Bound Shark Wife

Chapter 59

After this winter, the snow fell continuously for several days and nights, the sky and the earth were covered with a layer of solemn white, and there was a deep accumulation of snow in front of the Zongyuan gate and in the courtyard.

Soon after dawn, the servants began to exercise their muscles and bones after breakfast, and took shovels to clear the snow in the courtyard and outside the door.

Liu Songzi shoveled almost all the snow outside the gate, and when he turned around, he saw Zongzhang holding an unopened umbrella, and he seemed to be going out.

He said: "Master Zong, the road has just been shoveled, and it will take some time for the driver to drive in."

Zongzhang said: "I'll go out first."

Li Guanshi, who followed behind with his things, wanted to take the umbrella from Zong Zhang's hand, but Pu Yuan didn't mean that.

The fox fur swayed by the cold wind, and the head of the sect walked quietly and slowly on the white snow, like a tall and straight pine.

Liu Songzi sent Zongzhang and Li Guanshi to a place outside where the carriage could drive. He looked at the back in front of him, scratched his hair, closed his mouth and calmed down.

In fact, Liu Songzi has long been used to this kind of life. He has been serving the patriarch since he was a child, and it is like this every year. These trivial and ordinary things are repeated every day.After serving by the Zongzhang's side to a certain age, maybe he will marry a wife, and when he becomes a family, the surrounding will be even more lively.

The Zongzhang also didn't talk much, he was solemn and calm, and it was only in the past two years that he had that little bit of vitality.Now that the patriarch has cooled down, it should be like this, but the servant sees it, and for some reason, he always feels uncomfortable in his heart.

Will the patriarch get married?

Do humans and sharks really have a future?

I don't know much about other species, but I have also heard many books on the market that are sought after by listeners.

The stories told in those storybooks may not be true and complete, but the stories between human and monsters have not ended well, because mortals cannot surpass the age of monsters for thousands of years.

The servant doesn't know anything, except that the Zongzhang is a very serious person from the beginning to the end, and if he is sure of one thing, he will not look back.

The snow stopped for a while, and the sea was covered with ice.

When Pu Yuan came to the coast, many fishermen came out to work. In winter, the sea freezes and affects their fishing. In order not to block the way to obtain sea food, whenever it snows, the fishermen will spontaneously de-ice at the beach.

This is an unsafe activity. Every year, everyone is careful to prevent people from falling into the sea from the ice.

The cold wind is bitter, mixed with cold and damp water vapor, as if sticking to people's faces and cutting them to the bone.

Everyone called out to the patriarch one after another, and Pu Yuan signaled them to ignore him.

The range of excavation on the ice surface should not be too large. At this moment, a few fishermen holding shovels are carefully digging on the ice surface, and the rest are holding hemp ropes and twisting them into strands. They hold one end and the other end is tied to the ice. The waist of the ice-cutter.

Pu Yuan waited with them beside him, his shovel digging into the ice and making a tinkling sound.At the same time, it is rare for Pu Yuan to have some untimely thoughts.

He suddenly thought, if the sea water thousands of miles away is covered with a thick layer of ice, and these ices block the movement of sea creatures, will Xiaosha be unable to swim back.

His thoughts were almost pulled back, and the crowd erupted, "Old Jiu fell into the ice mouth!" "Don't pull too hard, it will make it easy for him to get stuck on the edge of the ice and get scratched." "Zong Zhang— —”

Pu Yuan brushed away the crowd and walked to the beach. The sea water was biting, and the hands and feet of the few fishermen lying on the ice were red and swollen.

He said calmly, "Go ashore carefully, I'll go down and save him."

The person on the coast who was still struggling with the hemp rope said, "No way, the sea is too cold—"

"I'm good at water, let me go—"

Pu Yuan said: "I have practiced the art of direction of fire since I was a child, and I have the heart of fire to protect my body." He saw several fishermen returning to the coast safely one by one, and they untied their black fox fur in an orderly manner.

When the heavy clothes on his body were removed, Pu Yuan moved his hands and feet a little, stepped on the ice and walked around the mouth of the ice, pinched the secret technique of controlling fire, which gradually heated up the seawater near the mouth of the ice.

He observed the direction in which the fishermen fell into the water and dived into the water.

The sea water heated by the fire control technique soaked the body, making it warm and cold.Pu Yuan calmed down until his hands and feet were slightly warmed by the sea water. He swam in the sea area and saw the fisherman who was suspended in the center by the hemp rope.

In just a few moments after falling into the water, the fishermen lost consciousness in the icy sea water.When Pu Yuan got close, he took the man ashore and took him ashore. He first propped the man up to the edge of the ice mouth, and then pushed him up hard.

Fortunately, the fisherman was successfully pushed onto the ice layer by him, and slowly dragged by the people on the shore to the seashore. neck and ears.

After Pu Yuan came ashore, the fishermen surrounded him one after another.

"Zongzhang, you are injured!"

The wounds on Pu Yuan's neck and ears were red and swollen. It was freezing cold, and the blood congealed at the edges of the wounds, oozing transparent liquid.

Pu Yuan was drenched all over, he took the black fox fur and wrapped it around his back, and shunned the fishermen to follow him, leaving only one person to take him to the nearest residence to change into the wet clothes.

Pu Yuan changed into clean clothes at the fisherman's house, even so, there were still drops of water dripping from his dark eyebrows.He wiped it casually, and the body under his clothes was still covered with a layer of wet sweat.

After all, the secret art is against the sky, and the previous patriarchs practiced this art, which hurt their muscles and bones. Therefore, to learn the secret art of the Quli people well, one must have a natural bone to bear it.

