medicine stone without medicine

Mortal.

In the evening, the streets of the town are crowded with people, and the fire clouds hang in the sky, dyeing the sky and the earth with a color like fire.

The end of the year is approaching, and red lanterns are hung around the town, looking beaming.

Qi Huan gnawed on candied haws, took a tiger-head hat casually, paid for it, and put it on his head. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and said:

"This year Qingyang Mountain should also have activities to celebrate the New Year, right? It seems that another ten years have passed."

People who practice Taoism have a much longer life expectancy than ordinary people. In the mortal world, the annual Spring Festival, in Qingyang Mountain, becomes once every ten years.

Although the sect of cultivating immortals is far away from the mortal world, there must be some fireworks that should be there.

Recalling the last New Year, Qi was happy:

"Did Elder Wuyan perform fire-breathing in front of everyone last time? I laughed so hard, what do you think he will come up with to entertain us this year?"

Qi Huan asked this question, but there was no reply for a long time.

He came back to his senses, looked at Qin Dongyi, and found that this person was carefully selecting something in front of the bookstall.

"What do you choose? Bring a picture book to Shisan again?"

"Ah."

Qin Dongyi picked up a book, flipped through two pages, and put it down again.

Qi also picked it up and looked at it himself, and asked:

"It's not very well drawn, why don't you want this one?"

Qin Dongyi didn't raise his eyes:

"I bought it last time, he has it."

"Do you remember this?"

Qi was a little surprised.

"En." Qin Dongyi responded.

Seeing this, the owner of the bookstall knew that the business was coming, so he hurriedly took out several books from the big bookcase behind him and placed them in front of Qin Dongyi:

"My lord, look at these. These are the latest new products. They are all new works by famous painters in Chang'an. I guarantee you haven't seen them."

Qin Dongyi nodded, flipped through a few pages of each book, and finally put them all into the storage ring.

After paying the money, he got up and left from the bookstall, looking like he was going in the direction of the city gate.

Seeing this, Qi also called out:

"Hey, Xiaojiu, this task has been so long, let's play in the city for two more days, and there are so many things to do when we go back, we are so busy that we are bored to death."

As he said that, Qi Huan picked up another book from the bookstall.

He turned a page, but then opened his eyes slightly.

There are words and paintings in this thing, and most of the paintings are entangled villains in various poses, which are very fragrant.

At that moment, Qin Dongyi replied:

"You play by yourself."

"Don't think I don't know, you just miss Thirteen. Come back, you wait for me."

But having said that, Qi Huan didn't get up from the bookstall quickly.

He closed the book in his hand, and for some reason he thought of something, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Afterwards, he gave enough copper coins to the boss, put the book in the storage ring casually, and then caught up with Qin Dongyi.

Their experience this time is far away and the task is heavy. There is a big monster occupying a piece of water here. Although the big monster is not high in cultivation, he is very annoying.It took nearly two months for the two of them to settle the matter.By the time I really rushed back to Qingyang Mountain, it was already New Year's Eve.

It was afternoon when they arrived, and they saw the gate of Qingyang Mountain from a distance, but they didn't see the person who usually waited at the gate.

The disciples who go out to practice in Qingyang Mountain will send a letter to the master's gate when they return. In the past, Thirteen will always count a good day and wait for them at the gate of the mountain to welcome them on the day they should return.

It's like this every time, but today I don't see anyone.

Qi also laughed twice:

"What a little thirteen, he only knows how to play during the Chinese New Year, and even forgets that his two good senior brothers are back."

Thirteen is a teenager who is not as good as the weak crown, it is normal to be playful, and there is no rule that Thirteen must come to welcome them.This time I was absent once, and the two of them didn't care.

Today's New Year's Eve, Qingyang Mountain also imitated the mortal world and decorated the top of the mountain. Many red lanterns were hung on the treetops, looking at it with a happy atmosphere.

When the two arrived, Wu Yan was being ordered by Lian Yao to paste couplets on the door of the meeting hall.

Qin Dongyi and Qi Huan went forward to say hello to their respective masters. Seeing that his beloved disciple had returned, Wu Yan cheerfully asked a few homely words, so happy that his beard would stand up:

"I was afraid that the two of you would not be able to make it to New Year's Eve. It so happens that your brothers and sisters are all here today. Let's get together to celebrate the New Year."

Qin Dongyi nodded.

At this time, the disciples of the inner sect were sweeping and arranging the courtyard outside the meeting hall. Qin Dongyi subconsciously looked for someone, but he couldn't find it after looking around for a long time.

Qin Dongyi slightly raised his eyebrows, and simply asked Wu Yan directly:

"Master, where are the 13 people?"

Hearing this name, not only Wu Yan, but also the other inner disciples around cast strange glances at this side.

Qin Dongyi had some bad premonition in his heart.

But Wu Yan got angry when he mentioned this, his expression collapsed, and he waved his hand:

"Ask that kid why, he's in confinement!"

Both Qin Dongyi and Qi Huan were taken aback.

After that, Qin Dongyi asked a lot of people again before asking about the situation.

He didn't care about New Year's Eve, Ren Wuyan persuaded and scolded him but didn't turn around, and went to Shisan's residence by himself.

