Words are insincere, hearts are insincere.

Hu Qingniu asked himself, how could he really see death and not save him?

If he is saved, will the middle-aged woman's husband be saved? If he insists on saving the child and wants this child to join the Ming Sect, will he save him or harm him with this middle-aged woman's vicious style?

Hu Qingniu smiled bitterly in his heart: "Aunt Nan, Aunt Nan, you really make me embarrassed." ”

Hu Qingniu didn't save him when he saw death, and there was a reason why people who weren't Mingjiao didn't save him.

Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu belonged to the same family and became husband and wife. He studied medical skills successfully, known as "medical fairy", she studied the poison scripture, poisoned smart, known as "poison fairy", the poison fairy was not happy that she poisoned the person, can be cured by the medical fairy, so angry, and her husband fight, determined to do the poisoning method so clever that the husband can not cure the cure.

Probably the medical immortal's skills are better than the poison immortal, how she poisoned, he cured it well, but in order to "avoid hurting the harmony of the couple", he did not treat any of the people who poisoned her later. But she deliberately hid the poisoning method, so that he didn't know that she was poisoned, and once he was inadvertently cured, she was very angry, and in the end, the doctor only decided that it was not the Mingjiao people who died, because both of them were Mingjiao people, and Wang Nangu would never poison the church's friends, but in this way, he got a nickname of "seeing death and not saving".

The love between husband and wife is deep, but this child is tired of him, Hu Qingniu was in a dilemma for a while, and finally showed sadness, waved his hand gently, and said, "Child, go down." ”

After speaking, he closed the door directly and sent off the guests, after all, it was the love of husband and wife that prevailed.

Song Qingshu naturally knew the truth that it was too much, Hu Qingniu had closed his door to send off guests, and today's courtyard had been cleaned, so there was really no need to stay here anymore.

Leaving Hu Qingniu alone, there was a battle between heaven and man in the house.

Then a few days later, Song Qingshu, as always, went to Hu Qingniu to clean the courtyard after practicing marksmanship in the morning, and sometimes Yin Li would come to talk to him in the afternoon, I really didn't understand why the little girl had so many words, and she couldn't finish talking.

A few times, when she was angry, the little girl, saying that she was going to find Hu Qingniu, was stopped by Song Qingshu.

One day, after Song Qingshu finished cleaning the courtyard, a smell of herbal residue wafted from the thatched hut, and the door of the house was wide open.

Song Qingshu felt that the time had come, and walked in directly, only to see that in a corner by the window, there was a small black stove on the tripod, bubbling with white gas, and Hu Qingniu was boiling medicine.

Song Qingshu's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly went up to add firewood and fire, Hu Qingniu couldn't stop him when he saw it, this is also the benefit of Song Qingshu helping him clean the courtyard for many days, if it was someone else, I am afraid that he would be directly blasted out by Hu Qingniu.

There was a medicine pocket next to the small stove, Hu Qingniu smelled the smell of medicine in the small stove, and methodically took out the medicinal materials from the medicine pocket and put them in.

"What kind of medicine is this", Song Qingshu saw that every time Hu Qingniu took out Chinese herbal medicine, he showed great curiosity for knowledge, and asked.

Hu Qingniu was not annoyed, and when he was in a good mood, he gave Song Qingshu an answer.

"Hundred grasses, sweet and bitter, slightly warm and not dry, the power is to moisten the lungs and relieve cough. ”

"Aster is bitter and pungent in taste, warm but not hot, moist but not dry, and the power is dedicated to venting lung depression and stopping phlegm."

"Nettle ......"

"Bitter herb ......"

......

Although Hu Qingniu was unrestrained to Song Qingshu's questioners and answered them one by one, he spoke very quickly, and most of them passed by in a hurry.

Reincarnated as a human, Song Qingshu's memory is very strong, but it is also very limited, Hu Qingniu's words are fast, but very short, Song Qingshu grasps the main features, and then corresponds to the characteristics and Hu Qingniu's explanation, but it is also very easy to write down.

