Time-traveling Famous Doctors Are Hard to Find

The girder is so big, I want to go out for a walk.Song Mingzhe bit the end of the pen with his teeth, and wrote such sentences in his bound book.If possible, it is also a great merit to record the customs and customs that you have seen and compile them into a booklet.

Song Mingzhe stepped across the cold stream with his trousers on his heels, and explored the way through the woods with thick and long branches in front of him. When the soles of his cloth shoes were worn out, he tied a straw rope and continued walking. He wiped the sweat from his face and sat down with the porters. Chatting about the price of salt in the shade of a tree, his heart is at peace.

Maybe it's because the influence of the previous life hasn't receded yet, Song Mingzhe made a few small jokes.At the foot of Yujing Mountain, Song Mingzhe heard that there was a historical site of the Chunyang School on the mountain, and Song Mingzhe wanted to go up to see it. His first reaction was to circle around a few times to find the ticket office like a headless fly.Several older girls and daughters-in-law nearby saw it, and they all covered their mouths together and couldn't stop laughing, which made Song Mingzhe blush.

Before going up the mountain, Song Mingzhe was ambitious and wanted to be the first to climb to the top. He didn't think about the rugged mountain road and the narrow stone stairs. Song Mingzhe lost his breath after walking for a while.Leaning his back on the old locust tree beside the mountain road to breathe, the fat man with the tiger tattoo on his face was actually agile, and he walked vigorously, surpassing Song Mingzhe in two or three strokes.

When a man hates himself for not doing well, this truth is true in any time and space.

Song Mingzhe frowned Liu Ye, we are also men with beautiful tattoos, so we simply took off our coats and looked at the unicorn treading the wind!Although sweating profusely, he managed to climb up the mountain anyway, Song Mingzhe thought about calling a few words about the mountain, a civilized visit here, calling the mother of the motherland is not appropriate, Song Mingzhe thought about it.

"Daliang, my nanny!" The voice echoed far and near, laughing at a mountain of people.

Finally, after laughing, the kind-hearted aunt who climbed the same mountain felt her conscience and gave Song Mingzhe a few pointers, "Young man, save some strength. This is only halfway up the mountain, and there are still many dirt roads on it."

Song Mingzhe turned around and saw that in an inconspicuous place, a dirt road stepped by tens of thousands of people turned upwards with no end in sight.His eyes were dark and he almost couldn't hold back his anger. Do you know why the Chunyang faction has declined and you haven't built roads!If you want to get rich, build roads first!

Song Mingzhe wiped away the man's tears from his eyes, and headed towards the top of the mountain at a snail's speed, thinking very much about the cable car in his previous life.Fortunately, although the mountain road is difficult, there are dense bamboo forests on both sides, and there is no suffering from the scorching sun.Listening to the old man who climbed the mountain every day, stroking his beard and saying, when the Chunyang School was at its peak, you could see little Taoist boys going up and down the mountain every day, carrying water and relying on inner family qi to protect the body, rushing to the top of the mountain in one breath , Yishuier blue clothes, very seductive.

Everyone stopped on the mountain road, showing awe in their eyes. "This Yujing Mountain, only the Chunyang School can hold it down. Does Meng Weima know that he can draw thousands of pictures of ladies, and on the day of Qixi Festival, all the beauties in the pictures of ladies will become immortals, and they will hang out with lanterns. Walking among the mountains, it illuminates a mountain!" The old man became more and more complacent as he spoke, spit flying all over the place, and everyone dispersed after hearing a burst of laughter.

The beauties in the paintings come out alive, such stories are only found in ghost novels.Except for a child licking a candy man who was very interested, only Song Mingzhe listened seriously.

The last time I put myself in the painting was a crazy Taoist. I heard that there is such a story in the painting of ladies. I really have to climb this mountain.Song Mingzhe regretted that he hadn't asked about the origin of the mad Taoist master's family, and thought that maybe Duanwang's mansion, which had been operating in the capital for many years, had already been found out.

