As soon as I walked into the house, a strong smell of Chinese medicine came to my nose, and there was a pot of decoction on the stove in the middle of the room, and the smell spread from it to fill the whole room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of people gathered around the bed, and Zhao's mother's anxious cry came from the crowd to Zhao Ping's ears.

"Mother, what's going on, what's wrong with my father. Zhao Ping pushed aside the crowd, looked at Zhao's father who was lying unconscious on the bed, and asked anxiously at Zhao's mother, who was crying on the side.

Mother Zhao looked at Zhao Ping, who was full of anxiety, and wanted to speak, but she didn't expect her voice to be hoarse and embarrassed after she spoke, "Your father, he...... He ......, "Maybe it's too sad to even say a word, just grabbing Zhao's father's hand to hide his face and cry bitterly."

"Zhao Ping, don't worry, your father accidentally fell off the cliff when he went up the mountain to collect medicine today, and fell down the mountain, and it was the person who went up the mountain who found your father and carried him back. I've already called someone to invite Lang Zhong, don't worry. Uncle Wang on the side explained comfortingly to Zhao Ping.

Just when Zhao Ping was at a loss when he heard the news, Lang Zhong ran over with a medical box, and everyone hurriedly gave Lang Zhong a place for treatment. After some diagnosis, Lang Zhong pulled Zhao's mother aside, and instructed with a little worry: "The situation is not too bad, I will prescribe a prescription for him to take first, which can temporarily stop his injury, but if his leg wants to fully recover, it may be difficult." And his injuries must be well treated with some expensive medicinal materials, otherwise it will be difficult to heal. ”

Zhao's mother listened to Lang Zhong's words and burst into tears, looking at her mother's sad and worried look, Zhao Ping was heartbroken when she saw it on the side, and after Lang Zhong handed it to Zhao's mother, she packed up her things and went out to go back in the thanks of her father and Zhao Ping.

Time flies, ten days have passed since Zhao's father fell off the cliff, and Zhao's father also woke up after two days in a coma. Zhao Ping has been staying at Zhao's father's bed with Zhao's mother these days, helping to take care of his younger siblings.

After a few days of recuperation, and then after Langzhong's diagnosis, Zhao's body has recovered somewhat, but his legs are still unable to go down due to serious injuries.

Mother Zhao put down the medicine bowl with a sad face, and her face became even deeper when she thought of the current situation at home. The family's surplus money was not much, and the medicinal materials for treating diseases were expensive, and they had already been spent after taking a few medicines. Although there is help from other people in the village, there are not many wealthy people in this small mountain village, and it is still a little clumsy for the family's plight.

Zhao Ping lay on the hard earthen bed, looking at the somewhat damaged roof, his nose smelled the strange smell of medicine and the musty smell of the quilt mixed together, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little blocked.

Outside the room blocked by the curtain was the parents' room, and although it was late at night, the lights were still flashing in the parents' room. From the gap in the not tight curtain, there was a faint sound of Zhao's father's sigh and Zhao's mother's nagging, which was also mixed with the sound of Zhao's father's smoking.

The situation at home is becoming more and more difficult, and Zhao Ping is very anxious.

"Money, money, money" kept saying this word in his mouth, and Zhao Ping's dark eyes exuded a strange brilliance.

Rubbing his astringent eyes, Zhao Ping suddenly made an important decision in his heart, to take over his father's work and go to the mountains tomorrow to collect medicine to supplement the family.

Yes, it was decided.

Thinking about it, Zhao Ping hurriedly forced his eyes to close, forcing himself to fall asleep quickly, so as to ensure that he had enough energy to go up the mountain to collect medicine the next day.

After a while, Zhao Ping fell asleep in a daze, the murmuring sound in his mouth was a little inaudible, and his brain shook unconsciously, as if he had residual thoughts of tomorrow's expectations.

The wind was howling outside, as if it was talking about the troubled world.

The mountain next to Zhaojia Village is called Niutou Mountain, which is named because it looks like a cultivated cow's head from a distance. As the saying goes, "rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water", most of the dozens of families in Zhaojia Village rely on this mountain for their livelihood, or go up to the mountain to hunt, or go up the mountain to collect medicine, or cultivate under the mountain.

