Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 66|Not selfish

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In the evening, Master Shimo brought people back from the mountain.

He has a heavy expression, holding two newly beaten rabbits in his hands.

As soon as I returned to the village, I asked the people who stayed in the village to work, what happened to the second master, and where are the doctor and his friend who came in the morning? Did they go anywhere else? "

"The second master came out and walked for a while, and looked much better."

The people from Shimoshanzhai quickly took the rabbit in the hands of the master, and said while busy, "The two guests did nothing, except to buy herbs, but to inquire about the people who lived near the mountain. As for Now...Hey, they are in the valley behind the cottage! Like the second master, they like to find a place to meditate, just like a monk who recites a sutra and knocks a wooden fish."

The big master laughed and scolded: "How many times I have said it, this is practicing internal strength, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand,"

The man murmured wonderingly: "Isn't it unclear, martial arts training is practiced, how can it be divided into internal and external? I don't think they have any portable weapons, do they also use hidden weapons?"

Master Stone Mill shook his head, very helpless.

Before the grass fell, most of the people here were ordinary people. Although they were willing to endure hardships and work hard to get up and down, they were old and their talents were very limited. As long as they had the power to fight against the officers and soldiers, they would be the masters. I'm satisfied.

"Finished, anyway, in the future, you will see such kind of people who practice internal skills. Avoid them. Don't provoke them." The master patiently explained, "Have you ever heard of fighting outside the mountains? The person of, punched a hole, and the wounds were visible and touchable. The inner master was different. He could shake the tofu underneath into pieces through a piece of paper. If it hits a person, They all look good on the outside. They don’t break the skin or bleed. People can die from the pain, and the bones and organs are hurt."

The people in the cottage were a little flustered when they heard it, and quickly nodded in agreement.

——In order to ensure that everyone is alive, the master has to worry about more than a dozen times every day.

He looked at the panic of the crowd, nodded in satisfaction, and when he lifted his foot to leave, he suddenly heard the voice of a young man asking timidly: "The street performer, does he practice martial arts from the outside or the inside? Kung Fu? I saw that they slapped the bricks into pieces with one slap. It's amazing."

"Yes, Qian Xiaolang makes sense, how can the performer even beat the gangsters? This is not a good master in the family!"

Hearing this, the head of the master was going to burst into flames. He categorically shouted: "All the scammers are liars, and the bricks are made of flour! Don't say one piece, even if you hit ten or eight yuan in a row. It's not a matter."

Everyone realized that the master was not in a good mood.

When the people left, they immediately grabbed the person who accompanied the grandmaster down the mountain and asked: "What's the matter? Did the people from Chihuashan anger the master?"

"No, that group of people opened their mouths, relying on a little martial arts, they said they would be the second master of our cottage, and they said that they could plan to attack the nearby county. Ah! There are more than 100 recent county towns. Lilu, our brother came from there, and the people in the city are almost out of food..."

The master didn't listen anymore, he went to Yan Cen with a calm face.

Yan Cen is still lying on the bed, but his face is much better, and there is no more sweat on his forehead.

"Brother is back?" Yan Cen opened his eyes, he had heard the movement outside.

The Shanzhai is just that big, and the master of Stone Mill has a high voice, so he can hear clearly without much effort.

The big master came down after Yancen drank the medicine. There are two masters of unknown origin in the stockade. If Yancen can't stand up, he really doesn't worry about leaving.

——Although it is not useful for him to stay, there are people in the family who can hold it, after all, he is more confident.

The other people in the cottage are ordinary people with small vision and little knowledge. Maybe they will anger those two people if they don't pay attention. He or Yan Cen will be able to make a round of it at any rate?

Yan Cen knows what the master is worried about, so he said: "Big brother, there is no need to worry, the doctor is very reasonable. Seeing me like this, except for a slight surprise, there will be no difference afterwards."

The big master’s expression is slightly relaxed, because he was born with a sly face, his eyes are so small that he can hardly find a seam, just like he is thinking about bad ideas all the time, he knows it, so he always Love is stern.

"Yes, brothers are not easy..."

Since they settled in Shimoshan, there are occasional business travelers passing by, but when they see people in the cottage shouting monsters, the salesman who sells needles and brains is surrounded by them to buy things for the first time. Frightened and fainted, after that, he didn't dare to show up for half a year.

An ugly person is nothing. A group of weird-looking people still live in the mountains. We can't blame others for being scared.

