Zhang Ziyang's medicine really worked, Mrs. Luo only took two doses, and her condition gradually improved, and when it was the fourth dose, she could get out of bed and walk. Luo Yuxuan's previous suspicions had been dispelled at this moment, and he became both respectful and admiring this old talent, and became more curious.

He returned Zhang Ziyang's visit to the silver taels, and told Mrs. Luo about the prescription for medical treatment. Mrs. Luo listened and recited Amitabha. said: "This old show is really a kind person. Luo Yuxuan said: "Mother, that old Xiucai is not only a good divination, but also knows how to heal, and he has excellent medical skills, and he is quite chivalrous, it seems that he is not a simple person." He helped us a lot this time, I want to come to the door to thank you in person, what do you think?" Mrs. Luo said: "If you have kindness, you will repay it, this is the way of life since ancient times." It's just that there is nothing else at home, and he goes empty-handed, how can he get by on this face?" Luo Yuxuan said: "He is also a scholar, and he knows the general etiquette, he knows that our family is poor, if he cares about those things outside his body, he will not come to the house to return the silver taels." This time I'll go alone, your body is just better, so stay at home and rest!" Mrs. Luo thought about it, so she nodded and agreed.

A few days later, Luo Yuxuan gave the schoolchildren a day off. I got up early in the morning, cleaned up a little, and went straight to Taiping Village. This Taiping Village is about ten miles away from the village where his family is located, but he rarely travels. I only remember when I was a child, I invited my friends in the village to come to watch the play, and I went there so many times, but since my father's death, I have never been here.

He searched along the road, and the people around him knew Zhang Ziyang, so it was easy to figure out where his house was. When I arrived at the door, I saw that the wooden door was locked, and there was a couplet on both sides of the door frame, which read: "Loyalty and righteousness have been passed down for a long time, and poetry and books have been passed down for generations", but there are two New Year's paintings of Tianjin Yang Liuqing that attract wealth and treasure on the two facades.

Luo Yuxuan was a little disappointed, but he still stepped forward and raised his palm to "pop" and slapped the door a few times, but there was still no movement. was about to ask someone to inquire, only to hear a person behind him: "Are you looking for Xiucai Half Immortal?" Luo Yuxuan turned around and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties who was chubby talking to him with a smile.

Luo Yuxuan hurriedly said: "Exactly." Dare to ask Auntie, do you know where Mr. Zhang went and when he will come back?" The fat woman said: "I am Lao Xiucai's neighbor, he went out yesterday for something, and asked me to help him watch the door when he left, he didn't say when he would come back, and I didn't ask?" Luo Yuxuan said: "Where did Mr. Zhang go?" The fat woman shook her head and said, "I don't know." He always goes out every year and a half, and he has been like this for so many years, and every time before leaving, he always says hello to me and asks me to help him take care of it. Luo Yuxuan wanted to know more about Zhang Ziyang, so he asked again: "Is Zhang Laosheng from this village? I remember that I had just married at that time, it turned out that this house was the rich family of the village, Qiu Danian's family, and then it was bought by Lao Xiucai at a high price, Qiu Danian's family moved away, and then Lao Xiucai has been living here, relying on helping people to tell fortunes, writing and painting for a living, he said that he is the first Xiucai, for a long time, everyone calls him Lao Xiucai, and no one cares what his surname is. Alas, but his hexagram is very effective, and within a few years, he has become a well-known half-immortal. ”

Luo Yuxuan listened with great interest, and asked again: "Who else is in his family?" The fat woman said: "When he came, he brought an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and I heard him say that it was his scholar, and the scholar is now in his thirties." Lao Xiucai is also strange, he has always been alone, the scholar is so old, and he doesn't have a family, so he lives with the two. The scholar was always with him, taking care of him, and helping him with chores. ”

Luo Yuxuan said: "Is his scholar at home?" The fat woman said: "No, for so many years, whenever he goes out, the scholar always has to go with him, every time he leaves, he closes the door and locks it, and he will come back for as little as a month, or as much as two or three months or even half a year." It's really strange!" Luo Yuxuan pondered for a moment, and then said: "Auntie, who do they associate with on weekdays?" The fat woman said: "They rarely interact with people, but people often come to Lao Xiucai for fortune telling or something, in addition, they never take the initiative to make friends with people, no, I am his neighbor, and I just say hello when I meet." After a pause, he glanced at Luo Yuxuan carefully and asked, "Young man, what are you looking for Lao Xiucai, why are you asking so carefully?"

Luo Yuxuan said: "Oh, I also heard the reputation of Lao Xiucai, and asked him for divination, because I was curious, so I asked a few more words?" The fat woman nodded and said, "Then you have to wait for a while to find him." I guess he won't come back for a while, I still have something to do, so I'll go first. He turned and walked away.

Luo Yuxuan thanked her. Raise your eyes and look around at the environment. I saw that the village was beautiful, behind the village was a hill, there was a small river in front of the village, meandering eastward, the river water was clear and pleasant, the people by the river were doing laundry, and a few naughty children were playing in the side, and the cheerful laughter drifted with the wind from time to time. The trees in the village are uneven, willows, laurel trees, peach and plum apples, all over the village, and the people are leisurely and at ease, just like the paradise written by Mr. Wuliu. It's a great place to live in seclusion. I didn't expect Taiping Village to have such a good view, I was close at hand, but I never paid attention to it. Luo Yuxuan thought secretly.

He was fascinated by the scenery of the village and walked slowly along the road, admiring and enjoying the beauty of the countryside as he went. Before he knew it, he had walked to the river, and not far from the river, there were several families. The surroundings of the house are shrouded in flowers and trees, although it is a bamboo fence thatched hut in the middle, but before and after the house, it is full of all kinds of vegetable furrows, cucumbers, bean pods, eggplants, cabbage, tomatoes or something, everything, on a wooden frame built by artificially, there are several vine gourds just tangled, thumb-sized small gourds are hung with leaf tips, one by one, fluffy, the breeze blows, gently swaying, it looks very cute.

Luo Yuxuan couldn't help but think of Xin Jiaxuan's poem: "The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream." Drunk Wu Yin is flattering, who is white-haired? The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed. "Isn't this the best portrayal of the peasant life in this village?

Thinking about it, he involuntarily walked under the gourd stand, raised his head, and looked at the immature little gourd carefully, and at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice say: "May I ask sir, is there something wrong with you?"

The voice seemed familiar, his heart jumped, and he followed the prestige, only to see a village girl carrying a basin of washed clothes under the flower stand not far away, and was smiling and asking him.

Isn't this the girl who holds water for herself to drink on the side of the road? Isn't this the girl who leans under the peach tree and smiles at her drinking? Isn't this the girl with a peach blossom face who is more delicate than a flower? Isn't this the girl who thinks about herself and can't sleep at night? Why did you meet by accident?

Could this be the fate of the legend?