Green Mountain

Dark Clouds

Two. First Meeting Even after many years, Chen Ji will always be confused. Under what circumstances did she meet him in the first place? It's a pity that after so many years, those past events have been covered in layers of mist by time, like passing clouds. They are clearly in front of us, but they are so out of reach. It seems that I and him just met each other in an ordinary way. It's just because of the people and things we experienced together later. Today, when things and people are different, it seems that the original encounter was so earth-shattering. In Lu Xiaoyao's impression, the first time he met Qingchen was in a cram school. At that time, it was almost the high school entrance examination. Because his parents were worried about his grades, they also enrolled him in a cram school, hoping that he could study hard with the teacher and make a sprint. Unfortunately, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. At that time, Lu Xiaoyao was still in his rebellious stage, so for him, all cram schools were just another place to read novels. This is what he is most proud of: he has a very small MP3 player, in which he secretly copies dozens of novels and essays, and it is these novels and essays that allow him to survive his boring tutoring life. But after all, he spent so much money on tutoring. Although everything the teacher said went in one ear and out the other, he still retained some of it. For example, the name "Qingchen". This person sat one row behind him and was the most active in answering questions every time he came to class. Loud voice and serious attitude. And this kind of behavior, according to Chen Ji at the time, was undoubtedly unconventional and deliberately trying to attract the teacher's attention. "Everyone is here for tutoring, so why are you doing this?" Chen said. You know, Qingchen's behavior has seriously affected his fishing career. Every time he raised his hand to answer a question, the teacher would look over, forcing him to pretend to study hard. Alas, it's not easy to catch fish, sigh. He had gone through so much trouble to meet such a serious person. I don't know if it was due to tutoring, but he performed very well in that high school entrance examination. It can even be said that he performed exceptionally well and ended up attending a key local high school. The moment he walked out of the junior high school gate with his schoolbag on his back, he looked back at the junior high school that had been with him for three years. It was when school was over, and the students walked out in twos and threes carrying their schoolbags. Under the setting sun, their shadows were long, making them look a bit desolate. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Qingchen. Presumably, with his grades, he should be a candidate for key students. I don't know if there will be a chance to meet him again then. But soon, he smiled and shook his head. You are still too naive, why do you care so much about him? He has his own life and his own future, so why should he worry about his behavior. He and Qingchen would only be on two different paths, and he knew this very well. Perhaps, the only intersection between them in this life is this small cram school. From now on, he will run towards his own sea of ​​stars; but he can just stay in this small shoal safely. It's good to live happily and peacefully like this. He is this kind of person, he has no ambition, he has always known it. But, why, I still feel a little bit unwilling in my heart.

1. Preface "If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?" I still remember that the first time he heard this sentence was in junior high school, and the original English teacher stood on a three-foot podium and gave English homework. "If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad fan?" The teacher read, then paused and explained, "If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad fan?", "If life is just like the first sight, this is a poem by Nalan Xingde." It was a summer afternoon, when the groggy Chen Ji suddenly heard this poem, he was really shocked. While he was still thinking about who wrote this poem, the girl at the same table had already added the following sentence in a low voice, "Why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan." "If life is just like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad to paint a fan?" He chewed this sentence and felt that he was salivating. Although he did not understand what was so good about this sentence, he still remembered it. Later, he specifically searched for the source of this sentence, which was Nalan Rongruo's "Magnolia·Cambodian Friends of Ancient Juejue": "If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind draw a fan with sadness? It's easy to change the heart of the old friend, but it is easy to change the heart of the old friend. It's half past midnight in Lishan language, and the tears and rain will never complain. It's like a poor man in brocade, wishing for the same day with wings and branches." This is a very good word, he likes it very much. "If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan?" It's a pity that he didn't know it at that time. In many cases, life is never the first time we meet, and it is precisely because of this that he has left so much sadness. This is often the case. If our first meeting was not so beautiful, how could the subsequent separation or separation be so heart-wrenching? He thought that he would never forget how dazzling the light called "Qing Chen" was when it shined into the dark world of the 18-year-old; it was as if an angel had come and saved his terrible life. A long time later, Chen Ji also thought about what he would do without Qingchen's help when facing those who killed his parents, those who pushed him again and again and even sent him to a mental hospital, so-called relatives. The sun was shining brightly at that time, and Chen Ji was leaning against the tree, with his legs crossed, his hands in his trouser pockets, and a piece of grass hanging from his mouth. With the same expressionless face, he watched those similar figures getting further and further away until they disappeared. "The Wind Rises" played in the headphones in a loop, over and over again, tirelessly. "Once upon a time, I first met all the wanderings in this world Looking at the horizon that seems to be right in front of my eyes I am willing to go through fire and water to walk it again Now I have walked through all the wanderings in this world Through the years, different faces Unprepared to break into your smile I once turned my youth into her I also had summer popping up at my fingertips Just let it go as my heart moves Walking against the light and letting the wind and rain blow ..." Just like twenty years ago. Later, he figured out that without Qingchen's help, he would probably have fallen into the abyss. After all, the world created by God must be fair and just. If someone makes a mistake, he should pay the price, be it a broken hand or a broken foot. If someone can make a mistake without paying the price, who will believe in the glory of God? Since others cannot give those who do evil the justice they deserve, he can only do it. But at this moment, Qingchen suddenly broke into his world, bringing a bright light all over the sky. He reached out his hand and pulled him out of the abyss. Because of this, in the long years to come, Chen Ji will place extra trust in this "person who shouldn't exist." "If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad to draw a fan?" Looking at the rolling crowd, Chen Ji chewed this sentence silently and suddenly laughed. "That's it, that's good." At least, we have met for the first time, and among the huge crowds, that's enough, isn't it?

