At some point, the rain began to pour down.
The sky was clearly bright, but it looked a little gray because of the rain.
The area outside Fufeng County seemed a little desolate at this time.
Fifty miles away from Fufeng County, there is a long river with uncertain turbidity. Under the continuous rain, it is becoming increasingly turbid.
Not far from the long river, there is a desolate bank. The wood has been mottled and fallen off. It seems that no boatman has stopped here for a long time.
On this rainy day, a small boat stayed on the long-abandoned shore.
Rain dripped down along the eaves of the painted boat.
The people in the boat heard it very clearly.
There is a sandalwood table in the cabin, with a small stove on it. The small stove is warming a white jade porcelain wine pot, and the aroma of wine comes from the wine pot.
At this time, a man in black wearing a bamboo hat came to the pier quietly, carrying a huge knife on his back. The man faced the boat and knelt on one knee. The rain kept hitting the ground, and the mud splashed up. The clothes are covered with black and speckled.
"master."
"Let him run away, right?" A faint voice floated out from the boat, making it sound like a weak young man.
"Master, forgive me, Ran Chen's five guards are too strong, our people really can't touch him." The rain dripped down the bamboo hat, and the black clothes on the back were soaked through. The clothes on the left shoulder that were already stained with blood had already been mixed with the rain, making it difficult to distinguish them clearly.
"What a troublesome person." The man in the boat had his hair untied, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders. He reached out to pick up the wine bottle on the table, took a sip, and frowned slightly. In such a wilderness place, Sure enough, there was no good wine. “Do you know the name of this river?”
The man in black on the dock leaned over in fear. Not only did his job go wrong this time, but all fifty of his men were damaged. Every word he said to his master made him feel a little panicked: "Subordinates. I don’t know, please let the Lord clarify.”
"The flow rate is variable, the depth is variable, and the clarity is variable. People here call it the Wuding River. Everything in the world is impermanent. Who knows how many bones are buried under the Wuding River." A faint voice came from the boat. Sighing, "Where did they go?"
"They headed outside the gate."
The person in the boat put down the wine bottle in his hand and waved his right hand back seemingly casually. Unexpectedly, a man in black clothes appeared at the end of the boat, holding a huge oar in his hand.
"It's interesting that a disabled person can always survive." The boatman picked up the wine pot that was warm on the stove. The transparent and warm liquid slowly came out of the wine pot and poured it into the white jade on the coffee table. In the porcelain cup, "Let's go."
The man at the end of the boat said "yes" and began to wave the oar in his hand. The small boat, which seemed heavy, actually started to move steadily with the help of his hand.
"If you mess up your errand, go back and collect the punishment yourself."
**
Yaowang Valley
The wind kept blowing.
There is no light in Agarwood Pavilion.
With a "Zhila" sound, the door was pushed open, and a bright light came into the house.
In the half-height pile of books in the room, someone seemed to be moving.
"Valley Master."
Qingyang quickly walked to the table among the books. Lying on the table was a young woman with slightly messy hair. She seemed to have been lying here for a long time.
Qingyang put the cloak in his hand on the woman's body. Like a frightened deer, Gu Jianghe suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
There was a trace of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Qingyang quickly leaned over, took out the brocade handkerchief in his arms, and wiped the sweat from Gu Jianghe's forehead.
"Valley Master, have you stayed here all night again?"
Gu Jianghe took the brocade handkerchief from Qingyang's hand. He seemed to be woken up not long after he fell asleep. His voice was slightly hoarse: "I just can't sleep, so I came over to Chenxiang Pavilion and read a book. It doesn't hurt." Suddenly he laughed at himself. , "It's strange that I can take a nap every time I come to Chenxiang Pavilion. If Master knew that I was asleep in the library, I'm afraid he would scold me for being useless again."
Qingyang stood up and opened the heavy curtains of the Agarwood Pavilion. Countless rays of light came in, and the originally dim Agarwood Pavilion immediately became bright. In the Agarwood Pavilion, the entire wall was covered with bookshelves, filled with all kinds of books. .
Gu Jianghe, who had been in the dark, seemed unable to adapt to the bright light for a while. He covered his face with his hands, squinted his eyes and frowned slightly: "Qingyang, what time is it now?"
"It's almost time, and the young master's medicinal bath has been prepared for him."
"In that case, let's go over and take a look."
As soon as Gu Jianghe stood up, Qingyang opened the door of Chenxiang Pavilion.
The cold wind outside the door blew in, and the hair that originally fell on the shoulders started to flutter in the wind. Gu Jianghe couldn't help but pull the cloak on his body.
"It's almost April, and the wind in the valley this year really refuses to go away."
**
orchid room
In the center of the orchid room, where a bamboo table originally stood had been moved to the wall and replaced by a huge wooden barrel. The water in the barrel was steaming and mixed with various ingredients. Various herbs, mixed with the aroma and color of the herbs, seem to change the color of the rising heat.
Ranchen's long hair was all raised up and tied on top of his head, exposing his slender neck. Wearing only a pair of light clothes, he was sitting in a bucket, and the potion in the bucket just covered his chest. In front of him, the heat of the potion had already steamed him up, and thin beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
A maid in red stood beside the barrel, silently observing the water temperature to keep it at a moderate temperature.
