Small Lingzhi

The rain was so heavy that the valley was rumbling, and the dark clouds were pouring down on the mountains, and there was no trace of skylight in the distance.

Lingzhi huddled behind the entrance of the cave, and the wind and rain mixed with the mud made him shiver.

He grabbed a few handfuls of surrounding grass and vines to block the entrance of the cave, rubbed the tip of his itchy nose and returned to the cave, tightly wrapped the thin robe around his body.

This robe was exchanged by Lingzhi with a handful of medicinal herbs for the owner of one of the farmhouses when he went down the mountain. The old father of the farmer's family was hit by a stone when he went up the mountain at night. Lingzhi happened to pass by and dragged the injured and unconscious old man come out.

He stayed by the side all night until the old man was rescued by his family.

Later, the old man woke up and told the eldest son that he was rescued by a boy in the mountains. The farmer went to the place where the old man was treated and waited for several days.

At that time, he was scantily clad, wearing clothes woven with straw and rattan.

Although the clothes were messy, the farmer thought he saw a little fairy in the mountain.

The farmer wanted to give him some clothes, Lingzhi shyly refused with a smile on his face, as long as he wanted one, it was not for nothing, and he gave the other party a handful of herbs he picked before taking the robe and leaving.

The robe didn't fit well, and it was so wide that it covered Lingzhi's thin and slender body, and it looked like it could be blown away by the wind.

Lingzhi wore a human robe, and it took her a while to get used to it. The cuffs and trousers were folded up a bit, and she could make do with it.

Later, the herb brought back by the farmer was used and said to be more effective than the prescription prescribed by the village doctor. Later, when villagers were injured, they all carried some things grown by the farmer to the mountain, and placed them where they met Lingzhi, saying Want to switch to some good herbs.

Lingzhi sometimes takes things away when she sees them, and leaves behind the grass she picked at random.

The grass leaves that he used to wrap his stomach on weekdays became excellent medicine in the eyes of the mountain people, and he didn't need to go to the neighboring village or the market to see a doctor after taking it.

Over time, in Lingzhi's cave, there were eggs and bacon that the mountain people exchanged with him. He didn't know how to cook, and he still ate grass leaves and berries in the mountains.

The wind and rain are strong in the valley, and it is wet and cool.

Lingzhi rested in the cave, and the rain gradually stopped after three days.

He took out the last handful of grass and ate a few mouthfuls before feeding the rag man.

The tattered man was still asleep, but he already had the consciousness to swallow.

The rotten man couldn't eat grass after he fell into a coma, so Lingzhi crushed the fruit, squeezed out the juice and pulp, and stuffed it whole into the other's mouth, only a little of it could get in.

Lingzhi touched his slightly deflated stomach, he could eat more than a broken hearted person in a coma, and he ate all the fruits he had stored up.

Taking advantage of the decreasing rain, Lingzhi needs to go out of the cave to pick fresh grass leaves and fruits.

He turned his head to look at the shabby man lying motionless on the dry grass, and whispered, "I'm going out."

Lingzhi's foraging range is not far away, and the grass leaves are fresh after the rain. He plucks and eats until he reaches the back mountain, and the smell floating in the air makes him slightly uneasy.

He hugged the grass leaves wrapped in big leaves in his arms and swayed around, looking around.

"Did you come back?"

The tiger roared across the sky, and the rocks seemed to shake.

A giant tiger with yellow and black stripes jumped onto a rock not far in front of Lingzhi and lay down on it.

Lingzhi hugged the grass fruit in her arms and took a few steps back, a little scared of the giant tiger, even though the giant tiger would not hurt him.

His eyes fell on the giant tiger's hind legs, and he saw that it had injuries on the back of its legs.

Lingzhi met the giant tiger for the first time, and it was injured much more seriously then than it is now.

Lingzhi was born able to distinguish the effects of medicinal herbs. At that time, he couldn't bear to see such a majestic big guy die, so he used the medicinal herbs in his hand to save its life.

