Wang Yue Han

"The willows are blown by the evening breeze, and the young man swims in a lonely boat." This is the only way Jiang Zihan can appreciate the scenery all afternoon. Isn't this the way to be a man and a monster?Worldly fame and wealth are not as comfortable as sailing, the night is getting darker and the river wind is also bringing a chill, he turns back to the cabin, thinking that Yan Ziyao has been asleep for several hours, it is time to get up and eat something , who knows that he knocked on the door for a long time, but he didn't see any response from inside. It stands to reason that people who practice martial arts and Taoism have the most sensitive five senses, and he, Yan Ziyao, is one of the best. How could he commit such a big taboo?Could it be that something happened?Worried, Jiang Zihan looked at the bow of the boat, and saw that the boatman was steering the rudder seriously, and had no time to take care of him, so he let the spell pass through the door; fortunately, Yan Ziyao was still there, Jiang Zihan didn't know himself, why I was scared for a moment, but when I saw Yan Ziyao lying quietly on the bed, all the feelings disappeared; "Yan Ziyao, won't you be hungry after sleeping for so long?" Wrinkled, mocking Yan Ziyao and walking to the bed, but Yan Ziyao still didn't respond: "Hey, don't you just want to sleep like this to death?" Jiang Zihan was speechless, so he had to put away the fan and patted it with his hands. With the touch of the back of Yan Ziyao's hand, Yan Ziyao's whole body was scalding hot, scalding Jiang Zihan fiercely, and Jiang Zihan jumped up from the bed in shock. When he turned around, he saw Yan Ziyao's face was flushed, and he was so frightened. He hurriedly reached out to touch Yan Ziyao's forehead again, it was so hot, his body was cold all the year round, he didn't know whether Yan Ziyao's body temperature had already surpassed that of ordinary people at this moment, he didn't dare to guess casually, so he hurried to the bow of the boat to catch the boatman Pulled in, let him see if Yan Ziyao's body temperature is normal; "Oh, hey, this little brother has a bad enough fever." , the so-called long-term illness becomes a good doctor, he knew the result when he saw Yan Ziyao's symptoms, and sighed: "Young people nowadays, they just live comfortably and can't stand the bumps, otherwise how can he say that with his bones? Sickness means sickness?"; Indeed, with Yan Ziyao's cultivation base, how can he be a weak young man who is lingering on the sick bed, Jiang Zihan stood by the bed and thought about it, and it took him a while to conclude the crux of the matter. Yesterday Yan Ziyao accompanied him in the rain After staying for an entire hour, it's strange if you don't catch the wind and cold, okay?Quickly corrected Yan Ziyao's name and explained: "No, old man, you misunderstood. He was drenched in rain for an hour yesterday, and the cold wind blew again at noon, so...maybe he has a fever."; "Good man, Don’t you know how to hide when it’s raining?” The old man had a serious face and scolded Jiang Zihan like a child: “You young people are just too reckless! You think you can resist everything when you are young, right? You don’t know how to cherish when you are young. Myself, who do I go to when I get sick all the time, isn’t it me and my family who are suffering in the end?”; “Yes yes yes, old man, you are right, please think of a way, old man.” He, Jiang Zihan, is alive For more than 500 years, no one has dared to reprimand him like this, but he has good intentions after all, he can't just slap him and fan him to death, besides, if he suffers any kind of knife wound or even internal injury, he can still keep it. Nian came to heal people, but what Yan Ziyao suffered from was an extremely common wind-cold disease. His tone sounded like a good father, if he knew that one of the ones he admonished was a bamboo demon and the other was a monster collector, how would he feel?

