In the evening, under the sunset, in the cold, the two came to a mountain stream.

A crystal clear creek with a howling north wind rubbing over the surface of the stream, forming a thick layer of ice, through which the blue-green and mossy stones at the bottom of the stream are sparse and clearly recognizable. In the middle of the stream and around it, there was land submerged in the water, and the trunks of the trees standing straight on them had been blown off all their leaves by the wind, and even the branches stood alone in the cold water, and their reflections were reflected in the icy water, which was extremely cold.

Suddenly, I looked up, an octagonal tile house stood on the opposite side of the stream, and the surrounding of the tiled house was full of winter plums, which opened in the cold, red like blood, and the depression at the stream seemed to be two lifetimes. A cold wind whistled, and the flower branches shook and trembled, like graceful willow branches trembling twice, but they stood heroically, without seeing the slightest bow of the head and bones. The branches are clustered with red glow, which is even more red and cold. The smiling face of cherry red, the flowers killed the biting chill, before they got closer, both sides of the nose were already full of faint fragrance, the branches bent and circled, and the flowers jumped and danced between the brown branches as if they were flying butterflies drunk, Yan Mubai's heart suddenly fell, as if being watered by the cold sake, and he was suddenly slightly drunk.

Just as he was in a hurry, a sudden roar penetrated into his eardrums, and the old man said in a loud voice: "Look at what to see, don't leave yet." ”

Yan Mubai's chin stretched out, and he asked curiously, "Go, how to go?"

The old man slapped him on the shoulder, grabbed his clothes, and stepped on the ice. Yan Mubai was shocked, only to find out that the ice layer could actually bear the weight of two people, he was happy and surprised, and couldn't help but giggle twice. The old man turned his head suddenly, a pair of cloudy eyes suddenly opened the boss, like the protruding eyes of two river frogs, Yan Mubai's heart was cold, and he held back the smile between his eyebrows and lips.

When the two entered the small courtyard, Yan Mubai's eyes swept over, and the courtyard was deserted and almost uninhabited. His gaze swept to the corner of the wall, slightly stunned, only to see a man squatting over there, at the end of dusk at this moment, he was wearing a blue-gray robe. The man had his back to them, and when he looked from behind, he was as thin as a shriveled branch. He held a broom in his right hand, as if to clear the fallen plums from the cracks in the wall, and after a moment stood up slightly and slowed down, then arched himself and continued to sweep the ground.

"A mountain. The old man spoke, and the man turned.

Yan Mubai was slightly surprised, this person's face was very old, at first glance, as little as sixty, his sparse hair was already completely white, and the long beard on his chin was even less, his face was yellow, his forehead and cheeks were slightly sunken, and the rest of the place was wrinkled, and his eyes were like stagnant water in a deep pool, without waves.

When he turned to see the two of them, his two dry hands trembled and folded together, and he shook his hands. The throat was just like a pinch, and he squeezed out: "Yes, you're back!" The voice was obscure and ugly, but it was like deliberately gritting your teeth, which made people listen to it horrively.

"Hmm. After the two of them said hello, the old man who was called Yishan turned around and swept the ground again, as if the heaven and earth were nothing but the tranquility of the moment of falling plums, without waves.

Yan Mubai's eyes wandered over the two of them, and he said in his heart: "This old man is quirky enough to look at his temper, and this person in front of him is even more than this, as if he is half dead." ”

He looked up into the house, puzzled. I have seen before, although this old man has a strange temper, but he really heals the sick and saves people, it stands to reason that this place should be very lively, but the whole house is like a vegetarian, cold and terrible.

"What do you want? Don't come in yet!" The old man saw that he was a little slower, and suddenly let out a urging, his voice was extremely loud and full of energy, which made Yan Mubai's ears tingle for a while, so he quickly moved his legs and quickly followed.

After coming in, Yan Mubai looked around and saw that the house was empty. From east to west, there is only a huge four-tier bookshelf, placed against the wall, and the overall arrangement on it is placed more than two people high books, and a ladder is placed on the inside. Near the window sash, there is also a row of fine curtains wrapped in white cloth, obviously the owner of this place cherishes the collection of books, lest the wind, frost, rain and dew outside the room be contaminated, and the books will be clean. A large red lacquered wood table and a few armchairs stand sparsely on the south side, unlike the ordinary people's tables, which are placed in a ring shape on the outside, but they are all stacked in the corner of the wall, arranged in a row. Although the setting sun casts a faint soft glow, the faintly discernible smoke of the whole room still makes people feel slightly gloomy.

The old man walked over and pulled the table and chair over with a few spurs. As soon as he sat down, his right hand stretched out his middle finger, his palm was up, and his bone joints knocked lightly on the table twice, Yan Mubai immediately walked over obediently, raised his left hand and placed it on the table.

The old man frowned with two thick black eyebrows, obviously a stubborn disease that was incurable, at first only covered with two fingers, then four, after a long time of diagnosis, but not feasible, suddenly twisted his body, changed his hands, and raised his left hand and pressed it again.

Seeing that the more he was diagnosed, the more angry he became, his brows gradually twisted, the hot air spewing out of his nose became thicker and thicker, and suddenly with a snap, the palm of his anger slapped straight on the thick square table. The room is already deserted, and this time it comes to the ears, and it can't help but make people's hairs stand on end.

Yan Mubai was so sorry in his heart, if his illness was not cured, he would not be cured, and others would be kind enough to help him heal, if he was angry, he would really feel uneasy.