Zhao Ping got up earlier than usual, helped Zhao's mother finish breakfast, and then informed Zhao's mother after eating and drinking, saying that the firewood at home was about to run out, and he wanted to go to the mountains to pick up some firewood and come back.

Zhao Ping didn't want to tell his mother that he was going to the mountain to collect medicine, he knew that according to his mother's temperament, he would definitely not let him go, in order not to worry his mother, Zhao Ping could only choose to lie helplessly.

Zhao's mother didn't think much about it after hearing this, but just told Zhao Ping to let him come back early, and then went into the house to take care of Zhao's father, who was sick in bed.

Standing in front of the door through the gap in the curtain and looking at his father lying in bed with a sad face, Zhao Ping's slightly apprehensive heart beat twice, and then clenched his fists tightly, hesitated twice in place, silently walked out of the house, secretly picked up his father's usual tools for collecting medicine, and walked in the direction of Niutou Mountain without looking back. Zhao Ping's figure walked farther and farther away in the fog until it gradually disappeared into the hazy fog.

Heaven is not beautiful, God did not show a smile because of Zhao Ping's kind and filial actions, the sky was gloomy, the mountains were shrouded in a gray mist, and the mountains abandoned by the sun were like a giant full of grievances, towering gloomily in the clouds.

Struggling to split the thorns blocking the road in front of him, Zhao Ping shook the numb arm holding the firewood knife, and rested for a moment by the way, the clothes behind his back were completely soaked, and the Tsing Yi on his body had already been cut through countless gaps by the thorns all over the body, making Zhao Ping look like a beggar and embarrassed.

Although Zhao Ping is illiterate, he has watched his father collect medicine since he was a child, and he knows some herbs. Zhao Ping knew that there were no more valuable medicinal materials to be collected at the foot of the mountain, and only by venturing into the deep mountains could he gain something.

Looking at the medicine basket behind him, Zhao Ping shook his head helplessly. It took half a day from the departure to the picking of these medicinal herbs.

Zhao Ping still underestimated the matter of picking herbs, and he was not very clear about the place where the herbs grew and the properties of the herbs, and the herbs picked by Zhao Ping were all not very valuable, and because he had no experience in picking, most of the herbs were somewhat damaged.

The current harvest did not meet Zhao Ping's expectations at all, and Zhao Ping could only go to a dark place far away from ordinary people to look for medicinal materials.

Stopping the waving arms and finding a clean place to sit down, Zhao Ping took out the pancakes he carried with him and ate them.

The pancake was already a little hard, Zhao Ping took a bite hard, and with difficulty tore off a small piece from the big pancake, chewing it in his mouth for a long time and still felt unusually dry, so he had to take out the water bag and take a sip, mixed with the pancake in his mouth and swallowed it hard.

After eating the food he brought, Zhao Ping rested for a while, and after feeling his physical strength recover, he picked up the firewood knife on the side, looked firmly at the thorns in front of him that seemed to be out of sight, and repeated the action just now, splitting the thorns blocking the road one by one and moving towards the belly of the mountain.

After advancing for about an hour, the thorns in front of him still did not decrease, and a trace of irritability slowly surged into Zhao Ping's heart.

Zhao Ping's brows were tight, and the wrinkles on his brows seemed to be able to be twisted into a rope. Looking up at the sky, it's not too early. If you look further, you probably won't be able to go down the mountain before dark.

Just when Zhao Ping was thinking about whether to give up and continue to move forward and turn down the mountain, a faint faint fragrance came into Zhao Ping's nose, and this faint fragrance was like a cool spring injected into the dry farmland, penetrating the heart, making Zhao Ping's somewhat cloudy head can't help but clear.

Zhao Ping couldn't help but speed up a lot in the direction of the fragrance, and the more he walked forward, the stronger the fragrance became, and in the end, there was a substantial fragrance coming to his nose.

The thorns in front of him became more and more scarce, Zhao Ping vigorously split the huge thorns in front of him, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and a small piece of smooth ground appeared in Zhao Ping's field of vision.

