I am the poor scholar

The name was chewed and crushed in his lips and teeth, and the big Buddha that came to mind through this name was pressed in Bu Qingyun's heart.

This is not a script, how could it be him?

It seems that I have read too many scriptures.

How can the interlocking links in the storybook be replicated in reality?

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The snow blanket was getting thicker and thicker, Bu Qingyun stumbled and staggered, and was finally exhausted.

He was originally a scholar, and it was extremely rare to be able to walk halfway up the mountain with a man on his back.

The mountain road is narrow and slippery, Bu Qingyun staggered and was about to fall.

Accidentally slipped his hand, and the weight on his back disappeared in an instant.

The snow was very thick, and it left deep human-shaped marks on the snow mattress.

Bu Qingyun took a breath of air: "It's so cold."

Thinking of Xiao Shishi for a moment, Bu Qingyun suddenly crawled from the snow to Xiao Shiqi's side.

Even with such an impact, Xiao Shiqi was still in a coma.

The man in black fell sideways on the snow. The snowflakes under his body seemed to melt quickly due to his body temperature, and the man's clothes and hair were soaked in snow water.

He looked embarrassed and motionless.

The handsome man's skin was flushed, and the breath he spit out turned into a white mist in the freezing weather.

His heart was beating wildly. No matter how bad his mouth was, this man had a very good heart.

Feeling nervous, Bu Qingyun slowly put his hand on Xiao Shiqi's face.

"Huh." Bu Qingyun exhaled.

have a fever.

In an instant, the haze floated in my heart again: "Let's go."

It's a world of ice and snow, and it will definitely get worse if it goes on like this.

Carrying Xiao Shishi on his back again, his feet were filled with lead, and he walked heavily but firmly along the mountain path buried in heavy snow.

The further you go down, the sparse trees gradually thicken up.

A series of footprints were left behind, Bu Qingyun murmured in his heart.

If you go out of this ghost place, you must keep fit.

Dawn breaks, fish-belly white appears in the sky.

"Hello! Who are you?!" A raised voice came from afar.

Bu Qingyun's eyes lit up, looking at the lean man trotting over from a distance, as if he saw hope.

Walking more and more briskly, he trotted towards the man.

The two didn't climb down the mountain, but they were lucky enough to meet the hunter who lived on the mountain.

Orion took over Bu Qingyun to carry Xiao Shiqi on his back. Bu Qingyun saw snow falling on Xiao Shiqi's shoulders and back, so he patted it for him.

The simple and honest man was very enthusiastic. After learning about Bu Qingyun's situation, he led Bu Qingyun to his home without saying a word.

Orion called himself Yang Jing, and chatted with Bu Qingyun: "Brother, why did you come down from the mountain? Did you go hunting in the mountain?"

"No." Bu Qingyun touched his nose, "I'm going to do something on the mountain."

"It's best not to go up the mountain at this time! In winter, there are always some wild wolves on the mountain who can't find food, and they bite people when they catch them. I think the elder brother I met was bitten by wild wolves."

"Yes." Bu Qingyun hurriedly responded.

Brother Yang's opening like this saved Bu Qingyun from making excuses.

There was blood on his chest, and Xiao Shiqi was so miserable that he had to give an explanation.

Snow has stopped.

Yang Jing's house is a wooden house, not exquisite, but it is spacious and has many houses.

Yang Jing's wife is a simple woman who likes to study the art of diverting yellows. It happens that herbal medicines are also prepared at home. She checked the pulse through a veil and said: "This elder brother is seriously injured and has a cold. I will go to see it." See what the medicinal materials at home can be used for, and then decoct the medicine for eldest brother to drink."

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Bu Qingyun slowly dropped the boulder that had accumulated in his heart, sat on the edge of the bed, and put the back of his hand on Xiao Shiqi's flushed cheek.

very hot.

This person seemed to be greedy for the comfortable warmth and coolness, and his cheeks moved upwards, as if to dissolve the burning.

Bu Qingyun also fulfilled his wish, and let him approach with half-raised hands.

After gaining some leisure, Bu Qingyun had time to look at this man carefully.

Xiao Shiqi was handsome and had a sharp outline, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

High nose bridge, light-colored thin lips, honey-colored skin, thick eyebrows.

It's completely different from the gentle and gentle scholars, with a very handsome and noble appearance, but also a very aggressive appearance.

Even if Shicai couldn't help approaching the back of his hand, it was awe-inspiring and inviolable, as if he was born with this aura.

Who is he?

Bu Qingyun's black and white eyes reflected this man, and a few strands of hair fell down as he lowered his head.

肖？

Xiao?

Real name?

false surname?

which one?

No one would answer his question, and when Mrs. Zhang brought the medicine jar, Bu Qingyun suddenly withdrew her hand.

Blow cool, then give medicine.

In the spirit of treating benefactors with all his heart, Bu Qingyun is more considerate than ever before.

The medicine didn't work immediately, Bu Qingyun yawned.

"Brother, I see you haven't slept all night, I've cleaned up a room for you, you go to bed first."

"Thank you." Although it was a bit impolite, Nai He felt very sleepy.

Sishi, Bu Qingyun yawned and walked out of the room to see if Xiao Shiqi was awake.

There is a dead tree in front of the door. The snow that fell last night bent its branches. When Bu Qingyun passed by, the snow fell.

Snowflakes fluttered down, lightly hitting the hair on her shoulders.

Literati always like elegant things, and Bu Qingyun is no exception.

Looking at the thatched huts hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests, the pace seems to slow down because of relaxation, and a picture scroll seems to appear in front of my eyes.

The mountain forest is covered with snow, and under the cover of the dense forest, a wooden house appears and disappears from time to time.

It seems that the scenery in the painting is displayed vividly in front of the eyes through Ma Liang's brush, but it seems that he has entered the canvas by mistake.

However, there is no pen or ink at hand, otherwise it must be laid out on paper.

Bu Qingyun thought helplessly, it seemed that in order to cope with the Shilaozi imperial examination, so much effort was put into homework, and he hadn't picked up a brush for a long time.

Ouch.

Why did you really obey the old man's wish to participate in the imperial examination just to fight for that breath?

Emotions come and go like the wind, Bu Qingyun quickly put this thought behind him.

Now that everyone is here, it seems that the leader is a little bit sorry?

The happy and relaxed mood lasted until he pushed away the room where Xiao Shiqi was.

"Where is this?" Xiao Shishi's voice was hoarse.

This sentence can still be heard, the point is the next sentence——

The tone was mocking, mixed with disdain: "Where did you find the nest?" It was so shabby.

nest?

What nest?

It's hard to speak.

Bu Qingyun is not a person with long sleeves and good at dancing. Once the old man was furious and gave a comment——

"Stick, you jerk! Do you have a brain? Where did your brain go?! You can't talk too much about your brain!"

But at this moment, Bu Qingyun felt that he was really good at dancing.

Very euphemistic.

Compared with Xiao Shiqi.

In order to save his life, Bu Qingyun raised his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing the lingering discomfort in his heart: "This is a hunter's house, he took us in, and we are still on the mountain now."

After thinking about it, Bu Qingyun still said: "In front of him, don't talk about your nest, but about your family."

As soon as he sat on the wooden stool, Bu Qingyun raised his eyes, and found the familiar contempt and arrogance in the man's eyes, really arrogant.

Bu Qingyun understood his meaning in a daze: "You think I'm stupid?" "You deserve to mention me?"

Itchy hands, want to hit someone.

Angry.

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