Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is another hundred years. [Ran^Text^Library] []【Burning Library (7764)】How dare the boy in time lament the passage of time. The time of slaughter is like a river that lasts for more than a hundred years, and no one can change the direction of going east, carrying the living beings to death. When will I return to the West?

The warm time penetrates a hundred years, and the Tiantong Mountain, which has long been ridiculed by people in the same way, is also different from the past, and has hundreds of disciples, which is of course thanks to Zhang Yuanshan's first apprentice - Yushang. After Yu Shang entered the "Heavenly Dao" volume in March, he knew the flow of all things, and opened up the road from Tiantong Mountain to the Central Plains with his own strength, to go to the miasma, and to kill the evil gods. The army of poisonous insects was invincible, and they did not dare to block the mountain road. At this point, Tiantong Mountain gradually became immense, and there must be mortals everywhere to worship, thinking that they were immortals. Zhang Yuanshan, who witnessed all this, felt that the glory he had received after waiting here for thirty years could already make up for the bitterness in his heart. Since then, Zhang Yuanshan gave up the management of the family and handed it over to Yushang, but he concentrated on teaching Taoism, and his disciples were countless, cultivating the world-famous "Tiantong Seven Heroes", but this is also a later story.

Slowly opening his eyes, he found himself in a room, his head wrapped in thick gauze, and his linen pajamas. Covered with a coarse cloth quilt. Consciousness wakes up from sleep, mobilizes the senses, and the first thing it perceives is hunger. Gaze searched the dimly lit room. Next to the bed there is a small wooden table, on which are placed three or four dishes of side dishes, two large steamed buns, and a small kettle. Looking around, a fragrance came to my nose, which turned out to be a hanging sachet by the pillow. The sachet not only overflows with a faint fragrance, but also has a golden light all over its body, shining with a golden purple light in the dim room. Looking at the material, it should be a high-quality silk ironed with a layer of gold, and the workmanship is exquisite, and the sewing line cannot be seen clearly at close range. Such luxury is not an ordinary person's thing.

"Are you awake?" An old man gradually walked out of the dark side that the oil lamp could not illuminate, his face was full of vicissitudes, his head was full of white hair, and he was dressed in a plain "colored" robe, quite a bit of fairy spirit, the old man said to him with a smile, "Child, are you better?" He woke up from his vague consciousness, looked at the old man, his throat was really dry, he couldn't make a sound at all, but made his throat tear like pain, so he had to raise his finger and point to the pot of water on the table. The old man understood, holding the teacup in one hand and supporting his back with the other, and drank it carefully. Such a scene is just like the joy of ordinary people's families, but there are a few people who can cultivate the Tao and enjoy such a wonderful world. "Child, are you feeling better now?" the old man still had a kind smile on his face.

"Grandpa, I'm much better, it's just" After all, I don't know why I'm here, and my words are weak. The old man was also stunned, "If you have something to say, you don't have to be restrained in this white mountain." He didn't speak, and looked at the food on the table shyly. The old man paused for a moment, then laughed hahaha.

"I'm old, my brain is not good, come!" he said, so he took him down, put him on the chair next to the table, tested the temperature of the steamed bun with his hand, and said kindly: "It's still quite hot, eat it while it's hot!" He was already hungry, so he didn't care about any etiquette, and devoured it. "Kid, eat slowly. He poured water as he spoke. "Kid, do you remember what happened three days ago?" the old man asked tentatively. He was expressionless, still chewing on his food, "Three days ago? I thought about what happened, but I can't remember." The old man sighed, paced to the bedside, picked up the sachet, and asked, "Son, do you remember this sachet?"

