God [Ancient Sword]

In the 11th year of Yuande, in the first month, there was heavy snowfall.

The scholar climbed up from the dirty cotton mattress stuffed with straw, and was not defeated by the severe pain that oppressed his nerves and flesh and blood all the time, but the predicament he faced was to continue to starve to death.

Even the mice lingering under the wall in the thatched hut were skinny, and he didn't even have the strength to climb to the door, and only one pair of eyes could be used in his whole body. Demented rats, with skinny fingers dug straight into the fleshy belly, the living things in their hands are silent without even a shrill squeak, and the smell of blood rushes into the nose and mouth instead brings a kind of stimulation after a long drought and rain. Every biting and swallowing was like splitting a soul alive, until the energy of a mouse was injected into his body, and he struggled again in the cruel soul-crossing pain with his hands full of bloody wreckage and the satisfaction of stealing life.

If they can climb further, the food becomes all the leaves, grass roots, even moss and green clothes that can be found in the yard.The house was as dead as he was, and many times he would hear voices, wheels, and hawking on the other side of the wall, and every time his heart beat violently because of any movement, it made him feel like he was alive Yes, but the low earthen wall and the broken door lock easily separated the two worlds. Even though he died and smelt and turned into bones, no one would notice.

Even better, the body can function freely, and the entire thatched hut is searched. The only valuable possessions are a few books in the bookcase, pens, inks and paper.A scholar borrowed a desk and chair from someone, and made a living by facing the street, but he only sold calligraphy and paintings to write letters for others.At the beginning, some people pointed out that this poor scholar who regarded reading sage books as more important than the sky, no matter how he made money, he got used to it and accepted this change.

With a little money saved, enough food and clothing, Xiucai saw the daughter of the medicine shop owner from a distance, she was his original fiancée, and her father resigned from the marriage arranged by the elders because he disliked the poor and loved the rich.

The scholar narrowed his eyes and outlined the last stroke of the scroll in his hand, put down the pen, dried the ink and handed the scroll to the buyer.

Crossing the soul for countless lives, people of all shapes and colors have seen it all over, how could they not be proficient in medicine.Set up a series of bureaus, counterfeit medicines were dropped, life lawsuits, pharmacies were smashed, bullies forced marriages...the house was leaking when it rained all night, and he just pushed it logically, and pulled it back in front of the desperate situation he had caused. Bundle.

Received the thanks of the father-in-law who had escaped from death, and found his wife back, and it was only a short period of time when he was crossing his soul that day.

If he wants to be nice to a person, how can he make people realize that he doesn't agree with his heart.After being married for several years, it should be said that the husband and wife are in harmony, and the case is equal.But everything can be expected, except that it doesn't understand people's hearts, and it can't be counted as fate.

The scholar took over the medicine shop, and that year he went out to sell medicine, but unfortunately encountered a mountain torrent and was exiled in a foreign land.

After years of tossing and turning, he was able to return to his hometown, and his wife had remarried.

But a vulgar woman, even if she has some knowledge, her tenderness and sweetness are not worth the daily necessities.Xiucai just took another look from a distance, just like he saw the girl in the pink skirt approaching the pharmacy at the intersection at the first time.Marrying her is obsessive for the whole body, and he can go about the world when he understands the cause and effect.If you misunderstood one scene, why not watch another one.Turn around and leave, never to come again.

In the 23rd year of Yuande, in September, there was rain after a long drought.

Qingshui Taoist came to Qingshui Temple to place an order.Behind him was a young boy dancing spoon with a pale complexion who seemed to be suffering from insufficiency.

The Taoist said that he and his disciples came from the east of the mausoleum, and they had nowhere to go, but they just walked around to see the mountains and rivers in the world.He also said that his disciple was not born with a disease in the womb, but a disease caused by accumulated suffering in the day after tomorrow. The disease has penetrated into the bone marrow, and it will take many years of recuperation to recover.

Everyone says it's okay.There is also a temple master who loves playing chess all his life, and the endgame that has been entangled for two years was broken by a Taoist. He was overjoyed and became a confidant.

The Taoist is outstanding in miscellaneous studies, and is proficient in the art of orpiment.Thinking about it, his disciple's symptoms were really dangerous, and he didn't heal for many years.Every five days the Taoist went to the mountains to collect herbs, and processed them by himself. In his spare time, he taught his disciples the volume of "Huang Ting", explaining the way.