Lonely Walker ——I went against the crowd, just like when I came. Lo City, autumn. Chen Ji silently watched the cars passing by on the street. I don't know when, but he began to like leaning against the tree on the street, watching the crowds of people rolling past him, disappearing in an instant. Some of them rode electric scooters and flew away without even giving Chen Ji a moment to see their faces clearly, identify their occupations, or say hello to them. Some of them were in suits and leather shoes, carrying briefcases, plastic bags, or drinks. They passed him by in a hurry, with expressionless faces, and they looked more and more like an idle person. And Chen Ji is indeed an idler now. He was leaning against the tree like that, with his legs crossed, his hands in his trouser pockets, and a piece of grass hanging from his mouth. With the same expressionless face, he watched those similar figures getting further and further away until they disappeared. "The Wind Rises" played in the headphones in a loop, over and over again, tirelessly. "Once upon a time, I first met all the wanderings in this world Looking at the horizon that seemed to be before my eyes I was willing to go through fire and water to walk it again Now I have walked through all the wanderings in this world Through the years, different faces Unprepared to break into your smile I once turned my youth into her I also had summer popping up at my fingertips Just let it go as my heart moves Walking against the light and letting the wind and rain hit me ..." How long has passed. Chen Ji thought so. If you think about it carefully, it's been almost half a year since the day his parents passed away due to ineffective rescue efforts. That night, it rained heavily, and he could cry as much as he wanted, and no one would care. They would just think that it was rainwater splashing on his face. Chen Ji looked up at the sky and vaguely remembered that the sky was still blue at that time, and his parents' laughter was still echoing in his ears. Even, he could smell the silky aroma on the tip of his nose. It was the fragrance of cicadas emerging from the ground on a summer night after being soaked in salt water and fried. That is a twelve-year-old cicada, something that can never be bought again. It turns out that so long has passed without even realizing it. But why, up to now, I am still alone. Chen Ji doesn't understand. A car suddenly appeared, with a huge roar and sharp friction against the ground, completely crushing his original life. Everything has changed. At this point, he can no longer see half of the blue sky in his life. He lost his parents, but the drunk driver escaped from the court because he went to Qingshan Mental Hospital in advance to issue a diagnosis certificate, and was later sent to Qingshan Hospital for treatment. "Wang Long." Chen Ji muttered this name in a low voice. It was this man who completely shattered his beautiful dream. Then, he escaped trial on the grounds of mental illness. But, how can judgment be something that can be easily escaped? The world created by God must be fair and just. If someone makes a mistake, he should pay the price, and his hands will be cut off, and his feet will be cut off. If someone can make a mistake without paying the price, who will believe in the glory of God? Since the court cannot give him the verdict he deserves, then let him do it himself. As for the consequences... He no longer cares about it. After all, Chen Ji is already alone. As for those in the crowd, no one would notice him anymore, so they stopped and smiled at Chen Ji. Chen Ji never had the chance to smile back at them, as bright as a peach blossom. Everything is no longer the same, and he can never go back to the past. Chen Ji gently bit the grass root with his teeth, and traces of bitterness filled his mouth. He looked up at the crowd rushing towards him, his eyes dark and unclear. The crowds came in waves and then receded quickly, non-stop from morning to night. It's like I am a rock in the ocean. But a few people know that not long ago, this reef was just a grain of sand being carried forward by the crowd, unable to struggle or resist. People only care about the turbulence of the waves, but ignore the sorrow of the sand. Even though this sorrow is the condensation of his life. So, Chen Ji tried his best to get away from the crowd, which made him feel the waves of loneliness. Then, he just leaned against the tree and watched the endless flow of people. He looked at the faces in the crowd, and was surprised to find that they were so similar, as if they were carved from the same template: hard, serious, and indifferent. They were wearing different clothes, but had similar faces, heading in the same direction to different places... All of this made him think deeply and fearfully. Chen Ji also noticed their eyes, which should have been extremely agile, but upon closer inspection, they were filled with confusion, not joy, anger or sadness. I don't know since when, words like smart eyes have become a description exclusive to novels. In reality, most people's eyes are dull, and they have long lost the aura of their infancy. He can no longer look into their eyes and read their hearts, which may have been shrouded in a thick layer of dust, the inner cabin. But no matter what, the crowd is still rolling forward. Some people leave and can no longer move forward; but some people join in and are quickly assimilated by the people around them. And Chen Ji was just outside the crowd, looking at the crowd and the people in the crowd. It's like looking at another self, the one who once laughed heartily. To this day, the crowd is still surging, and he is still lonely, still confused, outside the crowd. No different from everyone else in the crowd. Or maybe he didn't break away from the crowd? Are you still being carried forward by bigger waves? Chen Ji didn't know, he only knew that he was getting more and more tired, which could not be eliminated, and his heart was tired. This endless crowd. Unconsciously, it was dusk, and the setting sun dyed the surrounding clouds unwillingly with a blood-red halo, like a blazing fire. It's just that this flame can't last long. "Alas" Chen Ji sighed inexplicably. Then he got up and walked towards home, to be precise, the house left to him by his parents, going against the flow of people. It's no different than when you came. The setting sun stretched his back very long, making him look a little desolate. Among the crowd, he was the only one going against the grain, which added a bit of loneliness to the traces. At this moment, to outsiders, Chen Ji is a lonely walker under the sunset. Just looking at his back is enough to make him drink. However, Chen Ji didn't care about this, because he knew that there were two "family members" waiting for him in the big house, and he himself had to hold a trial in person. "Come on, the time is coming soon" he thought, and his pace gradually accelerated, "Right now, it will be over." The setting sun set, and the traces of the figure gradually diffused into the night, and could no longer be seen.

