The shadow of the dead winter has not yet left, and the footsteps of spring have come silently, red leaves and bushes dotted among the forests, and life in the mountains and fields slowly awakens.

With a squinting sunset, Chengzong carried the basket filled with pots and pans into the wooden house built by Wu Mingxin. Xiao Chengyuan threw the quilt on his shoulder onto the solid wooden bed, ran to the stone fireplace and squatted down to look for a moment, then ran to the back of the wooden house, curiously looking at the clear mountain spring that Wu Ming attracted with bamboo.

The exquisite wooden house two feet above the ground was all made of bamboo and wood from the mountain, and the roof was covered with neatly peeled pine and cypress bark. During the construction lasted nearly three months, Wu Ming received great help from Chengzong and Chengyuan, and the brothers came to help almost every day.

I remember that on the day the hut was completed, Bingzhen Taoist, who was ignorant of this, came unexpectedly and watched for a moment without saying a word.

Wu Ming was full of gratitude. He knew that since the day he proposed to Chengzong to build a wooden house, he had received the tacit approval from Taoist Bingzhen. Otherwise, the two brothers of Chengzong would not come to help every day, nor would they take the initiative to go down the mountain to borrow saws, ink buckets, chisels and other tools. During this period, Wu Ming followed Chengzong down the mountain to the city to buy them many times. He wore a Taoist robe that he had become accustomed to and a green priest hat on his head. He went back and forth seven or eight times, no one doubted his identity.

For several months, every few days, Wu Ming would take the initiative to go to the nave to greet Master Bingzhen. Unfortunately, this expert from Fangwai was very cautious and would nod in kind every time. At most, he would hum twice and let Wu Ming take his own care.

Regarding this, Wu Ming once asked Chengzong in confusion. Chengzong explained that his uncle had this kind of character, and he was obsessed with practicing every day, and did not like words, so he would be fine if he got used to it.

Chengzong walked out of the wooden house, leaned on the sturdy pine fence, looked at the vast mountains ahead and whispered: "Brother Wu, Uncle Wu said that you have not ended your fate. Don't look at you who built a house and opened the way, but this small place cannot keep you, and you may leave at any time."

Wu Ming hesitated for a moment, leaned against the fence and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?"

"I can't explain clearly. I thought you would stay, but after going down the mountain with you a few times, I felt that you would always leave. These days, this premonition has become heavier and heavier."

Chengzong paused and turned to Wu Ming with a complicated expression: "Brother Wu, it is hard for me to believe that you are a native native who has never traveled far away. Although you never say your own ideas, I feel that you seem to be very familiar with the outside world and understand a lot of things that make people unable to see through. I grew up in Taoism since I was a child. I said a conceited word. After the age of seven, among our generation of 800 disciples, I have always been recognized by the elders as the best, but I have never seen anyone who can never hold a pen to learn good handwriting in just half a year, and can learn the "Tao Te Ching" and have his own opinions, and at such an old age, he has achieved some success."

Speaking of this, Chengzong raised his hand and pointed: "There are also the quick way to build this house and the novel internal and external layout of the interior and exterior. Even the uncle was surprised after seeing it. I have seen the calculation symbols you used bamboo sticks to mark the ground. Once you drew a symbol and didn't remember to wipe it off. Although I couldn't understand it, I knew you were writing a foreign article. I don't know where you learned it, but I feel that Uncle Master's words are right. The world here is too small and I can't keep you."

Wu Ming smiled guiltily and thought for a moment and whispered: "So far, I don't know where I should go. The outside world is too chaotic, and warlord separatist battles are everywhere. I don't know if I can survive well after going out. I feel uneasy. Alas! Even if one day I really want to leave, I will tell you in advance."

"Where are you going?" Chengzong asked.

Wu Ming shook his head: "I don't know, maybe I'll go to Shanghai or Guangzhou, and after saving some money, I'll see if I can go abroad to gain some knowledge."

