Grain Rain is the last solar term of spring. The countryside is full of people who are crying in cuckoo, and they are busy.

In the village closest to Wanxiong Gang, a tall horse ran fast and steadily.

A young man in green was lying down immediately.

The blood wet the boy's clothes on his back, and then flowed along the corner of his clothes on the horse's body, along the horse's hair to the horse's belly. Every three steps the horse ran, a drop of blood dripped from the horse's belly.

When the horse ran into the village, passers-by could no longer tell whether it was a man or a horse that was injured.

The kind-hearted villager dared to take the horse, and the horse was well-behavedly allowed the villagers to take it, as if it knew that the villagers were going to take him to the pharmacist's house in the village.

The pharmacy household's surname is Jin, and there is a very down-to-earth name, Jinziduo.

He collects more medicine for a living, and is not a doctor, but he has been dealing with medicinal materials for a long time and his medical skills are no worse than those of doctors. The villagers always ask him to get medicine directly if they have some minor illnesses.

The sergeant asked the teenager how much gold was checked for the wound: "How is it?"

Jin Ziduo frowned and said, "It made blind bear scratch his body and lose half of his life."

Chief Fighter said: "I think his horse and sword are good things, and you will definitely make a lot of benefits."

Jin Ziduo frowned even more when he looked at the sword that the boy was holding tightly in his hand. He responded randomly, asked the villagers to disperse, and ordered his old woman to boil water and pound medicine, and then began to deal with the boy's wound.

The boy was seriously injured. A gap extends from his left shoulder to his right waist, and divides the flesh on his back into two halves, and the deepest part of the wound was exposed.

Several blood vessels were still bleeding, and I don’t know how he survived the way.

After finally applying herbs to stop the bleeding, the boy's breathing became weaker and weaker. The pharmacist quickly took out a treasured old ginseng, cut it into a few slices, took out a piece and put it in the boy's mouth, and told the old woman to use the remaining bowl of ginseng soup.

After a bowl of ginseng soup, the boy's life was finally saved.

Fortunately, the boy's recovery ability was also very strong. The next morning, when Jinziduo changed the dressings for the boy, he woke up.

"I'm..."

"You are very hurt. If someone hadn't sent you here, you would have died last night." After changing the medicine, Jin Ziduo stood up and shouted outside the house: "Old woman! Kill an old hen at noon!"

"Have the young man woke up?" The old woman looked at her and saw the young man looking at her, smiling so much that his wrinkles on his face were full of kindness. "I just said that I have a big life in this future, and I will definitely survive. Wait, and I will stew chicken for you two at noon!"

The boy felt strange in his heart. He had a loving couple, but unfortunately they died of illness early.

The father buried his mother and found that his body was getting worse and worse. A Taoist priest accidentally ran into his son playing outside and intends to be a disciple.

The father knew that he had not had much time to spend with his children, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

The seven-year-old child cried, and his father promised that as long as he practiced martial arts well and became a hero, his father would take him back and cook him a delicious meal of meat.

The child did not dare to be negligent at all. Every morning, he was the first to get up to practice martial arts. After class, when the teachers and brothers formed a circle to fight crickets, he always stayed to practice.

There was also a child who worked as hard as him, and soon they became friends.

The child's name is Xiaobai.

Even the master who has always been strict often smiles at them.

Ten years later, the child had grown into a teenager, and the master called two beloved disciples.

"I have nothing to teach you anymore. Let's go down the mountain tomorrow. The road ahead depends on you."

The young man said respectfully: "Disciple must give the master a face."

The master shook his head repeatedly, "If you do bad things, don't say you are my disciples, let alone me talk about me if you do good things. After this, good or bad things have nothing to do with the master."

Xiaobai is a helpless orphan. The boy said to Xiaobai: "Go to my house, the meat my father cooks is the most fragrant."

The boy was home like an arrow. No matter how beautiful the scenery or the girl was, he could not take a look at it. The two of them walked along the way and rushed to the boy's house in half a month.

Home is gone.

Only two rooms are left.

A occupied house.

The young man asked his neighbors and found out that his father died of illness shortly after he left. He had no relatives around him before he died. Even the funeral was helped by a kind neighbor.

The neighbor looked at the boy suspiciously and tentatively said, "You can't be his lost son, right? I remember that his son was only six or seven years old that year..."

Lost.

The father tried his best to plan everything for him, and even did not let him bear the reputation of being unfilial, but he became a poor person who lost his son.

The boy stood in front of the house and was silent for a long time. The young couple who occupied two rooms looked at him awkwardly.

That day was a bit special. From morning to night, the snow never stopped. It was not the light snowflakes, but the small snow particles like hail, which fell down and sounded loudly, as if they could directly hit people's hearts.

The boy's body was stiff. At that moment, he had already transformed into one with the cold around him, and there was no such person as him in the world.

But after a while, he gradually warmed up again.

When he thought of his father, his heart began to beat again. The beating heart shattered the ice condensed in his blood vessels. As spring came and the river bloomed, he became a living person again.

