Yang Jiye's desire for the method of breathing and breathing was extremely eager, and he concluded that Zhang Qian must have a secret technique, and he was committed to asking for it, but he didn't expect this guy to be so unkind, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of disgust in his heart, but he was also a person who was very deep in the city, so he naturally wouldn't have a seizure on the spot.

I thought to myself, with his Yang family's connections in this town, there are countless ways to clean up this Fang Lang who doesn't sell his face.

However, the day when Xiaoweishan made the envoy to Qingyang County was approaching, but he didn't have much time to think of the perfect strategy, so he decided on a poisonous plan in his heart, although the risk was greater, but he was about to leave this place to enter the immortal sect to practice, and he didn't care about the name behind him.

"Since the virtuous brother doesn't know the art of the inner family, he must be talented, otherwise how can he stand it in a single dress in this weather. Yang Jiye casually complimented, quietly resolved the embarrassing atmosphere between the two, and then bent down slightly to make a gesture of please, and said sincerely: "My father still hopes that my son will bother with this illness, just do some simple massage as before, it's better than dragging it like this, alas......"

"You don't need to be polite, it's just to heal and save people. Zhang Qian glanced at this Yang Jiye slightly, and then saw that he diverted the topic and didn't make an inexplicable entanglement in the breathing and breathing technique, his mood was a little better, and he didn't think much about it, and walked straight into the warm pavilion, so that the two servants would burn the charcoal more prosperously, and for a while, the heat in the house was pressing, and even Yang Jiye couldn't help but untie the button on his neck for half a while, but Zhang Qian was indifferent.

Although there is nothing peculiar about the martial arts taught by his father, the moves are extremely simple, and he is not good at fighting, unlike any clever martial arts.

But after years of practice, it also has some benefits for the body.

He is familiar with medical science, and can naturally perceive the changes in his body, compared with ordinary people, his skin and flesh are more solid, and the blood vessels and veins are clearer, so the blood flow is also smoother, and he can quickly adjust and adapt to it regardless of cold or heat, so this temperature difference change cannot affect him at all.

Feeling that the room was almost warm, Zhang Qian walked to the side of the bed and gently picked the old man out of the quilt.

Yang Yongfu has reached the point where the limit is approaching, and he will wheezing when he moves on weekdays, even if it is prompted by external forces, but Zhang Qian's technique is very ingenious, and when he moves down, the old man not only did not have asthma, but his complexion became slightly ruddy because of his physical activity, Yang Jiye on the side pursed his lips slightly, his mind was restrained, and others couldn't see what he was thinking at all, Zhang Qian didn't want to guess, and he was busy with himself.

He turned the old man over and placed him on the soft quilt, then stretched out his thumb and began to press lightly through the delicate silk shirt.

Starting from the Fengmen acupoint, through the lung Yu acupoint, the Yin acupoint, and the heart acupoint have been going down to the Qi Sea acupoint, and then going up in the retrograde, the acupuncture points on this line are related to the five internal organs, and after pushing it down, the old man's wheezing voice is obviously more tense, not like the previous appearance of dying and not alive, of course, it is not the kind of urgency like asthma.

"The future is terrifying, when the old man was as old as you, he was still industrious and did not distinguish between grains and grains......"

Zhang Qian was very close to him, but he could understand what he was saying, and he also knew what he wanted to say next, but he was afraid that he would speak out of breath, so he hurriedly said to him: "The old gentleman has won the award, it's just a small means, the old gentleman is not strong enough, it's better to talk less." ”

"Good. The old gentleman replied vaguely, and a little smile could be heard in his words.

After a lot of hard work, Zhang Qian's forehead has been slightly sweaty, although this massage technique is not as good as working in the field to make it all brute force, but this delicate strength is also quite consuming of physical strength, and the whole process pays attention to a continuous, and only in this way can the qi and blood in the body be completely operated, which is also the cleverness of his massage technique, which means that Zhang Qian can not unload his force from beginning to end, and naturally there is nowhere to rest.

Besides, such a trip is an hour, naturally it will not be easy to go anywhere, and Yang Jiye also watched intently for a whole hour, even the two families who were waiting for the fire felt a little drowsy, yawning for a long time, but his expression was always the same.