With reference.

It was the first month of the lunar month, and there was still snow flying all over the capital of Ningchao. In the howling cold wind, there was a middle-aged man with a straight back beside the bridge. In front of him was a tall eunuch in a fine robe. The eunuch's eyebrows were all white, and the snowflakes hung in the folds of thousands of valleys, making him look extremely cold. He said calmly: "Mr. Yao, I want to see you today, do you dare not to see me?" The middle-aged man laughed and turned around. "The emperor can't come to the court, and the medicine man is also crazy about medicine." After saying this, he waved his hands and shook his head and left. The eunuch's mouth twitched and he just watched quietly as Yao Qimen's back gradually disappeared into the wind and snow without stopping him. "Now I have another twenty taels of money, and I can steal half my life." Yao Qimen hummed a strange tune and was about to find a place to take a break from the snow. At this time, he saw a little beggar wrapped in a tattered blanket huddled in the corner under the eaves of the corner of the street. Shivering, only a pair of not very bright eyes were left half-open and half-closed outside. The cold wind was whistling, and the little beggar felt that his eyelids were getting heavier. Yao Qimen knew that in such a day, if the little beggar closed his eyes, he would not need to open them tomorrow morning. He thought for a while, took out six copper coins from his sleeves, threw them into the air and caught them firmly. He opened his palms and looked at them under the moonlight. His expression gradually became suspicious, and he murmured: "Denryong, swallowing dragon, I just rejected the real dragon and then met this coincidence. I have no wife and no daughter. Could it be that the preaching is happening today?" What?" The cold wind became more and more biting, and the little beggar finally couldn't hold on anymore. He fell to the ground with his head tilted. The last scene he saw was a middle-aged man looking at the palm of his hand in the wind and snow and talking to himself about his birthday and so on. After that, his consciousness became blurred. In that year, Yao Qimen was in his thirties. "I have decided to teach you this practice path today, but you must remember that this is the most dangerous path in the world, and it is also the most shady path. It must not be exposed, otherwise it will definitely lead to death. This is also a cursed path. , You have to decide whether to take this path, the decision is up to you." In a medicine shop, Yao Qimen stood with his hands behind his hands. In front of him was Yao Dunjia, who he had adopted as his adopted son. The so-called Qimen Dunjia was the name Yao Qimen thought of for his son, and he thought it was very good. In fact, Yao Dunjia has never been happy with this unpleasant name, but he has never said anything - of course, it may not be useful. Yao Dunjia has never seen his father have such a serious expression. He does not know what the so-called shady and curses are, nor does he know the dangers involved. However, seeing his father's extremely serious expression, he subconsciously shrank his neck. He was full of longing for his father's magical powers, so he pretended to look solemn and thought about it. Seeing his cautious look, Yao Qimen was very satisfied and did not urge him. A few minutes later, Yao Dunjia raised his head with determination and solemnly said: "Father, I am willing to embark on this road." Yao Qimen just nodded expressionlessly, "From now on, since I am your father, I will also It's your master." At this point, Yao Qimen paused, and then he chuckled and continued: "Maybe one day I will still be your enemy, so I will strictly supervise you, and you can't be slack or sloppy in the slightest. The nine-story platform starts from tired soil, so you can start from the stance." Yao Dunjia didn't understand how he could become his father's enemy in the distant future, but he still took up his stance under his father's correction. That year, summer flowers were in full bloom, and Yao Dunjia was only twelve years old. "You treacherous son! I will teach you how to practice medicine and I will never let you harm the world or others, okay! I saw your rapid progress in medicinal materials and thought you were a genius. Gradually, even I can't see the problem with your medicine. Then Mr. Chen is obviously saved. Today is him, will it be my turn tomorrow!? From now on, I will expel you from the door. Don't step in this door again, and you will harm me!" "Bang!" Yao Qimen slammed the door of the drug store, leaving sixteen-year-old Yao Dunjia kneeling on the ground without saying a word. No matter whether his father beat him or scolded him, he could never accept his father abandoning him. "Rumble" The raindrops fell on the mossy stone bricks, splashing on his pants and his body. The sky was getting darker and darker, and he just knelt there tirelessly, so stubborn. The rain gradually stopped, the morning sun rose as usual, and the moonlight fell. Yao Dunjia's eyelids became heavier and heavier. With a "dong" sound, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. "Squeak!" A head poked out, looking at the unconscious adopted son with deep-eyed eyes on the ground, sighing and muttering: "It doesn't matter if you fall in front of my shop, don't hinder my business." He finally relented and failed to send Yao Dunjia to the Yamen. Yao Qimen was walking alone in the streets, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. He didn't know when a figure in black robe appeared in the blind corner in front of him. Yao Qimen narrowed his eyes and said: "You have traveled thousands of miles to come from Jingchao. If you don't achieve your goal, I'm afraid you won't leave." The black figure did not reply but just said lightly He said: "You and I both know that the speed of lighting lamps has slowed down a lot recently. There are no more tigers in the world than you and me. Hand over your disciples. I won't take action against you." Yao Qimen chuckled, as if he heard some big joke, and then his robes rustled, and he looked towards the black shadow. Yao Dunjia recalled what his father had warned him not long ago. The more tigers there are in the world, the slower the cultivation speed of each tiger will be. As a result, it is not uncommon for sons to kill their fathers, and for apprentices to kill their masters, or vice versa. He scratched his head. He was sitting cross-legged in the yard of the medicine shop and was about to close his eyes and