Chapter 42 River Fairy Medicine

On the empty and silent dock of Qianfo Town, Feng Junyang washed his face with cold water, but he still couldn't wash away the tears on his face. He picked up the oars and rowed the black awning boat to the middle of the river.

At this time, I don't know where it was, there was a low and rough song, like a fisherman sighing alone in the dark night, more like a depressed person sending the unhappiness in his heart, only listening to the voice whispering:

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come and how much do you know about the past?

The small building was east last night,

The old country can't bear to look back on the moon..."

He looked around, the wide dock, the vast river, and there was no one but himself. Are you singing by yourself?

This song "Beauty Yu" taught me to sing when I was a few years old. When I was a child, I was intelligent and had excellent memory, but after teaching it three or four times, I shook my little head and clapped my little hands very smoothly. He remembers Ye Xuanji holding him up joyfully, raising him above his head, and then letting him ride on his head and go to the market to buy sugar-coated haws...

His eyes were wet again. In his hand, no matter how hard he tried, he did not obey at all. The black boat rotated in the middle of the river and could not move an inch. The sadness of parting surged into his heart. He suddenly threw down the oars, staggered several times, and fell into the cabin.

He groped to light a fishing lamp, and the cabin was bright, and everything inside was placed in front of him at a glance. The cabin is clean and tidy, which is Ye Xuanji's usual style of life.

In the line of sight, he saw a black luggage bag in the most conspicuous position!

Isn't that the black luggage bag your favorite carry-on bag?

Didn't this bag fall in the Yazhu Qingshe of Changbaicao, Qinghe Town? He and his master were cheated by the six ghosts, and the burden has been left in Yazhu Qingshe. Has the master returned to Qinghe Town?

He hurriedly opened his bag, which contained his own daily necessities, several sets of clothes for changing clothes, and a handwritten Compendium of Materia Medica, which was copied for him. He gave it to himself as a birthday gift when he was ten years old. Over the years, wherever he went and took it, as long as he was free, he would look through a few pages...

There is also a shiny pocket watch, which is also given by Ye Xuanji. In a high-end watch shop, he chose the most expensive pocket watch for Feng Junyang and was praised by the shopkeeper: Sir is very kind to his son!

This light blue notebook likes to write and draw every day and record a day's life. It was once seen by Ye Xuanji and laughed at himself as a girl...

Yes, it's all his own things. Everything has the breath of a master. Even the buttons of his clothes are clumsily nailed to himself...

He took away his bag, and the purple bag below was Master's. He opened it and saw that there were some strange herbs in addition to the master's belongings. This is the master's habit. Every time he walks, he will pick some vegetation that he has never encountered before and goes back to study.

There is a wanted notice with a portrait of Feng Junyang, a ticket from Qinghe Town to Qianfo Town, and there is also a set of night clothes!

Is it true that the master returned to Qinghe Town from Lanyue Villa? Is he really looking for himself?

The time on the ticket is the day before yesterday, and he calculated it himself. Master returned to Qinghe Town from Lanyue Villa. He didn't wait for himself, and then went out to the street full of his wanted notices. He found out that he was in Qianfo Town and came by car?

No, isn't Yazhu Qingshe burned by fire? Will the person who plots to let go of the master? Even if he came for himself and let go of the master, how did the master know that he was in Qianfo Town?

He can't think of a clue. It's just that an idea suddenly rose: Did Master really escape from Mei Lanyue's palm? He, he is not a ghost?

When he thought of this, his heart was in a mess.

Even if Master is not a ghost, he just jumped into the river and can't swim. After such a long time, he is now a ghost. Or the ghost who was killed by himself!

"The carved railings and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed.

How many worries can you have?

It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward...to the eastward..."

The song I just heard is approaching, as if it is on the left side of the awning boat!

Feng Junyang went out. Sure enough, there was a black awning boat in the middle of the river. There was an old fisherman sitting on the boat. When he saw Feng Junyang coming out, he stopped singing and asked loudly, "Did you go down the river so early today?" These days, the osprey has become lazy, and the river god is not generous!"

Feng Junyang didn't say anything, and the fisherman didn't stay. He slowly hummed a small tune and rowed downstream.

What should I do? From the things in the cabin, it can be seen that the master was indeed wronged by himself... His moment of anger and confusion actually killed the master who depended on him for his life!

"Hey!" Suddenly, the old fisherman shouted below, "You come down quickly, it's drowning!"

