Qianshan

In the vast expanse of white snow, a person quickly passed by, holding a person in his arms.

The person being hugged may not be considered a person anymore. An arrow was stuck in his chest, passing through his chest and cutting off his heart veins; his white clothes were soaked in blood, his lips were bruised, his face was pale, and he was unconscious. Dead bodies.

The man hugged the corpse and found a big tree to block the snow, took off his robe and spread it on the ground, before carefully placing the corpse on it.

His eyes were scarlet, but he forced himself to be calm. He set up a barrier with his backhand so that people outside could not detect it, and then quickly sketched runes on the ground.

After sketching, he used spirit stones to hold the four corners. He took out a pair of dark red rings from the storage bag, and cut a bloody cut on his and the ring finger of the corpse. He was very careful when scratching the corpse. Marking himself was simple and rude, put the ring on the bloody mouth, carefully and neatly pulled out the arrow from the chest of the corpse, and threw it at the eye of the formation.

In an instant, a bloody halo appeared in the talisman array, and the two dark red rings turned bright red, shining brightly.

He held the corpse's hand carefully, his voice trembling, as if begging or praying.Back and forth, but that sentence.

"Yan Zhao, Yan Zhao, wake up, please, wake up..."

While speaking, the anger in his body continued to weaken, but his eyes gradually became brighter.Finally, he couldn't bear to vomit a mouthful of blood, and wiped it clean with the hand that wasn't holding the corpse.

After about an hour, the arrow at the eye of the array burned out, the red light gradually disappeared, and the ring turned into a dark red color that was even more inconspicuous than before, as if it was covered in dust and lost its vitality.And the hand of the corpse wearing the ring moved slightly twice, his chest heaved, and his eyes opened quietly.

It seems that it is not a corpse change, but it is indeed resurrected and became a human again.

Yan Zhao's voice was hoarse, he took a breath and asked, "Who are you?"

The man froze there, both surprised and happy. The surprised thing was that he forgot everything, and the happy thing was that he finally came back to life. The joy was greater than the surprise.I couldn't help it for a while, and finally burst into tears.

Yan Zhao looked at him foolishly, his face was pale, and his face was full of tears, which really made people feel distressed, and he continued intermittently: "The one who cried so much... no, I don't know, I thought... it was my wife. "

This time the man froze completely.

After a while, I don't know whether to be happy or angry: "Master, be careful with your words."

After a while he sighed, and added: "Disciple Huaijing. Your surname is Lin, Lin Shu, and your style name is Yan Zhao."

The injury on Lin Shu's body was far more than that of an arrow. Now that the pulse in his heart has been renewed, the blood flow has stopped. The external injury is not fatal, but the internal injury is serious. He urgently needs to find a place to recuperate.

Huaijing said: "Twenty miles away from here, there is a yard, which is a resting place we bought during our travels. Let's go there."

"Master, you are seriously injured, and this disciple has offended you." He held Lin Shu firmly in his arms with one hand on his shoulders and one hand on his knees, and walked westward with his sword.

At the junction of humans and demons, Ningxi Village at the foot of Taicang Mountain.

Most of the villagers have two or three houses, and a small courtyard is surrounded by fences. Two elms or jujube trees are planted in the yard. There is a unique yard with a red plum tree, which is blooming in the ice and snow. The next stone table and two stone benches.There is a game of broken chess on the table. Because the owner is weak and cannot bear the cold, he hasn't played it for a long time.

Grandma Cheng next door tremblingly brought a chicken over, and saw Lin Shu standing by the window. The man was wearing a cloak, with a bloodless face wrapped in fluffy fur.

Grandma Cheng remembered that a few years ago, her son was seriously ill, thanks to the excellent medical skills of the younger brother, Lu Chaoci, who saved his life.But brother Lu Yanzhao's illness has not been cured.

"You child, you are sick, and you still have to stand in the wind."

Of course Lu Yanzhao is Lin Shu. According to Huaijing, the two traveled here a few years ago and found the scenery beautiful, so they built a courtyard. something to come.Now in Ningxi Village, they continue to use the aliases they used to travel with, Lu Chaoci and Lu Yanzhao, and they still pretend to be brothers.

Lin Shu smiled: "Grandma Cheng, it's very cold, come in quickly."

Grandma Cheng looked at the open window: "If Chaoci is not here, no one can control you. What about him?"

Lin Shu poured a cup of hot tea for Grandma Cheng to warm her hands, and said with a smile, "I went up to the mountain to collect herbs, he has to work harder, otherwise what will I do to support my sick brother."

Grandma Cheng sighed: "You were better when I saw you in the early years. In the past few years, Chao Ci said that he took you out to seek medical advice. Why is it getting worse now?"

Lin Shu nonchalantly said without changing his complexion: "My disease was brought out of my mother's womb. Many doctors asserted that I would not live to be 20 years old. You see, I am still alive and well. God must have turned a blind eye to me. Only one eye. One must be content, right?"

Grandma Cheng put down the chicken for him, and Lin Shu thanked her.

Grandma Cheng: "Thank you, the life of my unbelievable son is still given by the court."

After sending Grandma Cheng away, Lin Shu opened the window halfway again, facing the red plum plant in the yard.

While looking at the plum blossoms, he suddenly closed the window. At the same time, Huai Jing walked into the fence, holding a hatchet in his hand, a bundle of firewood and a medicine basket on his back, and a Two fat rabbits.One seemed to know its next fate, and it was wilting; the other was still kicking and kicking stupidly.

Huaijing put the things down, put the two rabbits into the cage, washed their hands and went into the house.

Lin Shu leaned on the bedside, pretending to flip through a book of celestial artifacts, looked up and said, "Huaijing, if you don't come back, I'm going to starve to death."

