Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Names seem to have some kind of indescribable magic power.

Once I know the other person's name and surname, the indifference attitude that has nothing to do with me will quietly fade away in the idea of ​​"I know this person", and become the awareness that I need to assume certain obligations.

Lin Gongru later thought that if Xin Wu had never told him his name, and he had just quietly left the hut and died in the valley, it would have been a better ending for both of them.

However, no one can predict the world's affairs clearly, even Yan Jun, who is in charge of the life and death of the Ten Palaces.

"Your name is Xin Wu, and your name sounds nice."

"Why are you living alone in this valley?"

"Did you catch this monkey or was it abandoned by the mother monkey?"

"Your medical skills are so superb, if you go out to practice medicine, you will be famous all over the world in just a few months."

Lin Gongru recovered from his serious injury, and added a new injury.Xin Wu forbade him to go out again, and he lay on the bed all day, bored, looking for every opportunity to talk to the only human in the room.

But even after knowing his last name, the doctor still ignored him most of the time.In addition to pouring wound medicine on him every day, and going out to pick herbs and fruits, the daily pace of life is not chaotic at all.

Although Lin Gongru has repeatedly emphasized that it is a waste of money to feed so many wound healing medicines, instead of wasting rare medicines on dying people,—"It's better to chat with me for a while before I die, so that I can come here again Once in a lifetime."

Xin Wu, who was washing the medicinal materials, paused slightly when he heard the words.

He said: "You want to die is your freedom, I don't want you to die is my /self//freedom. I have never really experimented with how the Resurrection Pill will torture a person in the last few days, and I have seen it from you It's okay."

Lin Gongru put his hands under his head and said with a smile: "You don't have to scare me, I won't take your antidote//drug//. happy."

He turned over and turned his face towards the doctor in black who was sitting by the table, his peach blossom eyes sparkled because he thought of someone: "Hey, let me tell you, you stay in this valley with no desires, you must You've never tasted what it's like to love someone."

Xin Wu frowned, and an imperceptible disgust flashed by the corner of his eyes, which was quickly suppressed by him.

He said coldly: "Love? To put it nicely, it's just a humble desire."

"What is the desire to be humble..." He choked for a moment, and Lin Gongru almost jumped up from the bed. Dirty things about light. Why are you so rigid in your thinking?"

Xin Wu looked at him and said flatly, "You loved before."

The man laughed out loud, but his expression suddenly darkened, and his enthusiasm for speaking suddenly slackened by half.

He said to himself, "It would have been better if it hadn't."

"..." Xin Wu waited for him to continue, but Lin Gongru shrank back into the bed and remained silent like a gourd with its mouth sawn.

In fact, he vaguely guessed what kind of person's name was hidden in Lin Gongru's unspoken words.

Ye Mingjue.

When I met Lin Gongru for the first time, the man was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and that was the name he called when he grabbed his wrist.

The high fever lasted all night, and the one who struggled and murmured in the dream was also the same name.

Ye-Ming-jue.

Catchy, cadenced, sounds like a child from a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't know if it's a man or a woman, but it's enough to leave a deep enough mark in the heart of this guy who wants to die.

Since he likes this person so much, or in his words, "loves" this person, why doesn't he go looking for him, instead, he would rather stay trapped in this valley, looking at each other like an old man all day long?

The only reason could only be that that person could never be found again.

Or, simply dead.

This kind of thought made Doctor Mo Yi feel a little confused.

When his eyes touched Lin Gongru's indifferent expression lying on the bed, this chaotic emotion spread more and more endlessly, and he didn't know when the herbs in his hands were ground.

It was the squawking sound of Baiji striata that pulled him out of his inexplicable thoughts. The doctor looked down and saw that the good herbal medicine had been ground into powder, and it was impossible to store it.

He sighed slightly, collected the powder, put it in a small plate, and took a few other trees casually.

Baiji suddenly yelled a few more times, his hair stood on end, he pushed open the door and rushed out.

"Bletilla striata?"

Xin Wu stood up in confusion, looked outside through the window, and immediately understood why the bletilla striata was abnormal.

He pondered for a moment, walked to the bed and took off the white curtain, covering Lin Gongru.

Lin Gongru, who was tightly shut in the white tent, said, "What are you doing..."

"Hush..." The doctor lowered his voice, "Be honest, don't move, don't make a sound."

Under the stunned gaze of the man, he turned around and walked out the door, closing the door behind him.

The bletilla striata was squatting about eight zhang away from the thatched hut. Not far in front of the little monkey, a young man dressed in ink, which was quite similar to him, was walking towards this side from the dense forest.

The young man has delicate features, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a dark green gourd hanging around his waist, the moment he saw him, he cried out in surprise:

"Brother!"

Regardless of the grinning and hostile little monkey in front of him, he happily ran towards Xin Wu: "Senior brother, I finally found you, you made it hard for us to find you!"

"..." Xin Wu took a few steps away calmly, keeping a close distance from the young man who was running towards him.

The young man ignored his indifference, and continued to speak enthusiastically: "Brother, you really are, why did you leave us without saying a word? Do you know how much Master is worried about you? His old man chanted your name in the sect all day long, saying that Xin Wu must I was angry with him, that's why I ran away from us far away, and haven't heard from us for several years—Senior brother, why did you hide so far away, without even telling Little Gou'er?"

