[Hua Yang] Water and Moon

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It is the day, Wanhua Valley is in midsummer, the moon and stars are scarce, and it is Huawujian's 17th birthday.

After seeing off the congratulatory brothers, the young Wan Hua was already a little drunk. She lifted up her ink-colored sleeves, found hidden love letters and handmade products from a pile of gifts, and threw them into the courtyard without even looking at them. stone table.

After Hua Wujian tidied up the living room and planned to practice calligraphy at night, the childish voice of the younger brother came from the courtyard:

"Senior brother, do you really don't want these? The senior sisters are going to be sad again." The little Wanhua disciple was wearing a somewhat oversized disciple attire, half tiptoed to pick up the things on the stone table, and his fleshy fingers were skillful Pulling on the dial, "Some embroidered ones look good, really don't want them?"

"You're a big kid." Hua Wujian cleared his throat in embarrassment, and probed, "Why are you here at this time? Didn't you promise to return it for me tomorrow?"

"Oh, yes." The junior brother picked up the gift and replied seriously, "There is a Taoist priest who wants to ask you for medicine."

"It's not that there are senior brothers, uncles, uncles, masters... Ah, why did I forget." Hua Wujian said halfway, then suddenly stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead.

It was the annual Famous Sword Conference held at the Hidden Sword Villa, and most of Huagu's masters had left for the appointment, and they would not be able to return until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"Then let the priest come tomorrow, today..."

"I know it's my brother's birthday today, but my brother," the little brother holding the pile of presents was obviously a little heavy, trying to hold his fingers in one hand to prevent the purse tied at the corner from falling, and pointed to the courtyard door with the other, "He must Said to be in a hurry."

According to his mood, Hua Wujian should have coldly dismissed the guest, but he raised his head and looked at the figure at the gate of the courtyard.

Under the flower tree in the courtyard, there is a handsome Taoist priest standing with a sword behind his back, his eyebrows are like the edge of a sword, his eyes are like lacquer, his fair face is slightly tired, the hem of his blue and white Taoist robe is a little dusty due to the rush, but the high beam The hair in the crown was tidied up meticulously, and he was standing straight, smiling at him.

Yiren is like this, with the scenery of Jiyue, although he is not as immortal as Elder Chunyang, but the Taoist priest in front of him of similar age has a taste of being out of the world and in the world, as quiet and proud as the cedar of Huashan.

"Under the Wanhua Valley, Hua Wujian is under the family of the Medicine King." Senior brother and uncle were not there, Hua Wujian put on a posture of Wanhua hospitality without saying a word, touched the head of the little junior brother, and wrinkled all over because of pushing cups and clinking cups clothes, "Why is the Taoist priest so anxious?"

The little junior understood, and ran away in a hurry holding the gift.

Huawujian, the talented young disciples of Wanhua doctors, the rare talents of Wanhua Valley, even if they were said to be miraculous, what caught Qin Yue's eyes was a doctor of the same age, with emerald eyebrows and beautiful appearance, and a luxurious bearing.

It's a pity that this doctor is a bit informal, his cheeks are flushed like he has drunk wine, and he just straightened his front when he saw him, and the black long sleeves that represent high ranks are still unceremoniously rolled over his elbows, and his long hair like a waterfall is also casual. The loose, soft color glows in the moonlight.

"Qin Yuezhi, a disciple of Xia Chunyang Qingxu's sect, I don't know Mr.'s birthday, so I'm bothering you." The Taoist priest only took one look at him before lowering his head, cupping his fists and recommending himself, his eyes flickering, "There are four juniors under the sect who suddenly broke out after lunch. Fever, high fever persists, accompanied by vomiting and diarrhea, ordinary medicines have not improved, masters and uncles all went to the famous sword competition..."

Qin Yuezhi had heard of his name before, but he never imagined that the first time he saw him would be like this. The other party's polite smile was so radiant, and such a startling glance made him suddenly dazed, and he dared not look at him for the second time. Eye.

"Qingyan Wanhua Valley and Huashan Chunyang Palace are only separated by Chang'an. Although the journey is not too far away, but the Taoist priest must have traveled all night and came here overnight. It must be that junior brother who burned badly." Ming, with his hair tied, walked out, raised his chin, hooked the corners of his mouth and showed an intriguing smile, beckoning him to follow, "Come with me."

Qin Yuezhi was still in a daze, until he brushed shoulders with him before reacting to follow him, seeing him carrying a lamp to illuminate the road, he asked in puzzlement, "Sir, do you want to follow me to Chunyang Palace for a consultation?"

"I haven't been ordered to go out of the valley yet, so I won't go." Hua Wujian flatly refused, walked briskly on the Qingyan trail, and entered the nearest pharmacy after a while.

Qin Yuezhi watched him light the lamp, and the fragrance of medicine from the whole room rushed to his face.

"I think it might be strange to have a fever at the same time. It's either a group eating bad stomach, or infection. Temporarily, the doctor ordered to take three doses a day, lie still and ventilate, bedding must be clean, and personnel must be isolated. Master and master will return tomorrow. If your brother If the fever hasn't gone down in the evening, send someone to report it quickly, and if it improves, just take it." Hua Wujian's tone was steady, and he gave the "doctor's order" like an endorsement. While speaking, he had already weighed the medicine , Prepared a three-day amount for four people, and handed it over to Qin Yuezhi.