Chengzong nodded silently: "After the Qinglong Festival, Uncle Master will return to the ancestral temple of Longhu Mountain. There will be a new abbot in Qizhen Temple. I will follow Uncle Master back to Longhu Mountain. I will almost be able to get out of the ancestral temple. After the ancestral festival, I usually need to leave the ancestral temple and go down the mountain for a while. Alas! I really want to go out with you, but I am afraid I don't have this fate."

"How could I have no fate? If you were willing, I would rather not cut off my long hair and walk around with you in a Taoist robe." Wu Mingle laughed with a laugh.

Chengzong was a little moved. Chengyuan came to the two of them and stood there for a while. He couldn't help but shouted anxiously: "Senior Brother, Brother Wu, what should I do if you all leave?"

Wu Ming laughed, Chengzong shook his head with a smile: "Junior brother, you are the closed disciple of the uncle. You will only be twelve years old next year. How can the master allow you to go down the mountain? It is not legal. Besides, you have just laid a foundation and there are still many things that need to be practiced. You shouldn't have delusions before you start learning to become a master. Do you understand?"

"But..." Chengyuan's eyes were full of disappointment.

Chengzong was happy and looked at the sky and suggested: "The sun is setting, let's go back together. There is no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar here yet. You will make a fire tomorrow."

The three of them returned to Qizhen Temple to make a fire and cook. Chengzong took down a hang of smoked venison and ordered Chengyuan to go to the warehouse to pick up the soju wine.

At night, the lights in the backyard monument were bright, and Wu Ming and Chengzong were still whispering the wine. The mellow wine dispelled the faint sadness in each other's hearts. After drinking more than half a pound of soju, Chengzong's handsome face was slightly rosy. He told Wu Ming that he was eighteen years old last month and could drink alcohol. He had stolen wine from his uncle before, but he didn't dare to drink too much, and he didn't know how much he could drink.

Wu Ming didn't know how much he drank with his body. What's so gratifying was that he drank half a pound of wine, his eyes were not blurred, his hands were not shaking, and he didn't feel obvious discomfort. He seemed to have a lot of potential.

Chengyuan, who had secretly sipped a few sips of wine, climbed up onto the couch and fell asleep deeply. Wu Ming got up and opened the quilt to cover Chengyuan. Chengzong looked at him silently without saying a word. When Wu Ming came back and sat down, he cried another cup with Wu Ming.

Chengzong put down his wine glass and stood up: "Don't drink anymore, Brother Wu, we will go out and sweat with the excitement of wine. Your stance skills have been moving quickly in the past six months, and the foundation has been established. I will give you another set of boxing techniques."

Wu Ming was very happy and stood up and followed Chengzong out of the door. Before he could even settle down, he heard a vague sound of slapping the door. The two looked at each other and ran to the front hall almost at the same time. When they heard calls from outside, they immediately went up and opened the door.

Under the bright torch outside the door, three men from Tianjia Village saw Chengzong and immediately shouted that a group of wild boars broke into the village and hurt people. The young and strong in the village tried their best to drive them away. One person was bitten to death and four people were injured, begging Taoist Master Bingzhen and Master Chengzong to go and help their lives.

Upon hearing this, Chengzong ordered Wu Ming to accompany the villagers and jog to report to the uncle. In less than a quarter of an hour, Taoist Master Bingzhen led Chengzong out hurriedly, comforted the villagers for a few words, and then ordered Chengzong, who was carrying the sandalwood medicine box, to go down the mountain to save people immediately. Wu Ming asked to go with Chengzong. Taoist Master Bingzhen thought about it and agreed, and waved his hand to let everyone go on the road as soon as possible.

The stone steps down the mountain were winding but not difficult to walk. A group of people rushed to the rush with torches. The road that usually took only one hour to finish, everyone arrived at Tianjia Village in less than half an hour. Before entering the village, they saw people and heard crying. It was obvious that the whole village was shocked.