After half a year like this, the boy's illness subsided slightly, his pupils regained his radiance, and his muscles and bones also had strength, no different from ordinary people.

The Taoist left Qingshui Temple with the boy.

Traveling all over the world, the Taoists treat the boy like a parent and child, teach him knowledge, teach him the best way to behave in the world, master and apprentice depend on each other, but the boy still has a gloomy look occasionally.

A few years later, in a certain city in the south, the familiar scenery came into view. The boy's childhood memories gradually faded.

The Taoist was about to go out again, and the boy knelt down in front of the master, holding the gift of thanks from home.The Taoist said, when you were still young, you were abducted by wicked people during the Lantern Festival, sold thousands of miles away, and suffered so much. I rescued you, and you stayed by my side for several years, which is also worth the karma. .

The relationship between master and apprentice for many years is not as good as a close relative of flesh and blood... It is just common sense in the world.

The Taoist didn't say anything about the hard work the master and apprentice had put in for him, and turned away with a calm expression, as if he had misjudged it again.

This life passed away in a busy way, and when he returned to the cave in Hengshan, when he carved the trajectory of his life on the stone wall, his stiff fingers paused for a long time, but he still couldn't describe it completely.

After thinking for a long time, he finally understood the truth. In fact, he didn't expect to get true love from these people. He couldn't even reveal the slightest emotion from his heart to these mortals...Why?Because it is clear that none of them are her?Maybe yes.He repulsed her so much to come to him, but she was the only one who gave him the purest and warmest fate.

Maybe he should fool himself before he can fool others.

However, in this life, she never appeared.

In the fifth year of Mingguang, in April, peach blossoms bloom late.

Doctor Bai in the town rescued a seriously injured outsider.

It is said that when he was rescued, he was only half breathed, and his body was half cold. Thanks to Dr. Bai's superb medical skills, he was able to hang half his life and slowly treat him.

He was not bad-looking, a young man with delicate features, even if he was sick and dying, the handsomeness on his face did not diminish at all.Although the clothes on his body are tattered, the material is extremely high-class, and the origin is not ordinary.It just looks like he has suffered extremely deep pain.

There were several stab wounds all over his body, the cuts were not deep, otherwise he would lose his life if he lost too much blood. The arrow wound on his right shoulder was more severe, but there were traces of burning. The blood, the most fatal is the small wound on the left calf that was pierced by a sharp weapon.

Doctor Bai's son helped his father move the patient home. Knowing his father's temperament, he endured the fear and helped to deal with the injury. He squatted at the door and smoked a bag of dry cigarettes, and knocked on the door of his room in the middle of the night.Doctor Bai was still dealing with medicinal materials under the lamp with his old eyesight dimmed. He saw his son talking bitterly to him, "Father, let's send him away... Look at this young man, if his enemies come to him..."

Doctor Bai stared at his son for a while, then picked up the medicine sieving basket, covered his head and gave him a good beating.This time Bai Er Er was suffering to the core.My father has been stubborn and stubborn all his life. Since he practiced medicine, whenever he meets a patient, he is never willing to leave him halfway.There is no way to speak of character, even the most vicious overlord in the town has to bow down respectfully in front of him, but he can't tell the situation clearly——look at that kid's appearance, can he be saved!

But there is no way, sigh and admit it, the town is small, there are many broken words, and a word can be spread all over the neighbors and neighbors, so I simply maintain enough respect for the only doctor's family in the town, the Bai family , this kid's injury can still be covered.

It was several days before the young man woke up.The fever had burned him for so many days, but luckily it didn't turn him into a fool.The lower leg on the left is more difficult to deal with. The carrion is cut off, but the poison has penetrated into the bone.

He endured it day by day, able to sit up, walk two steps with a cane, and not become a waste.However, for those who have an extra mouth to eat, the medicine is also readily available, and such things are not uncommon in the past.Bai Laoer was really surprised that this young man had such a strong endurance, if he hadn't heard him thank you, he almost thought he couldn't speak!For such a young man, he has never heard him cry out pain from the beginning to the end!

Bai Lao Er occasionally saw him sitting in front of the window quietly watching the dusk recede, and sighed how good he was born after watching him.