The boatman went out to find some medicinal ingredients from the small warehouse at the back, went to the hall and lit the stove, poured the medicinal ingredients into sand jars, added water, and put them on the stove. Jiang Zihan volunteered to supervise the fire, and the boatman complied. Before leaving, he asked casually: "The little brother inside is your elder brother, it seems that you care about him."; Jiang Zihan didn't know why the boatman said that he and Yan Ziyao were brothers, and even if they were brothers, then It is also him, Yan Ziyao, who is hundreds of years old, so he should be the elder brother. He held the fan in his hand and looked at the stove seriously and retorted: "No, we are just friends."; "Really..." Weng has known countless people, from high-level officials to elopement, he has never missed a shot, but this time he really missed it, so he laughed: "Old man, I have seen countless people, this is the first time I missed it." The sharpness of eyesight, it seems that you are really old, but you really have some similarities with him."; "Me and him? Similar?" Jiang Zihan is inexplicable, the environment that gave birth to the two of them can be said to be incompatible ?If incompatibility can cause two irrelevant people to have similarities, then it can only be said that there is only a one in ten thousand possibility, and I should not be among them; the boatman went to the bow again, At this delayed time, you have to speed up to find the sheltered harbor in the middle of the night, because thick fog will rise on the river at night to obscure your vision, which is not conducive to walking, so this waterway has sheltered harbors every twenty miles; The wooden planks blocked the wind from the river, Jiang Zihan felt a little hot sitting in front of the fire, the sand pot was tumbling, and the smell of medicine gradually wafted out, making Jiang Zihan want to vomit, he never knew that the smell of mortal medicine could be so unpleasant Smell, is this really for people to drink?Are you sure it's not □□?He took the dishcloth folded on the table next to him and took a look at the lid of the pot. The medicinal juice was gurgling in the pot, and the smell was more diffused in the air. The boatman smelled the fragrance of the medicinal and shouted across the bow: "Inside Brother, the concoction is hot enough, you can pour it out and give it to your friend."; "But... this smells so bitter, can you really drink it?" Not only does it smell bitter, but even looking at it It was all pitch black, Jiang Zihan frowned in distaste; "So you young people, good medicine is good for the disease, you just take it and drink it for him, so that he will wake up alive tomorrow." The boatman concentrated on propping the boat, as if he was a young man who didn't know the suffering in the world; since everyone had already said so, Jiang Zihan had no choice but to suppress his doubts, pour the medicinal juice into a bowl, hold it in his hand, and lay on his side on the bed. Sitting down, he helped Yan Ziyao up, who knew that when he brought the medicine bowl closer, Yan Ziyao would turn his head to avoid it in a coma: "It seems that he is really a person who has never suffered." Sneaking, cast a spell Temporarily seal Yan Ziyao's sense of smell and taste, and then pass the decoction to Yan Ziyao's mouth and let him drink it; people with a high fever will lose water quickly, and Yan Ziyao is actually already thirsty, without the sense of smell and taste, Yan Ziyao is like walking alone A traveler in the desert was nectar from the sky, drank all the water like a cow, Jiang Zihan waited on Yan Ziyao to take the decoction, and then took off his coat for him and moved the person inside. After all, the space on the boat is not as good as the inn on the road It was spacious, and if he wanted to sleep, he would have to go to the same couch. After Jiang Zihan took out the bowl and put it away, he went to say good night to the boatman, and then went back to the room, turned off the lights and put on his clothes, and went to sleep.

The passenger ship docked in the safe harbor for half the night, and it was not until the fog cleared on the river the next day that it set sail again. Yan Ziyao was awakened by the sunlight through the small window of the passenger ship. , and now it seems that there is nothing wrong; "Wake up, please let me go?" Jiang Zihan's gentle voice came from above his head, and Yan Ziyao was completely awake. He opened his eyes and saw that his hands and feet were wrapped around Jiang Zihan's body, no wonder no wonder No wonder I felt something was wrong when I woke up; realizing that I had lost my composure, Yan Ziyao hurriedly let go and rolled into the bed, apologizing with his back to Jiang Zihan: "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it." His posture is extremely upright, why did he just...

There was embarrassment floating around in the air, Jiang Zihan was hugged for a night and couldn't move, now he was loose, turned over to look at Yan Ziyao's back, propped his head and said with a half-smile: "Yesterday you had a high fever, I I have no choice but to try to cool you down."

fever?cool down?A rainbow flashed across Yan Ziyao's face in an instant, and the seven colors changed. Then he looked down at his undone clothes, it was more like a thunderbolt from the blue sky slashing from the top of his head. This bamboo demon can't be a manly person, can he?Thinking of this, he subconsciously grabbed the skirt of his clothes tightly, a little at a loss, a gentleman like Zhu Nai would not take advantage of others' danger, right?

Behind him, Jiang Zihan had a panoramic view of his little movements, burst out laughing, got up and changed his clothes, fastened his belt, turned around, looked at Yan Ziyao, and sighed with feigned regret: "I was kept by you last night. I can't move if I really want to do anything...it's such a pity." After he finished speaking, he pushed the door open happily and went out, it seemed that it was really interesting to have Yan Ziyao by his side.

On this day, Jiang Zihan was in a happy mood, and Yan Ziyao was vomiting with himself, why did he get sick?The two of them were so embarrassed that they ignored each other. Occasionally, the old punter saw a passing boat, so he opened his voice and said hello. At the time of the friendship between Shen and You, only the oars and waves were playing with each other on the broad river, and Jiang Zihan sat quietly on the boat. First, the river area here is wide, and the view is endless. The sunset dips low into the river. It is said that the moon in the sea is a flower in the mirror, but who knows that the sunset reflects the mountains into the river, and it is like a fairyland on earth achieved by splashing ink into the painting. "Jiangtian is the same color without dust, fish and dragons dive to watch the body of Taoism, there are two kinds of righteousness between heaven and man, and the truth is only in human beings." In this situation, Yan Ziyao's mind came up with such a few descriptions, it is said This is a portrayal of the life of a senior monk.