Not long after, Lingzhi, who had been wandering in the mountains for many days, had his own cave, and he belatedly discovered that he had taken Juhu's cave.

This giant tiger dominates this mountain, and there are more than one caves.Lingzhi rescued it, and it let this Ganoderma lucidum live in a cave without interfering with each other.

Lingzhi crouched behind the giant tiger's legs, and said softly, "You're hurt again..."

With a flick of the giant tiger's tail, Lingzhi took out several medicinal herbs from his bosom, gave it one, and crushed the others with stones to cover the wound.

Seeing the giant tiger staring intently at the grass, he quickly explained: "It can heal injuries."

The tiger's black nose sniffed the herbs that were still wet with rain, then gnawed into his mouth and swallowed expressionlessly.

Lingzhi smiled shyly, and asked worriedly: "You won't drive me out of the cave, will you?"

Then he added: "I will not occupy your cave for nothing."

In order to prove his sincerity, Lingzhi asked Juhu to wait for him for a while.

Lingzhi picked up a leaf of grass fruit and returned to the cave. Seeing that the broken man was still awake, he turned to a deeper place in the cave and took out a few packs of marinated meat from the clay pot given to him by the mountain people.

Tigers eat meat, and the smell of these cured meats is too strange to Lingzhi.

Holding his nose, he picked up a few packs of cured meat, ran to the back mountain, and brought the cured meat to the giant tiger.

"Meat."

Lingzhi said: "Next time, if the mountain people still send meat, I will give you all the meat."

The giant tiger waved its tail in response to Lingzhi's words.

After parting with Juhu, Lingzhi hurried back to the cave.

It was still raining and the sky was gray.

It will be night, and the mountain is getting colder.He gathered some stacks of dry wood and started a fire with some hay.

Lingzhi rubbed her warmed hands, took out two pieces of fruit from her pocket and gnawed them in small bites.

Sparks exploded, and Lingzhi quickly swept away the sawdust that fell on her robe.He looked at the extra hole in the robe, and his mouth shrunk, a little aggrieved.

Lingzhi suddenly gasped, walked to the side of the rag-tag man, put his hand on that pretty face and touched it lightly.

hot.

Lingzhi realized that the tattered man was sick, and looked up and down at the man's shredded clothes, pursed his lips, and decided to take off the tattered man's clothes.

He was about to take off the clothes with his hands when his wrist suddenly tightened.

A dry and deep voice came: "What are you doing?"

Lingzhi paused, and said joyfully, "You're awake, you rotten man~"

The man has a handsome face, deep features, dark and long eyes, faint and faint, and only a gray silhouette can be vaguely seen.

Xiao Yan was seriously injured and poisoned.

At this moment, he realized that he not only lost his martial arts, but also lost his sight due to poisoning.

He clenched a slender wrist tightly in his palm, and pressed his fingertips against the opponent's lifeline.

Xiao Yan discovered that this person had no martial arts, even if he was seriously injured and lost all his martial strength, it would be easy to take the life of this defenseless person.

He heard the other party say timidly in a low voice: "I didn't mean to harm you."

Lingzhi quickly said again: "You are very hot, you must have caught a cold."

"The clothes are all broken."

Lingzhi also suspected that the broken man had many injuries, which he had neglected a few days ago.

Xiao Yan coughed with a muffled throat, suffering from chest pains.

There were indeed many traumas behind him, and his flesh was burning hot.

Recalling what happened when he was injured, if Xiao Yan remembered correctly, he received three palms after being poisoned, and he had never had a traumatic injury.

But when he was rescued by this person, he vaguely dragged him for a while.

Xiao Yan coughed more heavily, originally only had internal injuries, but now with both internal and external injuries, she was very angry and speechless.

The boy's voice was startled: "Ah, you have a lot of trauma, bleeding..."

Xiao Yan smiled subtly: Thanks to you.

Lingzhi was a little afraid of blood, but after thinking about it, he said to himself, "I couldn't have dragged it out, could I?"