meditate. "Bang!" At this moment, the door of the medicine shop was pushed open suddenly. Yao Dunjia looked at the door hurriedly, only to see blood bleeding from the corner of Yao Qimen's mouth. His face was pale and he was holding on to the door frame. His clothes were in tatters and he was angry. His breath was so disturbed that he hurriedly got up and ran over, supported his father and said tremblingly: "What, what's going on?" Yao Qimen first motioned for him to help him to the room, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Another tiger is here" Yao Dunjia He didn't care about asking too many questions and quickly helped him to the bed. While treating his father's injuries, he was shocked and speechless. He also knew in his heart that the person who could cause such harm to his father was no match for him. He lowered his fists and gradually clenched them. Yao Qimen looked at the distorted adopted son in front of the bed and sighed in his heart. He didn't want to tell him to make him worry more, but later he felt that he should put some pressure on him to encourage him to grow up faster... A bright white jade plate hung high in the quiet night sky. Yao Dunjia was sitting alone in his room. Yao Qimen had been recuperating for several days, but he still didn't see much improvement. He had a dream tonight. He dreamed that a man in black came and kidnapped him. His father, who was still seriously injured, also lost his life to save him. It was simple and cruel. He could never accept such a result. He sat there quietly until dawn, until the rooster crow. He exhaled, seeming to have made some determination. He got up, dressed and went to the pharmacy to make two portions of soup, one for his father today and one with poison. He thought about it and prepared half-finished medicinal powder for more than ten days in the pharmacy, wrote a letter, and reluctantly stuffed it under the paper bag containing the medicine. Then he went to the yard and put the poisonous portion on the stone table - he would find a place where no one was around to end his life quietly, so that the black man Yishanjun will leave, and his father will be able to recover as soon as possible and be out of danger. With his thoughts back, he picked up the medicine prepared for Yao Qimen and walked towards Yao Qimen's room. At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the yard. He turned back almost subconsciously, and his eyes went dark but he couldn't see anything... Yao Qimen was lying alone on the bed, thinking that he should move as soon as possible in the next two days, otherwise he would most likely be found by the tiger from Jing Dynasty. As his thoughts were flowing, a "pop" sound came from outside the door. The quiet atmosphere seemed so ethereal. Yao Qimen hurriedly got up and pushed the door open. Opening the door, a few leaves slowly fell on the stone brick floor, a few broken porcelain pieces lay quietly on the ground, and red soup slowly crawled in the cracks of the bricks. There was no one in the yard. Yao Qimen hurriedly looked around and called his adopted son's name at the top of his voice, but no one responded to him. Yao Qimen hurriedly took out six copper coins from his sleeves and threw them up nervously, but there was a sharp pain in his stomach. Yao Qimen fell to the ground in deep affection and pain, and the coins spilled all over the floor. He looked desperately at the broken porcelain pieces and scattered coins in front of him. At this time, he looked up at the porcelain bowl on the stone table. The tiger in black looked calmly at Yao Dunjia, who was huddled under the wall with a pained expression. He raised his hand and was about to kill the young tiger, but a large amount of dust blew up in front of him. He squinted his eyes and stared at Yao Qimen, who was standing in front of the young man after the dust dispersed. He said calmly: "Haha, you seem to be recovering faster than I thought, but it doesn't matter, I will deal with you master and disciple together today." After saying this, he lowered his center of gravity, lost his breath in Danhai, and raised his fingers into fists to accumulate strength at his waist. Yao Qimen looked back at his adopted son. He had already passed out. His eyes were firm and electric, his energy was surging, and his robes were rustling. This was a tacit agreement between the two of them to decide the outcome with one strike! Boom! A streak of purple thunder pierced the sky, and a woman in green robes on the top floor of the Secret Intelligence Department suddenly stood up. When she looked again, her figure had disappeared. Boom! The battle is about to begin! A huge copper coin appeared in front of Yao Qi's door, round inside and square outside! Among them, purple light flashed and blue arcs jumped, and a purple thunder light as thick as a wooden barrel burst out. There was only an afterimage of the tiger in black, and he hit the thunder that seemed to be able to penetrate the world without hesitation! With one punch against the powerful lightning, his aura increased steadily! Yao Qimen frowned, but suddenly there was a change in his body. Before he had time to think about it, he felt numb all over and spat out a mouthful of blood. The huge copper coin swayed obviously. At this moment, the tiger in black rushed in front of him and punched the copper coin. With a "coaxing" sound, cracks appeared in the copper coin! Yao Qimen spat out a mouthful of blood again and flew out like a kite with its string cut off. He knocked down several walls and lay dying on the ground. The black tiger's robe was already in tatters. He let out a sigh and looked at Yao Qimen who was still trying to get up not far away. He smiled lightly and said, "You seem to have some problems, but it's a pity that everything is over." Yao Qimen took a hard look around and found that the toxins were all over the place. Covering his whole body, he remembered that this was Yao Dunjia's specialty, and he no longer had the energy to think about whether it was him who wanted to harm him. His crow flew up with all its strength and rushed towards the black-clothed tiger. The black-clothed tiger turned around and casually grabbed the crow's legs and threw it towards Yao Dunjia. Yao Dunjia tried his best to turn his head and look at his father. He wanted to say something, but his throat was full of blood. "Cough cough cough." He tried hard to cough up the blood stuck in his throat. His lips trembled, but his voice was like a mosquito: "Father, I... I have not become you... Your enemy" After saying this, the young man's vitality was completely cut off. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was no breath anymore Yao Qimen stared at Yao Dunjia with wide eyes, looking at him and moving his lips, but he couldn't hear anything. He could only watch the person who had been with him for more than ten years completely close his eyes. Yao Qimen stared at this scene in a daze. He had no time to think about whether it was his poison that caused this step. He had no time to think about whether he had killed the child. He also had no time to think about the curse and injustice of fate. There was only one picture left in his mind. That summer, he stood in front of Yao Dunjia and said meaningfully to him: "This is the cursed door." The cursed door. Curse! ! A loud and extremely angry female voice came from the horizon: "This is so wanton!" Yao Qimen packed up the things in the drug store affectionately and silently, and walked into the drug store. He stared blankly at the medicine bag on the table. He walked in and picked up the paper bag, but there was a paper envelope underneath. Yao Qimen was shocked and hurriedly opened the paper envelope: ... Father, I should be dead when you read this letter, please don't be sad... You said this is a cursed door, but I only understand it now. At least I lived to 18. If you hadn't picked me up when I was 6 years old, I would have froze to death on the street. You once told me that those who work for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the cold wind. This time I came to protect you, and I died 12 years late. It was worth it. In fact, I still have some regrets. I was not able to provide for you in your old age. I never saw the outside world, never met the so-called Luo City, uh, and never touched a woman... There are so many regrets. Meeting you in this life is my greatest blessing. After I die, I will be your every light, accompanying you, and I will also follow the ghost of the tiger in black. I really want to be by your side in the future. By the way, the medicine bag is for treating your injuries. Remember to take it on time every day. Well... I still have a lot to say, but take care. The letter came to an abrupt end. Yao Qimen didn't know when his face was covered with crystal liquid. In a daze, he saw Yao Qimen huddled in the corner in that cold winter as if to say "I'm cold." He saw the cicadas chirping in the day and the young man's sunny smiling face, frozen forever. Yao Qimen could no longer control himself. He fell to the ground, confused like a child, and burst into tears. Outside the gate of the capital, the autumn wind was bleak. A carriage drove out slowly. Yao Qimen opened the curtain. He didn't know when he had a lot of white hair on his temples. He sighed melancholy. Then he suddenly saw a crow on a tree with a crooked neck on the side of the muddy dirt road. It pointed its wings at Yao Qimen and laughed loudly. "..." "Bah! Even a crow laughed at me! This capital is so unlucky!" Yao Qimen cursed and raised his whip. There was a little beggar sitting under the city wall, his eyes widened when he saw a crow in the tree landing on a creaking carriage. The autumn wind blew slowly, and the carriage drove farther and farther, and a strange song came from the distance: "The emperor cannot come to the hall, and the silver thread of the autumn wind is sad." "The fox died and returned to his hometown, alone in the world." The little beggar listened to the song getting farther and farther away, and muttered: "The emperor sees you and you don't see you, so why do you say something sad? You are a real dragon emperor!" A piece of yellow paper floated from the horizon, and it was written clearly on it: "A person walks between heaven and earth, suddenly he is like a traveler from afar!"

The silence on the official road ten miles outside the city was terrifying. In the gaps of time, the screams of birds came intermittently. The wind stopped, as if time had stopped. Listen carefully, but you can hear the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong. A man in his thirties, bare-armed, picked up a hammer and hit the red-hot iron with one hammer after another. It seemed that the iron had not yet taken shape. A simple weapons shop, a trace of silent blacksmithing, and next to the weapons shop, there is an unattended tea stall. The hot water is boiling on the stove, making a sizzling sound. The sound of horse hoofbeats came, and three people and three horses came from a distance, pulled the reins, and jumped off the horses. Chen Ji still didn't look up. One of the three was handsome, dressed in white, and holding a long sword. The other two were dressed in black, standing close to the one in the middle, with a guarded look on their faces. They were clearly guards. The man in white took a step forward and said to Chen Ji: Master, the three of us are running all the way. Can we take a break at your tea stall and have a cup of tea to quench our thirst? We can give you money. Chen Ji didn't even raise his head: He had to drink tea and pour it himself. There was a bench to rest on when he was tired. I didn't take cash. Man in white: Thank you! Then he turned to the two guards and said: Sit down and take a rest before leaving. Man in Black: Yes, Master. One person is pouring tea, while the other person is still on guard. What kind of wind has brought the three of you here, and you are still drinking tea leisurely, hahaha... In the dense jungle, a man walks out. He looks ordinary, but the two swords on his back show that he is extraordinary. The man in white suddenly stood up, and the guards on both sides also drew their swords and faced each other. Man in White: Lin Chaoqing! Lin Chaoqing smiled evilly: That's right, it's me. I didn't expect that I followed you thousands of miles and only now can I catch you. Yunyang, you are good enough. Yun Yang, the man in white, slowly pulled out his long sword and pointed it at Lin Chaoqing. At this moment, the screams of birds came, and two people walked slowly from east to west directions. An old man with white hair and a stooped figure, and a beautiful woman who still has charm and charm. Yunyang's face instantly turned pale, his eyes were wandering, and the sword in his hand tightened again and again. Wu Hongbiao, Bai Li. A first-class master in the world. Step by step, walk to the three of them. Wu Hongbiao: Mr. Yun, I will not embarrass you. Hand over the Dragon Swallowing Sword. I can spare your life. Bai Li: You don't want it, I want it. Of course I will not kill you, Mr. Yun. As long as you are willing to hand over the Dragon