It was dark when he arrived.

Shisan's small wooden house was hidden in the night, and the lights were not lit, so it was pitch black from the outside.

Qin Dongyi walked over and knocked on the door.

The room was silent for a long time before a hoarse voice came out:

"Don't waste my time. I said, it's impossible as long as I live, get out."

Hearing this, Qin Dongyi frowned slightly.

He curled up his fingers, was silent for a moment, and only said:

"it's me."

Hearing his voice, the people in the room seemed to be stunned.

Afterwards, his tone was a little flustered, maybe joyful, and even his tone trembled a little:

"Senior brother, can you come in by yourself, I...it's not convenient."

Qin Dongyi pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was dimly lit, and he couldn't see clearly. He could only see a person curled up on the wooden chair in the room.

The man didn't dress properly, his clothes were tied indiscriminately, his belt was not tied, and his long hair was scattered around his body.

As for why he said he was inconvenient, it was because his ankles were in shackles, and heavy chains hung on the ground.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and his face was also very pale, with a thick bruise under his eyes.

Seeing Shisan like this, Qin Dongyi only felt a slight pain in his heart.

He heard from those people that Shisan had a conflict with Chong Hua, the two fought fiercely, Shisan had the idea of ​​killing his teacher, and said a lot of nasty things madly.

Many people witnessed that scene with their own eyes, and described to Qin Dongyi what Shisan looked like at that time, saying how vile and scary he was.

But Qin Dongyi never fully believed.

He didn't have much interaction with Chonghua, and he didn't know Chonghua's personality, but he knew that Shisan was not the kind of person who would do that kind of thing.

On the opposite side, Thirteen looked at Qin Dongyi, curled up his fingers, and pressed his nails against his palm.

He had been looking forward to Qin Dongyi's return for a long time.

But when he really saw it now, he was a little scared.

Qin Dongyi will come, he must have understood the situation.

He was afraid that Qin Dongyi would scold him like those people, that he would question him like Lian Yao, and that he would be disappointed in him.

Thirteen shrank back, bowed his head and hugged himself tighter.

Until he smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood, he slightly raised his eyes and found that Qin Dongyi was half kneeling in front of him.

Qin Dongyi seemed distressed and helpless, he raised his hand and touched Shisan's head, and the first sentence he uttered was to ask:

"Are you injured?"

Thirteen was taken aback for a moment.

Then he nodded, shook his head again, and said only:

"It's ready."

Qin Dongyi nodded, and then asked:

"What's the matter, what happened to cause that?"

Hearing Qin Dongyi's voice, Shisan suddenly wanted to cry.

It turned out that no one would accuse him as soon as he came up.

Thirteen's hands grabbed his clothes and wrinkled them. For a moment, he wanted to tell Qin Dongyi everything, but finally shook his head.

Qin Dongyi asked:

"Don't want to say it, or can't say it?"

Thirteen was still silent.

Qin Dongyi had no choice but to say:

"Call me when you want to talk, huh?"

Thirteen nodded.

He looked up at Qin Dongyi, and after a moment, asked:

"Brother, do you blame me?"

"Why should I blame you?"

"Didn't you hear what those people said? Did I disappoint you?"

Thirteen struggled to say these words, he waited for Qin Dongyi's reply, but only listened to him:

"You said it all, it's just something outsiders say."

Qin Dongyi knew that Thirteen was not in a good mood, so he tried to keep his tone gentle:

"I didn't see it with my own eyes, and I don't know the whole picture of the matter. I believe you more than what an outsider tells you."

I trust you more.

These words seem to give Thirteen strength in an instant.

He seemed to be rescued from the water, and he only knew to take a deep breath for a while.

Seeing this, Qin Dongyi got up and poured a glass of water for him.

Thirteen took a sip.

He wanted to tell Qin Dongyi all the struggles and grievances of these days, but when he really said it, there were only some rambling words left, like the nonsense of a madman:

"Brother, what should I do, I think I'm going crazy."

"I can't control my emotions. I want to kill myself every day. Can you save me?"

"It seems that everything I do is wrong. Why do they treat me like that. I don't want you to see me hurting others. What should I do? Is it okay if I die?"

Thirteen seemed a little bewildered.

He murmured some nonsense questions to Qin Dongyi.

Qin Dongyi's eyes were a little dignified.

He knew that Thirteen's mental condition was not very good.

The reason was that he was provoked by Lian Shuo during the last practice, which caused the root cause of the disease.

The damage to the monk's spirit and sea of ​​consciousness is almost irreversible. Although there is a heavenly solid spirit pill hanging in his body now, the energy in the pill is constantly being consumed. One day, the medicine will be used up. What will Thirteen do then?

And seeing him like this now, Qin Dongyi probably guessed why Shisan would fight Chong Hua.

It's not like this kid has the temperament to start conflicts with others for no reason. There is probably a reason for doing it at the beginning. As for those who are later described as vicious, scary, and crazy, there must be someone or something that stimulated him. Out of control became like that.

Qin Dongyi sighed in his heart.

He reached out and took Shisan into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't give up."

Qin Dong is not good at comforting others, he can only tell him simply:

"Brother is here."