"Sachet, isn't this sachet yours? I'll be in bed when I wake up, but I didn't take it. When the old man heard this, he said, "This sachet is yours, and I found it on you when I rescued you down the mountain." After that, he didn't say anything. "Is there enough food?" "Thank you, grandpa, it's good, I'm full, but why am I here?" The old man heard this, but he didn't have much expression, his brows were about to wrinkle into a line, the muscles of his face trembled, but there was a little less anger in his eyes, and he said slowly: "You were found by me in the stream at the bottom of the mountain, just three days ago. ”

"If there is not enough food, go and tell them. After the old man finished speaking, he pointed to the door, "It's good for you to wake up, I still have something to do, and if you have any questions, I'll go to the ancestral hall in the back mountain." After the old man finished speaking, he slowly left. The disciples outside the door noticed that the old man was going out and saluted, "Master!" The old man replied: "I'll go back first, if the child has any needs to try his best to meet him, he wants to come to me and take him to the ancestral hall in the back mountain, understand?" "The disciple understands!" "Go ahead." The two younger disciples pushed the door in, saw the child eating, and asked, "Little brother, what is your name?" He looked up at the two comers, who must have just started the door, and like him, with a childish face, but with a sword full of aura on his back, he always reminded him that he was different from them.

"My name," he remembered, but he couldn't find any impression, his mind was blank, as if he had just been born, and he had no impression of what had happened before, and in a blink of an eye he saw two words embroidered on the sachet, "My name is 'Medicine' Mountain!" "Oh, 'Medicine' Mountain, good name, do you say yes, Senior Brother Yun?" This Senior Brother Yun has been standing in the distance, holding the sword in both hands, smiling and not speaking, looking slightly older than this one. "'Medicine' Mountain, not long after I entered the White Mountain, my name is Zecheng, and it was the master who gave me the title of the Dao," he looked back at Senior Brother Yun, and said, "This is Senior Brother Yun Yilan, did he come to help you check the injuries on your body?"

"'Medicine' Mountain has seen two of them, thank you for their help, but why am I here?" "The master found you by the stream at the bottom of the mountain three days ago. Zecheng said. At this time, Yun Yilan stepped forward and said, "The wounds on your body are not healed yet, don't talk yet, take off your shirt and let me take a look at your wounds!" Senior Brother Yun withdrew the gauze layer by layer, and Zecheng next to him helped. When all the gauze was removed, Yakuyama saw a shocking wound, from the left shoulder to the right abdomen, a wound that ran through the upper body. The pain was intense, and it hurt as if it had been released. Cold sweat ran down Yao's cheeks, and his arms couldn't help but weaken.

Senior Brother Yun carefully applied "medicine" to the wound of "Medicine" Mountain, and Senior Brother Zecheng wiped the sweat droplets from his cheeks. The herb "medicine" stimulated the wound for a while, and it couldn't help but become more painful, and the painful "medicine" couldn't stop moaning. After applying the 'medicine', Senior Brother Yun said: "What is this pain, these skin injuries will get better quickly with these 'medicine' herbs in Shangbai Mountain," Senior Brother Yun pointed to the left chest of 'Medicine' Mountain, and then said: "This is not easy to deal with, this is a kind of poison, a very hurtful poison," Hearing this, Ze Cheng stabbed Yun Yilan at an angle that was invisible to the 'medicine' mountain, Yun Yilan turned his head and said in a low tone: "But the master will definitely cure you, don't worry." ”

"Medicine" Mountain didn't savor what Senior Brother Yun said just now, and said, "Thank you two." The two of them saw this, and they were ready to leave, saying. "Okay, Yakuyama, you can rest, we'll come to see you tomorrow!" said the two of them and walked out.

After going out, Zecheng said reproachfully: "You almost leaked your mouth, Senior Brother Yun, are you unable to stop talking about medical skills?" Yun Yilan smiled all over her face and said, "Senior Brother Zecheng! This time Senior Brother was careless! ”。 The two of them talked and gradually disappeared into the path of the White Mountain.

"Yao" Shan waited for the two to lie on the bed alone, the pain made him unable to sleep, trying to make himself recall what happened before, but no matter how he recalled, it was a blank, the past was like a mirror, he could only see his present self. Covered in wounds, his eyes glazed over, holding a sachet that may belong to him, he can't see anything unusual. I keep reminiscing but I can't recall anything.

I don't know how to fall asleep that night. In the early morning, the sun shines through the window on the face of the "medicine" mountain, and I feel that the night is so short, and it will be dawn after resting for a while. Zecheng came early, brought breakfast, pushed the door in, and saw the "medicine" mountain who had woken up on the bed and said hello, "Woke up early!"