Qin Yuezhi stood there blankly, staring at the medicine bag hanging under the slender fingers for a long time, his tense expression finally eased, and then he took it and thanked him repeatedly: "Mr. Qin has been bothering you late at night, so I will send you to rest."

Hua Wujian was already half-drunk, and at this moment, he was a little loose. After hearing his words, he yawned wearily, locked the door of the pharmacy, and walked towards the other side of the Qingyan steps in a leisurely manner: "Tomorrow is the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers." I need to confirm the venue again for the Fengya Collection of Trial Disciples. There is no need to rest, and neither is 'Sir'."

"But..." The apology in Qin Yuezhi's heart was already welling up on his lips, but the irritability shown by Hua Wujian, who was slightly drunk in the night breeze, was clearly reflected on that indifferent face at this moment, allowing him to relax. A glimpse of the uneasiness that other people couldn't see at all.

"You will definitely come out on top." Qin Yuezhi blurted out, immediately regretting her mistake, and hurriedly said, "Farewell, Qin."

Qingyue's voice echoed in the night, Hua Wujian was stunned, and when he turned around, Qin Yuezhi had already bowed his hands and said goodbye to him.

By the side of the bridge, a chubby head poked out, but it was the little junior brother just now: "Senior brother, you are not allowed to prescribe medicine before you leave the teacher."

Hua Wujian turned to look at him with a calm expression: "It's all in bloom, so it's useless to talk about it."

(3)

Feng Ya Ji was originally an activity for disciples of Wanhua to compare skills and exchange ideas, but there are famous sword competitions in the world, and it is also an unwritten rule for Feng Ya Ji to fight secretly.

It was late and the sun was high, but Hua Wujian was taking a nap in Lanyuan in his clothes. From time to time, there were quarrels in the courtyard:

"Originally, Feng Ya collected thousands of flowers and seven arts, but he alone was no better than medicine. Now that he is locked up, is he clearly bullying my Xinglin family?" It was the voice of the master who spoke urgently.

"Senior brother punished him to close the door and think about his mistakes. He is not allowed to go out today, and the Feng Ya Ji must also be attended by qualified disciples. Since the door is closed, they will naturally be eliminated." The one who raised his voice slightly proudly was the uncle of Tiangong next door.

"Wu Jian just prescribed a prescription for gastritis and cold. If there is something to do for him, there is no fault. He should wait for the senior brother to come back and understand the situation before punishing him."

"But just prescribed a prescription? I didn't understand the situation when I wrote the prescription. If the plague kills people, who will compensate Chunyang Palace for Xiao Chunyang?"

"It's right for the healer not to heal?! The disciples of my Xinglin sect can't be imprisoned by others!" The master was obviously angry at being forced by the uncle, and immediately roared.

"I didn't lock people up. You have to make a fuss to find your senior brother. He has gone to Chunyang Palace now, and he should be back in the evening." The uncle immediately shirked the responsibility completely and refused to let go.

"you--"

Hearing that the quarrel outside the door was about to escalate into a fight, the little junior brother who was copying books in the room couldn't sit still any longer. He walked up to Hua Wujian and poked him with his chubby fingers: "Senior brother, you really don't like me?" Go to persuade?"

"No." Hua Wujian turned around, closed his eyes and changed into a comfortable position, and replied lazily.

"Then... are you really not going to Feng Ya Ji? The venue was arranged by you, senior brother... Well..." The junior brother poked him again, "You didn't finish the competition between last year and the year before, so you have to get the total this year Score first."

Hua Wujian opened his eyes this time, stretched out his hand and slapped off his fingers, and said a lesson: "If you win, you will definitely be criticized by the disciples from other sects. If you lose, you will lose Xinglin's face, so don't go."

"Oh~~ No wonder senior brother you were so quick to prescribe the medicine yesterday, did you do it on purpose?" The little junior brother suddenly realized, and leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "Then you refused to admit your mistake today, and made the senior brother furious also on purpose?"

Before he finished speaking, the little junior brother's round face was pinched into a triangle.

"You are so young, practice your hand skills more, don't meddle in your senior brother's business." Hua Wujian said angrily, feeling a little bored.

Earlier, he heard a conversation from his master and uncle: If Hua Wujian had great ambitions and aspired to become a master of medicine, he would be able to move forward towards his goal, but he didn't have this desire, and Zao Muxiu Forest.According to the master, this is a very dangerous thing. As for the danger, it is immeasurable for the time being. If the disciple can realize the way of being a doctor early, he will be relieved.

The conversation between master and uncle didn't go deep, but the intangible danger that can't be seen took root in Hua Wujian's heart.

For him now, instead of saying that treating diseases and saving lives is about caring for the common people, it is better to say that being a doctor is a job, and prescribing medicines is what Wanhua should do. Hua Wujian really doesn't know how to deal with people's difficulties.Even if he was so sincere yesterday, he only prescribes the medicine according to the symptoms, and even hides some selfishness.

This may be what Master said, without that "heart".

However, the world is peaceful, and there are only a handful of patients who come to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. Most of the life and death he sees are paid for medical treatment. Some people have ugly faces, and he doesn't feel pity when they die.

Without the heart of a doctor, it is no wonder that his Taisu nine injections could not return life with one injection.

Fengyaji is no better than medicine