Behind a towering mountain in Liangzhou Prefecture is a small river valley. Under the sunshine from the south, it is slightly warm even in the middle of winter. This mountain is what the locals call Fairy Mountain because it stretches
In the thousands of miles of mountains, Lingyun Gate, one of the six holy places, is located here.
In fact, this mountain range is called Yunluo Mountain, which is the largest mountain range in Liangzhou Prefecture. The ignorant people in the countryside do not understand the literate name, so they are used to calling this mountain the Immortal Mountain. This is because there are immortal cultivators who often come and go, attracting a lot of fools.
The woman bowed and worshiped.
On the main peak of Yunluo Mountain, which stands high in the sky, Cheng Yue is wearing a snow-white scarf and a white cloak. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, she is always dressed in white. Looking from here, the mountains in the distance are continuous, just like a long dragon flying.
Looking to the horizon, there are overlapping mountains with numerous peaks, just like the roaring waves of the sea. The scenery stretches from the dense forest and river at the foot of the mountain to the grassland halfway up the mountain, to the top, which is already covered with white snow. The clouds are falling over the mountain.
The sky is often filled with thick fog, which is as white as the sea. The situation is truly spectacular. Looking forward through the desert smoke, I see a mess of clouds and mountains, entangled together: the clouds are as heavy as mountains,
The distant mountains look like clouds, and they are mountains of clouds, which cannot be distinguished clearly. Sometimes the wind blows away the clouds, and the mountains and ridges full of pines, fir trees, moso bamboos and thousands of other miscellaneous trees will undulate and sway, rolling up a rolling black wave.
Hitting the cliffs in front of Huangyangjie.
Fortunately, it is also Liangzhou Prefecture. In the sunny area south of Yunluo Mountain, there is a scene like the beginning of spring. If it were elsewhere, the trees had already fallen leaves, where would there be lush green life? It is also because of the warm climate that the river flowing from Yunluo Mountain for thousands of years
It will not freeze, but still carries the hard ice from the mountains, flows all the way down, and hits the pebbles at the bottom of the river, making a beautiful tinkling sound.
In such a vibrant scene, there was one person who seemed out of place. He was kneeling in front of a raised solitary grave, his eyes were dull, his face was covered with stubble, his hair was messy, and his clothes were smelly.
At first glance, I thought he was a down-and-out beggar.
He lifted a wine jar indifferently and murmured: "Father, this is your favorite Shao Knife. Come on, let's have a drink!" After that, he lifted the wine jar and poured it into his mouth without caring.
The wine juice overflowed from the side of the mouth, and then fell on the already stinking clothes, adding to the odor.
After he finished drinking, he didn't forget to pour the remaining wine in front of the tombstone. He chuckled and said, "Father, you didn't expect it? Heng'er also learned to drink today. It's a pity that he couldn't drink with his foster father...
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This person is Linghu Heng. It is really unbelievable that after just over ten days, he turned into such a decadent look! It seems that Du Sheng's death was a huge blow to Linghu Heng.
He had to use strong alcohol to numb himself so that he could feel better. Linghu Heng drank most of the jar of Shao Knife, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into a cloud and fog, and he couldn't tell where he was. He remembered Du Du's previous experience.
While Sheng was drinking alone, he suddenly burst into tears, crying like a cuckoo crying for blood or a sad ape wailing, which frightened the surrounding birds into flying away into the distance.
Linghu Heng cried for a while, then suddenly laughed again, like a madman. The laughter didn't last long, Linghu Heng fell back and fell asleep...
At this time, a haggard but graceful figure appeared behind Linghu Heng, looking at Linghu Heng sleeping on the cold ground with distress, and gently picked up his dirty body, but there was no trace of impatience, but more
Show gentleness.
This person is Linglong. Linghu Heng has been in a state of decline since Du Sheng's death, but she is taking care of Linghu Heng without any complaints. The former residence of Linghu Heng and Du Sheng is far away from the market. Perhaps this is the fortune teller's way of avoiding his enemies.
I just chose this place. But it was a bitter experience for Linglong. She was originally the daughter of the Demon Sect. How could she know how to cook and do laundry? But she had to do it one by one without any complaints. She walked hundreds of miles every day.
Li Lu went to help Linghu Heng sell wine, buy groceries and cook. Because Lingyun Gate was nearby, she had to be cautious and only dared to walk but not fly. After a few days, she had several blisters on her feet.
But she didn't say anything bitter.
I saw Linglong carrying Linghu Heng back to the wooden house, then gently placing him on the spotless bed and covering him with the quilt. This wooden house had not been occupied for several years and was already covered with dust. Linglong worked tirelessly to make it possible.
I cleaned it inside and out, as if I already regarded this place as my own home.
Linglong looked at the sleeping Linghu Heng with a smile, and saw that his brows were still furrowed in his sleep. She felt a pain in her heart again, and thought to herself: "All men don't shed tears easily, but they haven't reached the point of sadness. In your heart
If there is suffering, why bear it alone? Linglong is willing to bear it with you. However, this is fine, Linglong will be content to take care of you like this for the rest of her life..."
