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Luo Han left behind a few ambiguous words, reeking of alcohol, and passed out drunk in the court, letting Tan Yuan help him back into the room.It disappeared early the next morning.

Tan Yuan has long been used to Luo Han's trusting horses, so he no longer cares about him, and continues to live his own leisurely life. Occasionally, Luo Han's words come to mind, and after a circle, he is chased away by himself.In the world, just think about it...

The transformation took place in a calm afternoon, when there was a gentle breeze, Tan Yuan lay down in a bush in the mountains and forests to take a nap.The breeze blew down a green leaf, which happened to land on Tan Yuan's forehead, disturbing his lucid dream.Tan Yuan opened his eyes, took off the fallen leaf between his forehead, and sat up slowly, realizing that it was getting late, so he got up and prepared to go back.As soon as Fang lifted his foot, he heard a faint "help" from somewhere behind him.

Tan Yuan looked around. The north peak of Tianyu Mountain had always been full of fairy weaving spirit grass and luxuriant vegetation. As far as he could see, it was all green and green, and he didn't find any figure.

Tan Yuan frowned, thinking he had heard it wrong, he just lifted his foot and was about to leave.After taking two steps, I heard "Help" again.

This time Tan Yuan heard it clearly, followed the sound, and found the little scholar who was lying in the bushes, drenched and embarrassed, wearing a worn-out long gown...

The little scholar woke up on the second day. First, he moved his fingers exposed outside the quilt, then he coughed, and then his long eyelashes moved, revealing a pair of dark eyes, which were full of confusion. , seeing Tan Yuan standing by the bed, her delicate brows frowned, she understood something, the mist in her eyes dissipated, revealing a clear light: "Mr. saved me?"

Tan Yuan nodded.

The little scholar looked at the surrounding decorations: "Is this a fairy mountain?"

Tan Yuan said: "Tianyu Mountain."

The light in the little scholar's eyes brightened a bit: "I have really arrived at the fairy mountain? Could it be that the young master is the fairy on this fairy mountain?"

Tan Yuan didn't know how to answer, he felt that he should not be regarded as a fairy, thought for a while, and said: "I am not."

The light in the little scholar's eyes dimmed a little, and Tan Yuan had a panoramic view.

"So it wasn't..." the little scholar muttered, seeing Tan Yuan standing aside, he hurriedly got up again, and bowed solemnly: "I was still a little confused just now, and I almost forgot to thank you for saving my life, sir."

Tan Yuan helped him up: "You are not healed yet, don't do this."

The little scholar's body was weak, he coughed, nodded, obediently agreed, and sat there with the quilt folded: "My name is Xu Ming, and I live in Tianyu Village not far from the foot of Tianyu Mountain."

Tan Yuan said: "My name is Tan Yuan."

The little scholar coughed again, Tan Yuan handed him a bowl of soup and helped him to drink it slowly.

The little scholar was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry."

Tan Yuan put down the soup bowl and asked his own question: "Tianyu Mountain is surrounded by torrents and steep mountains, why did you come here?"

The little scholar confessed honestly: "I came here to ask for medicine. I heard that there are immortals living on the fairy mountain, and they have elixir that can cure any disease, so I thought I could try it..."

"Nonsense." Tan Yuan retorted mercilessly: "When you come to Tianyu Mountain, you will be close to death, and you will change your life for another, let alone just hearing about it!"

The little scholar scratched his head: "I just want to try..."

Tanyuan has read the human storybooks brought by Luo Han. Many emperors and nobles sent people to seek the elixir of immortality. There are also stories about a filial son who wholeheartedly sought medicine to save the life of his parents who were seriously ill, and finally succeeded in saving his parents. Life has become a good story.For no reason, Tan Yuan felt that the stupid little scholar was the latter type.

The little scholar recalled embarrassingly: "I didn't realize that the river around the mountain almost killed me. I thought in the water, it's over, I'm afraid I have to explain here. I didn't realize that I just woke up I'm on the shore, and in front of me is a mountain straight into the sky. I don't know if it's the Tianyu Mountain I wanted to go to, or if it was washed to another place? I said to climb up to have a look, but fell a few more A somersault, the last fall was the hardest, and he fell directly from the cliff to the valley, and then met Mr...." The little scholar raised his eyes and glanced at Tan Yuan: "Since Mr. is not a fairy, is he a hermit living here?" At the end, he took a peek at Tan Yuan: "With Mr.'s temperament, I feel more like a fairy."

It was the first time I got this kind of evaluation, which really made Tan Yuan a little dazed, and his cold tone softened a bit: "I... am not..."

The little scholar smiled shyly, and finally, his expression changed: "How many days have I been in a coma?"

Tan Yuan said, "One day."

"Oops." The little scholar got out of bed in a panic, his unhealed body couldn't help but feel weak, and he couldn't even stand firmly. The elixir is here, otherwise Xiaoxi's mother might..."

The little scholar helped him to sit back: "You can't even take care of yourself, and you still want to take care of others? If you look like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back if you get the elixir."

The little scholar whispered: "I'm afraid..."

Tan Yuan interrupted: "The matter of life and death cannot be forced."

The little scholar glanced at Tan Yuan timidly, and sighed heavily: "Xiaoxi is only 12 years old, she is smart, just this girl, if something unexpected happens..."

Only then did Tan Yuan raise his eyes to look at the little scholar: "It turns out that you are still risking your life to save others?"

The little scholar said: "Xiao Xi's life is too miserable..."

Tan Yuan got up: "Take care of yourself first."

The little scholar didn't dare to say anything anymore, and lay down obediently, his clear eyes dimmed again.

Tan Yuan looked at him, his stubborn heart softened slightly, and added in a cold voice: "As for the elixir, I will think of a solution for you."

Later, the little scholar stayed to recuperate, and Tan Yuan patiently took him in and took care of him.

Tan Yuan discovered that Xu Ming, a young scholar, was a talkative person, different from Luo Han's unrestrained, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, young scholar was willing to talk, always telling Tan Yuan what he saw and heard, eloquently:

"I visited a mountain forest. Others said that the place was full of ghosts and full of Yin Qi. After entering, I couldn't get out. But I went in, but there was nothing, but the sunrise there was really good."

"I also picked a blue fruit on a cliff. After I took it home and tasted it, I didn't know what happened to me. Fortunately, my neighbor, Aunt Liu, found me in time and insisted on drinking a lot of soup, which made me feel better."

"The farthest place I have traveled is Mobei. Although there is a lot of wind and sand there, the scenery of heaven and earth is really unforgettable for me..."

In the end, the little scholar happily turned his head to look at Tan Yuan: "However, Tianyu Mountain is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It is really beautiful to live in seclusion here. Sir, you have a good eye."

Tan Yuan thought that the beauty of Mount Tianyu is beautiful, but to himself, it is a boundless place. No matter how beautiful it is, he will eventually get tired of looking at it every day and every year. He is more yearning for the world described by the little scholar. .

Sometimes, listening to the little scholar talk a lot, even the dream is a colorful world in the human world. Tan Yuan dreamed that he was walking in the bustling streets at night, and the east wind put flowers and thousands of trees at night. Looking back suddenly, the dim lights reflected The faces of the people around him are sometimes Luo Han's flushed face after drunkenness, and sometimes the shy and shy smiling face of a young scholar.

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Originally, wishful thinking was played well, one chapter per day during the eleventh period...the result...playing high~

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