow and freezing weather, he made cotton clothes with reed flowers, bathed in cold water, it is really a poisonous scorpion!" On the other side of the bed sat a childish child about six or seven years old, holding a rock sugar gourd in his left hand and a wooden horse in his right hand.

Following the noise, several neighbors gathered in front of the window or door in pieces, and pointed at the women in the house: "Usually this shrew is spicy and fierce, just scold the neighbors at every turn, last time I couldn't find a few copper coins, I just said that her eldest son stole it, and beat the doll while the man was not at home!"

"She is like a treasure to her own baby, and like a root grass to her ex-wife's baby, and she is good at superficial work. The man came back, and the tiger head still had food, clothing, and clothing, and it seemed that the family was okay; as soon as the man left, he turned his face, called the tiger head to be a servant, and beat and scolded him arbitrarily according to his mood!" A lady still had a needle and thread in her hand, and she was a little indignant, and sighed again: "It's only to blame the tiger head that this child is honest, and his mother walks early, and is used to being angry and silent!" "Now it's okay, retribution is coming, this Diao woman is bedridden with a disease, and it is said that she has fallen into evil spirits, and she only knows that she is hungry in her belly, but she doesn't want to eat and drink." The man also knows that his conduct is bad, and if he investigates his fault, I am afraid that he will be divorced!" a young woman said with a little pleasure on her face, and her eyebrows fluttered. Jiang Sheng was not interested in this market matter, but he took pity on the child's cry, so he stopped for a while. He glanced at the bedridden woman through the window lattice, felt a little regret, and said coldly: "It is indeed retribution, her face is pale, and it is the weakness of her spleen and stomach that causes the loss of qi and blood." But what killed her was the perforation caused by inflammation of the abdomen and intestines, and the dull pain affected her appetite, and even if she was not starved to death, the dull pain would soon spread to the left and right shoulders, evolving into severe pain, and she would go into shock at any time. After that, Jiang Sheng was about to turn around and push his wheelchair into the "Meet Again" noodle restaurant. In the moment of looking back, a child named Tiger Head, about eleven or twelve years old, broke into his field of vision out of breath. It turned out that when he went out early in the morning, Hutou went out with his father Yao Lin to send rapeseed oil to the neighboring town, because the weather was warm and cold, wearing a cotton coat made of reed flowers, he couldn't help but shiver because of the cold, and dropped a jar of rapeseed oil on the ground. Lu Hua flew out with the broken slit of his clothes, and Yao Lin knew that his eldest son was being abused, and he was so anxious that he ignored the tiger's head to block it, and drove home angrily, asking his wife for an explanation, and planned to divorce his stepwife. Seeing that he couldn't resist his father, the tiger head trotted all the way back to the house with the donkey cart, knelt down and begged his father to forgive his stepmother, looked at the woman who was lying in bed and the younger brother who was snuggled aside, and said sincerely with tears in his eyes: "Leaving my mother is just me alone to suffer from the cold, and my mother's two children will be frozen!" The father was very moved after hearing this, and the father and son hugged each other. After hearing this, the stepmother regretted her mistake, and her tears couldn't help but flow down, her tone was choked, she covered the labor pain in her abdomen, hugged her young son, and said again and again: "I...... Wrong, wrong, I was wrong...... It's a pity that it's late!" Seeing this scene, the onlookers were a little soft-hearted, and they all sighed and said: "I knew today, why bother in the first place? Now that I am seriously ill, even if I want to be a good wife and mother, I am afraid I will not be able to survive a few days!" Jiang Sheng, who saw everything in his eyes, his eyes were a little swelling, and the blood and family affection touched his numb nerves, and his clear face revealed a trace of complicated emotions. He sat in a wheelchair, raised his right index finger slightly, and Tie Wuya willingly turned the wheelchair around and slowly drove towards the "Yao Ji Grain, Oil and Rice Store".