Feng Junyang was shocked! It must be Master!

He hurriedly shook his oars. This time, the black boat was very obedient and went down the river to the depths of the reeds. The old fisherman's boat had docked and waved his hand to Feng Junyang.

In a hurry, he finally rowed the black awning boat to the shore. Before he stopped, he jumped over with an arrow step. The old fisherman was controlling the water for the people on the ground. Feng Junyang approached and saw that the ground was covered with mud and water grass. The unconscious person was Master Ye Xuanji!

"Master..." He choked in a low voice, "Master... Wake up, I'm wrong."

The old fisherman stopped his movements and asked, "Is it your master?"

"Yes." He answered honestly, "He..."

The old fisherman looked at him with a strange look, shook his head and said, "Stop talking, save people first!"

The old fisherman deserves to be a veteran on the water. Feng Junyang wanted to use acupuncture and learn the method of saving the two heroes last time to save his master. Unexpectedly, the old fisherman entered his black canopy boat, brought a small white bottle, pried open Ye Xuanji's mouth, and drank the ** in the small bottle.

"Old uncle, what is that?" Feng Junyang was worried. Master's stomach was full of water, and he still filled with water?

"Hahaha... young man, your master is really predestined with me, otherwise he will die!" The old fisherman laughed and said, "My water is hard to find for a thousand years. It's a fairy medicine from the river god!"

"Fairy medicine?" Feng Junyang didn't look like he was joking.

"Come on, young man, carry your master into your boat and don't get wet here. After a while, he will wake up. Don't worry, the river god's elixir is the most divine!" The old fisherman said that he had already done it. Feng Junyang went over and put up his hand and felt that the old fisherman had endless strength. He was really old and strong.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Young man, I look at your appearance. What's on your mind?" The old fisherman rolled up a cigarette and smoked it. He slowly spit out a smoke ring, surrounded by smoke, and his face was calm. He continued to ask, "Young man, where are you going?"

The old fisherman must be familiar with this area. Why don't you ask the purple bamboo forest?

"Old uncle, I'm going to the Purple Bamboo Forest. I only remember going up from here, but I don't remember exactly where it is.

"Ah!" The old fisherman shook his hand and his cigarettes fell to the ground. He asked in horror, "What are you going to the Purple Bamboo Forest for?"

"I'm going to find a friend." He answered honestly for fear that what he said would scare the old man again.

The old fisherman looked at Feng Junyang fixedly: "You, are you all right? Do you have any friends in the Purple Bamboo Forest?

"Yes. I came out of her today.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" The old fisherman actually stretched out his hand to explore himself, just like he was exploring the moon.

Feng Junyang didn't know that a purple bamboo forest scared him like this, so he said cautiously, "I'm a human, uncle."

"You must be scared! Fascinated by ghosts!" The old man began to roll dry smoke again slowly and said, "Purple bamboo forest, that's the territory of our river god!"

"River God? What does he look like? Feng Junyang was shocked!

"Who has seen him? I don't know whether it's a man or a woman. All we know is that our river god is very effective. If you encounter difficult diseases, go to the river god to ask for medicine, and the river god will give you the medicine and allow you to get rid of the disease. Just now, the potion you gave to your master was also rewarded by the river god to the fishermen in the lower river..."

"You went to ask for medicine, but you didn't see the river god. How did the river god give you the medicine?"

"Young man, your brain really doesn't turn around. The river god is a god! We just need to go to his throne and beg, close our eyes and pray devoutly. In a moment, open our eyes, and the medicine is in front of us!" The old fisherman said proudly.

"Then don't you secretly look at what the River God looks like?"

"Then don't die! Our river gods have local land lords and ghosts and gods from all walks of life as guards. If you are impious or want to make trouble, you will be found by the river god, and the consequences will be either crazy or death. In our village, there was a young man who peeked as you said when he prayed and went crazy when he came back. Say 'monster' every day!"

Feng Junyang said, "The river god may be a monster..."

The old fisherman covered his mouth and shouted harshly, "Bad boy, don't talk nonsense. After offending the river god, we beat the fishermen and got nothing. At that time, we will drink the northwest wind! Go and have a look. It seems that your master has woken up.

The old fisherman got up and walked slowly back to the boat, poked out his head and said jokingly and warningly, "I'm leaving!" Don't quarrel and let him dive!"

A burst of low and melodious songs slowly spread on the river, and the old fisherman's black canopy boat gradually faded away...