Linghu Heng, however, had no idea. He no longer knew where he was. He just had nightmares over and over again. Du Sheng's words before his death kept repeating in his mind, reminding him over and over again,
His adoptive father has passed away, and there is not a single family member left in this world! Linghu Heng feels helpless, painful, sad, and hesitant, but he still cannot get rid of his inner demons, like a headless fly, not knowing where to go
Where can I go to end this pain...
That night, Linghu Heng fell ill. He felt hot and cold all over his body. When he was hot, he felt as if he had fallen into a stove and almost scalded himself. But when you were extremely hot, he threw you into the glacier with a "plop".
, making your whole body tremble with coldness, as if you were in an ice cave... Repeatedly, Linghu Heng is on the verge of losing consciousness...
Linglong was so anxious now. How had she ever seen such a ferocious illness? She panicked for a moment, picked up Linghu Heng, and flew to the market a hundred miles away. In the middle of the night, she opened the door of the market.
The shop door. The doctor had already fallen asleep, so he was naturally unhappy to be woken up. He opened the shop door suddenly and was about to have an attack, but was frightened when Linglong took out the posture of the Demon Sect Saint, and a knife was already placed on him.
How could he dare to say even half a sentence on his neck? His hands were trembling, fearing that he might accidentally offend Linglong, because he knew that Linglong was someone he could not afford to offend, so he honestly helped Linghu Heng watch.
Sickness comes.
But he was just a doctor in the market, and he could only treat minor ailments such as headaches and feet. How had he ever seen such a rapid illness? But he didn't dare to tell the truth, otherwise the knife in Linglong's hand would be directed at him.
He felt desolate in his heart, so he had to follow the instructions in the medical books, pick up a prescription for treating typhoid fever, boil a dose of medicine, and let Linghu Heng take it.
The doctor prayed that nothing would happen to Linghu Heng, otherwise he would have nine lives and not Linglong could kill him. Fortunately, I don’t know if his medicine had an effect or if Linghu Hengfu was lucky. Anyway, it’s time
By daybreak, his condition had stabilized and his body temperature had returned to normal.
In fact, Linghu Heng has never been sick since he was a child. This is all because he was born with different pupils. How can ordinary illnesses be close to him? Only this time, the illness came from the heart. Linghu Heng was in a sad mood, and the disease invaded.
He couldn't afford the illness, but it came very violently. Fortunately, Linghu Heng was very lucky, and the doctor's prescription contained a certain medicine that was right for the patient. As a result, Linghu Heng saved his life.
Linglong worked tirelessly, making medicine and wiping Linghu Heng's sweat. She rushed forward and backward, making the doctor envious and jealous. Such a delicate beauty actually served a beggar. What's the law? But he only dared to say such words.
He was muttering in his heart, how could he dare to say it? At this moment, he was glad that he got the prescription right and saved his life!
Linglong said angrily at this moment: "Why hasn't he woke up yet?"
The doctor was still sighing at the sight of a flower stuck on cow dung. Hearing Linglong's question, he came back to his senses and said: "The medical book says, 'It is said that when evil and evil thieves avoid the wind, there is tranquility and nothingness.
, The true energy will come from it, the spirit will be guarded within, and the illness will always be safe.', this... Young Master's illness comes from the inside out, it is not urgent, and needs to be nursed back to health slowly. Girl..."
Linglong said impatiently: "I don't care so much, if I can't cure him, you will be my dead soul!"
The doctor was startled and said tremblingly: "Life and death are determined by destiny. How can you decide someone else's life or death with just one word?"
Linglong was furious when she heard what the doctor said, and she suddenly became furious. Just when she was about to pull out a knife to give him some color, she heard a weak voice coming from her ear: "Water, water..."
To others, this sound was just ordinary, but to Linglong's ears it was like thunder. The knife in Linglong's hand fell to the ground, and she rushed over, only to see Linghu Heng frowning, looking in pain. Linglong didn't dare
After a slight hesitation, he quickly poured a glass of warm water, lifted Linghu Heng's body up, and fed him to drink.
Seeing that Linglong had no time to take care of him, the doctor gently kicked the knife under the counter. He didn't know that if Linglong wanted to kill him, how could he use one and a half moves? What he did was just
Just for some peace of mind.
Linghu Heng drank a glass of warm water and fell into a deep sleep again. Although Linglong didn't understand medical skills, she saw that Linghu Heng's breath was stable and knew that he had improved, so she felt happy and did not pursue the doctor...
Linghu Heng slept for two more days, feeling groggy and without any strength. Fortunately, Linglong worked tirelessly to buy various supplements. After Linghu Heng took them, his health became better day by day. But the doctor
It was unspeakable that Linglong and Linghu Heng had taken over his medicine shop, making it impossible for him to make a living, and there was not much money, rice, and food left at home. But Linglong said that Linghu Heng would not be well for a day.
They wouldn't leave for a whole day. The doctor wanted to resist, but Linglong slapped him so hard that he stepped back several steps and fell to the ground unable to get up for a long time. He knew that Linglong was not something he could deal with, so naturally he
Accepted his fate.
Fortunately, after Linghu Heng suffered a serious illness, although he was depressed, he was no longer confused and said loudly: "Linglong, don't embarrass the doctor, he is just looking for food..."
Linglong snorted but said nothing. Lang Zhong thought: "I didn't expect that this beauty has a heart like a snake or a scorpion, but this beggar has a good heart." (To be continued)