Sleepless Doctor

　　The mountains and forests are dense, and the birds chirping continuously, don't have a quietness.

　　 "Lao Lin, first look at the things your father left behind." Wu Mian said.

　　 "Little Master, it's a pity to say it." Lin Daoshi shook his head with his eyebrows condensed, "My dad's brush writing is unique in the world, it's just..."

　　 "Your dad doesn't care about this false name, what's the matter? You still want to sell it with money?" Wu Mian saw a bamboo chair in the yard, went to test the hardness, and lay down on the bamboo chair.

　　 Tao Shi Lin smiled, "This is what my dad left behind, but it works?"

　　 "I saw it when I was a child, and my temperament was so high that I couldn't calm down at all." Wu Mian said, "Look now, this is a good place to go."

　　 "Why is that side red?"

　　 was talking, Chu Zhixi pointed to the northwest and asked, "Brother, is it the light pollution you are talking about?"

　　 She is also very strange. It is around noon, and light pollution will not appear at this time. It's just that on the road and Wu Mian have been talking about how seductive the night of Laoya Mountain is, and the galaxy is shining. Speaking of light pollution, there is always some worry.

　　 Taoist Lin glanced at him and said with a smile, "It's okay, mountain fire."

　　 "……"

　　 Chu Zhixi was taken aback, and immediately said anxiously, "It's all on fire!"

"It's okay, girl." Wu Mian lay on the bamboo chair and found a comfortable posture. Even the voice of his words became gentle unconsciously, "There are always mountains and forests, and you think there will always be fires in the mountains and green waters. Are all the years quiet?"

　　 "emmm, isn't it?"

　　 "Of course not." Wu Mian said, "On this one, not to mention the entire mountain range of Xing'an Mountains, and there are dozens of wildfires every year."

　　 "It's too much!" Chu Zhixi was a little angry, "Such a dense forest, can't you stop smoking when you come in!"

　　 "Don't look for the cause." Wu Mian said comfortably, nestled in a bamboo chair, "It used to be common for mountain fires to sacrifice paper and so on. Now it is so strict, but you can't control thunder fire."

　　 Chu Zhixi was taken aback, is that right?

　　 "Lao Lin, bring your dad's book here."

"Eh."

　　 Seeing Taoist Lin leaving, Chu Zhixi was still worried and asked, "Brother, is it okay if the mountain is on fire?"

"It's okay." Wu Mian didn't look at it, lying in the bamboo chair with a satisfied expression, "You are a child in the city and have never seen a fire. Bajingzi Township is at the foot of the mountain. When I was a child, I watched adults fight fire."

　　 "I've heard of it, which side of the mountain is reappearing."

"In the township, my dad is the commander-in-chief of the fire prevention headquarters. He always bears this name. If there is a mountain fire, it will be extinguished the first time." Wu Mian said, "After the Great Xing'an Mountains forest fire, this piece Is the top priority."

　　 "Oh." Chu Zhixi hadn't seen it before, although after hearing Wu Mian say this, he didn't believe it as usual, but was still worried.

　　 "Little Master, take a look at you." Lin Daoshi came back with a dilapidated wooden box, and said as he walked.

　　 Wu Mian did not speak, his eyes behind the sunglasses opened, narrowed into a line, and stared at the wooden box in the hands of Taoist Lin.

　　 "There are only three books left, handwritten by my dad."

　　 Taoist Lin put the wooden box on the table beside Wu Mian, Wu Mian sat up, picked up a handwritten copy of "The Book of Songs" and opened it carefully.

　　 splash-ink freehand brushwork, the font is quite scribbled to Chu Zhixi, even if it is difficult to recognize a word clearly, it can only be guessed by the context. But Wu Mian was fascinated. After reading a page for five minutes, he took a long breath and said, "Lao Lin, your father is really a great calligrapher."

　　 "I look good, but I can't tell what is good." Lin Daoshi said honestly.

　　 "You have a block in your chest, and you can pay here." Wu Mian said, "asking the sky, the earth, and the people."

　　 Daoshi Lin didn't know how to answer if he wanted to answer the call. He felt that the little uncle, like his father, belonged to the kind of people with a brain disease. I can usually communicate, but I am sick... For example, now I don’t know what they are talking about.

　　 The "Book of Songs" copied by hand, can you tell the heaven and the earth? Is the style wrong?

　　 Chu Zhixi and Lin Daoshi didn't know what to say, they both looked at Wu Mian silently. Wu Mian was immersed in the arrogant and heroic fonts, reading it page by page.

　　 Wu Mian reads a book, and this situation has never happened in Chu Zhixi's memory. Generally, I pick up a book, read it briefly, read it in ten minutes at most, and put it aside.

　　 can be half a book of poetry, he read it for an hour, and finally turned to the torn place, silent for a long time, and picked up the next book.

　　 There are only three books in total. The third book has less left, half of which is burnt. It looks like it was thrown into the stove, and half of it was kept for unknown reasons.

　　Chu Zhixi looked carefully, and the last book she said was maddening is not appropriate, but it can be said to be scribbled in her opinion. I can barely recognize it-Zhengde Xinsi's words on February 4th, and the others don't know what it is.

　　 But Wu Mian took the last book, glanced at it with a solemn expression, took off his black lambskin gloves, and carefully explored the old paper that had been burnt.

　　 Only a few pages ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He read it for two hours.

　　 Turning to the end, only half of the page is left, with black burnt marks beside it. Only then did Wu Mian put the book aside, thoughtfully.

　　 "Uncle Master, according to the description of the villagers, there is a letter in this book." Lin Daoshi said.

　　 Wu Mian nodded, and picked up a broken piece of paper from the bottom of the wooden box.

　　 This piece of paper is relatively intact. Although it has not been torn or burned, it can never withstand the grind of the years. Wu Mian opened the piece of paper gently, and saw that there were only a few scribbled words on it, and the rest were gone.

　　 I can see half of the word Mian when I look up, and there are only four characters underneath that "Ren Ding Sheng Tian".

　　 Wu Mian glanced at it, put the letter back in the box, and put the lid on again.

　　 "Little Master, did you say that my dad has gained the Dao soaring?" Lin Daoshi kept holding this question in his stomach, and he finally asked Wu Mian after he finished reading it.

　　 "What are you thinking about." Wu Mian said, "I guess your dad finally found some way to control the condition."

　　 "……"

　　 "The last book is the epitaph of Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang. Do you know who Xu Wei is?"

　　 "I know, the one who is wise against the rich man." Lin Daoshi smiled.

　　 "Don't be nonsense, tell me something that fools the child.

　　 In the days when the Japanese riots along the southeast coast, Hu Zongxian could only maintain the situation even with Yu Long Qihu. Later, Xu Wen was asked to grow out of the mountain, with odd plans, and return to the southeast of peace. "Wu Mian lay down on the bamboo chair again, and said leisurely, "But wherever there is any Japanese disturbance, it is all caused by the big clan, and the inside and the outside should be combined. "

　　 "Uh, brother, just say it briefly." Chu Zhixi interrupted when Wu Mian was about to tell a story, and she was also curious about what the legendary Taoist priest said in her heart. "