Every time Song Mingzhe thought of Xiao Yuchun, he felt guilty for a while, and he left without saying goodbye, wondering if he was angry with him, if not, did he easily forget himself after a while when he had a new love.

Song Mingzhe exhaled lightly, forget it, it's useless to think about it, some people don't want to see it, but they miss it when they don't see it.He touched the broken jade fan bone next to him, as if the person was still by his side.With a smile on his lips, he leaned over to the old man who said Gu, wanting to find out more about Chunyang's past. The mountain road was long, and he finally climbed to the top of the mountain in the afternoon.

The former main hall of Chunyang, although it has been in disrepair for a long time, can see the majesty and glory of the past.Nowadays, there are only a few old Taoists with gray hair and two fleshy Taoist boys, living on simple rituals and charity from everyone.

Song Mingzhe stops where he is, or you don't hesitate to expose the fact that he has climbed the mountain and turned into a useless person.A few silver coins made Dao Tong laugh into a small bun with [-] pleats, Song Mingzhe was welcomed to the guest room, and a cup of fragrant tea brought him back to life on the spot.

Although the taste of the tea is not strong enough, the water is excellent, and the spring water of Yujing Mountain really lives up to its reputation.Song Mingzhe looked at the furnishings of the guest room, the calligraphy and paintings seemed to be the authentic works of Meng Zhenren, but they were all landscapes, and there were no ladies.

Pulling Daotong over and asking where the ladies are, Daotong pointed to the foot of the mountain, "Master's painting was for the livelihood of the people on the mountain, so all the ones that could be sold for money were sold out, and they scattered into the homes of ordinary people."

Song Mingzhe has a black line, oh, things like legends are still in the legend stage.Song Mingzhe took a closer look, and the landscape was like a scene somewhere in the mountains, with a solitary tomb in a grass hut, and a peach tree beside the tomb.

Song Mingzhe seemed to have discovered a new world. The three-piece tea set in his hand was rattling and rattling in excitement, and Xiaodao's heart was jumping with fear.

"This, where is this place!"

"Let's go to the back mountain. The road there is not easy to walk. If you want to see it, you should go there tomorrow." Daotong hesitated, and then added, "It is said that there are mountain ghosts haunting there. Hit my hand."

"..." Song Mingzhe squared the black line, just playing with his hands, so he could pass the level so easily?

Having said that, Song Mingzhe, who had eaten a tasteless vegetarian dish, took advantage of the night to wander around the building to cool off.The air on the mountain is really good, and it is much cooler in summer than at the bottom of the mountain.

The night in the mountains is quiet, only the sound of insects from far and near, Song Mingzhe walked to the training platform in front of the mountain.The stone platform that used to accommodate hundreds of people is now empty, and the broken stone slabs are kicked far away, making a crisp sound.Perhaps it was his sixth sense that had been dormant for many years, Song Mingzhe suddenly felt a pair of green eyes staring at him behind him.

Song Mingzhe showed a sarcastic smile, rolled on the spot, rolled sideways, the rabbit kicked the eagle, and the last chic defensive action was perfect.With both defense and attack, and the beauty of gymnastics, Song Mingzhe almost wanted to pat himself on the shoulder and praise himself, brother is awesome!

The expected attack did not come, Song Mingzhe was almost depressed, patted the dust off his body, stood up and took a closer look, those two green eyes suddenly rushed towards him, split into many, like a sky full of stars.It turned out to be fireflies. Song Mingzhe squatted on the ground, watching the swarms of fireflies flying.

With the faint moonlight, he licked the nib of the pen, and wrote on the booklet with his left hand, "Yujing Mountain, climbing the mountain is very tiring, the scenery on the mountain is beautiful, and it has the aura to be the top of the mountain. The fireflies at night are simply amazing. Next time I want to come with you."

Song Mingzhe, who was humming a song and wanted to walk back to the room, was attacked by a big mosquito with flowery legs on the way. There were swarms of big mosquitoes in the mountains, buzzing, and their power was no less than that of a bomber, whistling from the sky, biting Song Mingzhe, who was full of hair, ran away with his head in his arms.