Yang Yongfu's complexion was much better, and he was turned over by Zhang Qian, and before he could cover the quilt, he ordered his subordinates to give more consultation fees.

Yang Jiye hurriedly stepped forward to help his father tuck the quilt, and then went to the room to take a piece of silver and handed it to Zhang Qian.

However, Zhang Qian did not refuse, and accepted it directly. Then he explained to the two servants that Yang Yongfu paid attention to today's diet, and left the Yang family's compound with the medicine box, walking very slowly all the way, and went to several other places to go to the doctor, but there were no branches.

Not long after Zhang Qian left, Yang Jiye dismissed two subordinates, and then moved a stool to the bedside.

An old man and a young man chatted as usual, but today he did massage, Yang Yongfu's spirit is much better, and his words are naturally much more than in the past, until he was tired after noon, Yang Jiye waited to eat some nourishing soup, and then he was ready to take a nap to rest, Yang Jiye was guarding the old man as always, like a filial son, only waiting for the old man to lie down and his eyes narrowed slightly, he stood up.

looked out the window, the rain clouds in the sky were like lead, and then he turned around and pulled the horn and pressed it against the old man's mouth and nose.

"Uh!" the old man woke up from his sleep, looking at the familiar but unfamiliar face that was close at hand, and let out a frightened moan in his throat, and the evil breath that could not be spit out from his chest made him struggle incessantly, his pupils constricted, and he looked a little painful.

"Why?"

Yang Yongfu's heart was full of horror, although he had already seen life and death at such an age, but he didn't expect that it would be such a death in the end, he was unwilling to ask for an understanding, but the thick quilt covered his face, and he couldn't say a word until he died.

Yang Jiye did not have a trace of strange expression on his face, his eyes were always flat and indifferent, looking at his father who was gradually losing his struggle under his hands, the pair of cloudy eyes stared at him, and he did not reduce his strength at all, until he was sure that the old man under his hand was dead, and there was no possibility of coming back to life, he let go of his hand, and then carefully sorted out the messy quilt corners, while sighing in a low voice to himself.

"Dad, don't blame me, you're almost over, you won't survive this winter, I'm just letting you get rid of it sooner...... I'm going to Xiaowei Mountain in a few days, everything in this house has nothing to do with me, as soon as I leave, this family will have to fall, it's better to be so clean, and let me be less implicated, so that I can pursue the fairy road wholeheartedly...... This time you have fulfilled me, and the child will remember your great kindness. ”

He was talking to himself like this, and if someone else was present, he would definitely be creepy.

When the folds on the corners of the quilt were smoothed out, Yang Jiye's expression changed, he exclaimed, and then burst out crying, his voice was sad, and it was sad to hear, and the people outside the door rushed to hear the sound, and when they saw this scene, they also cried one after another, as for how much truth there is, who can know?

The world is impermanent, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

The old man of the Yang family passed away, and the first thing Yang Jiye, as the son of man, did not build a mourning hall, handle the funeral, and did not inform relatives and friends of the old man's death. Yang Jiye, a member of Qingyang County, complained that Zhang Qian, a villager of Gumiao Village, had no virtue in practicing medicine and disregarded people's lives.

The plaintiff is a gentleman from Qingyang County, and the defendant is a foreign refugee.

The facts of the case are so clear, do you need to talk more, when the time comes, as soon as the punishment is given, you will be guilty if you are guilty, and innocence is also a crime.

Qingyang County Futai is still hundreds of miles away from the ancient temple village, all the way to the poor mountains and bad waters, the case is accepted to end in the evening, even though the case is clear and the defendant has been convicted, but also have to take care of the emotions of the arresters, so the arrest was dragged to the early morning of the next day.

As early as a few days ago, Yang Jiye also sold all the floating wealth in his family and exchanged it for real money.