My father was so persistent in letting him live well, how could he live up to his life?

Even though family affection was only seven years, my father taught him what a man who stood up should look like. This is something that many men have never learned even after spending twenty years or thirty years.

"Go and see your father." Xiaobai reminded.

In the cemetery at the east end of the town, the tombs buried by my father and mother were very small, covered with weeds, and the tombstone was just a piece of ragged wooden board.

While taking care of the weeds, the boy said something to his parents in his heart.

The two of them came stepping on the snow and then rode on the snow. Xiaobai looked back at the footprints that were about to be filled with snow. How great would it be if snow could heal all the scars in the world.

The couple of gold made the boy think of this past.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, bowed to Jinziduo with difficulty, and asked, "Uncle has saved me, I haven't asked you for your title yet."

Jin Ziduo said carelessly: "My name is Jin Ziduo, just call me Daddy Jin."

"Dad Jin." This title is so friendly that the boy wants to shout twice more, "Dad Jin, my name is Yan Ruyu."

Jin Ziduo glanced at the old woman who was busy in the kitchen, closed the door, and whispered to Yan Ruyu: "How did the wound on your body come from?"

Yan Ruyu wanted to answer, but Jin Ziduo waved his hand again and said, "Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. Remember, when someone asks, you said you were scratched by the bear in the forest. Do you remember?"

"Why?"

Jinziduo stared at her eyes, "You can say whatever you want, you can finally save you, because Isn't it a pity to kill you in vain?"

Yan Ruyu found that Jinziduo really looked like a majestic father with a stubborn temper and said the same thing.

Regarding his injuries, will he die if he tells the truth?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Yan Ruyu got up and got out of bed and said to Jinziduo: "Thank you for saving your life. I have to leave. I made an appointment with someone today. If I get late, I won't be able to catch up."

Jin Ziduo glanced at Yan Ruyu and threw a rag on him, "For you, just hang it directly to save trouble."

Yan Ruyu believed him because he had already felt the wound on his back cracking, and a stream of blood was ticking down.

In this case, he would have to die before he could even reach the Wanxiong Gang.

Jin Ziduo glanced at him contemptuously, "I don't save the person I want to die. I originally wanted to invite you to have a chicken meal, but now it seems that it's free. You go."

Before Yan Ruyu could answer, the old woman pushed the door and pulled the gold-rich ear and twisted it, saying, "Damn old man, while I'm not here, I'll get angry with the child, see how I deal with you!"

Jin Ziduo just now was as majestic as a big tiger. As soon as the old woman entered the house, he immediately turned into a kitten, trying every means to speak good things and beg for mercy, and even looked at Yan Ruyu with help.

Yan Ruyu opened his mouth and before he could express his pleading words, the old woman had already picked up Yan Ruyu's arm and pulled him out, saying, "You are right! You are still sensible!"

"I...I haven't said anything yet!"

The old woman just continued, "Who made him ignorant, I punish him not to eat! Let's just eat and ignore him!"

Yan Ruyu now feels that these two people are not like their parents at all, and they are the strangest couple he has ever seen.

The old woman treats the old man as her son to discipline her, but in fact, the old woman is like a spoiled little girl, and the old man is the one who spoils her.

In the end, under the coercion and temptation of Yan Ruyu's chopsticks, the old woman finally served a bowl of rice for the old man.

After dinner, Jin Ziduo was helping Yan Ruyu change the medicine. The sergeant came and looked at Yan Ruyu who was lying on the bed. He said that there was something important to discuss. Jin Ziduo had to put down the herbs in his hand and walked out with him reluctantly.

When he came back, Jin Ziduo's face turned pale. Yan Ruyu asked him a few times, but he didn't answer. He just looked at the sword beside Yan Ruyu in annoyance, "Take it aside, my medicine is most afraid of iron, it will affect the efficacy of the medicine when it gets close."

Yan Ruyu moved the sword half an inch away, which was already his bottom line. Even though the gold was so fierce that he glared at them with the sword, he pretended not to see it and refused to move a single point.

"Drink."

After taking a bowl of medicine handed over by Jinziduo, Yan Ruyu fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Perhaps because of the excessive bleeding, my body was too weak, so I slept very heavily.

Yan Ruyu was confused and felt someone entering the room. She wanted to open her eyes, but she wanted to raise her hand to hold the sword beside her, but she was like a ghost pressing against the bed, and she couldn't even lift her eyelids.

Sleepy came, and he thought: Maybe, this is just a dream.

The next dream followed one after another, including Wu Cuo, Wu Grand Master, Xiaobai, and finally Baili Yiru and Diao Ruyi appeared.

If Yan Ruyu knew that something incredible and ridiculous happened when he was dreaming, he would not have died of sleep like this.

When Yan Ruyu woke up, he was already in a different place.

It was an extremely small room, so small that it was only a simple single wooden bed and a wooden ladder, and the whole room was almost filled.
To be continued...