Back in the wing room, Song Mingzhe, who was covered in sweat, added a few words bitterly, "There are many giant mosquitoes in the mountains, and their noise is like thunder. Remember to bring more insect repellent herbs, otherwise your head will be full of bags like the Tathagata of the Western Paradise."

In the early morning of the next day, Song Mingzhe, who had drunk two cups of strong tea, asked the old Taoist, and went to the back of the mountain along a narrow path by the side of the mountain.It is said that there is nothing wrong with small belly and chicken intestines. The wooden plank road has been exposed to wind and rain for many years, and many people have decayed.At first, Song Mingzhe clutched his little heart and trembled a step, and screamed twice when his feet were unsteady, then he thought that he was the only one here, who would show his weakness.So he plucked up the courage to sing a song to himself, sister, you walked forward boldly, and seeing walking steps, you actually walked to the back mountain just like that.

The back mountain is really a bamboo fence and a low wall, but now weeds are overgrown, and no one has taken care of it for many years.Song Mingzhe walked through the faintly visible stone road, but most of the thatched hut had collapsed. Looking through the half-closed door, the tables, chairs and furniture were still the same as before.Song Mingzhe backed out, and looked at the peach blossom tree next to the thatched hut.

There is a solitary tomb, the writing on the stele looks like a sword is soaring to the sky, but the content is lingering with the words "Tomb of Beloved Wife Yan Jiushuang". Song Mingzhe caressed the tombstone, as if through the ruthless years, he touched the love between husband and wife. deep.

Song Mingzhe circled around the peach tree where Fangfei had died out a few times, and found two faintly recognizable names engraved behind a half-shedded bark, Huo Yunyuan and Yan Jiushuang will be together forever.Among them, the name of the latter is the name of the woman on the tombstone. Song Mingzhe rubbed the back of his head in a daze. Shao Wenyuan told himself that Meng Hanjiang, a generation of swordsmen, realized the Penglai swordsmanship in the back mountain. His son Meng is the birth mother of Ma. It seems that the surname is Yan, and the smell of old vinegar can be smelled after a hundred years.

Talking about the unknown gossip and anecdote after Yujing Mountain, Song Mingzhe silently raised a topic in his heart, thinking that it is a popular topic that can be popular in teahouses and taverns for several months now.

Song Mingzhe crushed the bark in his hand, and was about to jump off the soil slope where the peach tree was, when a gust of cold wind hit his ears, making him feel alert, air conditioner?

Turning around to look for it, it turned out to be a faint cave hidden behind the rocks.Song Mingzhe pulled away the thorny grass, took out the fire bag that he carried with him, lit the dry branches that he could find at hand, and threw a stone into it tentatively, and the stone fell into the depths.

There was no other movement in the cave, and Song Mingzhe swallowed. Generally, in this kind of hidden place, there will be some wonderful books on martial arts and some treasures, right?He summoned up the few courage to walk inside holding the torch, but he didn't find the little stone he just threw out, and was thrown out along the same path.

The further you go in, the smoother the wall becomes, and human-shaped patterns begin to appear on the wall. Song Mingzhe is overjoyed, martial arts cheats.A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and something with white fur appeared beside him at an astonishing speed.

Song Mingzhe was terrified, but his body had no time to react. A sword with a cold light was already lying across Song Mingzhe's neck.

If it was Song Mingzhe who had not been trained by Lu Xin, he would probably squat down immediately with his head in his arms, shouting, "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it." But today's Song Mingzhe is different from the past. He just frowned slightly, and asked in a soft voice, "You what do you want?"

The person on the opposite side, let's call it a human, has silver hair reaching shoulders, "it" raised its head, it is a man with a heroic style between his brows, two cold eyes shooting cold stars, very young, Song Mingzhe's hair is standing on end, The heart was beating extremely fast, and there seemed to be an invisible big hand twisting vigorously in the stomach.

"It's because that little bastard called you over, huh?" He said to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe reacted for a moment before realizing that the little bastard he was talking about was real Meng Weima.Enemies are still relatives, so we can only gamble. Song Mingzhe closed his eyes and was about to say something when he suddenly realized that Meng Zhenren had been immortal for more than a hundred years.

