Xuanhuang, who was busy fertilizing the garden in the back mountain, put down what he was doing. When he returned to the Taoist temple, he looked under the peach tree again.
The figure of the gentleman is no longer there, and the library is as calm as ever.
Xuanhuang understood that the husband must have left.
In fact, it stands to reason that the husband should be given away as a gift, but he himself is not happy. From Xuanhuang's point of view, it would be better to leave quietly to avoid being sentimental. After all, this is the last time...
Xuanhuang breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down at the stone table under the peach tree.
In front of him is a Taoist temple that is not stained by dust, and above his head is a fruitful peach tree. There is no movement in the well in the yard, and there are no fallen leaves...
He looked at all this with a look of relief on his face.
Liuyun Temple is getting better and better every day...
This is what he, the 'fool', has always wanted.
Xuanhuang came back to his senses and breathed a long sigh of relief, but when he turned his head, he was suddenly stunned.
"Sir's sword?"
Xuanhuang was stunned for a moment, and saw a sword stuck under the peach tree. The sword stood peacefully, looking so 'plain and ordinary'.
"Sir, why did you even forget to take your sword..."
Xuanhuang stepped forward and picked up the sword. He couldn't see through the charm of the sword, but he understood that the sword he wore was certainly not simple.
He thought again of the flash of swords that his husband had stirred up in the courtyard before, which was so stunning to all living beings.
He put the sword away, thinking that his husband would come back to get it when he remembered the sword.
But who would have expected that the chirping of cicadas in the mountain stream gradually faded away, and after autumn, the gentleman did not come back to pick up the sword.
Xuanhuang also understood at this time that Mr. probably would not come back.
I thought the Taoist temple would become silent.
Xuanhuang also planned to take a rest in these few days, but who would have expected that after his husband left, the young man from the Tong family would often come up to the mountain and ask him about his luck in martial arts.
Because of Tong Xiaolangjun's arrival, the Taoist temple became a little more lively, and Xuanhuang's face also had a little more smile.
What surprised Xuanhuang was that Tong Zhihuan was already in his senior year and had already passed the age of martial arts training. However, his understanding of martial arts was not bad at all. Although his speed was a little slower, he could solve many problems easily.
Pass.
Xuanhuang thought about it and realized it. After all, Mr. has never had a bad taste.
"Taoist Master, am I really talented in martial arts?" Tong Zhihuan was a little curious.
"Excellent talent."
Xuanhuang continued: "It's a pity that you entered the door too late. Otherwise, at your age, you would probably have become a first-rate master in this world."
Tong Zhihuan shook his head and said: "But Taoist Priest, I am learning martial arts so that I can practice medicine and save people with luck, not to hang out in the world."
Xuanhuang shook his head and said: "If you enter this Jianghu Gate, you will definitely suffer hardships. You still have a long way to go."
Tong Zhihuan seemed to understand. He continued to ask Taoist priest Xuanhuang, but he didn't say anything. Later, when he got home, he went to ask his father. After hearing this, his father seemed very calm, as if he had expected it.
But he didn't explain to him what it meant, he just said that what he said was true.
He was the only one left in the dark.
No wonder others, my husband once said that he has a pure heart and is always dumber than others. Although he doesn’t know what a pure heart means, it’s whatever he says.
From then on, Tong Zhihuan often came to the mountain, and sometimes even stayed on the mountain to rest.
Xuanhuang slowly adapted to his presence and taught Tong Zhihuan as his disciple.
In the winter after my husband left.
Tong Zhihuan once said that he wanted to become a Taoist master, but he was rejected.
At that time, Taoist Master Xuanhuang told him: "Mr. Chen once taught you that Pindao is not qualified to be your master, but if you have anything you don't understand, you can ask Pindao and Pindao will teach you everything he has."
Tong Zhihuan was depressed and said, "But sir, you don't want me to be your apprentice."
"It won't do if you confiscate it," Xuanhuang said.
Tong Zhihua could only sigh and never mentioned the matter again.
As usual, he went up to the mountain every three days to learn luck from Taoist Master Xuanhuang. While at the foot of the mountain, he studied medical skills all day long.
He has not yet finished reading the book that his husband gave him.
