###092 Helpless people can't sleep

The flowers are yin and yin, and the bells outside the mountains are sorry to part,

Halfway through the night, the wind blows the apricot powder, suspected to be yesterday in a hurry,

Tianchi snow, reflecting red plums, when coming next year, the middle of the mountain is cool.

An Zhuyan was silent, but Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask. Wan Xuesheng has already said it, and she can only hope that no one on land knows that this medicine is related to underwater.

Perhaps not many people on land know about the existence of underwater cities, and perhaps the underwater world is much more open than on the road. But is this senior really reliable? What if he does something that is not good underwater?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu shook her head vigorously. Holding his forehead with the palm of his hand, Jing Suyang's teachings buzzed in his ears. The people of the land are sinister, far inferior to the people of the city. Everyone in Yuancheng helps each other, everyone is willing to take care of others, and they are honest with each other. The people on the land are completely different from the people in the city, so you must not blindly trust others, and do not think that those who appear to be kind are good people.

The children of the land will steal your things while you are not looking, and the old man of the land will pretend to be sick and pitiful, and beg for food from you, and when you give him his food, he will run around with the food in his hand, and he will not look old or infirm at all.

In short, it seems that every one of the people on land can deceive people.

However, the master treated me very well, not only rescued me several times, but also taught me to read and took me to Tianchi to see the snow. Thinking of this, Xiao Yu's heart was hot for a while, as if bubbles were bubbling in her chest. She removed her hand from her forehead and clutched it over her chest. I can't help but want to cry.

But there are no tears, and no one can see them in the city, but Master Night has said that tears are as beautiful as condensation on land, and as sad as dry stones.

They weep when they are happy and weep when they are sad.

The tears are new, the golden wisps are old, and the intestines are broken.

The warbler on the side of the brocade machine spoke frequently, and the shuttle wept and remembered the people.

Painting the spring water by the bridge, a few years of flowers drunk.

After saying goodbye, I only know that I am ashamed, and it is difficult to send tears far away.

These poems are sung about human tears, and Xiaoyu also wants to know what her tears are like, and wants to know why Master Ye said, "When Schelling's lute and water sound in unison, the sound is like a low teardrop." ”

She had seen tears, and she had seen the condensation in the eyes of the Lu people.

Why not? The master clearly said that when I first met, my body was unstable, like a puddle of stinky water, and since my body can be turned into water, why can't I squeeze out half a tear?

She rubbed her eyes vigorously, and didn't wait long before rubbing them unwillingly. Seeing this, An Zhuyan thought that Xiaoyu had some eye disease, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, the girl has any eye discomfort, I'll take a look for you." Didn't you fly all over the mountains in the spring and summer, hurting the girl's eyes, or was you burned by the flames when you changed the brazier?"

Xiaoyu shook her head aggrievedly, nodded aggrievedly, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I have already told my seniors what medicine I used for my master, can I ask my seniors to tell me how to save my master?"

An Zhuyan pondered for a long time, and said: "I am not sure about this matter, although I have heard my father mention it when Wan Xuesheng is scattered, but ......"

"But what?"

An Zhuyan remembered the prescription that his father showed him when he was dying, the prescription was only three flavors, but it could be made into three different pills, powder, and dew.

One can make people die, the other can make people live, and the other one he has not yet attained. When he heard that Wan Xue was scattered, he suddenly understood, but he couldn't find what he had comprehended. It's just like walking in a dark path, without the sound of fish and insects, and there is no difference between the four seasons, and the scenery is the same all around.

This ten thousand snow is scattered like a half-hidden hibiscus that suddenly appeared in front of him in the dark path, silent.

Is it because he has been lost for too long, or is it really related to the prescription of the An family. What is this scattered snow?

He seemed to have heard his father mention it vaguely before he died, but over the years, An Zhuyan had traveled so many places and seen so many patients, but he had never heard of this medicine. After a long time, he even thought that his father might have misremembered or said it wrong. After all, the An family's ancestral prescription has never been used by anyone.

My father even said that the secret of the Rokuji Hall is hidden in the ancestral prescription, and it is best that this secret is never revealed.

He was naturally reluctant to take risks, at least until he figured out what kind of medicine Wan Xuesheng was dissipating, he couldn't risk Ye Xiaolou's life.

When the nightingale returned, her solemn expression was even more terrifying than that of Fang Cai. Even the joking Yeqing seems to be in pain and can't speak.

Seeing this, An Zhuyan couldn't help but say: "You don't want to be like this, when you're tired, you can all go back to rest, it's useless to stand here one by one, he's like this now, even if you have to discuss something with him, you can't make him wake up." ”

Nightingale's clenched hand loosened slightly, and said, "I have something important to leave Qixia Mountain for a few days, and now Yeling is in an unstable mood, and Madame is in retreat again. Let alone...... This matter would not have bothered Madame. Yeqing's body should recover in a few days......"

Outside the window, the sky is dawning, and people can't sleep.

"Let's all go to sleep. The mirror to the building will be fine for the time being, Ye Xiaolou has not woken up, when he woke up, he repaired the curtain of Qixia Mountain, and now he is not an outsider, not even a passing bird can fly in. ”

Nightingale grabbed An Zhuyan's shoulder in despair and said, "What did you say? You said that the landlord woke up? When did he wake up?"

An Zhuyan was dangled back and forth, and the nightingale man grew tall again, so An Zhuyan was even shorter, so he could only raise his head and raise his voice, shouting: "You let me go, if my joint is broken and I can't hold the needle, even if I can invite those old immortals on Kunlun Mountain, your landlord can't wait for that time." ”

The nightingale let go of her hand in shame and made a gesture. Yeqing said: "Dead gambler, since you have a way, why do you want to talk about it, what did you just muttered to the little jade girl? ”

"Nope. Now he can only perform needles every other hour, and he can still protect his heart. The rest is still left to fate. Maybe tomorrow, he will suddenly wake up himself. ”

Yeqing's mouth was wide open, as if he had forgotten how to speak for a while, the nightingale looked respectful and solemn, as long as An Zhuyan's words had the meaning of being able to keep Ye Xiaolou alive, he believed it. Xiao Yu didn't understand it even more, wondering why this senior spoke upside down.

"You just said he would wake up on his own?" asked Timidly.

Exactly what the other two wanted to say but didn't.

"Senior, don't lie to me, you just said that the master may wake up by himself?"

An incredible twist, no one wants to believe that this sentence is just a joke casually fabricated by the world's miracle doctors.