"Bing'er, Master has something else to say to you, just listen and don't ask any more questions!"
"Yes, Master!"
"There is a letter here. You can accept it. After I die, you can go to Nanshan to find your sister Manlingfei. She will understand after reading the letter!"
"Master, no, you won't die if I don't leave. I don't want to leave you..." the little boy choked.
"Bing'er, master is just talking casually. Don't think too much. Master is fine..." Man Siquan forced a smile on his face: "Bing'er, help me get some clothes from the study. I want to go. Take a look in the yard..."
"Yes, Bing'er will bring it to Master right now."
The little boy rubbed his red eyes and walked out of the door.
Outside the hospital, a breeze blew...
After saying that Rouqing left Jiuyin Villa, while it was still early, she asked two families along the way, and rushed to the Medical Ancestor Hall at noon. This Medical Ancestor Hall is an ancestral hall built by the ancient wooden doctor to worship the ancestors, south of Jiuyin Villa. About two hundred miles away, it is famous far and near. According to the records of "Hanshu·Yiwenzhi": in ancient times there were Qi Bo and Yu Nao, in the middle ages there were Bian Que and Qin He, and in the early Han Dynasty there was Cang Gong. Among them, Bian Que was the most famous, and this person was in the Spring and Autumn Period. During the Warring States Period, a famous doctor, also known as "Lu Bian", was famous all over the world for his superb medical skills. However, he was jealous of others. Qin imperial physician Li Xi was very jealous, so he bribed an assassin with a lot of money. After learning about Bian Que's medical practice, he ambush him. Next to him, Bian Que was killed. The local people were indignant, so they buried the body in a mound and built a shrine in front of the mound. There are poems to prove it:
In front of Bian Que's grave on Fudaopo, there are still resentments and clouds of sadness.
The country's poor medical staff has led to the failure of quack doctors.
The setting sun reflects the tranquility and depth of the Medical Ancestor Hall!
In front of me, two low and dilapidated huts are full of charm. They have green bamboo walls and thatch roofs. A row of yana trees in front of the door is very charming. A wisp of green smoke curls up from behind the house, like an endless green damask. Fly lightly and gracefully!
Rouqing walked into the hospital, but saw that the door and window were ajar, so she stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker, saying in her mouth: "My little girl Rouqing, I have something important to ask the ancient wooden doctor!"
After waiting for a long time, I saw someone walking out of the house!
"Senior, please tell me who is..."
"Old rotten old wood, why are you here, young lady?"
"My little girl Rouqing came from Jiuyin Villa. She was specially entrusted by Mansi Quanman Yao Fairy to return the "Baicao Jingshu"." After saying this, he presented the "Baicao Jingshu" with both hands.
"How can a girl have the "Hundred Herbs Classic"? Are you the seventh generation true saint of Jiuyin Villa?"
"Miracle doctor Gu Mu is just laughing at me. My daughter Rouqing is just an ordinary woman, not a saint!"
"Girl, please don't make fun of me. I have been dealing with Man Siquan for forty years and I know very well that he will not return the Book of Herbs unless..."
Doctor Gu Mu said half of what he said, then turned around and looked at Rouqing silently: "If you are in trouble, girl, please speak up quickly!"
Upon hearing this, Rouqing hurriedly knelt down and said, "Please, please save my father!"
"Oh?" Divine Doctor Gu Mu frowned: "Girl, please get up and talk!"
Rouqing said: "My father, Rouyi, was originally a general of the Mian Kingdom. However, he was poisoned by a conspiracy. The ancient wooden miracle doctor's skillful hands and kind heart hung the pot to save the world. Wanwang's miracle doctor saved his life. My little girl Rouqing will definitely be unforgettable. The gushing spring repays you!"
"I wonder what kind of poison my respected father was poisoned with?"
"This poison is called Zihan poison!"
"What? Zihan is extremely poisonous!"
The miracle doctor Gu Mu shook his head after hearing this: "Princess purpurea is extremely poisonous, I'm afraid there is no cure in the world!"
"Ah, can't the miracle doctor come up with a solution?" she asked tenderly and confusedly!
The divine doctor Gumu said in a slightly serious tone: "The poison of Purple Seed is only slightly recorded in the "Holy Book", but if you want to find the immortal grass to detoxify, it will be even harder than climbing to the sky!"
"Don't be afraid of tenderness. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, tenderness will be given to you by life and death!"
"Hey, to be honest, if you want to detoxify this poison, you can only use three kinds of celestial herbs from extremely cold places as medicine, soak them in ice-cold silver water for seven or forty-nine days, and use the cold to overcome the cold, so that the poison can be driven away... "
"The three kinds of immortal grass are the extremely rare Millennium Purple Ganoderma, Centennial Agrimony and Ten Thousand Years Rhubarb Essence, but they are rare in the world, as rare as the morning stars!" The ancient wood doctor said with blurred eyes!