He was drenched in sweat. A family of fishermen was waiting outside the house. Seeing the Zongzhang walk out and seeing him in abnormal condition, he immediately wanted to go out to find a doctor.

Pu Yuan stopped it, and there was no trouble for the family to run around outside in the severe winter.The carriage was waiting outside the door, and Pu Yuan knew that the illness could not be delayed, so he asked the coachman to go to Doctor Wen in the city first, and he held the small blue medicine sachet in his arms that had been dried with the fire-fighting technique, deflated, Can't smell anything anymore.

Dr. Wen first treated the wounds on the neck and ears of the patriarch. When he wanted to get the pulse, Pu Yuan avoided him and said, "Dr. Lao Wen is here, and I will invite the high priest over later."

Dr. Wen: "Oh, oh, yes." Then he said, "The head of the clan is suffering from a cold, so why don't you drink a bowl of ginger soup first?"

Pu Yuan nodded, and drank a bowl of hot ginger soup in Dr. Wen's clinic, the sweat on his back became denser.

After nightfall, the wind and snow intensified, and the Zongyuan was quiet except for the guards. The snowflakes creaked on the dead branches, and the lotus pond behind the yard was also frozen. Everything was silent and there was no vitality. breath.

Meng Linzhi walked downstairs on the snow accumulated in the courtyard. He shook off the falling snow in his cloak, handed it to his servants, and went upstairs all the way.

A stove was placed in the four corners of the bedroom to smoke and it was supplemented with soothing medicine. Pu Yuan leaned quietly on the head of the bed, holding a volume of books.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Pu Yuan put down his book and said, "Here we come."

Meng Linzhi shook his head: "If I don't come, I'm afraid the head of the sect will push through this battle again, and still want to heal himself in the cold weather."

Meng Linzhi skillfully gave the pulse to the head of the clan, but was suddenly speechless.

After a while, he said: "Typhoid fever is the most likely to cause other diseases, and your natural bone has been damaged for a long time. Now that you have been ill for a long time, no matter how worried you are, worrying and worrying, you will lose your brawn and iron bones. Wait a few years and see what happens."

Meng Linzhi took out a pair of silver needles to tie the Zongzhang's veins. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the faded and old blue medicine sachet in the corner of the bed. It was very shriveled, and the ingredients had long lost their effectiveness. shape, the stitches of the cloth seam were bent and twisted, and the thread ends fell in several places.

Meng Linzhi said, his voice was a bit cold: "You are the head of the Quli clan first, and you want to live longer, so treat yourself kindly."

Pu Yuan said: "I'm fine."

Meng Linzhi choked: "After all these years, you have had a good and serious rest. In the past, it was fine. The affairs of the family kept you busy at most, and it didn't hurt your body and mind. Now there is a worry in your heart, and your body and mind are exhausted. Forbearance in every possible way, I think you might as well accept a successor early, so that you can step down from the position of patriarch earlier, and then go back with Na Yuyuan, there will always be a chance to live a few more years."

Pu Yuan picked up the small deflated medicine sachet, his deep and quiet brows and eyes flickered slightly.

"You pretend I don't want to, but I can't."

If a mortal only has a lifespan of 50 years, then 5000 years, these 50 years are an unimaginable short time for mermaids, fleeting in a blink of an eye, falling like a drop of water.

At the earliest time, Pu Yuan also thought about obeying his selfishness and keeping Xiaoying by his side. Although the territory he owns is not big, he can do his best to let Xiaoying live there and have fun.

He let Xiaoying stay with him in the book pavilion to practice calligraphy and read books, taught Xiaoying the knowledge and etiquette of being a human being, and even took Xiaoying with him when he patrolled the territory, so that Xiaoying could witness ordinary people's birth, old age, sickness, sorrow and joy.

It's just that people's time is short after all, and compared with the life of a shark, what they experience may be as short as a midsummer.

He can't teach Xiaosha too much about human perception, these things need to be understood by Shark himself in time and experience.The land of Quli that Puyuan has guarded for several years like a day, Xiaoxie can see it all in just a few days.

The sky and the sea are connected, and the mermaid came out of such a vast and remote place. He is destined to see many things. A mermaid who cannot be trapped in the deep sea and wide area, by what means can he keep a free-spirited mermaid by his side.

Shark will go to many places, and will see the changes of the years, instead of being trapped in this small place, repeating those tedious and boring things with himself day after day.

Pu Yuan looked at Meng Linzhi: "You and I have never stepped out of Quli in this life, and maybe we will guard this place in this life. If you ask me to leave with him, if I persuade you instead, you may leave here." Take the post of high priest and leave?"

Meng Linzhi said, "I can't."

The two were silent.

Pu Yuan said: "I'm not sad, on the contrary, it's good to have worries, at least you can have something to think about in the few moments when you're busy."

Meng Linzhi was dumbfounded.

After half a month of snow, Meng Linzhi stayed in the Zongyuan to take care of the Zongchang's body.In the abnormally cold winter, many residents in the city fell ill one after another, and Meng Linzhi would go out to see a doctor in a carriage in his spare time.

The Zongzhang fell ill intermittently for half a month, there was a sound of spring thunder, and when it rained in Mengchun, a messenger came from the post station.

Snow roads closed the mountains, and the letter was delivered to Zongyuan gate today after a winter delay.

Pu Yuan received the deformed envelope, the handwriting on the outside of the stamp was soaked in water, blurred and distorted, and the words inside could not be seen clearly when opened.

A vague letter, but it was read over and over again.

Zongzhang's brows were rarely relaxed, he didn't really care about what was written in this letter, as long as the letters kept coming, Xiaoyu would be safe outside.

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Typo to be fixed, thanks everyone.