"I know that, ginger. When Hu Qingniu took out a piece of earthy yellow and crumpled into a ball, Song Qingshu felt a little familiar and recognized it as Jiang, so he interacted and said, a slap does not make a sound, and it cannot be explained by Hu Qingniu alone throughout the whole process.

Who knew that Hu Qingniu gave him a farewell glance and continued: "Old ginger, the taste is spicy, and it cures wind and cold. ”

The medicinal soup boiled for nearly two hours, and the time was noon, and a servant boy sent a few dishes of green vegetables and fresh fish, which were placed on the square table, and the aroma was compelling.

Song Qingshu stayed, and when he was about to leave, Hu Qingniu asked him to stay here to eat.

Fishing near the stream, grass when encountering the field. Not only is the fish delicious, but there are also a lot of sauerkraut soaked in the table in the jar, such as celery (not parsley, aquatic, often growing on the edge of the field), etc., and there are some unknown ones in Song Qingshu, dipped in the configured dipping water, which is very delicious, and finally drink a bowl of green vegetable soup, which is very refreshing and quenches thirst.

After eating, Song Qingshu hurriedly said goodbye, and Hu Qingniu looked at Song Qingshu's back thoughtfully.

On the second day, after Song Qingshu finished cleaning the yard, Hu Qingniu was still decocting medicine.

This time, Song Qingshu was mostly silent.

Hu Qingniu boiled in the past two days should be a medicine with similar efficacy, because there are many medicinal materials and yesterday are repeated, although the style may be very different, such as one is a new tender green medicine, the other is an old residual yellow root, but the essential characteristics are still there, but where yesterday Hu Qingniu said the medicinal materials Song Qingshu will never ask again, only when Hu Qingniu takes out a very small number of new medicinal materials Song Qingshu will ask out.

As everyone knows, the more Hu Qingniu looks at it, the more surprised he becomes, because Song Qingshu behaves as if he memorized all those medicines after listening to them once.

He had an idea before boiling the medicine today, and yesterday he deliberately said it quickly, Song Qingshu either stopped asking today, or he would make a mistake, and then he would teach him another lesson, but as for Song Qingshu's current performance, he couldn't believe it.

He picked up a herb and motioned to Song Qingshu.

"Coltsfoot flowers, light and fragrant, slightly bitter and bitter taste. Return to the lung meridian, moisten the lungs and lower the qi, relieve cough and dissolve phlegm". Song Qingshu is very confident.

Hu Qingniu listened to it and marveled at Song Qingshu's memory, but he took out a few herbs again to test Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu described them one by one, and it was unmistakable.

In fact, yesterday, after Song Qingshu asked him the name of the herb, he had a little plan in his heart, he really didn't want this well-behaved child to die early.

But if Song Qingshu was really saved, what would happen to the middle-aged couple? Especially the woman who was too angry and skilled, and was afraid that her husband and wife would be hated and suffer from unjustified disasters. But if she accidentally poisoned the person who was poisoned by her aunt, what would she think, wouldn't it hurt the friendship between husband and wife?

At that time, a wild thought suddenly crossed his mind, what if Song Qingshu was "saving himself"? If Song Qingshu knew pharmacology, why not save himself?

Therefore, today's boiling medicine, Hu Qingniu inevitably has no meaning of comparison.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu seemed to be really gifted in pharmacology, and he never forgot it, which made him love talents.

Hu Qingniu knew that this child did not know medical science, but he had lived in seclusion in the barren valley for many years, and he was lonely after all. Although there was an endless stream of people who came to seek medical treatment, everyone only praised him for his medical skills, which he had long since heard twenty years ago. In fact, the real conceit of his life is not in the essence of 'medical skills', but in the invention and creativity of 'medicine', which has never been done by the sages before him. He knew that these achievements were really extraordinary, but he could only appreciate himself alone, and he was lonely.

Now that he has this child, he really has the idea of "medicine" and accepting apprentices.

But on the surface, it is still quiet.