The dim sunlight penetrated through the window paper, cast a faint shadow in the room, he sat there in half-brightness, his slightly stooped body was covered with a hazy halo, and the coolness leaked from his handsome eyes, Obviously there is no trace of sadness, but it can make other people's hearts ooze blood.

No wonder the daughter of Uncle Wang's family in Zhenkou just took one look at him and couldn't move any further.She was clamoring for her father to invite someone to propose marriage.

Doctor Bai sighed privately and said, after all, the bottom is broken, and it will last for a few years, maybe a few years.

In those few years, even though he was suffering from pain, he still stubbornly survived.But struggling so hard, he still gives people the feeling that he is still desperate.He eats, sleeps, walks with difficulty, helps Doctor Bai pack up the medicinal materials, and bids farewell to the dusk every day before the night falls—trying hard to live, but he seems to be ready to die at any time—and calmly welcomes the death that will come at any time.

The young man spent half of his withered life still unable to figure out a single question.As a mother, how could she be willing to kill her own son for those illusory things.

This body was born after she had a difficult pregnancy in October, and she personally took care of the cooking and slowly grew up. He still remembers the noble lady who opened his eyes on the night when he succeeded in crossing the soul when he was young, and stayed in front of the bed for three days and three nights. Tears of joy, I also remember her happy and pure eyes when he learned to recite the first poem and wrote the first word, but this kind of cherishment, when he threatened the continuation of her family, she still did not hesitate Choose to give up his life.

Without hesitation, she gave up her own son's life.

Mother, doesn't this word mean selfless dedication, no complaints and no regrets... He doesn't even ask for cherishment, as long as he is quiet and relative for a long time, why even this is an extravagant wish.

Why is what the world spreads and what he saw with his own eyes never the same?

In this life, there is still no her.

In the ninth year of Mingguang, in July, Baiyun Temple was burned down.

The blind widowed mother sighed, and tremblingly held the last bit of porridge made from sweet potato roots, and fed it to her sickly bedridden daughter.

With fingers that had been rough all her life, she carefully touched her daughter's thin face, shaking her hand every inch of her groping, as if such a movement had exhausted all her strength and courage.The face covered with gullies was also full of tears.

In front of the bed, her low and difficult murmur echoed, "Don't blame mother, mother can't do anything... If you don't exchange it with you, your brother won't be able to come back..."

She loves her, of course she does.A pair of children, she, a blind woman, how hard she worked to grow up.

In this life, he had to spend his soul on a girl.But gender, old and young are nothing to him, and he doesn't even care about his animal body—as long as he can live.

He has been very sensible since he was a child.The family is poor and used to worrying about food and clothing. My elder brother learned to be bad at a young age, stealing chickens and dogs, cheating and abducting... and the more troublesome my elder brother is, the more gentle, kind and considerate he is for his mother.Many times, the widowed mother would hold her and cry bitterly, saying that she only had him and could no longer count on her son.

The widowed mother would pick up the broom handle and beat her brother hard, and she would point to the door and tell him to get out and not come back, but she never said a harsh word to him.She cherished him as if she cherished her only treasure.

But the ending of the story is not like this.When the elder brother did something so bad that his life was saved in other people's hands, the widowed mother finally accepted the request of the other party and married him in exchange for her elder brother.She blamed her son, but his son was more important to her than anything else.Even if she cried so sadly and showed such reluctance, she could not conceal the fact that she was determined to abandon him.

He had a fever, and he couldn't even get out of bed.While lying groggy like a corpse, many things came to mind.

After thinking about it, he finally understood why he was given up.Because the one to whom he is asking has something greater than himself, and for something greater, he is left behind.

There is nothing wrong with this... But why can't he be the most important one?

In this life, she still hasn't come.

Is she never coming again?

In the second year of Shaoping, in November, the grass and fields were covered with snow.

He stood under the cold and windy eaves all night. At dawn, when the heavy sky was cut by light, he finally heard a baby cry from the noisy back room.

The author has something to say: 2.4

I chose a few lifetimes to write... This chapter is detailed, and the following will be very fast, and I can write about Penglai at the end of the next chapter.

The boss is a scholar, a Taoist, a young man, a daughter, and the last father who is waiting for the child to be born. You should all know this after thinking about it.