This is a piece of ground three or four inches large, there is not a single weed or thorn around, a bewitching three-color flower stands alone in the center of the field, and the strong fragrance is emanating from the three-color flower in front of you.

Zhao Ping looked at the three-color flower in front of him in surprise, although Zhao Ping didn't know what kind of medicinal material this was, but if there was a real fragrance and this fragrance just breathing this fragrance would make people feel refreshed, and if you think about it with your toes, you know that this is a rare and valuable medicinal material.

Although the sweat on his face was like a rain due to the continuous chopping, Zhao Ping couldn't wipe the sweat, and rushed to the three-color flower with a firewood knife, smelling the clear and rich fragrance, Zhao Ping was pleasantly surprised.

Looking at the three-color flowers in front of him, Zhao Ping's excited mood calmed down. Carefully put down the medicine pocket behind him, and gently touched the bewitching petals of the three-color flower with his fingers, the petals of the three-color flower are like a girl's skin, smooth and soft. A touch of comfort passed from his fingers to Zhao Ping's mind.

Zhao Ping took out the medicine hoe from the medicine pocket on the side, and was about to dig out the three-color flower in front of him, just when Zhao Ping's hands were about to touch, the sound of "Gazha" crushing thorns made Zhao Ping turn his head in confusion. A black object rampantly ran over the thorns and appeared in front of Zhao Ping's eyes.

Zhao Ping's hands close to the three-color flower were stunned in mid-air, and his face, which had been ruddy due to excitement, instantly turned pale, and the cold sweat couldn't stop rushing to his smooth forehead, mixed together and dripping down, so that Zhao Ping had to blink his eyes, so that his vision would not become blurred.

A thick black bristle covered his body, his broad front paws looked strong and powerful, and some faint eyes with a glowing green light were staring fiercely at Zhao Ping's hands stretched out towards the tricolor flower.

Looking at the brown bear in front of him, Zhao Ping's whole body trembled slightly because of fear. Zhao usually heard from the hunters in the village that he would rather encounter a tiger than a brown bear in the mountains, and that the brown bear sometimes has to retreat even if it is a tiger.

Zhao Ping stared at the brown bear with wide eyes and slowly withdrew his stiff hands in mid-air. I don't know if Zhao Ping's movements stimulated it, seeing Zhao Ping's movements, the brown bear suddenly bent its hind legs slightly, and when Zhao Ping didn't react, he pounced on Zhao Ping with a "whoop".

Before the bear arrived, a slightly corrupt fishy smell came to his face, and the wide bear paw that the brown bear waved at Zhao Ping grew larger and larger in Zhao Ping's frightened pupils, and the breath of death instantly surrounded Zhao Ping.

Under the coercion of death, Zhao Ping's already stiff body gushed out of nowhere, and when the hand of death of the brown bear fell on the top of Zhao Ping's head, the hands holding the medicine hoe were horizontal, and an embarrassed lazy donkey rolled and flashed to the side.

Although Zhao Ping had already reacted to his greatest instinct, it was a step too late after all. A powerful force came from his arm, and the medicine hoe in his hand was knocked out in an instant and fell to the side. Then a heart-piercing pain came from his arms to his brain, and Zhao Ping, who had never suffered this pain, couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

After falling to the ground, Zhao Ping struggled twice to sit up, and the brown bear saw that Zhao Ping, who fell to the side, still had a sound, roared angrily twice, and then quickly pounced on Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping tried his best to struggle, but the huge pain in his arm made it impossible for Zhao Ping to support his entire body. The brown bear's fierce mouth was getting closer and closer to Zhao Ping's head, and Zhao Ping could even smell the disgusting stench.

My mind was blank, time seemed to stand still, and the only thing left in my mind was the smiles of my parents and brothers and the nostalgia for the beauty of this world.

As if in an instant, and as if forever, a silver light came from the sky, and the shining strong light made Zhao Ping's wide eyes can't help but narrow, a stream of warm blood drifted around, and then the thick smell of blood couldn't stop drilling into Zhao Ping's nostrils, and a unbearable feeling of nausea slowly rose from Zhao Ping's heart, Zhao Ping didn't care about anything else, turned his head and vomited.