The steam from the medicinal bath made his consciousness increasingly blurry, as if he had fallen into a dream.
The heavy snow outside the window covered everything, making it difficult to see clearly in front of people's eyes.
Through the half-open window, a gust of wind blew the scattered snowflakes into the house, falling to the ground and blending with the blood.
Yes, snow and blood melted together.
It was a child who was only half old, and the blood had already stained the lower half of his clothes. His right hand kept shaking, but he still slowly raised it and touched the blood from the corner of his mouth.
A figure stopped in front of him: "You are so strong at such a young age, it is really impressive."
He wanted to rush forward and pull the figure away to see who it was. But he found that he couldn't move at all, as if he was firmly grasped by something.
The bright red blood on the ground stung his eyes, and Ran Chen's legs suddenly felt severe pain. He wanted to shout loudly because of the pain, but found that he could not cry out.
The door was quietly pushed open at this time, and Gu Jianghe, who had changed his clothes, walked in.
The maid beside Mutong immediately saluted Gu Jianghe.
Ranchen seemed to feel some movement, but found that he could not open his eyes at all, his breathing became rapid, his face became paler, and his body began to tremble.
The maid next to him was also startled when she saw his sudden change of state.
Gu Jianghe gave her a soothing look, stretched out his left hand and put his fingertips into the water, then retracted his hand calmly: "It's okay, Cinnabar, this medicine activates blood circulation and can also help people fall asleep. He should be just a nightmare."
Unable to sleep even in his dreams, Gu Jianghe sighed inwardly. It seemed that he had really come back in trouble.
After rubbing his hands back and forth until his palms began to feel slightly red and warm, Gu Jianghe placed his hands on the Qu temple points next to Ranchen's ears and called softly: "Wake up."
The residual heat in the palm of his hand seemed to be slowly introduced into Ran Chen's consciousness. The man who was almost going crazy because of the blood in his eyes suddenly felt a pair of warm hands grabbing him and pulling him away from the bloody smell. Room.
His eyes opened suddenly, and he reflexively grabbed the hands close to his face. The splashing water stained Gu Jianghe's sleeves.
After taking a deep breath, his vision gradually became clearer. In front of him as the heat slowly rose, there was a somewhat pale face, staring at him. Only then did Ranchen realize that he was holding her arms, and he immediately let go of her hands in shock: "I'm sorry."
"Just wake up." Gu Jianghe shook his arm disapprovingly, trying to shake off the water drops on his clothes. The sleeves had changed color due to the water in the medicinal bath, "Cinnabar, withdraw the medicine."
Hearing this, Zhu Sha picked up a copper bell next to the bucket and rang it three times. The door was immediately pushed open, and four girls who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old came in. Two of them, one on each side, grabbed Ran Chen's hand. With his arms, he actually lifted up Ranchen, who was more than a head taller than them. The moment he lifted it up, the remaining two girls held his legs on one side and stabilized him in just a moment. He placed it firmly on the chair next to the bed, and the cinnabar back of the chair had already been covered with a thick long towel.
After Ranchen sat down, Zhu Sha quickly picked up another long scarf beside her and put it on her body. Even so, there was still brown liquid dripping from the corner of his clothes unconsciously.
Afterwards, Zhu Sha and the four girls moved the medicine bucket out of the orchid room. After a while, only Ranchen and Gu Jianghe were left in the orchid room.
"This medicine activates blood circulation and promotes blood circulation in your legs. Your legs have been disabled for at least ten years."
The warm medicinal gas began to gradually dissipate around Ranchen, making his voice sound more real. He unconsciously wrapped the long scarf around him: "The Valley Master's guess is right. My legs are as good as those of ten years old." I was crippled for many years and have been unable to walk since then. I have gotten used to it over the years.”
"But your legs are fine and not atrophied. Your internal strength should help you a lot." He has been unable to walk since he was ten years old. If it were an ordinary person's legs, he would have shrunk long ago. However, this person's legs still look like normal people. It seems that What's behind him is anything but ordinary.
"I can't walk with my legs, so I can't practice martial arts like ordinary people. My master taught me internal skills and mental techniques to help me strengthen my body and at the same time ensure that my legs can be like ordinary people."
"The kneecap is dislocated and molded. It will be even more difficult to walk again." Gu Jianghe was thoughtful, and his right hand unconsciously played with the herbs drying on the long table beside the chair. "I am in Chenxiang Pavilion. I have seen an ancient prescription in ancient books, which should be able to cure your legs, but the process is probably beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"What method?"
Gu Jianghe looked at Ranchen who was sitting on the chair. The medicine on his clothes seemed to have been absorbed by the long towel on his body, and the sweat on his forehead had also been wiped away. I wonder if it was because he had just taken a medicinal bath. Ranchen His eyes were a little brighter, and compared to his previous pale and bloodless face, he was slightly flushed by the warm medicinal gas.
"Broken bones are recast." Gu Jianghe was also very honest. "Although there are ancient methods for this method, I have never tried it. Broken bones are recast. The pain is probably beyond the reach of anyone. If not, it would be more life-saving." worries."
Ranchen suddenly laughed, and his slightly red face looked like a handsome young man under the bright sunshine: "It's just the pain of the flesh, what's there to be afraid of?"
