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Push the door out, what catches your eye is a bamboo forest, everywhere you see is surrounded by bamboo to block your sight, fortunately, the bamboo house is built on the top of the mountain, look down, it is magnificent, the scenery of the mountains comes into view, all around is a piece of greenery, the Meng Luo is swaying, the four seasons are evergreen, when the breeze is swaying, the sound of rustling is like ringing and singing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the door of the bamboo house, there is a dragon pine tree that covers the sky and the moon, there are several quaint stone piers under the pine tree, the stone pier is depicted in front of the Go warp and weft, it seems that the chess player is also an elegant person, does not like black and white stone chess pieces, but is to make a pine cone to make a white seed, round pebbles to make sunspots, scattered on the ground, such as the sky full of stars seems to be chaotic but implies a law at all, obviously the chess game has not been played is an endgame, but the chess player is nowhere to be found.

The gray-haired child's skin was crisscrossed with old age spots and folds, and the class pattern was horizontal, and he squatted in front of the unfinished game of Go at this time and stared at it, and then kept making gestures for a while, and then shook his head suddenly in denial.

"It's too difficult, it's too difficult, it's a dead end, no wonder Master sees the situation and makes an excuse to run away, otherwise the jar of medicine and wine will be lost. ”

The old boy muttered to himself, but the corners of his mouth were twitching, his speech was slurred, and his mouth was full of wind, as vague as an old man's teeth.

Jiang Yangsheng also dabbled in Go when he was a child, but he didn't reach the level of proficiency, Jiang Yangsheng's Go was taught to him by Yu Lindao when he had nothing to do, and he should pass the time, Jiang Yangsheng did not seek to be proficient, only to be pleasant.

Although the chess skills are not perfect, now it is true that the chessboard has already seen the mortal game, black first white and then white, now Jiang Yangsheng saw the endgame is almost over, scattered on the chessboard, black and white two sons fight fiercely, the small chessboard is now transformed into a battlefield filled with gunpowder, black and white two sons are pawns, the gamer is the general, a vigorous contest, most of the white sons have exhausted their numbers, and the black sons seem to be aggressive to kill them.

Even Jiang Yangsheng understood why the sunspot could kill all the mustaches before a few dozen hands, but it was delayed until now, and the Mai boy, who did not match his appearance and age, raised his head and asked, "Mr. can also play chess?"

Jiang Yangsheng nodded, then shook his head, the boy saw him nod first and then shook his head, he didn't know what Jiang Yangsheng wanted to express, but he sat on the stone pier on the side and pestled his chin and said to himself: "Master doesn't teach me Go, saying that those things are a waste of time for pastime fun, he said that Go is a big mistake, compared to the big breasts and buttocks of the girls in the Qinglou, you said that the sister of the Qinglou is really so terrible?"

Jiang Yangsheng couldn't cry or laugh, and he couldn't help but have some curiosity about the master who could preach in front of his disciples like this, so it seemed that this person was mostly a dissolute and unruly person, and he was a university scholar who retreated to the mountains and forests.

There is no smell of sour rot, Yu Lindao once said, 'Mellow Confucianism is close to rot, unreasonable' probably refers to the sour and rotten atmosphere of the Han scholars, who love to drop the bookbag when they have nothing to do, and talk in generalities, but they don't know that talking on paper will only talk about misleading the country.

It's just that this boy is not embarrassed or embarrassed by his words, and the answer is not to answer No, this boy stared at Jiang Yangsheng and wanted to get an answer from his mouth, but he didn't see this gentleman move his mouth for a long time, and he was already in deep thought.

"Sir, do you say that what my master said is right?"

The white-haired boy sat on the stone pier, stretched out a hand and shook Jiang Yangsheng's sleeve timidly, and asked again, his voice drooping and old!

"Your master is right, for children, Go is more attractive. ”

"But my master said that learning Go well can't help the world and save the country, so this kind of thing should be abandoned like a bad habit at the moment. ”

Jiang Yangsheng is noncommittal, but the current Beilai is much more comfortable, many people do not have the consciousness of being prepared for danger in times of peace, the people are greedy for pleasure, and extravagance has become a trend, as can be seen from the two sons of the Beilai family back then, the disciples of the gate valve do not restrain themselves, and the disciples of the small gate valve naturally have no sense of distress.

"Actually, otherwise, one thing can save the country if it is done to the extreme, and there was once a famous big player who made the road with Go, and the emperor and the general all saluted him for three points. ”

The old boy sighed, "Then I still honestly don't learn Go, it will take a long time to think about it, I'm afraid I won't live that long." ”

Jiang Yangsheng was surprised in his heart and opened his mouth to ask, but the boy with sideburns was silent, and he was obviously interested in being mentioned as sad.

"Where's your master?"

The boy held his chin for a long time, and then suddenly replied, "I went to the mountains to collect medicine." ”

Jiang Yangsheng had seen that the courtyard of the bamboo house was full of all kinds of medicinal utensils, and the small courtyard was full of the smell of herbs.

"Your master is a pharmacist?"

