Aggrieved Fish Sprite

In the wilderness there was the cry of night owls, and the branches of several old trees were bare.

"This is already in the territory of Yongzhou." Mo Li looked around, and there seemed to be a village in front of him.

Meng Qi also stopped in his tracks, his aura was a bit chaotic.

Mo Li suspected that he didn't hear what he was saying at all.

"...Brother Meng?"

"Hmm." Meng Qi responded subconsciously.

Although he changed back into a human form, his ears were always buzzing, and phantoms appeared in front of his eyes from time to time.

There are streets in Taijing, and there are deep mountains and dense forests.

There are faces of some people from young to old, and the sound of fighting and killing.

They are overlapped and intertwined with the dark night, and it is almost impossible to distinguish what is an illusion and what is real.

Meng Qi saw a cliff appeared in front of him, the current below was fast-moving, and it was also covered with protruding rocks.

On the left is the burning city, the soldiers are fighting bloody, and the swords and guns are attacking his chest.

Meng Qi didn't dodge.

Because he saw the ink carp, the doctor was right in front of him.

The figure was a little blurry, Meng Qi stared at him intently, his eyes were full of this person, the cliffs and waterfalls were illusions, and the sea of ​​swords and flames was also an illusion.He followed that figure, step by step forward, walked on the footprints of the other party, and walked through countless "difficulties and obstacles", without getting angry, and without falling into the hallucinations caused by these chaotic memories.

In the eyes of others, Meng Qi just had something wrong with his eyes.

The road was very stable, and the puddles on the ground were accurately bypassed!

However, this couldn't be hidden from Mo Li's eyes. After he became suspicious, he secretly paid attention to Meng Qi's reaction, and soon found that Meng Qi was walking completely according to his own footsteps, even the speed and severity were the same.

Mo Li's heart tightened, and he slowed down.

In the past, because of their lightness skills, they didn't even look at the scattered stones, and just passed by with their toes. This is how people in the rivers and lakes rush. Otherwise, it would take a day and a night to find the village in such a wilderness.

As the speed slowed down, the distance between the two became smaller and smaller.

Mo Li reached out his hand naturally, and gave Meng Qi a hand.

The latter shook slightly.

"doctor?"

Mo Li didn't dare to answer, he sounded his pulse quickly, but found no signs of frenzy in his inner breath.

Ahead was an abandoned village with half-destroyed houses that looked dilapidated.

Mo Li quickly found the ancestral hall in the village. The roof here was still intact. Although half of the door was missing, they were not afraid of the cold wind at night.

The ancestral hall is full of dust, and the walls are covered with cobwebs.

With a flick of the ink carp's sleeves, the internal force swept across the ground, clearing a small open space.

The tablets on the ancestral hall are gone, leaving only empty stone seats and a few rusty candlesticks.

Mo Li also found a few intact futons in the shelter behind the stone seat, put them together, and could barely lie down.

During the whole process, Meng Qi was watching Mo Li busy, he didn't know what the doctor was doing, the illusions flashed more and more frequently, many people's faces were piled up together, the woods and towns were also piled up together, it was almost impossible to see what it was up.

Mo Li led Meng Qi to sit down, then put down his bag and dug out the medicinal materials.

"Can't see anything?" Mo Li approached Meng Qi and asked in a low voice.

He observed Meng Qi's eyes carefully, and found that he looked like a nocturnal swimmer. Although his eyes were open, he couldn't see clearly.

Meng Qi didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ink carp accurately.

Mo Li looked down and found that the other party was consciously writing on his palm, proving that he was awake.

My palms were itchy.

To be honest, it is impossible to read the content clearly when writing like this. Simple strokes are good, but a little more will be troublesome.Meng Qi is obviously not the kind of person who can write properly without missing strokes.

Mo Li had no choice but to write on Meng Qi's hand and make gestures by the way.

After stumbling like this for a while, Doctor Mo finally understood Meng Qi's situation.

He couldn't hear, couldn't see, or rather—only saw him.

Dr. Mo's ear pinna was inexplicably hot, and he couldn't care less about it, because he couldn't find it after carefully taking the pulse, so he could only boil the medicine first.

When leaving Yeji, Mo Li took the small crock with him.

Although it takes up space and is a bit heavy, it can be used.

Mo Li didn't go far, and he boiled medicine within Meng Qi's sight, drawing water from the well they went to the village to find together.

The mouth of the well was covered with stones, and the well water didn't have any peculiar smell, but the water was so scarce that it could only support four or five people.

There are no obvious signs of damage in the village, they are all collapsed after a long period of disrepair, and there is nothing useful left in the dilapidated houses. It seems that the village moved out collectively during the war in Yongzhou many years ago. I settled here and gave up because of lack of water.

Mo Li picked up some rotten wood and went back to the ancestral hall to light a fire.

Meng Qi was calm and unruffled, he couldn't see the trouble he was facing from his expression, he didn't even stare at the ink carp anymore, and stared expressionlessly at the phantoms that appeared in front of his eyes with his back straight.

Some he knew, some he had forgotten.

Smelling the gradually permeating fragrance of the medicine, the familiar name flashed across my mind, and the distorted illusion became calm.

As the memories emerged intermittently, he was sure—Meng Qi, who was the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty, actually knew his identity.When passing the Baisha River during the march and battle, he had a disagreement with others, but Li Yuanze didn't adopt his strategy, so he was very angry, slipped out of the tent, ran to a hiding place, changed back to his original body, dug a hole, lay down and slept comfortably Overnight, the anger disappeared.