After spitting out the leftovers in his stomach until all the bile water was gone, Zhao Ping couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth with his clothes, and turned his head to see what had just happened.

The headless bear corpse lay quietly in front of Zhao Ping, the blood-stained bear head rolled aside, and not far from it stood a Taoist with a sharp sword.

Zhao Ping looked at the middle-aged Taoist in front of him with grateful eyes, obviously not stupid, he also knew that it was this Taoist who saved his life.

The Taoist was dressed in a gray Taoist robe, and his body was thin and skinny, but the whole person stood there with an indescribable majestic momentum, and the sword in his hand flashed with silver light from time to time. The Taoist looked at Zhao Ping who was looking at him curiously, and after his keen gaze met Zhao Ping's gaze, Zhao Ping suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, as if everything had been perceived by him.

Ignoring the mess on the ground, Zhao Ping knelt down and kowtowed to the standing Taoist and thanked him: "Thank you for saving your life, Zhao Ping kowtows here to thank the Taoist." ”

"Yes. ”

The Taoist didn't do anything more to thank Zhao Ping, just responded lightly, and then regardless of Zhao Ping's reaction, he walked straight to the three-color flower not far away. Seeing the three-color flowers that exuded a strong fragrance, the Daoist's originally expressionless face couldn't help but flash a trace of fanaticism.

"I didn't expect Lao Dao to be so lucky, I can also meet a five-hundred-year-old three-color flower in this poor mountain, and go back with some other medicinal materials, which will definitely make Lao Dao's cultivation to a higher level. ”

The Taoist carefully dug out the three-color flower with both hands, and then the light flashed, and a small jade box suddenly appeared in his hand, and the Taoist carefully put the three-color flower into it, and then suddenly disappeared from his hand when Zhao Ping's eyes widened. Turning to look at the stunned Zhao Ping, the sleeves of his hands flicked slightly, and his mouth was clear: "Next." ”

Zhao Ping felt a breeze blowing on his face, and subconsciously raised his hand with the sound, and a crimson pill fell steadily into his palm.

"This is my secret healing medicine, which is very effective for injuries that hurt the meridians and bones. Without waiting for Zhao Ping to continue to thank him, the glow in his hand flashed, and a boat-shaped object appeared in front of Zhao Ping's eyes.

Zhao Ping looked at the glow in the sky, shocked, and just couldn't stop thinking that he had met the immortal, and then he couldn't stop stomping his feet and hating, and didn't invite the immortal just now to go home and thank him. Rubbing the crimson pill in his hand, a medicinal fragrance emanated from it, looking at the immortal medicine given by the gods, Zhao Ping swallowed the pill in his mouth without hesitation, and the pill melted in his mouth, turning into a stream of heat into his body. After a while, Zhao Ping felt a cool and comfortable feeling suddenly coming from the aching arm, which made Zhao Ping, who was in pain, slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the three-color flower was gone, Zhao Ping's eyes lit up when he looked at the bear corpse on the ground, and he couldn't stop rejoicing in his heart. Zhao Ping didn't know if the three-color flower was worth anything, but the brown bear was a treasure all over his body, and Zhao Ping had never seen a brown bear hit by the hunters in the village when he lived so much.

With the firewood knife in his hand, he carefully peeled off the fur of the brown bear, took out the bear bile, cut off the bear's paw, poured out the medicinal materials in the medicine pocket, and put bear meat in the medicine pocket as often as possible, but the brown bear was too big, and Zhao Ping could not take it all away. looked at the remaining half of the bear meat with an unwilling face, but the medicine pocket behind him was already full, and he couldn't hold a little more.

Zhao Ping understood that if he left, the smell of blood here would definitely attract the beasts in the mountains, and the remaining bear corpses would be eaten at all. Looking at the sky that was about to get dark, Zhao Ping finally stopped hesitating, looked at the remaining bear corpses regretfully, carried a full medicine bag, and walked quickly down the mountain road that was split when he came.