The boy raised his head, looked at Jiang Yang with disdain on the horizontal and vertical wrinkles of his head, and said, "You still need to say this." ”

The implication is that even fools can see that this problem is relatively unnutritious.

Jiang Yangsheng touched his nose, looked around, surrounded by mountains, this kind of place is not easy to find in the whole Beilai, it is estimated that the person who can live here must be a pure heart and indifferent to fame and fortune, the probability of a martial arts master is not large, and now there are very few people in the rivers and lakes who are both masters and doctors in the rivers and lakes, but most of them are those who are hidden in the city without fighting with the world.

Thinking about today's Zhou Dynasty literati and atmosphere is 'small hidden in the mountains, big hidden in the city', some literati and writers are now vying to follow suit, for fear that others do not know that they have been in the deep mountains and old forests for a few years, as long as they can endure poverty and starve in the mountains for a few years, after a few years out of the mountain, the career is bright, and the ascension is just around the corner, who does not do this kind of profitable thing? For a while, the mountains were full of unknown literati who were retreating, and the deep mountains and old forests were suddenly crowded, and you could meet a grass house when you walked seven miles and eight miles, these were all strange things that appeared in Beilai.

At present, this is not like the kind of place where the scholars and literati sell their fame, it is not the deep mountains and old forests, but it is better than the quiet environment, and it is not for the worthless reputation here.

The bamboo forest in the distance trembled, as if it was slowly pulled open by the bead curtain, the bamboo leaves trembled, rattling, a few old leaves fluttered down, and the bamboo forest layer tent was divided in the first order, revealing the Qianmo path inside, a middle-aged man with a bamboo basket on his back stepped out of it, the man held a rusty firewood knife in his hand, dressed in coarse linen clothes, the man was polite, his temples were slightly white, he was forty years old, the back basket behind him was full of green herbs, and a string of red persimmons like a lantern was hung in the cyan herbs.

The man smiled at Jiang Yangsheng, slowly took off the back basket and put it down, ripped off the string of red persimmons in the back basket and beckoned to the gray-haired boy, the boy staggered over with his back staggered, holding the persimmon in his hand and smiling heartlessly, with a simple face.

The gentle man spoke: "With such a serious injury, you can get out of bed in two days, it seems that your body is very good." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Yangsheng with interest, and without waiting for Jiang Yangsheng to answer, he continued: "I see that you must have practiced sword in a vein for less than three years, but now you can enter the rank and rank, you must have paid an unimaginable price for ordinary people." ”

"Sir, wise. ”

Jiang Yangsheng smiled bitterly, this gentleman has a unique skill, he is definitely a wise demon, it is difficult to compare with ordinary hermits, Yu Lindao also once said that he will definitely have sequelae when he practices swords like this, and he will definitely have symptoms after a long illness, and all his hard work may be wasted overnight.

"Dare to ask the gentleman's name?"

Jiang Yangsheng bowed and asked.

The man waved his hand and said calmly: "It's just a mere grass, not enough for outsiders." Just know that my surname is Qin. ”

After that, he took out the utensils for pounding medicine from the side and then began to pound the medicine without hurry, and the boy with a blue face was eating red persimmons on the side, the scene was peaceful, as peaceful as a farmhouse.

Jiang Yangsheng suddenly realized randomly, but his heart was shocked, not lost in the river and the sea, there has always been a 'sackcloth medical god' Qin lost deer on the rivers and lakes, known as able to rejuvenate with a skillful hand, and his whereabouts are secretive, most of the people in the rivers and lakes respect him like a god, if he sees this person, he is alive in front of him.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and the "Mabu Medical God" has enjoyed a good reputation in the rivers and lakes for decades, not only because his medical skills can bring the dead back to life, but more importantly, he himself is a master who has set foot in the realm of a product.

"Sir, but the 'Azabu Medical God' Qin Lost Deer?"

The man was noncommittal.

"Those are all nicknames that people in the rivers and lakes can afford to send down, what kind of miracle doctor, he has a body of medical skills, he can only save people but not help the world, so it's better not to mention it. ”

With that, he shook his head, his eyes full of sadness.

"Mr. has the world in mind, but the general trend of the world cannot be reversed by manpower. ”

"In the past hundred years, there are no less than five people who can interfere with the operation of the Heavenly Dao, but no one dares to interfere with the operation of the Heavenly Dao, do you know why?"

Jiang Yangsheng shook his head and said, "I don't know, please make it clear to Mr." ”

It's because they're all afraid of being contaminated with cause and effect, and they're afraid of being held accountable so that they can't prove it. ”

Jiang Yangsheng was shocked again in his heart, he had never heard of this kind of secret, and now he was shocked after hearing it.

"Let's not talk about it. Eat it!"

After being silent for a long time, the middle-aged man threw out a grass root stained with mud to Jiang Yangsheng, Jiang Yangsheng reached out to catch it, put it in his mouth and chewed it, bitter and sweet mixed with the smell of earth. Since he knew his identity, Jiang Yangsheng naturally had no worries, everyone enjoyed a good reputation in the rivers and lakes, and naturally he would not do anything with a little person like himself who was unknown, and he also had ulterior motives for coming to Qin Lost Lu to give him this herb.

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