Time flies, the second day of February.
The Spring Festival in Tongjia Village passed quickly, and people symbolically put red paper on their doors to feel a little festive.
The wind in the Gobi Desert has been blowing for a long time. After holding on for thirty years, those red papers gradually turned yellow and blended in with the yellow mud walls of the entire small village.
Two miles south of the village, there is a lake, which is about the same size as the village. It is one of the few oases in the Gobi.
People have established gathering points around the oasis, and Tongjia Village is one of them.
Now that spring has come, the tender grass by the lake has begun to sprout. For the villagers who rely entirely on grazing for survival, this tender grass is like copper coins.
Before dawn, people get up early and drive their cattle and sheep to the oasis, fearing that there will be no green grass left after arriving late.
"Moo~"
When some cattle were driven to the entrance of the village by their owners, they made friendly calls toward a small courtyard.
"Moo." There was a buffalo in the small courtyard, its head resting on its head, and it responded softly.
At this time, the villagers grazing will follow the sound of cattle braying and look towards the dilapidated thatched huts.
"The men who went out said that the one-eyed man at the door is a monster with a tiger tail."
"Oh, Aunt Cui, those people are bragging. If he were a monster, would we still be alive? Do you see where he has a tail?"
"But the young man in the house, I'm sure it was him who gave me the gold. He is such a good person, why can't he be ill?"
The villagers sighed, but they were living a difficult life and had no time to take care of a stranger. At most, they would just talk and forget about it.
Except, one little girl who is blind and deaf.
"Brother, you are a patient, how can you not eat!"
Beside the bed, Tong Qian was holding a large bowl of rice porridge and feeding the man lying on the bed, but Yi Ning was still unconscious and could not feed him.
After trying several times to no avail, she pouted her mouth and felt a little unhappy, but she soon recovered as before. She clenched her fists to cheer herself up, put the umbrella on her waist, stood up and left with the rice porridge.
The rice porridge was given by the village chief. Since the eldest brother wouldn't eat it, she had to return it to the village chief. She had been working on it non-stop for a month because of such useless work.
As for her eldest brother not eating, she would not dare to eat secretly by herself.
I eat a big bowl of rice every day, and I am already very satisfied. If I eat it secretly again, what will I do if my uncle and aunt dislike it? Children’s money is not a burden!
"Bye bye, Uncle One-Eyed, bye bye Niu Niu." Tong Qian bid farewell to Fu Li and Ting Wu in the small courtyard.
"Moo." Tingwu responded.
At this time, the wind happened to blow, and the wind blew up the sand and gravel, lifting up Tong Qian's ponytail, making it light and elegant. The little girl held the rice porridge and followed the wind and sand, slowly leaving.
She walked slowly but extremely smoothly.
...
The small world between Yi Ning's eyebrows.
The sky is blue and blue, and there are a few small balls condensed with words in the sky, spinning constantly and shimmering in colorful colors.
In comparison, the ground is a bit worse. There is not a drop of water in the pond, and crisscrossing ravines are all over the pond bed.
In the center of the pond, there is a six-leaf bud. The bud is crooked, yellow and haggard, obviously lacking in nutrients.
"Even so, it's much better than before."
Yi Ning's vision overlooked the entire small world. He had maintained this overlooking state for more than a month. "There are still too many things to do. It's time to wake up."
Inside a dilapidated hut.
Yi Ning's eyelids trembled, as if he was fighting a final battle against the darkness.
Gradually, his eyes began to focus, and through the blurred vision, Yi Ning saw a touch of golden color, which was the color of the thatched roof after being illuminated by the sun.
He knew that he had finally returned to reality.
Yi Ning first felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy repeatedly. After confirming that the four prying eyes were gone, he felt a little more at ease.
Then he tried to move his arm. As he moved, his bones made a "crackling" sound, like a machine restarting.
Although the limbs are a bit heavy and clumsy compared to their previous flexibility, fortunately they are still controllable.
Yi Ning gently turned over, changing himself from a sleeping position to a sitting position. The simple bed board creaked because of his movements.
Reaching out to roll up his arm sleeve, an arm that looked like it had been drugged appeared in front of him. Yi Ning shook his head helplessly.
The consumption of flesh and blood in his body was more serious than he thought. He must not weigh more than a hundred pounds now, and he was indeed a bit "slim".
At this time,
The door of the house was pushed open, and a bright light came. The light became wider and brighter, and the sunlight broke into the house, bringing some vitality.
"Master!"
"Moo!!!"
Fuli stood at the door with an excited expression, pushing against a huge bull head.
Yi Ning raised her lips slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Moo!!!"
"Go out and talk, don't bring down other people's houses."
...
After a stick of incense.
In the small mud courtyard, Yi Ning was sitting on the steps. The sunlight hit his face, turning his originally pale skin into yellow.
Fu Li stood opposite with his chest raised, while Ting Wu kept rubbing the bull's head against Yi Ning's body.
"I already know the general outline of the matter. The girl did not lie. As for the mystery behind it, it's hard to explain."
Yi Ning stroked the cow's head and looked at Fu Li, "Let's talk."
"Okay!" Fu Li had been waiting for this moment for so long that he clenched his fists unconsciously.
"Why do you want to worship me as your teacher?" Yi Ning was very direct.
"I want to become stronger and challenge the strongest in the world. I want to equate my name with strength, and then engrave it on everyone's heart."
The tiger demon did not hesitate, "It is difficult for me to do this by myself, but you are strong enough."
"If that's the case, I won't accept you."
"Why?"
"Do you know the hundreds of schools of thought?"
"Know."
"Which monk do you think I am?"
"Taoism? Confucianism?"
Fu Li had never thought about this before, because in his opinion, it didn't matter which monk was the best. It was only when Yi Ning asked him that he paid attention to this.
After frowning and thinking for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up, "You are familiar with vegetation...is your master a farmer monk?"
Yi Ning shook his head: "My way is not the way of hundreds of schools of thought, and it is far from your ambition. It can be said to be the opposite."
Fu Li was silent for a moment, with a firm gaze: "I don't quite understand Master's way, but it is not my way to make a final conclusion without trying it."
"Then listen well."
Yi Ning patted Ting Wu on the head and walked out of the courtyard.
"My way is medicine. Anyone who practices medicine must first rectify himself and then rectify things. He must not rely on his own strengths and concentrate on managing property, but practicing medicine is like walking on thin ice."
"Think for yourself, can you do it? The choice is yours."
Yi Ning walked out of the yard. The dry cactus covered his body, leaving only a head of white hair, and he drifted away.
Fuli stood in the courtyard and did not pursue him. He frowned and stretched out his originally hidden tail. He kept slapping the ground and shaking up countless gravels.
This is his third apprenticeship with Yi Ning.
This time, the other party did not refuse directly, and the choice was in his own hands.
Can,
Why didn't he agree immediately?
The small courtyard was flat, and Fu Li stood in the courtyard, but his thoughts were gradually converging.
He seemed to have come to the most important fork in the road in his life, and a self-questioning process slowly unfolded.
