frost cursive

Jiuxing Mountain is a well-known doctor's mountain, and in addition to the beautiful scenery, many elderly people from rich and noble families build manors under Jiuxing Mountain to provide for the elderly.

And the doctors at the foot of Jiuxing Mountain are all written by the owner of Plum Blossom Garden on the side of Jiuxing Mountain.

Plum Blossom Garden is a well-known hidden sect in Jianghu.

To put it bluntly, Meihuayuan has never participated in disputes between the rivers and lakes. It only accepts some abandoned babies or orphans on the side of the road to be raised, and then selects the top children as closed disciples.

Speaking of being famous, the disciples trained by the owner of the garden are rare masters who have rejuvenated and have profound skills. If you want to ask the owner of the garden to go out to treat diseases, the consultation fee is even more expensive, and speaking of the most famous plum garden, It is probably the "Frost Cursive Script" that has been passed down from generation to generation since the founding of the sect.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes: Frostgrass is born with yin and cold, has a poisonous nature, and has no medicine to cure it.The "Frost Grass Book" stated the method of planting frost grass, and it has always been a treasure that the Poison Sect has been thinking about.

Heavy snow covered Jiuxing Mountain, Mu Yimo was wrapped in a robe, reading a book by the window.

"It's really a rare visitor." Mu Yimo looked at Yuan Shu outside the window and smiled lukewarmly.

Yuan Shu held a young man in his arms, with his eyes closed tightly, his thin lips without a trace of blood, and he leaned softly against Yuan Shu's chest, as if he was about to die in the next moment.

"Master Yuan, save this child." Yuan Shu looked at Mu Yimo in a low voice, in a trance, Mu Yimo remembered the person he liked that his senior brother told him when he was drunk that night, and joked that if one day he Go, take care of him for him.

Why did you become a monk?

Thinking this way, Mu Yimo didn't ask, and looked at the young man in his arms, and with just one glance, Mu Yimo knew that this young man was really hard to save.

"Help." Mu Yimo simply said a word, Yuan Shu didn't expect it to be so easy, and looked at him in disbelief.

Mu Yimo signaled his first apprentice, Mu Siqian, to resettle the young man, turned his head to meet Yuan Shu's eyes, and said with a smile, "I'm just fulfilling my brother's last wish."

Yuan Shu clasped his hands together, and when he heard the word "last wish", his fingers trembled involuntarily, but he didn't speak. Seeing the young man being carried into the house by Mu Siqian, he felt relieved and turned to leave.

"Senior brother's tomb is in the southeast, if you have time...go and accompany him." Mu Yimo lowered her hands and looked at Yuan Shu silently.

"The poor monk has already become a monk, so he doesn't care about the world of mortals."

Mu Yimo laughed alienatedly, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Half a month ago, after Mu Yiyan came back, he kept shutting himself in the room drinking, drunk all day, and occasionally when he got drunk, he kept apologizing. Mu Yimo asked him, but he kept shaking his head, what did you say? Don't say anything.

On the fifth day, Mu Yiyan didn't drink anymore. That day he changed into wine-smelling clothes, tied up his messy hair, held a jug of wine and a handful of paper money, and said that he hadn't seen the master for a long time, and went to the grave Reminiscing with the master.

Mu Yimo felt faintly uneasy.

Before the sunset, Mu Yimo saw Mu Yiyan lying quietly in the grave he dug for himself not far from his master's grave, with a look of relief on his face.

Mu Yiyan only left one letter.

Said that he was guilty of serious crimes, and voluntarily took the frost grass to apologize for his sins, instead of sending himself away, let himself die without a name.

That's why Mu Yimo didn't send him off, but asked his two apprentices, Mu Siqian and Mu Sixue, to bury his senior brother without even engraving a tombstone.

Mu Yimo looked at the young man lying on the bed, the young man had delicate features, he seemed to be a frail scholar or something, but he had internal strength to protect his body.

"The injury is really serious." Mu Yimo checked the boy's injury and said to himself.

"But it's really pretty." Mu Yimo laughed, and healed the boy slowly.

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