Think about it carefully. Over the years, only the walking monk with the name Yuanzhi has treated them like ordinary people.

"I heard what was said outside, the eldest brother must have beaten the people from Chihuan Mountain to bruises and swelling. Why are they still frowning now?" Yan Cen asked actively.

The big master was very surprised. His brother-in-law was always gloomy and unloving like Mian Hulu. There were a lot of people like this in the village, but after entering the mountain, everyone's temperament was relaxed a lot. Only Yan Cen was still anxious and worried, and often had nightmares.

Since you don't sleep well, people will become frost-beaten cabbage.

Master Yuan Zhi said that this is a heart disease and there is no cure.

The room was dim, and the master didn't take a closer look. It was only then that Yan Cen not only had a better face, but also had energy, and he also took the initiative to talk to himself about Zhaizhong affairs-something he had never seen before!

In the past, strong enemies came, or there was a beast, or Yan Cen would do his best, but those things that are not big or small, Yan Cen has limited energy, and never asks.

Is this sick now? Can you sleep well, eat, and even get rid of your knots?

"Is that doctor really rejuvenating?" The master was overjoyed.

Yan Cen is very embarrassed, what can he say? He thinks there are "sisters" in his body, and the two share the same body, so when the abdominal pain persists, he is thinking about it, fearing that he will have a child for some reason, and he will have a child?

He said vaguely: "The doctor's prescription is of great benefit to me."

"It's great, no, I want to prepare a gift, thank him for saving my brother's life."

The Master of Stone Mill stood up and was about to leave, Yan Cen stopped the people in tears, laughing and crying.

"Brother, is there anything decent in our village? Do you think those two people behave like ordinary people?"

"This..."

On the surface, the master is indulging. In fact, he knows that Yan Cen's background is not low. After all, he has known it for so long, and he can see it. Yan Cen must have learned aristocratic etiquette, even if he does not pay attention to it, his posture for eating and walking is still different from that of ordinary Jianghu people; he can read and hyphenate, know the story of Jianghu, and have been to many places. The sum of these can roughly guess Yan Cen. The first half of his life.

If you don't recognize it at home, you can only wander around the rivers and lakes.

The master thinks that the two people who came to the village today are not like people from the rivers and lakes, and they are somewhat similar to Yan Cen. They are thinking about the preferences of the children of the family, and probably only the children of the family can know, but he can’t say that directly. , Isn’t Ti Yancen’s background hurting?

"Then...what do the two brothers think?"

"After I drank the medicine today, I went to visit the doctor. He seems to have something to investigate. I will ask when I go with the eldest brother." Yan Cen said, got up, put on clothes and put on clothes. Shoes, still don't forget to ask about Chihuashan.

The master wrinkled his eyebrows and waved his hand in disgust: "Don't mention it, a bunch of idiots, want to tell me to go to the King of Heaven!"

"What?"

Yan Cen never expected that the people of Chiwu Mountain had such courage.

"They heard the rumors and thought I had hundreds of elite soldiers in Shimoshan, and everyone knew martial arts, even women and children could fight with weapons."

The second half of the sentence is correct. Even the old women doing chores in the stone mill cottage can smash people with a laundry pestle, but it is hard to say how powerful it is. As for the hundreds of people, it is even more nonsense.

The big master continued with a straight face: "They persuaded me to take down Zhuyun County, looting the wealthy households in the city, and bring my belongings and the head of the Zhu Yun county magistrate to the Tianshou King!"

"But the site of King Tianshou is a thousand miles away." Yan Cen couldn't understand it.

"That's the question. I asked a couple of sentences. They were vague and only said nonsense that the Heavenly Grant King was in his body." The master said in a deep voice, "I suspect that the Heavenly Grant King will attack Yongzhou within this year. ! That group of guys may have inquired about the movement from the Holy Lotus Altar, and then they came to us at the Stone Mill Cottage."

The topography of Shimo Mountain is complex, with many gullies and ravines.

There are thousands or eight hundred people in Tibet who are not talking about it. It is very advantageous to really want to do the kind of taking the mountain as the king and rebelling against the flag.

But the question is, does Shimoshanzhai want to rebel? Want to become a separatist force, and after the Tianshou King hits Yongzhou, do you take the opportunity to vote for it? Do you expect to be promoted to make a fortune with the heavenly conferred king, and to lay down thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the future, and to seal your wife's shadow?

Of course not!