"It's not too late, after surviving the seven-day medication period, slowly recuperate, and there is still a chance to be a good mother again. Jiang Sheng said softly outside the store, his fair skin setting off his pale peach-colored lips. "The insider suddenly fell ill, and in recent days, he only knew that he was hungry, but he didn't want to eat, and his body was not as good as day by day. I asked Lao Langzhong in the south of the city to diagnose it, saying that it was Shaoyin Junhuo, which caused palpitations and shortness of breath, but I couldn't find out the specific reason, so I could only stay in bed to recuperate. Later, I asked the fairy aunt to read it again, saying that it was a feng shui taboo, and if you fall into evil, you may die soon!" Yao Lin wiped the tears on his face, and said in a tone full of doubts. "You invited Lang Zhonghe Divine Woman, not our young master!" Tie Wuya was obviously a little angry. Jiang Sheng was very calm, he stared at everyone's surprised gaze with his usual arrogant demeanor, and a gold thread as thin as silk and light as a down was ejected from his fingertips like plucking the strings in an instant, directly aimed in the direction, through the window lattice in the store, and accurately wrapped around the left wrist of the bedridden woman. "Don't worry, my young master is taking the pulse of Mrs. Zun, and there is no other malice. Tie Wuya explained. Suddenly, the golden thread was taken back like a spirit snake, hidden in Jiang Sheng's white robe, and a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching. "I just preliminarily concluded that Mrs. Zun's condition was caused by gastrointestinal perforation, so I proposed to decoction of Chinese medicine such as turmeric, angelica, ginseng and other configurations for seven days, plus my special life-sustaining snow cream, to save her life. Jiang Sheng raised his eyebrows, and continued: "Now that she has been diagnosed, her condition belongs to the virtual type, and there is a surplus of internal fire, presumably Mrs. Zun is also prone to mood swings in addition to improper daily diet, so jealous, so picky, and good face." "Divine doctor, please save my mother quickly!" Tiger Head stepped out of the room and quickly kowtowed. "Although she is a stepmother, but also as a mother, she not only loves you, but is harsh on you, is it rare for you not to hate her?" Jiang Sheng asked with a frown. "Why hate? How painful it is to hate a person's heart, let alone his own mother. Although the tiger head is young, it is the way in one word. Jiang Sheng didn't say anything more, he turned his wheelchair and turned his back to the shop, "I can't guarantee a long life, Mrs. Zun should have thirty years of longevity!" Jiang Sheng wrote down a medicine without a long time, took out a crystal bottle from his arms, poured out a round crimson pill, handed it to the tiger head, and said with a smile: "This is my secret baby red pill, take the aura of the Tianshan Mountain, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, have a cold breath, can reconcile yin and yang, dispel illness and prolong life--take the prescription and the pill to save your mother's life!" ”

"Thank you, big brother, no, thank you for the great mercy of the divine doctor!" After all, the child who grew up in Shangjia's family, the tiger head spoke with an adult's tone, and he held the pill with joy, feeling a little cold and piercing, and ran to the sickbed with a smoke, and carefully waited for the woman to swallow it.

For a moment, the woman's face showed a very shocked look, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she continued to look refreshed, her face was like a lotus, and she surprised others: "It feels really good, like bathing in the sun, and ......the body is so comfortable" said, hugged the tiger head and the young son beside him, and said with tears: "Mother must love you well and make up for your previous mistakes - Tiger Head, you are really a good son of your mother, mother is sorry for you, and I am sorry for your deceased mother, well, ......"

In the words, Yao Lin repeatedly bent down to thank him, and the woman also jumped off the bed in a hurry, kneeling down to thank Jiang Sheng and Tie Wuya for saving their lives: "Thank you for your heart, and saved the slave's life." ”

Jiang Sheng was calm and calm, and said in a cold voice: "You are wrong, it is not me who saves people, but your son Hutou - I have never been a person with great compassion, and I don't seem to have any extra leisure to care about the life and death of others, let alone the medical virtue of hanging a pot to help the world." ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, which were like star swords, and turned around and said indifferently: "I gave the pill, just because of the filial piety of the tiger head and unexpectedly gained a touch, and I was soft-hearted for a while--I am a very rare person with a heart, and occasionally my numb mentality is shaken by the fetters of the world, and it feels good." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Sheng walked straight to the noodle restaurant accompanied by Tie Wuya. On both sides of the entrance to the restaurant, there is a couplet printed with "Look down and don't see up, smell the fragrance yesterday and smell it again today", although it is not neat, but it is also quite appropriate to the artistic conception of the "meet again" banner.

And the scene that just happened happened to break into the eyes of the group, and it was the Eight Sages King, Zihan, and Qing Yu. In the attic of "meeting again", they looked at the "Yao Ji Grain, Oil and Rice Shop" more than ten meters away, chatting with different expressions.

"Look, sir, it's the unruly little white face and black charcoal head at the city gate yesterday. Qing Yu sat on the bench sideways, picked up the broad beans, melons and fruits on the plate at random with one hand and sent them to his mouth, and pointed in the direction with a slightly surprised expression: "He used the golden silk of the Western Regions to diagnose the pulse, and his shot was extraordinary. "A six-foot pear blossom halberd leaned on his back, still not leaving his body.

"The eyebrows are a little red, and the piano is a thread, suspected to be a beautiful girl in the flowers, but she is a dignified and wonderful man, known as the medical ghost 'Tearless Jiang Zhongjing'. Zi Han leaned against the pillar, clasped his arms with both hands, raised his eyebrows like the moon slightly, and said in a clear tone: "I should have thought that it was him a long time ago—unfortunately, I never thought that the legendary miracle doctor ghost hand in the rivers and lakes was actually a person who was already in a wheelchair at a young age." Between the words, a voice of regret fell.