Swallowing Sword and then enter my harem and love me for the rest of your life, I guarantee that no one will dare to touch you. Lin Chaoqing: Hello, old man, eighth wife. Everything has a first-come, first-served basis. If you want to hand it over, hand it over to me. Wu Hongbiao shook his head: Brother Lin, you are always doing things for your master, and you are always trying to get the sword. Who is still discussing the issue of first and last with you? Bai Li smiled charmingly: Haha, that's right, Mr. Lin is really good at joking. ，，，， He also didn't realize that the sword in his hand was taking shape bit by bit. Yunyang tightened his sword in his hand, and the guard next to him was also extremely cautious. Yun Yang: Everyone, can you give my Yun family some face? If you stop participating in this matter, my Yun family will definitely thank you very much afterwards. Bai Li: Mr. Yun, we are not short of money. To be precise, we are not short of small money. This Dragon Swallowing Sword is worth a lot of money. Mr. Yun, where is the Dragon Swallowing Sword? Hand it over. Yunyang paused and said: But, there are three of you, and I only have one Dragon Swallowing Sword in my hand. Who should I give it to? Wu Hongbiao: Little baby, you are a little too young to play tricks in front of me, the old man. Just hand over the sword and don't worry about anything else. Yun Yang: Damn it. In this case, Yun Gu and Yun Jin, you two will follow me to protect the Dragon Swallowing Sword to the death. Yun Gu, Yun Jin: Yes, Young Master. Just as he was about to take action, Lin Chaoqing stepped between them and waved his hand. Lin Chaoqing smiled evilly and said: Wait a minute, you two. Otherwise, no matter who we are, we may not be able to eat him. How about we join forces and take him down first. As for who owns the sword, let's discuss it later, okay? Bai Li: I have no objection. Wu Hongbiao: Okay, let's take action first. Those two boys in black are not easy to deal with either. It's too late to say it, but it will be soon. As soon as he finished speaking, three against three had already fought ten moves. The swords intertwined, blood surged, every move showed no mercy. Time passed by little by little, and the few people who were fighting in the middle of the fight did not notice that the iron sword in Chen Ji's hand had taken shape, soaked in the water, and bubbles rolled out, gurgling. A cold light flashed in Chen Ji's eyes, he picked up the iron sword, turned around, and swung the sword. Wu Hongbiao did not understand why his head was separated from his body until his death, because he had no time to think or see. The air froze instantly. No one dares to move. Only a trace of ecstasy surged from the bottom of Yunyang's heart, God will not destroy me! In the brief exchange just now, the three of them were at a disadvantage. Lin Chaoqing, Bai Li, and Wu Hongbiao were all long-established masters. The more they fought, the harder it was and the more wounds they had on their bodies. Yunyang said excitedly: Thank you for your help, senior. I will definitely feel better afterwards... The voice stopped suddenly because he could no longer say anything. With one strike of the sword, the head and body were separated instantly. Also separated at the same time were the two guards of the Yun family, one sword, three people, and three lives. Swords never give people a chance to prepare. Including the two Lin Chaoqing and Bai Li who flew away in panic. The sword pierced Bai Li's heart from behind, penetrated out, and when it flew back, it also harvested Lin Chaoqing's head. The three horses neighed in low voices, their hoofs restlessly stepping on the stone slabs under their hooves. The hot water on the stove is still sizzling. Chen Ji turned around and walked towards the table and chairs, made a cup of tea, and drank it slowly. Chen Ji whispered in a low voice: Yunhan, Yunhan, you really lived like a dog. Such an important thing, send a little doll to escort it. Anyway, my month of waiting is not in vain. Get up, pick up the sword, and walk towards the three horses. It's time to reap the rewards, little Yunyang baby, let's find a good father in the next life. Swinging the sword, the white horse fell to the ground, its belly was disemboweled, and the gurgling blood wrapped in a long object wrapped in cloth rolled out. Ignoring the blood on it, Chen Ji tore open the cloth and lifted the hilt of the sword. A flash of yellow light flashed and the sword was unsheathed. The words "Dragon Swallowing Sword" fell into his eyes. Hahahaha, what a great sword! My ten years of searching and one month of hard waiting were really not in vain. If I had known they were just a bunch of rats, why would I bother to pretend to be a blacksmith and work hard for a month to make iron? Yun Han, Yun Han... Sheathed the sword, leaped onto the horse, and left the dust.

That day, I was fighting with the white cat in Wanxing Garden as usual. I was suddenly attracted by the scent of a person. I was about to get closer but was attacked by the white cat. I had to continue to deal with it first. We fought from the east to the west, and then from the west to the east. Before we could decide the winner, it was taken away. Hum, little boy, I'll teach you a lesson next time! Although my body hurt, it didn't matter. It's more important to follow this human and find out what makes it smell so good. When this human being left Prince Jing's Mansion, I followed him quietly. There were several people in the house, so we could only wait for him outside. He could really sleep, making me wait all night, and only saw me when he came out early in the morning. And was he a fool? After walking with me for a while, he exposed himself. First he called me meow, and then he called me Sangbiao. Who would name a serious cat like that? He seems to know what attracts my cat. He took out a bead, but he didn't offer it to me. He even teased me. Did he expect me to condescend to beg him? Fortunately, he recognized the situation and quickly put it down for me. I couldn't hold it in my mouth, but something invisible pushed me away. After that, he bought me meat buns, taught me how to be a cat, applied medicine to my wounds, and talked to me a lot, although I couldn't understand it for some reason... Later, he wanted to hire me home, and he also wrote a cat acceptance letter, and named me Wuyun. Seeing how sincere he was, I reluctantly accepted it. I pressed my paw prints on the deed, and I was able to speak and swallow the beads. The dark cloud is no longer a lonely cat, now there is a person.