It's not that the people in Shimoshanzhai haven't lived outside, and they've already suffered from the cold words of others.

Because "doesn’t look like a good person", the years when Shimo was in charge of running the rivers and lakes can be described as extremely difficult. The stranger took a look, and before he said anything, he assumed that he was a courageous rat and a treacherous villain. .

——I can’t worship the master because no one accepts it.

If you can't make friends, even if you save someone, they think he has something else to do and treat him coldly or coldly.

It's even worse if you make trouble with flower thieves, treasure thief, and so on, and they are often the first to be suspected.

"Now, even if I know that King Tianshou is going to raise troops, what can I do? Could it be reported to the government?" The head of Shimo sighed and laughed at himself: "It is the official of Tianshou King, or Qi Dynasty. Officials have nothing to do with our generation. Fame and fortune are good things, but I can’t ask for it, I don’t have anything else, I have nothing else in my own heart, I hope my brothers can raise their heads to see people and live with their heads up."

Yan Cen's expression is solemn, he wants to speak but stops.

How could Shimoshan be spared if the Heavenly Consecrated King really called?

By the way, the two of them went out and walked to the valley behind the cottage.

The valley is long and narrow, and there are mountain walls on all sides, blocking the cold wind. Some greenery has grown by the river, and there are several early spring plums, and there is a burst of fragrance.

Mo Li is actually not practicing, he is just to take care of Meng Qi.

The aura in the valley is good, and Moli guessed that this might be the largest spiritual cave in Shimoshan.

He also looked for it carefully, and finally disappointed to confirm that Shimoshan had no dragon veins.

——The spiritual acupuncture point here seems to be congenital insufficiency, it has not formed an effective circulation, and the spiritual energy just overflows from the earth veins.

But it's better than nothing. Although Moli said that gerbils are more worry-free and trouble-free, as a doctor, he still hopes that Meng Qi's situation can be stable and it is best to change freely.

Otherwise, what should I do if I suddenly become a gerbil in front of others?

In Zhushan County, I heard Li Shiye talk about the world's views on dragon veins, and saw the so-called magic objects buried in spiritual caves by alchemists outside Shimoshan. Moli felt that those alchemists were a disaster.

So it's best not to expose inhumanity.

Because of this spiritual cave, the ink carp is much more relaxed.

He thought, Li Diling’s treasures cannot be relaxed, we must go.

However, the ancestor Qingwu deliberately spread the news, and there must be other calculations. If there are not many people, it may not be in his mind. It is still difficult for martial arts people from all over the world to get to Taijing in time, so there should be enough time to catch up.

Mo Lei watched Meng Qi adjust his breath, while taking care of his thoughts.

Suddenly he heard some movement at the entrance of the valley, where a teenager was poking his head.

The boy was born white and clean, with dark eyes.

Since noon, he has ran over three times. He hasn't come in every time. He just looked around, as if he wanted to know what they were doing. Mo Li vaguely heard the people in the cottage calling this boy Qian Xiaolang.

"...Doctor, our master and second master are here."

The young man's breath is insufficient, so he yelled in a low voice.

He didn't want to disturb the two people who seemed to be "reciting the scriptures", but he felt that the voice was too low, so he touched his head in annoyance, and wanted to shout again.

Mo Li turned his head, the boy bluffed and ran away.

Doctor Mo couldn't help but think of his junior at home. Tang Xiaotang often called him in a low voice, not daring to speak loudly, as if he were a thief.

Just as I was thinking, Yan Cen and the master came.

They saw the situation in the valley, bowed their hands, and did not come in.

The young man squatted beside him, his head retracted when he was stared at by the master. Only then did Mo Li see that the boy's lips were missing, the upper lip was parted from it, and both teeth were exposed.

Moli estimated that Meng Qi’s internal strength was about to reach 36 weeks, so he nodded to the people outside the valley and waited patiently. After a while, Meng Qi took a deep breath. He breathed, then opened his eyes slightly.

The breath that has been hard to see suddenly exploded.

Like a mountain, like a blazing sun.

Even if he was far away in Taniguchi, Yan Cen could feel it, his eyes widened and he was full of amazement.

The breathtaking breath was short-lived, and when Meng Qi opened his eyes completely, it all receded, and Meng Qi was just in time to see the outlines of the scales on the neck and cheeks of Mo Lei.

"..."

Meng Qi turned to look at the valley.

There is sand and water, this place is good.

It's a pity that there are outsiders who can't change it.