Wu Ming and Chengzong, who were sweating profusely, followed three men into a relatively spacious room. The bright room was filled with men, women, young and old. The cried villagers suppressed their voices when they saw Chengzong and a strange Taoist priest coming in.

On a row of door panels in the middle of the room, there were five bloody men, two of them had white cloth covered with their faces, and they were obviously exhausted.

Chengzong showed calmness and calmness that was inconsistent with his age. Without saying a word, he put down the medicine box and squatted down to check the injuries of the three living people one by one. Then he gave up the seriously injured person who was already unconscious in the middle, opened the medicine box and began to rescue the other person.

Wu Ming was at a loss on the side, wanting to help but not knowing how to help. The atmosphere inside the house was tense and depressing, and the crying became much lighter. Almost everyone was watching Chengzong's hands nervously.

Seeing that Chengzong gave up the treatment of his relatives, the family immediately realized that there was no rescue. In the sadness, the whole family cried bitterly. The village woman who cried so hard that she couldn't care about anything anymore and threw herself on the seriously injured person in the middle and felt pain: "Children's father, how can you bear to leave our family..."

The villagers around him also started crying, and the whole house was filled with chaos.

Wu Ming clearly saw that the seriously injured person under the village woman was still alive, her feet were shaking disorderly, and her Adam's apple was still squirming slightly. Below the inner side of the right thigh, tied with hemp rope, the half-foot-long wound was circumcised and the bones were visible. The broken blood vessels were bent and still bleeding, and the pale face and the body were covered with scars.

After hesitating a little, Wu Ming took two steps and put his hand on the neck of the seriously injured person. He stayed for a while and immediately pulled the village woman away: "Stop crying, the person is not dead yet. If you press him like this, you may die faster."

The village woman was so scared that she forgot to cry. The surrounding villagers calmed down one after another. She looked at the strange Wu Ming in shock. Only Chengzong seemed to be unaffected. She bandaged the first injured person, changed her position and then stopped serum wounding of the second injured person.

Wu Ming had no idea at all, but he couldn't bear to watch a wounded person who could save him die. In desperation, he could only grit his teeth and go to the battlefield in the face of danger, relying on the pitiful first aid theoretical knowledge in his mind to do his duty, and treat the dead horse as a living horse.

He pulled open the torn clothes covering the injured person's lower body and untied the hemp rope that was tied to the base of his thighs. A blood arrow suddenly spurted out from the broken blood vessels at the wound. Wu Ming quickly tightened the hemp rope and called "Take a cloth" and a man next to him immediately untied the cloth belt and handed it on.

Wu Ming took the belt, quickly tied the wounded's thigh, untied the hemp rope and carefully observed the wound and broken blood vessels. When he saw a little blood flowing out, he quickly stopped. He raised his head and told again: "I want the strongest soju, scissors, cotton gauze, and tweezers... If there are no tweezers, you need a pair of new chopsticks, and needles and threads!"

The two men in the crowd agreed loudly and quickly got what Wu Ming needed.

Wu Ming poured half a jar of strong liquor into a clean wooden basin, then threw everything into the strong liquor soaked. His hands also soaked in the strong liquor for a long time, wrung a ball of cotton to start wiping the wound, and then carefully fiddled with the bent tube inside the injured person's huge wound.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Ming tied the broken blood vessels with thread, his hands trembled slightly, and his whole body was sweating. He finished tremblingly, took up chopsticks and grabbed the cotton yarn and started to clean it. This took more than half an hour. Chengzong had already treated the two injured people, and asked someone to carry them away and immediately came to Wu Ming squatted down, and looked at Wu Ming curiously as he treated the wound with unfamiliar movements.

More than half an hour passed, Wu Ming completed the wound suture in front of everyone, then wiped the wound and surrounding skin with cotton yarn, removed the cloth belt at the base of the injured person's thigh, observed the suture for a long time, stared nervously at Chengzong and applied the secret medicine ointment to the suture, and then sat on the ground:

"This is the only way. If you can't wake up, or you may get infected and die after waking up. Let it go to fate..."
Chapter completed!