The fifth day of May is the Dragon Boat Festival. Suitable for: engagement, marriage, murder, funeral. Taboos: opening, business, praying, black cats. It was drizzling in the alleys of Luocheng, but the rain seemed to be a joke, and it stopped within half an hour. Luo City has a large population, and since it is the Dragon Boat Festival, many shops have opened their doors. Although the almanac says it is not suitable for business today, no shopkeeper will go out to check the almanac. If I don't look at it, then there is nothing inappropriate today. Even if any unlucky shop owner looks at today's old almanac, he will say something about feudal superstition and open for business as usual. After other shop owners open their doors, the neighbors will naturally open their doors one after another, because they cannot sleep, they have trouble sleeping and eating, and they feel more uncomfortable when they see others making money than when they see themselves losing money. So they saw the drizzle that seemed to be a joke in the inner alleys of Luocheng in the morning. The hazy mist and moist rain mixed with the steaming smell of breakfast, breaking away the cover of clouds and mist. Just like that, after a new rain in the empty mountains, but this time it was half of the sun's morning glow, just a little bit of golden red, slowly emerging from the sky, and a little bit of light came to the front of a shop. "SiSSiSi" This is the signature name of this store. It's quite strange. Si (four) Si's. Well, it's just a homophone. The owner of this shop seems to be a very unique person. Si Sledgehammer is wearing a hood and is sitting mysteriously at the door of the store. Something seems to be cooking in the big pot in the store. There is not only one big pot in the store, but also a big pot next to it. It looks like something is... Rising and falling up and down and left and right? Isn't it someone's head? ! This is an absurd but reasonable guess. It seems that Sledgehammer may hide a lot of "secrets". Boss Sledgehammer is holding an old almanac in her hand. She may be thinking about moving the store to a newly opened cemetery in Los Angeles. It is said that business there is booming, and she can also develop some additional business. At this moment, a customer came to the door of Sledgehammer's shop. This man didn't look very old, but he was holding a child even younger than him in his arms. The two children are quite handsome and cute, especially the little one whose head shape looks particularly suitable... Sledgehammer put aside her messy thoughts, these people are civilians, she can't take action against them. "Boss, give me a bun and a rice dumpling." The older child put the copper coins on the table in the shop and waited for Sledgehammer to hand over the breakfast to him. Si Sledge also slowly stood up, wrapped up breakfast and other food and handed it to the older child. After the child left, Si Dachui glanced at the coins on the counter and put them away. This child had given a lot more, and it seemed that he belonged to a wealthy family. At this moment, Sledgehammer saw a young man dressed as a medical apprentice and a black cat slowly walking towards his shop. Si Sledgehammer raised his eyebrows slightly under his hood and stood up again. "Boss, how much is that rice dumpling?" "7 cents." Chen Ji gently stroked the black cat in his hand and nodded involuntarily. "Then boss, bring me 5 rice dumplings." Chen Ji looked at Sledgehammer with a smile and pointed at the two children who seemed to be from wealthy families who had just left not far away. Si Dachui quickly wrapped the five rice dumplings and placed them in front of the shop counter in front of Chen Ji. "A total of 35 Wen." "Boss, don't you think it's cheaper if I buy 5 at once? How about 20 Wen?" Chen Ji looked at Si Sledgehammer with a smile. He did buy more than ordinary people, but 20 Wen Sledgehammer felt like he was at a bit of a loss. "25 Wen." Sda Hammer, whose job was not the most commercial to begin with, spoke up. It could be seen that she had just learned how to run a store not long ago. "Deal." Chen Ji took out 25 Wen without saying anything, and then walked away with 5 rice dumplings. "Am I missing something?" Si Dachui looked thoughtfully at Chen Ji's back that quickly left and then disappeared. Then she looked at the old almanac in her hand. "The fifth day of the fifth lunar month is the Dragon Boat Festival." "Suitable: murder, funeral." But then she shook her head. She is not the kind of person who holds grudges. It would be good if she could be healthy every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. PS: ({"TopicId":"1013798573471236096","TopicName":"Go to Ruiyang in good health every year"})

It has been a week since Chen Ji traveled through time. Now he has gone from having a vague understanding of his identity at the beginning to now fully understanding what his identity is. This week has been harder than a month. But fortunately, Chen Ji has now become familiar with the things around him, and has also accepted his identity. He is revealed to be an apprentice at Prince Jing's Imperial Medical Clinic and one of the direct disciples of Old Man Yao. Not to mention his illustrious status, it can be regarded as a status that others will think twice about when he mentions his cheap mentor. Today, Chen Ji did not choose to go out. Instead, he sat in the imperial doctor's office and watched the people coming and going. In fact, it is correct to say that they are the imperial medical officials of Prince Jing's palace, but in fact, Prince Jing still uses them to treat the people around him. However, according to the evidence, these so-called ordinary people are not necessarily ordinary people. They are basically wealthy families. In the previous life, they were called well-off families. Compared with the people who really can't afford food, they at least live in the east city of Luo City, have houses, land and sources of income, so they are really not poor. According to past times, Chen Ji needs to learn about herbal medicines over and over again at this time. When someone comes, he will follow Old Man Yao's handbook to get the medicine. But today is different. Today Chen Ji has discovered the key to the power in his body, and now he needs to work hard to break through it. After all, there has always been