Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 40
Aning's tone was as cold as ever, this was the first time he had spoken so much.

After speaking, he put away the dagger and still sat with Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually became clear, and he looked around.

An Nanhuai, Shandan, Qing, and nearly [-] people in the village, they all pinned their hopes on him.In this gamble with the gods, he has to win even if he wins, and he has to win if he doesn't win!
He has no way out.

Gu Jingzhao said: "Even ants have the right to fight against the world and choose to live."

He patted Ah Ning on the shoulder, "Go, get Ah Fu back. He has to come up with this prescription."

Jing Zhao asked two people along the way, and they said they saw Ah Fu heading towards the back mountain.

There are often bears and bears in that mountain. He is a limping person, so it is not safe to go there!

Jing Zhao and Aning hurriedly chased into the mountain, but Jing Zhao felt that the way up the mountain became more and more familiar. This kind of familiarity was not from the memory in the brain, but from the memory of the body!

It is this body, the experience left by the original owner.

Jing Zhao thought about it carefully for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the old man who the original owner knew was proficient in languages ​​and characters of seven countries and lived in seclusion in this mountain.

He walked and shouted: "Ah Fu."

After walking for a long distance, there was no one in sight. The road after the rain was wet and slippery. His feet were injured and he should not be able to walk fast.

Aning suddenly pressed Jing Zhao's shoulder, motioning him to look at his feet.

A series of footprints suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, the incomplete left foot must be Ah Fu!
The two hurriedly walked along the footprints, but the road became more and more familiar, and a small courtyard appeared at the end of the footprints, and the sense of familiarity in Jing Zhao's heart became stronger and stronger.

This is the old gentleman's address!

Jing Zhao knocked on the door twice, and a man dressed as a servant came to open the door, "Mr. Gu, Mr. Ying, please come in."

Jing Zhao was a little amused, this boy's accent was so strong that Ying and Ning couldn't tell each other apart.

When the two entered the door, there were two cranes dancing freely in the yard. Under the pagoda tree, an old cow was lying down. Seeing the two coming, he mooed, then closed his eyes and chewed the grass contentedly.

The scene inside the house is completely different from the outside, and Jing Zhao suddenly has the illusion that Wuling people have broken into the Peach Blossom Land.

The boy led the two to the door, "Grandpa, they are here." After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation, lifted the bead curtain at the door, and let Jing Zhao and Aning in.

The two took off their shoes and entered the house, where they burned incense and cooked tea. An old man with white hair and childlike face sat on the futon, with one tea set facing himself and the other facing the guests.

Jing Zhao knew at a glance that Ah Fu should be here.

He said: "Mr. Li, did I have a friend who just came here? Can I ask him to come out and meet?"

The old man chuckled: "If he wants to see you, he will come out."

While talking, another servant boy put on a new tea set and poured a cup of tea for Jing Zhao and Aning respectively.

The old man suddenly stared at Jing Zhao for a moment, and smiled again, but this time it was a little different from before. "It seems that this old man wants to congratulate little friend Jing Zhao for being born again."

Jing Zhao's heart skipped a beat. What he said...could it be seen that he is a fake who resurrected his soul from a dead body? !
He pretended to be confused: "Sir, you are joking."

The old man smiled and said nothing, "The phoenix is ​​bathed in fire and reborn in nirvana. Jing Zhao, your new journey has just begun." He stroked his beard and said, "I have a message for you, I wonder if Jing Zhao would like to hear it."

Jing Zhao smiled and said, "Sir, please tell me."

The old man said: "Whether it is true or false, there is a definite number; don't ask about the flower bloom, don't ask about the result; cherish it, don't be obsessed."

Jing Zhao read it a few times in the dark, and always felt that the words seemed to remind him of something. When he seemed to be about to understand, he felt that there was a fog in front of him, and he was always a little confused.

Jing Zhao didn't get too entangled, he pointed at Aning, and said, "Mr. Li, Aning is coming with me, can you give him a word too?"

Aning's expression was calm, and when he saw this old man for the first time, he felt something different from ordinary people.

However, he didn't feel the murderous intent from him, so Aning didn't set up defenses.

The old man looked at Aning for a moment, frowned slightly, and then said with a smile: "Young Master Ying is full of dignity, but now he is just swimming in the shallows of Longyou, the time is not enough, and when the time is right, he will surely soar into the sky."

"It is fate to meet you today. I will send you a word." The old man stroked his beard and thought for a while, "I will never forget it, and there will be an echo in the end."

After the old man said these few words, Aning frowned slightly, and he stared at the old man in front of him, as if he wanted to see through him.

But after looking at it for a long time without gaining anything, he looked away lightly, and said in a flat voice, "Thank you, sir."

Jing Zhao nudged Aning with his elbow, "Mr. Li and his servants seem to be unable to distinguish between Ying and Ning. They all call you Mr. Ying."

"However, little Aning, your fate seems to be quite good. If you become famous in the future, don't forget about me."

Aning gave Jing Zhao a meaningful look, as if he had something to say, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Aning turned his gaze to the old man: "Mr. Fan, please ask our friend to come out and talk."

The old man smiled, and he beckoned to call the servant boy to ask Ah Fu if he would like to come out to meet him.

After a while, Ah Fu's voice sounded from behind the screen: "Boss, you go back first, leave me alone, and I will come to you after I think of the prescription."

Jing Zhao raised his voice, "You go down the mountain with me. I'll figure out a solution for the medicinal materials. I'll find you any precious medicinal materials. You are the only one who can save those patients."

"We all know the cost of this test drug. Shandan and his people never blamed you and I don't blame you. Ah Fu, let's go back and find a way together?"

After a while, Ah Fu came out from behind the screen.

He had a bad complexion, and sighed softly: "I didn't care too much, but sir, there are all medical books here. I will retreat here for a few days, and I will come to you when I think about the medicine."

"Don't worry, since I promised you to cure this disease, I won't run away halfway. It's just that I still need to read some pharmacopoeias and make a safe prescription again. I can't let people give me their lives every time. Try the medicine."

Jing Zhao looked at the old man, "Sir, then my friend has been bothering you for a few days, and I hope you will forgive me."

"No problem." The old man waved his hand, still saying: "Meeting is fate."

Jing Zhao asked Ah Fu a few more words, telling him to be more careful.

Ah Fu said hello.

Just as he was about to leave, Jing Zhao suddenly thought of another thing.

"By the way, can you give me a prescription to make people less crazy? I promised that An Zhiping would cure his father for him."

(End of this chapter)