He stretched his neck forward and said, "Old gentleman, don't be angry, this disease can't be cured, forget it, I should change my mood when I come to this fairy-like place." ”

Who knows, the old man let out a short snort in his throat, then raised his eyebrows, and said: "Who said that I can't be cured, there are diseases that I Jiang Yuchun can't cure in this world, if you stay here for a longer time, I will definitely be able to find a good cure for you." ”

"Jiang Yuchun?" Yan Mubai was stunned, as if he was firmly frozen, but he saw the old man pondering to himself, as if he hadn't heard it. He pondered for a moment, then took the words back from his lips. Xin said: "I really have a lot of fate with Huan'er, and I can meet her doctor master here." ”

Jiang Yuchun stood up, stood with his hands in his hands, tilted his head and pondered for a long time, and muttered in his mouth: "This kind of illness is really tricky, the heart is damaged, but it seems that there is vitality inside, it stands to reason that it should get worse and worse, how does it seem to be a little slow to repair." He turned his head and said, "Do you have another adventure?"

Yan Mubai said: "The younger generation was fortunate to be instructed by several masters outside the world and passed on a set of mental methods to me, saying that it was of great benefit to me. ”

Jiang Yuchun nodded after hearing this, and after a long time, his cloudy eyes turned around, and suddenly they shone brightly, which scared Yan Mubai a lot, and asked tremblingly: "Does the old gentleman have a way?"

Jiang Yuchun jumped to his side, a touch of intriguing smile appeared on his dark face in the blink of an eye, and he just wanted to say a few words, but suddenly the light in his eyes dimmed again, and his face instantly returned to his previous anger and hatred, as if a high-minded talker was suddenly demolished and dug into the corner of the wall and then quickly died down, shrugged his head, and looked depressed.

Yan Mubai was so surprised, stood up and asked, "If Mr. has something to say, you might as well say it directly." ”

Jiang Yuchun sighed and said: "Your heart is damaged and there are signs of repair, it stands to reason that the treatment effect is naturally the best at this time, but there is a treatment method in my heart, which is to introduce blood worms into the meridian blood level, and then use gold needles to assist, interspersed with guidance, so that the blood worms will exchange their own qi and blood for you, and then find a master to channel your qi and open up the meridians, but you can repair the damaged heart veins like ordinary people." ”

When Yan Mubai heard what he said, he already felt that it was thrilling and abnormal, and when he saw his expression full of anger, he said in his heart: "If you want to come to this treatment, it must be very dangerous, and the old gentleman is not sure, so I am disappointed and entangled." ”

He put his hand on Jiang Yuchun's right shoulder, patted it gently, and said, "Old gentleman, don't mind, this therapy must be difficult, if it is difficult to achieve, then that's it." ”

Jiang Yuchun said: "It's not difficult to achieve, although your internal strength is abundant at the moment, but you can't use it freely, if you repair the meridians according to my method, and then practice your newly learned internal strength and heart method diligently, you will definitely be able to return to the basics, and you will be able to return to the original life, if it is another ten or eight years, when you can use your own internal force freely, even if you are one of the best masters in the world to channel your veins, your true qi will also rebound on its own, and even if I am ruthless at that time, it will be no longer beneficial!"

Yan Mubai was puzzled, and thought: "I am so ruthless, my illness needs to be treated, but he is a doctor, and it has long been commonplace to apply needles and medicines, so how can he be soft-hearted." ”

At the moment when he was stunned, Jiang Yuchun suddenly shouted into the courtyard, his voice was like a bell, and the words were sonorous: "What are you doing here, this girl? Let's go, you are not welcome here." ”

Yan Mubai followed his line of sight, only to see that in the courtyard that had just been cleaned, the plum blossoms had fallen a lot of petals, under a brown plum tree, a woman in her early twenties was holding a fruit basket of dim sum, and was bending over, sending the soft glutinous pastries in her hands to the old man Yishan.

It's just that the old man didn't seem to appreciate it, frowned, looked a little painful, turned his back to the woman, and neither walked away nor turned back. The woman's eyes were full of tears, her eyes were shining, and her sorrow was infinite.

At this moment, Jiang Yuchun strode into the courtyard and said with an angry face: "If you don't leave, if you don't leave, I'm welcome." So saying, he went to drive her away. The woman put down the basket in her hand, reluctantly turned around and walked towards the door, her eyes were full of affection, and she was very reluctant. In the courtyard, the fallen plum petals like red butterflies float down, swinging leisurely, lining her in front of her more weak, and her infatuation is infinite.

Yan Mubai's heart was moved, and he was about to ask what was going on, but who knew that Jiang Yuchun, the old man, took two steps forward and said sharply to the old man of Yishan: "If you can't be ruthless, just go with her, it's better than spending a day on this day, and both of you are uncomfortable." A cry seemed to sound in Ichiyama's throat, and he shook his head lightly with a crying voice.

Jiang Yuchun said again: "That's up to you, just don't regret it." So saying, he turned and strode into the house, never coming out again.

Yan Mubai was curious in his heart, but he could see that the mountain was weak and weak, as if a gust of wind could take him away, and he couldn't speak very clearly, so he didn't dare to come forward to ask. After the woman left, the old man slowly approached the basket, picked up the trembling bow, picked up a piece of pastry and chewed it carefully, his eyes seemed to be full of tears, each bite seemed to have exhausted the strength of the whole body, his face was melancholy and helpless, which was moving.