"You, have you been cultivating for too long? Daoist Meng already became an immortal more than a hundred years ago. Do you remember the wrong date?"

Song Mingzhe saw the puzzled look of the white-haired man, so he quickly added firewood and fire, "This year has been the 16th year of Shengping, when were you born?"

Song Mingzhe's eyes blurred, before he could clearly see how the white-haired man moved, he had already put away the sword in his hand, and sat at the end of the stone room, "Has it been so long?"

"Impossible, I just saw that little bastard yesterday! How could he trap me with his ladies!"

Song Mingzhe saw that the other person's eyes were suddenly crazy and suddenly sober. He was obviously a lunatic. He gave up the plan to communicate, squatted down, grabbed a stone and threw it towards the opposite direction of Shimen, and turned around and ran at the same time.

Almost instantly, Song Mingzhe heard the crisp sound of the stone being split, and the wind was blowing under Song Mingzhe's feet. Facts have proved that in times of crisis, everyone's potential is unlimited.

On the way to a cup of tea, Song Mingzhe ran to the door in two or three steps, scrambling and running out of the cave, but the other party didn't chase him.Song Mingzhe turned his head, just now at the entrance of the cave, the word Jiufeng Dongbin, Song Mingzhe was panting like a cow, his legs lost strength, and he collapsed on the spot.If the old lunatic in this cave is really of the same age as Meng Zhenren, then his lifespan and the secret of longevity will become secrets that the officials are willing to spare no effort to explore.

That night, a line of words appeared in Song Mingzhe's small notebook, "On the [-]th, I met an immortal in the cave behind Yujing Mountain. He said that he was a friend of Zhenren Meng. He lived in the mountain for a long time. With white hair and a childlike face, the voice and appearance of the old days will not change."

"Such a big monster, I don't know who is stronger, you or him."

Song Mingzhe was very bored, he ate a whole pot of apricots sent by Daotong, saved up a handful of apricot cores, and rushed to Bingxin Lake to fetch water for fun.Two times and three times, a huge apricot flying very far, hit something and made a thud.Song Mingzhe assumed the pose of a monkey looking at the moon, wanting to see what happened, but the person standing in front of him had a pale face and ran wildly.

Behind the crowd, Hu Fengqun, who looked like dark clouds, formed a palm shape and slashed towards the crowd.Song Mingzhe, who had caused such trouble, of course took the lead and ran fast, deeply hating that his two legs were not as agile as the four horse legs of Chasing Wind.

The people who were still playing in the mountains that day, everyone hung a lottery and never left empty. Their eyes were swollen like Sailor Moon, their noses grew like Pinocchio's, their ears were round and hung down to their shoulders. Looking at the lucky ones, the old man salivated. I apologize to everyone, Hu Feng, who was domesticated by the Chunyang School more than a hundred years ago, no one knows this skill now.After saying that, he offered Hu Feng's nectar with both hands, and the cloud can be applied to the wound to heal it.

Song Mingzhe's hands were swollen like steamed buns. Under the light, he couldn't stop blowing. Suddenly, he became playful and added a leisurely note to his travel notes.

Pen, "You can float in the water on Bingxin Lake, and the person who throws it the farthest will get a surprise."

Later, Xiao Yuchun took Song Mingzhe's travel notes and explored all the way, climbed Yujing Mountain, saw the thunderous mosquitoes at night, and found groups of fireflies scattered at night.Xiao Yuchun and his party found the cave mentioned in the travel notes in the back mountain. A group of people went in with torches. The stone room was filled with sword moves and traces of sword edges, but there was no white-haired fairy. They saw an old clothes on the stone bed, a blue The sharp sword is just a few peach pits.Everyone said that this is the Sword Immortal who lost his body and returned to the fairyland after many calamities.

Xiao Yuchun stood out, threw a handful of stones the farthest, and it hit the depths of Bingxin Lake. The history is of course similar, but some people said that Xiao Yuchun, who was full of hair, laughed all night in the wing room.