"Zecheng, why did you come so early?" asked Yakuyama a little embarrassedly. "It's nothing, it's nothing, the master told me to take care of you, and besides, we usually have to get up earlier than this, how can we be lazy to learn the Dao!" he said and squeezed his eyes at the 'Medicine' Mountain, smiled evilly, and said: "If it weren't for you, I would still have to practice the Dao with Senior Brother Yun, so I have to thank you." ”。

"Oh, I see!" said "Yakuyama" said weakly. "Let's come and eat!" Zecheng walked to the side of the bed and supported the "Yao" Mountain, letting the "Yao" Mountain sit on the bench. Yakuyama's face was unusually haggard, but it was much better than yesterday. The wound in my chest is not so painful anymore, and I feel much better after eating the breakfast brought by Zecheng. Zecheng sat by the window, looking at the rising sun from afar, with his back to the "medicine" mountain, stretching his waist, "dewing" a large shadow. "Medicine" Mountain drank steaming porridge and did not make a sound. Zecheng said: "Do you want to go around the white mountain? The scenery here is really good. "No, I want to go to the occult master, I still don't understand some things, please take me there." Yakuyama said. "Well, since you want to go, go ahead. ”

After eating the "medicine" mountain, the two gradually walked towards the back mountain, because the wound was not yet complete, so they walked slowly. "During this time, it is rare to meet fellow disciples on the way to Houshan, and they are all practicing at this time. Zecheng said. "Medicine" Mountain carefully looked at this Zecheng teenager, the age is similar to himself, but he seems to have lived in this mountain for a lifetime, he is so familiar with it, he can find it everywhere, all the senior brothers know him, and he is very talkative, he talked to the "Medicine" Mountain all the way, there are really many topics, from the current general trend to the small brother who confessed to which senior sister, he is very clear one by one. It's because these two are about the same age in their "sexual" personalities, so these two people will be inseparable after a while.

"'Medicine' Mountain, let me tell you one thing, there is a person who started with me on the Qibai Mountain, his name is Fushui, he is really a master of one top one, and now the master himself teaches the Tao. Zecheng said. "You say it's not great. ”

"Didn't you be taught by the master himself, and who else taught you?"

"At the beginning, the introduction was taught by the master's personal disciples, and when he passed a certain boundary, he began to realize himself, and the only people who could be taught by the master himself were the senior brothers Ge Fei and Fushui. ”

"Oh! I see!" The two said and laughed and walked around the main hall of Qibai Mountain, and walked to the ancestral hall in the back mountain, and the scenery along the way was infinitely beautiful and beautiful.

There was a child standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall in the back mountain, who was about the same age as the two of them, but his appearance was really unusual, he was angry and far-sighted, staring at the two of them directly, "Yao" Mountain didn't know who it was, but Zecheng knew, and stepped forward and said: "Senior Brother Fushui, 'Yao' Mountain said that he wanted to see the master, please go and report it." ”

The man named Fushui ignored it, and asked arrogantly towards the 'Medicine' Mountain, "Are you the 'Medicine' Mountain?" The occult master has been waiting for you for a long time, come quickly, don't delay my time. After Brushing Shui, he whispered a few words: "I didn't expect the master to ask me to wait for such a stupid person, it's really a waste of my time." ”

Such a flamboyant and domineering scene really embarrassed Zecheng, but he didn't dare to say anything, after all, Fushui was a celebrity around the master, and it would be no good to provoke him. "Yao" Mountain glanced at Zecheng and understood that Zecheng was unhappy, but he couldn't say it. Seeing his friend being bullied, Yaoshan didn't have a good impression of the water at the moment, but he couldn't say anything, so he followed the water into the ancestral hall. As soon as I entered the ancestral hall, I turned two corners, and saw the master of the occult arts sitting quietly on a Taishi chair, closing his eyes and recuperating.

"You're here?" said Xuanshu, "Go down first, and don't forget to go out and apologize to Zecheng." Frightened, he bowed his head and replied, "The disciple will do it, and the disciple knows his mistake." "Let's go down!"

"What do you want to ask" Xuanshu opened his eyes and looked at the mountain of "medicine".

"Master, the disciple wants to ask me where I come from?