"Even if I travel across thousands of mountains and rivers and find seas with dry rocks, I will never regret it. I dare to ask the ancient wood doctor, where can these three kinds of immortal grass grow?"
"The vast world of dust is dispersed by the wind, and cause and effect all follow fate. If you want to seek fairy grass, you might as well go to the Millennium Hanyu Mountain to try it!"
"Millennium Cold Jade Mountain?"
"That's right, Millennium Hanyu Mountain is extremely cold all year round. No one can reach it at all. Girl, be careful along the way!"
"Thank you so much for the guidance from the magical doctor Gu Mu. If you don't take the fairy medicine tenderly, I swear you won't look back!"
Outside the Medical Ancestor Hall, a white horse rode away in the wind!
The sky is gloomy, and the rolling mountains are surrounded by layers of smoke. Looking from a distance, it seems to be in a fairyland on earth. A few feet away, the huge ice peaks are as subtle as the pillars of the sky, and the precipitous rocks are as lifelike as gods and immortals!
Rouqing got off the horse and walked up a flower-stone path, only to see green pines, bamboos, and green grass on both sides of the flower-stone path!
Climbing halfway up the mountain, I suddenly felt the sea of clouds rolling under my feet, and the endless green peaks were looming. The sound of reading came from the depths of the sea of clouds. I listened carefully and said:
My heart is gloomy and melancholy, my only everlasting sighs only add to my hurt, I can’t let go of my longing for childbirth, I am overwhelmed by the length of the night, I am saddened by the autumn wind, my face is moved by the sad autumn wind, how can I return to the extreme ups and downs, I am only as angry as Sun Sun, The sorrow that hurts my heart,
I wish to shake up and run wildly, to see the people, especially to control myself, to express my feelings with my speeches, to pretend to be a widowed husband and a beautiful woman. The former king spoke to me sincerely, saying that at dusk, I will come back to the bank on the middle road. On the contrary, since he has this ambition,
I take it for granted that it is beautiful, I look at it and repair it, I don’t believe it for what I say, I get angry because of it, I am willing to take the leisure time to examine myself, I am shocked but do not dare, I am still sad but hope to make progress , heartbroken and depressed...
What the boy was reading was "Nine Chapters: Thoughts" written by Qu Yuan, a poet of Chu State during the Warring States Period!
The general idea is that Qu Yuan proposed reforms to the King of Chu, but in the end he was slandered and exiled. The sorrow hidden deep in his heart was extracted, and he poured out his worries and resentments about his loyalty being useless and his ideals not being realized. Love and my deep love for my motherland and my heart for the king!
Rouqing listened with rapt attention, thinking of her father, and couldn't help but shed tears!
Suddenly, a loud cry of "Heh...heh...heh..." came out in mid-air, and dozens of cranes flew from the valley. They saw red tops, red eyes, white cheeks and green feet, swooping down like sharp arrows!
"Girl, be careful!" Between the clouds and mist, a young man in white clothes is handsome and elegant, not dusty!
The young man held a bamboo flute and blew it gently. The sound of the flute floated, as if it was a fairy tune from the blue sky. It was so pleasant that the cranes flew towards the young man and started singing and dancing.
"Girl, don't be afraid. These birds have been with the mountains and rivers all year round and are very well versed in music. They won't hurt anyone!"
After saying that, he put away the bamboo flute in his hand.
Rouqing saw that the young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with sword-shaped eyebrows, starry eyes, and all kinds of glazed eyes. She couldn't help but think to herself: This young man can summon the birds in the mountains, which is very special, so he saluted with both hands: "It's time for my little brother to help me." , thank you, thank you very much!”
"It's just a trivial matter, it doesn't matter!" The young man's answer was polite, with calmness between his brows!
"Little brother, what's your name?"
"Oh, my name, haha. I came to Hanyu Mountain with my great-grandfather since I was a child. At that time, I only remember that he called me Gu'er. By the way, my name is Ruogu. I am Dunxi, Ruoguo, and Kuangxi. It’s like a valley!”
"Wakaya?"
"Yes, my name is Ruogu. It's the name given by my great-grandfather. He used to talk about being open-minded and peaceful every day. He also said that my mind should be as broad and far-reaching as this valley! It's a pity that I have always used birds, flowers and grass as my home. Companion, except for my great grandfather, no one in this world knows my name!" The young man said lightly, his eyes as bright as cold stars filled with gentleness...