"I came back late today to find a herb. I'm going to cook." Huaijing apologized, and when he saw the chicken, he said, "Grandma Cheng has brought something again? Just to save the wild rabbit caught today by two more lives." sky."

Lin Shu put down his book, winter was almost over, and his injury healed a lot.He didn't want to ask about the past, and Huaijing didn't say anything. Gradually, the two of them became more like brothers than master and apprentice.

Lin Shu got up and followed: "Teach me how to cook, so that I won't be hungry when you're not around."

Huai Jing hurriedly pushed him back into the room, touched his cold hand, and stuffed him with a hand stove.Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he said, "You should sit still and don't make trouble for me."

Huaijing took the chicken to the kitchen, cleaned up the pot, made a stewed chicken with potatoes, stewed the soup with the chicken rack, added a dish of vinegared cabbage, and got drunk with pear blossoms.It's really Lin Shu who is old and disrespectful. He is afraid of hardship after taking pills, so he insists on pairing it with wine.

At the dinner table, Lin Shu first took the elixir for internal injuries with wine, and then started chatting while eating the vegetables: "Today, the little fat man from the village chief's family came to see you and said that his sister was ill, and he wanted you to come over and have a look." , the little girl has been sick three times in the winter, but it's just some minor ailments like cold and cough." He glanced at Huaijing, and said jokingly, "I'm afraid the little girl is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking."

Huaijing gave Lin Shu a hand that picked up the food: "Master, don't talk when you eat, and don't talk when you sleep."

Lin Shu figured it out a long time ago, if what he said was irrelevant, Huai Jing would not stop him, if he said something irrelevant, Huai Jing would not stop him.

Hey, my family has just grown up as a teenager. It's normal to like a girl.

But when he heard the voice of master, he always felt guilty: "Okay, okay, I won't talk about it. But our Huaijing's craftsmanship is getting better and better."

After dinner, Huaijing sat down at the desk, studying ink and brushing a brush.Lin Shu got up to look, and saw a plum tree in full bloom, with the same appearance and posture as the one in the courtyard. Moreover, the painting was full of spirit, and one could tell at a glance that the painter was of a good standard.

"At your level, if you don't become a doctor one day, we won't starve to death just by selling paintings."

Huai Jing casually replied, "Well, I won't make you hungry."

"Why do you suddenly think of painting?"

Huaijing just finished painting and put down his pen: "You are weak and can't stand the wind and cold, let alone your injury is not healed yet, I will draw a good one, and I will fold another one and put it in the house tomorrow morning."

He seemed to be coaxing a child: "Don't open the window to catch the cold."

Lin Shu touched his nose, as if he could only say one word in front of him: "Okay."

Huaijing went into the mountain once yesterday, and he can be free for five or six days. Minor illnesses and disasters of the villagers are nothing to him. In the case of only one injured Lin Shu, as a doctor, he can really spend three days. I have been fishing for two days.

But when drying the net, it happens to be used to accompany the injured.

Today, Lin Shangyou twirled the ring on his fingertips: "What is this ring used for? I always feel that it is not an ordinary ornament."

Huaijing's hand unconsciously touched his chest—this ring is called Hongluan, and it is an ancient fairy artifact. It is used to sign a contract of same life between two people. Once the contract is signed, it will be shared by both of them. Lifespan and vitality, usually no disease, no disaster and no response.Hong Luan was the medium of the contract, and since the contract was engraved on the two of them, Hong Luan was useless and became an inconspicuous ordinary ornament.

Out of some kind of selfishness, he kept Hong Luan on his body, but he didn't dare to put it on his hands in a fair and honest manner.Even though this fairy artifact is very remote and unpopular, almost no one knows it.

Huaijing: "...It's just an ordinary ornament with no spiritual power fluctuations on it."

Fortunately, Lin Shangjue was not obsessed with this matter, but it was almost New Year's Eve, and he was asked to go to the town tomorrow to buy some New Year's goods.

"Staying in the house all day is boring. Let me go to town with you tomorrow."

Huai Jing thought for a while: "Alright, I'll go see the village chief's girl later, and borrow his carriage for a day."

On the second day, Huaijing was driving a car. The car was full of quilts, bedding, tea and snacks, and Lin Shu was drowsy inside.

"Here we are." Lin Shu was woken up by Huaijing, and was taken into a restaurant by him in a daze.

Immediately, a mistress came up to meet them. Seeing that the two were dressed normally but had an outstanding temperament, they swiftly took them to the second floor and found a quieter seat.

Bring tea and melon seeds first.

"Second guest officers, what would you like to eat?"

Lin Shu was still awake, and said with a smile, "Give me two taels of wine."

Huaijing continued: "I want autumn dew white for wine, then I want West Lake vinegar fish, dry roasted winter bamboo shoots, and a plate of hibiscus cake."

"okay."

In the lively hall on the first floor of the tavern, the storyteller was getting excited when he was talking about it.

"An old man came to the Demon Venerable, and saw that the man had white beard and hair, a fairy-like bone, and a Zhuoying sword. : "Today, the deity gave up his life to defend the Tao, the devil, and take his life!" For a moment, swords, swords and swords continued, spiritual power and devilish energy overflowed, and others could not get in. Under Xuanqing Daoist's ambition, for the sake of all people in the world, he is not afraid of death , swords and swords killing intent, but the Demon Lord is cunning and has strange skills, and in the end one died and one was injured.

Mr. Storyteller made an eye-catching shot.

"Exactly—a truce between humans and demons, a hundred years of stability, and the head of the festival on Wudao Mountain!"

Huaijing remained calm, but his hands clenched the cup tightly, if he exerted a little more force, he would have to pay for the cup to the restaurant later.

Lin Shu on the opposite side didn't pay attention to the story downstairs. He spat out a melon seed peel and commented: "It's too salty."