He doesn't do this often because of the risk of exposure.

The original form of the gerbil is also useless.

In addition to being small and easy to hide, you can occasionally overhear others talking.

——A martial arts master can do this too, without turning into a mouse.

Besides, when he changed back to his original form, he didn't have any special abilities, and he couldn't even protect himself.

Chased by bobcats, bitten by snakes, picked up by weasels, and kicked out by a nest of voles.

Who made this gerbil fat, it looks delicious.

Of course, those blind little things were all taken care of by the fat rat that suddenly turned into a human form. Why is it so interesting to turn into a "giant existence" that they can't compete with?

Meng Qi closed his eyes, as if he had overlooked something important.

Headache, can't remember.

People have parents, and demons should be no exception.

But he doesn't remember these, gerbils are not common in the Central Plains.

The hallucinations and memories do not appear in chronological order, they are scattered, some are important things, and some are like the scenery seen when passing by on horseback.

For a while, I saw heavy snow flying, and for a while, I saw the pond full of Han Ou.

Dwarf trees and wild slopes, river canals and city walls.

Beyond the Great Wall in the north, Qinhuai Restaurant.

He also had friends who seemed to talk about everything, but ended up being strangers after getting drunk.

The smell of medicine became stronger and stronger, and the smell of herbs gradually turned into a kind of astringent that made the root of the tongue bitter.

Meng Qi felt his hand being patted, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the ink carp again.

He squinted his eyes to estimate the position of the earthen jar, and then followed Mo Li's palm to reach it.

It's a little hot, and it feels more bitter when you get closer.

Meng Qi frowned and finished drinking the medicine, the illusion in front of him finally stopped, slowly solidified, and stubbornly refused to disappear, it looked like melted wax.

"How is it now?"

The doctor's voice seemed to come from a long distance away, it was very vague, but at least I could hear it clearly.

"It's not very good. I seem to be recovering my memory. My whole body seems to be stuffed into a huge revolving lantern. I am dazzled and can't tell anything apart."

Meng Qi said slowly, he was very calm and not flustered at all.

"Have a headache?"

"After taking the medicine, it's much better." Meng Qi continued to feel the touch from his wrist, breathing gently.

Before he knew it, he actually felt sleepy.

After Mo Li finished his pulse diagnosis, he found that his patient had fallen asleep sitting on the futon.

"..."

Doctor Mo collected the things lightly, put out the fire, poured out the medicine dregs in the earthen jar, and arranged Meng Qi's clothes - when he changed back to his human form, he dressed too quickly, and he was drowsy again. , Tossing the clothes into a mess.

After finishing, Mo Li stopped his hands and stared at the sleeping person in a daze.

If it weren't for being in a dilapidated ancestral hall, this busy posture would be like Aunt Ge in the pharmacy. Uncle Ge, the accountant in the pharmacy, just fell asleep and didn't want to care about household chores, although every time he lay down he had to He was kicked up by Mrs. Ge and ordered to turn around.

Doctor Mo thought about it, and felt that he should not bother with patients anymore.

He chose a position outside, looking to block the leaking wind, and then closed his eyes and began to rest.

——Lie down and sleep where there is a bed, and adjust breath and meditate where there is no bed.

In the dead of night, after the ink carp's inner breath circulated for twelve weeks, the consciousness gradually sank into the dantian, and the spiritual energy traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians, and the cycle went back and forth.

Immediately afterwards, part of the spiritual energy overflowed inexplicably, leading to Meng Qi beside him.

Originally, the ink carp would wake up when the sky was bright, but at noon, he still didn't move.

Some wild dogs wandered around the village. They didn't enter the ancestral hall, but came here because they smelled the smell of medicine. After looking around, they faintly felt that there was something inside, which made them afraid.

The wild dog ran away with its tail between its legs, without even looking back.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, night shrouds the abandoned village again.

It was very quiet all around, even Ye Xiao's howling disappeared that night, only the howling cold wind remained.

Around the second watch, a group of people appeared on the hillside in the distance. They complained to each other that they missed Sutou. Suddenly they saw a village in front of them and hurried forward.

"There's no one here!"

"Okay, at least it can shelter you from the wind and rain, and find a house with a roof... Wait, this is the one."

The noise woke Mo Li up, he opened his eyes, and soon realized that someone was coming.

He turned to look at Meng Qi, only to find that he was gone.

Mo Li was startled, but fortunately he had good eyesight, and soon found the clothes spread on the futon.

——Meng Qi didn't have the sickness of taking off his clothes and going out to wander around in the middle of the night, so naturally he became a fat rat again.

Mo Li picked up his clothes, and as soon as he touched the soft and chubby gerbil, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. Fat Rat stuffed it into his arms.

"Hey, is there anyone here?"

Mo Li's clothes and hair were neat, and he didn't look like a ghost, but he couldn't scare those people.

"This... come first, first come, but this ancestral hall is very big, can my brothers come in and take shelter from the wind?" The man holding the torch looked mature and dignified, and he spoke very politely, but the people behind him Is very impatient.

"Brother, this ancestral hall does not belong to his family, and there is no such thing as "first come, first served..."

When the speaker raised his head and saw Mo Li's face, his voice became hoarse.

"Looks like a scholar, no wonder the eldest brother is so polite..."

The visitor muttered for a while, then asked again, and saw the ink carp nodding, and then filed in.

The ink carp turned its body sideways, facing the wall directly, resting its jaw on its hands as if dozing off, but in fact it was covering the small bulge in its chest.