When Wei Wushuang woke up again, he was lying on the boat, with the sound of fire and the whistle of the teapot next to him.

Turning his head, Wei Wushuang looked at the front of him. There was the master and servant in front of him, snuggling beside the stove and playing some chess.

"Young Master! You beat Qingniang every time, it's so boring!" the maid pouted and said angrily.

The man laughed, "I am smarter than you, of course I can beat you. If you are smarter than me, wouldn't you be a lady? I'm a friend."

"Young Master will do nothing," the girl laughed, "Even if I am smarter than you, you, then I am a maid, right? This medicine is almost cured. Master, if you tell me about the effects of these medicines, why did I forget some of them?"

"Silly girl, come on, the young master tells you again, look, this is Astragalus, Astragalus, it replenishes qi. Medically speaking, qi and blood are common, and this lady has lost too much blood and is in a state of blood deficiency. Naturally, she needs to use this medicine."

"No, young master, but you said that ginseng is also a replenishing qi. These two medicines look different at all," the maid pointed at the medicinal materials in the clay pot and thought.

"Oh, I learned to ask questions. You are right. Ginseng is also used to replenish qi, but it is still different from Astragalus. Astragalus mainly replenishes the spleen. What is the spleen? The spleen is the acquired root and the source of qi and blood biochemical..."

Song Kai and Qingniang were talking around the stove, and the fragrance of medicine rose with the heat, filling the entire cabin.

There was the sound of boatmen paddling outside. Although it was early winter, the cabin was so hot.

Wei Wushuang's nose suddenly felt a little sore. Maybe it wasn't his nose, but his heart. Have you ever felt this way? This warm and warm feeling?

I remembered when I was a child. There was only one grandma left. Every winter, the cold wind was biting. Many times, Wei Wushuang even suspected that he could not stand those winters, and his grandma's arms were not warm because he would froze every time.

It was another winter. At that time, I was only less than five years old. My grandmother died. I knelt on the grave and almost frozen to death because I had nowhere to go.

A gray-haired nun walked by and took herself away.

Wei Wushuang thought that he would be warm and full from now on, but in fact, in the Taoist temple above the high snow, there was only the ancient Buddha of green lamps, plus the continuous sound of wooden fish.

The little Wei Wushuang didn't understand why his master didn't smile all day long. He didn't understand why she kept knocking on the wooden fish with her eyes closed. On the high mountain, except for his master and herself, there was only a mute mother-in-law left.

Wei Wushuang likes mute mother-in-law. Although mute mother-in-law can't speak, she likes Wei Wushuang the most. She always likes to carry her master on her back and picks up Wei Wushuang in circles. She always likes to secretly get some bacon and stuff it for Wei Wushuang to eat.

When looking at herself, the mute mother-in-law often shed tears.

Why did she cry? Maybe she missed her relatives.

Wei Wushuang stayed in the Taoist temple and began to practice martial arts. She didn't know what martial arts were called. Anyway, she kept practicing and practicing every day. As for why she practiced martial arts, Wei Wushuang didn't know. She only knew that she would not be bored only when she practiced martial arts.

Finally, at the age of eighteen, the master, whose hair became even whiter, called himself, and made him choose, either go down the mountain or stay in the Taoist temple to ordnance himself.

At that moment, Wei Wushuang showed a little confusion, but she still expressed her heart. She wanted to go down the mountain and go home to see the grave of the long-dead grandmother.

"A crazy person! You will be back in the end," said the master, and turned around and entered the Taoist temple. Soon, the continuous sound of wooden fish sounded again.

Wei Wushuang was puzzled, so he took the money given to him by the mute mother-in-law and went down the mountain.

From the snow-capped mountains to Jiangning, we saw the meat smell of the rich dog, and the bones were frozen to death on the roadside. Wei Wushuang couldn't understand. The farmer's harvest was very good, the weather was good, and the livestock was prosperous. Why did so many people freeze to death, starve to death, and sell their daughters to abandoned children...

When I arrived at Weijiazhuang, my heart that had been silent and quiet suddenly became full of hatred. The master said that we should see through everything and see that there is no way to last forever, but I couldn't do it. When I saw the child's eyes and took the penny, my heart was full of murderous intent.

After coming all the way to Suzhou City, I saw Tiansha's Jue Dongliang having a drink in the Hongchen Inn. Wei Wushuang stayed until...

My body still felt very painful, and it hurt even more than yesterday, and it was hot and hot everywhere.

Wei Wushuang suddenly remembered that perhaps the master was right. If there was no hatred, he would not have the sin and pain of today.

But why does this pain make my heart feel a little more comfortable?

Wei Wushuang turned his head and looked at Song Kai and Qingniang again. She suddenly felt that these two people were quite happy.

Song Kai blew the heat, "The medicine is ready."

Qingniang turned her head and saw Wei Wushuang, "Oh, madam, how do you feel when you wake up?"

Wei Wushuang nodded slightly.

Song Kai said: "This is, there is a young master here, there is no dead person. Oh, it's so hot, Qingniang, you should feed Wushuang the medicine."

After taking the medicine, Wei Wushuang closed his eyes again.

It seemed to be night outside, and it was a bit cold.

The little maid leaned against the stove and said, "Young master, let me tell you another story to Qingniang."

"Do you want to hear the story again?" Song Kai said, "But my shoulder, oh, it hurts."

"Qing Niang will give you a massage," Qing Niang stood up and beat Song Kai's shoulders.

"My feet, oh, I'm tired," Song Kai shook his legs.

"Qing Niang will rub you."

"Hehe, that's OK. Today, let's tell a new story, just... Well, tell the story of the love of a person with a personal monster. Once upon a time, there was a scholar named Ning Caichen, who was generous and generous, and was square and respectful. Once, he went to Jinhua and went to the north of the city to rest in a temple. The temple hall pagoda was very magnificent, but the ground was covered with basils taller than people. It seemed that no one had come for a long time. The doors of the monks on both sides of the east and west were covered with empty doors, and there seemed to be a new lock on the door of a small house to the south..."

While Song Kai added fire to the stove, he talked about the story of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

As Qingniang listened, she was completely fascinated. She hugged Song Kai's right leg, held her cheeks with both hands, and looked at Song Kai with a steady state, which made her mind confused.

Wei Wushuang on the bed sneered in her heart at first, but she was fascinated by listening. She turned her head, opened her eyes, and looked at Song Kai beside the fire.

"The next morning, a scholar from Lanxi brought a servant to take the exam. They lived in the east wing of the temple. Unexpectedly, the scholar died suddenly that night. After his death, he found that there was a small hole in the heart of his foot, which seemed to be stabbed by a cone, and there were strands of blood flowing out. No one knew what was going on. One night, the scholar's servant also died, and his symptoms were exactly the same as the scholar. In the evening, Yan Sheng came back. Ning Caichen asked him if he knew the cause of death, and he thought it was done by ghosts. Ning Caichen was upright and did not take the ghosts at all...."

When talking about this, the ship outside rippled slightly, and then the sound of the shipkeeper sounded, "Mr. Lang, we're here, we're at the Hongchen Island."

Song Kai said "Oh" and wanted to pull out his feet. Although Qingniang's arms were very comfortable and had a bit of fullness and ambiguousness, Song Kai always felt that Qingniang was a little too young.
Chapter completed!