After thinking about it, I feel more and more guilty.

How painful it would be if the broken man was dragged all the way with trauma.

Lingzhi avoided looking at the other party, and whispered: "I, I'll apply some herbs for you," worried that the man would not believe it, and said: "After applying the application, you will recover very quickly."

There was the sound of pounding medicine in the cave. Xiao Yan was exhausted after being poisoned and injured, and his spirits were low.

After sitting for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore, and when he lay down, he saw the gray shadow approaching him.

Lingzhi said in a soft voice, "Apply the medicine."

His eyes looked at the shabby man's face without blinking, slightly dizzy.

Xiao Yan closed his eyes, turned over, and turned to face the boy.

Before the boy applied the medicine, he frowned and said, "Wait."

Lingzhi: "Huh?"

Xiao Yan was seriously injured for several days, soaked in the water, and was dragged all the way.

The wound was bleeding, and at this moment, the whole body smelled sour.

He said in a hoarse voice, "There is clear water."

Lingzhi shook her head: "There is a source of water behind the mountain."

Xiao Yan said: "Bring some water back."

Lingzhi seemed to have realized something: "Do you want to wipe yourself?"

Xiao Yan: "Yes."

Ling Zhi joyfully picked up the largest pottery pot and walked to the back of the mountain to collect water. He also walked a little farther to pick up a few soap leaves. He saw that the villagers at the bottom of the mountain used these leaves to bathe.

The fire in the cave died down, so Lingzhi ran to add more firewood.After adding firewood, Shi Shi ran back to the rag man and sat down obediently, watching him scrub his body quietly and curiously.

Xiao Yan: ...

A rough man is a rough man, he doesn't even know etiquette, and he won't avoid it.

After Xiao Yan wiped his body with difficulty, a few streaks of blood repeatedly ooze from the wound on his back.

He didn't seem to feel any pain, but Lingzhi, who was watching, gritted his teeth and let out a soft hissing sound, as if it was him who was in pain.

Lingzhi applied the crushed medicinal herbs in the jar to the man's open wound, and the bloody scabs that came out made his hands tremble, so he bravely finished the application.

He paused, pouted and blew lightly.

The corners of Xiao Yan's mouth collapsed into a tight line.

Lingzhi sat in front of the rag man with the pot in her arms, lost in thought, and after a while said blankly, "You look so good, rag man."

He was the best looking man he had ever seen.

Xiao Yan's eyelids twitched: "Ben... I have a name."

Lingzhi made a sound, and said happily and quietly: "I also have a name, my name is Lingzhi."

Xiao Yan said lightly: "Xiao Junqian."

Lingzhi: "Wow."

He followed up jerky and awkwardly: "Xiao...jun...qian?"

This is really the most beautiful name he has ever heard, and the person is also the most beautiful one he has ever seen.

Lingzhi looked at Xiao Junqian with a slightly red face, Xiao Junqian woke up once that day, although his neck hurt from being pinched, he also slapped him heavily and knocked him hard on the stone.

Xiao Yan gently stroked the back of his head which was aching slightly, and felt a swollen blood bag.

The man frowned, and Lingzhi turned around guiltily.

Xiao Yan said in a hoarse voice, "The injury on the back of my head—"

Lingzhi lied with a hot face: "You, you fell yourself."

Xiao Yan: "Yes."

Lingzhi almost bit her tongue: "I really didn't push it."

Xiao Yan turned his back, his consciousness lost.

Lingzhi rushed towards this person: "Xiao Junqian?"

The man's increasingly pale face made him anxious: "Are you still dizzy?"

Xiao Yan made the young man who smelled like herbs dizzy, a mouthful of blood couldn't come out of his throat, and he fell into a coma immediately.

"..." Lingzhi was stunned.

The author says:

thank you all!

感谢在2022-03-1417:37:37~2022-03-1519:47:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Say 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 Shanyaoyaoyao;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of cat who does not take the usual path;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!