He blah blah blah blah blah blah, Xin Wu listened with a blank expression, without saying a word.

The young man stretched out his head to look behind him, and stuck out his tongue: "Brother, do you live here? No, no, this place is so simple, if Master knows, it will be so heartbreaking!"

"...What did you come here for?" Xin Wu finally opened his mouth, and at the same time swayed his body to stop the boy in front of him, preventing him from approaching the thatched cottage.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Xiao Gou'er misses Senior Brother Xin Wu! Besides, not only Xiao Gou'er, but also other senior brothers, especially Master, miss Senior Brother Xin Wu so much!!"

He took one master at a time, completely oblivious to his brother's face, it was so ugly that it could almost be turned into carbon.

The young man said expectantly: "Senior Brother, we were all sent out by Master to look for you, and we were not allowed to go back if we couldn't find you. Shall Senior Brother and Xiao Gouer go back to the door?"

"I have different ideas from him, and going back will only add to the dispute."

"But Master has always placed high hopes on Senior Brother Xin Wu!"

The doctor said coldly: "Your aptitude is also good, and your achievements in the future will definitely be higher than mine."

The boy named Xiao Gou'er encountered a few setbacks in a row, but he still didn't give up: "Senior brother, you can't say that, you know that the master has always liked you the most..."

Xin Wu's face darkened, and the nausea surging in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and the acerbic words rolled on the tip of his tongue, almost gushing out.

Fortunately, the young man finally realized that his senior brother's expression was wrong, so he quickly stopped the conversation, and said in a different tone: "Senior brother Xin Wu, although master and you have different ideas on the way of curing diseases and saving lives, they are still for the same purpose of "hanging the pot to help the world; even if you disagree Master's method, it's not good to ignore the master just like that—"

His senior brother interrupted him sharply: "Using living people to make alchemy, this method is also worthy of the name of hanging pot to help the world?"

The young man muttered: "Yes, but those are the living dead, and there is only one breath left..."

Xin Wu sneered: "Only one breath left means that there is still room for recovery; taking the living people who may still be alive to experiment with elixirs, and listening to the miserable howls of the living people before they die, it is so utterly devoid of conscience. Even if the elixir can save the life of a rich man, wouldn't it be dirty and bloody?"

"Brother..."

"You don't have to say anymore, I won't go back. You tell other people, don't come looking for me again, show me the person in the door next time, don't blame me for not remembering the old love!"

The last word fell, and on the ground in front of the young man, a row of long silver needles appeared neatly, piercing deeply into the ground in front of his eyes, with a clear intent to kill.The boy was about to step up, but he was scared by the row of silver needles and retracted his feet.

The bletilla striata was on the side, baring its teeth and waving its claws to make a threatening sound, holding a stone with both claws, looking eager to throw it at someone.

The young man didn't give up, and begged bitterly: "Senior brother, if you have anything to say, we can talk slowly, don't be so heartless, don't you even think of a trace of fellowship—"

Xin Wu was about to leave in a huff, but after hearing this sentence, she turned around abruptly, with a half-smile on her lips.

He said: "For your fellowship, brother will give you one last warning. Leave that person and find a place where no one can find it. The farther the better, the deeper the better."

He glanced at the young man with a dazed face, his delicate and beautiful eyes, his handsome and clear facial features, he was at the age when he was as attractive as spring flowers in March.

The palms hidden in the cuffs trembled slightly, and even his figure was a little unstable.Taking a deep breath, he calmed down his restless emotions, and left the boy who was still trying to keep him without looking back.

The boy named Xiao Gou'er hesitated outside the house for a long time, but finally gave up and went back the same way he came.

Xin Wu stood by the window, watching the boy's figure disappear all the time, but the turbulent waves stirred up in his heart by those old things could not be calmed down for a long time.Lin Gongru came behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Is that boy outside the house your relative or friend?"

The man suddenly opened his mouth, and the breath and heat that was so close at hand made Xin Wu's heart beat violently.As soon as the silver needle was in his hand, he was about to poke at the big hole on the man's waist.

Lin Gongru was also taken aback, and jumped back two steps alive.Xin Wu saw clearly that it was him, the silver needle that flew out of his finger missed a few inches, and nailed into the wooden board behind the man, poking a few big holes.

Lin Gongru's expression seemed to be a toothache: "...your vigilance always makes me think that I am a thief who raped a woman from a decent family."

Doctor Moyi breathed slightly, and said coldly: "I don't want to die so soon, it's best not to touch it suddenly."

Lin Gongru smiled and said: "Look at his expression, he cares for you very much. It's so boring to live alone in the deep mountains and wild valleys, why don't you go back with him?"

Xin Wu's tone suddenly became irritable: "Since you only have a few days left to live, don't worry about other people's affairs!!!"

He pushed the person hard, sat down at the table by himself, and picked up the medicinal materials he had thrown down earlier.

However, he couldn't concentrate no matter what, his thoughts returned uncontrollably to those vague and fragmented memory fragments, and his body trembled slightly imperceptibly.