an obsession in Chen Ji's heart, which is wrong. It should be the voice. I hope he can break through that barrier, and maybe there will be a new world. A quarter of an hour... Two quarters of an hour... In just half a stick of incense, Chen Ji successfully broke through the barrier, and a cold air swept through his body instantly. When he wanted to control it, sometimes a warm current hit the cold air from the opposite direction, and then a magical scene happened. The cold and warm began to merge, and Chen Ji could only watch but was unable to intervene. It was half a stick of incense time again, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. Chen Ji finally opened his eyes with a question mark on his face, and instantly felt as if his ears and eyes were clear. Just when he wanted to continue exploring the body, a person rushed in from the outside. He seemed to have been beaten. There was a hideous gash on his hand and a piece of leather covering his face. At first glance, he was an untouchable person. After the man saw him, he said: "Chen... Chenji... Ji... Xicheng... Hurry... Hurry!" After saying this, he passed out. Following the principle of doing less than doing more, and because he was unable to cure this man's current situation, he chose to go to the backyard to bring in reinforcements. So he rushed to the backyard covered in blood and said: "Master... Master!" At this time, Old Man Yao had just finished practicing. Because he knew that Chen Ji was watching from the front, he was lazy. As soon as he went out and saw blood on Chen Ji, the veins in his temples jumped instantly. Sure enough, what was supposed to come always came. Old man Yao immediately said: "I understand, get the people to the back first, you go to the front and keep an eye on it, clean the place. Also, change your clothes." At this time, Chen Ji realized that his clothes were no longer clean, but he didn't think much about it, so he followed Master Jianyi to the front hall and took the mysterious man to the backyard. He went to change clothes and began to clean up the blood stains in the hall. While cleaning, I suddenly saw a letter that had been opened where it fell. He didn't think much about it, and quickly finished cleaning the floor. He went out and took a look around. When he found that no one was coming, he returned behind the counter and began to read the letter. The title of the letter was written in several large characters: Imperial Physician Yao Qimen; Personal Qi Chen Ji looked at the letter that had been torn open, then silently twitched the corner of his mouth, took out the letter and read it. The content of the letter was very simple. He told him to take good care of his disciple named Chen Ji, and he also flattered the cheap master. He couldn't see anything else in his mind. But there is a magical thing about this letter, that is, the signature below is Dajing Moyun Temple. Chen Ji has traveled so far, even if he is not clear-headed, he knows that this is Luocheng of Ning Dynasty, and Mr. Zhou who was killed after he traveled through time is said to be related to the Beijing Dynasty, so this letter... Thinking of this, he immediately restored the letter, ran all the way, pretending that he had just picked it up and delivered it to Old Man Yao. Yao Qimen couldn't help but frown when he looked at the signature. In Chen Ji's eyes, it was a family letter, but in Yao Qimen's eyes, it was a disaster. If you don't want to cause trouble, you'll find trouble on your own. Not to mention that several living hell kings from the Secret Intelligence Department are still in Luo City. These old traces are really a source of disaster, but they have to protect themselves. At this time, Chen Ji had already seen all the little tricks of his cheap master, and he also began to think about the reason for today's incident. But soon, the answer to what he was looking for was found. When he was scolded by Old Man Yao and went back to look at the door, and when he was thinking about where Old Man Yao came from, several Hell Kings from the Secret Intelligence Department finally came after smelling the smell. After the stolen goods were recovered, the two were invited to the Los Angeles Prison. Of course, the letter was gone. On the way back to the front, Yao Qimen had already made the letter completely disappear. So the Secret Service couldn't find anything when facing these two men. As long as they insisted that he came for medical treatment, the Secret Service would not be punished. Behind them was Prince Jing's Palace. However, Chen Ji was very interested in the identity of old man Yao, so he asked Jiaotu about it as usual. Jiaotu was honest. Of course, she also wanted to find out the details of Chen Ji. Unfortunately, he couldn't play with Chen Ji, so he was asked a lot of questions by Chen Ji. It turns out that old man Yao, whose real name was Yao Qimen and Yao Wenyuan, was from Luhaizhou in the Ning Dynasty. He studied medicine with famous teachers when he was free. However, when he was young, he entered the Ning Chao Imperial Hospital and became the first imperial physician from a young age. In the position of pen, he assisted four kings. He retired from the chaotic battle and traveled around the world for five years before he was accepted into the palace by the current Prince Jing as an imperial physician in Prince Jing's palace, specializing in treating the causes of Prince Jing's diseases. When he was sent out with Old Man Yao, he saw Yao Qimen and Imperial Physician Yao under the sunset, and instantly felt that this ninety-two-year-old bent old man was like a history book, mysterious, thick, and invisible. After all, how could a legendary imperial physician, a medical genius who had never left the Ning Dynasty, be related to the Beijing Dynasty, not to mention that the old man Yao in Jiaotu's mouth was a non-stick pan. So if it wasn't for everything Chen Ji had experienced, no one would believe this. But Chen Ji felt that this Daning non-stick pan was not as simple as it seemed. How could an imperial doctor who could escape from a fight be able to resolve the situation with just "Don't get involved in everything"? So now Chen Ji looked at Yao Qimen, who looked like an old tree in the distance, and suddenly became curious about the unknown past story on the other side of the famous Imperial Physician Yao.