Now there is no nostalgia at home, so he simply doesn't plan to go back, he directly rented an inn in Qingyang County, and waited until Zhang Qian was imprisoned tomorrow, and after taking out the method of breathing and breathing from his mouth, he began to cultivate, and when he came to the spring of the next year, when Xiaowei Mountain came according to Cha, he also completed the first step of building the foundation in 100 days, and he would be favored when he entered the mountain gate, and a road to the heavenly immortals was placed in front of him, and what he did today was worth it.

Zhang Qian walked on the road and did not know that disaster would fall from the sky, and he would face a huge trouble.

He was carrying a piece of pork wrapped in lotus leaves, which was paid for by a farmer before, and he also collected it as before, just to prepare his father's diet. Coming out of that house, the population gradually decreased, and all the way to Gumiao Village was also a difficult mountain road.

However, Zhang Qian walked quickly, never rested all the way, and he was not tired.

In the remote place of Shuzhou, arable land is scarce, the road is difficult to find, it is very difficult to find a place to live, so the population is extremely evacuated, although there are more than a dozen families in the ancient temple village, but they are scattered all over the mountain, there is not much contact with each other, there is an ancient temple in the west mountain of the small village, and the whole village is named after this, but now, it is very few people set foot in this place, because it is not very effective, and the incense is broken for almost a generation.

Zhang Qian has lived with his father in this ancient temple in the mountains since he was a child, and he seems to be even more isolated.

This temple is very small, this temple is very small, cross the dilapidated threshold that has no lacquer, walk straight for ten steps to be able to resist the root of the wall, near the wall is the stone platform dedicated to the statue of Guanyin and the pool for burning incense, perhaps because the guests are in awe of ghosts and gods, these things have not been moved, and they are often wiped, and there is not much dust, the old man who is more than half a hundred years old is sitting on the low pier in front of him as always, like a tree, his eyes are closed, facing the door.

"Dad, it's windy, remember to close the door when you sit here in the future. ”

It was raining outside, Zhang Qian returned to the small temple, there were already some raindrops on his body, and gently patted it off under the eaves, and then looked at the old man sitting in the small temple and said casually, then he entered the house, first put the pork on the table, and then walked to the dark earthen stove to make a fire, the old man never paid attention to him from beginning to end, Zhang Qian was not annoyed, but the flint was damp, and he didn't see a little spark for a long time, which made him a little depressed.

I got up and looked for a firewood knife, thinking that it might work if I scraped off the damp layer on the surface.

Suddenly, he noticed that his father's expression had changed a little while he was sitting on the low mound, and although his eyes were closed, he could still feel the confusion in his heart, as if he had seen something that he should not see.

He put down his knife and walked over slowly, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Zhang Jiude is a strange person, in addition to sitting and sitting all day long, the qualitative is even more outrageous than the eminent monks, except for occasionally bursting out one or two headless and brainless words, he has always been taciturn. When he went into the house first, Zhang Qian accosted him, and the old man didn't have any reaction, the reason why he was not annoyed or strange was because of habit, the father and son had been together for more than ten years, and they had long been familiar with each other, so this strange temperament was not strange in Zhang Qian's opinion.

Occasionally, seeing that the expression on his face seemed to change, Zhang Qian felt a little strange.

"Dad?" Zhang Qian asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Jiude still didn't answer, it was raining outside the house, so the light was also a little gloomy, and it fell on his face through the crack in the door, making his closed eyes seem to be filled with an inexplicable charm, as if the old man was not blind at all, and was looking at the wind and rain in the sky at the moment.

Zhang Qian turned around and didn't ask, the room was a little dark.

He scraped the damp earth from the flint with a knife, lit the two oil lamps on the incense table, and the hut was a little warmer.

At this time, the sky was stormy, a gust of wind came from the mountains, the wooden door was suddenly opened, the icy cold wind poured into the house, and the two oil lamps that had just been lit could be extinguished, leaving only the little fire in Zhang's arms was still shaking, and it was also precarious.

Zhang Qian frowned, and was about to step forward to cover the door.

Zhang Jiude, who has always maintained a posture for decades, suddenly raised his hand and gently grabbed his wrist, although his strength was not great, he was not allowed to move for half a minute, he was full of surprise, and was about to ask, but Zhang Jiude had already spoken: "Eighteen years, finally here." ”