That's not just a book.
Whenever he reads the contents of the original book, the words on the book will change and become another book.
Sometimes it's pharmacology, sometimes it's acupuncture, and sometimes it's prescriptions. Many of the contents in the book are things he has never seen before, including many difficult and complicated diseases that are described in it.
This also allowed Tong Zhihuan's medical skills to improve rapidly in a short period of time.
So it was in the spring of the next year.
Dad then started asking him to diagnose the patient's pulse.
The effect was surprisingly good. Sometimes Tong Zhihuan knew how to cure diseases that his father could not cure. As time went by, the name of the little miracle doctor spread among the people.
Later, some patients with difficult and complicated diseases sought medical treatment. Tong Zhihuan also had many more opportunities to learn, gradually accumulated experience, and gradually achieved results.
Not only Qiuyuefang, but even several neighboring towns are talking about this little miracle doctor one after another.
On this day, Tong Zhihuan went to Liuyun Temple as usual.
He was carrying a packet of medicine in his hand. These were for the Taoist priest, some nourishing medicine.
"Cough cough cough..."
Since the beginning of the new year, Xuanhuang's cough has become more and more severe, and many times a cough seems to kill half of his life.
Xuanhuang said weakly: "Pindao has actually known for a long time that his time is running out, so don't waste these medicinal materials on Pindao."
"This medicinal material is not worth much money. Taoist Master, don't worry about the money. Drink it quickly..."
"well……"
Tong Zhihuan only gave up after seeing him drink it himself.
For more than 300 days a year, this medicine is almost never stopped, and it is also because Tong Zhihuan and Xuanhuang have been taking it for at least half a year.
But at the beginning of autumn the next year, a cold wind cut off all this.
This autumn wind is coming fiercely.
Xuanhuang was accidentally blown by the cold wind and fell ill on the bed.
When Tong Zhihuan came back to the mountain, Taoist Xuanhuang was already dying.
"Zhihuo..."
Xuanhuang was lying on the bed, his face was thin, his eyes were lifeless, he had reached the end of his life.
"Taoist priest! Taoist priest!"
Tong Zhihuan was a little panicked and said: "Taoist priest, just wait, I will go down the mountain to get the medicine. It will be okay, it will be okay..."
Xuanhuang stretched out his exhausted hand to stop him.
"Ahem..."
He opened his mouth and said, "I want to tell you something..."
Tong Zhihuan's eyes were red and tears could not stop flowing out. Apart from Mr. Que, Taoist Master was the person who taught him the most.
He had actually thought that this day would come, but he just didn't dare to face it.
So much so that I couldn't stop crying until now.
"When practicing medicine in the future, remember that it is best not to..."
"Don't ask for nothing, but don't ask for a lot of money either..."
Tong Zhihuan nodded with red eyes and said, "I remember it, I remember it."
Xuanhuang nodded slightly, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"I still want to..."
Tong Zhihuan came close to the Taoist priest's mouth and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Xuanhuang spoke almost with all his strength.
"Want to eat..."
"Peach."
After hearing this, Tong Zhihuan stood up quickly and said anxiously: "I'm going to buy it now, I'm going now, Taoist priest, wait for me, wait for me!"
He got up and rushed out the door.
But when he turned around, he froze on the spot.
As autumn enters, the peach tree in Liuyun Temple bears a peach for some unknown reason.
It was the peach that was born when Taoist Master Xuanhuang said those words.
"rustle."
Tong Zhihuan stepped forward, the peach tree shook, and the peach on it fell into Tong Zhihuan's hands impartially.
Tong Zhihuan was shocked, but Cai Ke didn't care about it and walked into the house with the peach.
Tong Zhihuan dug out a piece of peach flesh with his hands and put it into Xuanhuang's mouth.
"Taoist Priest..."
Xuanhuang's chin moved slightly, and he closed his eyes, but you could still see the look of satisfaction on his face.
The breeze blows...
It brings back memories of more than seventy years.
This was what he wanted to eat the most, and it remains the same today.
His breath is cut off and there is no regret.
"Taoist Priest!!"
Tong Zhi burst into tears and collapsed in front of the bed, crying like a ten-year-old child.