Small Lingzhi

The sky was high and the air was clear, a carriage drove into the border of Yakumo Village in a low-key and quiet manner.

After crossing the farmland and scattered farms, after a while, the carriage stopped at the foot of Wuqing Mountain.

The dark guard He Qi, who was in charge of escorting the carriage, said to the people inside through the curtain of the carriage: "My lord, we have arrived."

There was no one answering in the car, and He Qi's expression was indifferent.

The dark guard stood upright outside the carriage, and after a while, he saw a slender white hand lift the curtain, revealing a beautiful snow-white face.

Lingzhi looked dazed, and opened her eyes wide to look around.

There are groups of mountains and mountains, and the roar of wild beasts when they come out of their nests to hunt in autumn can be vaguely heard.

He murmured: "Have you returned to Wuqing Mountain..."

Lingzhi's black and pure eyes still had traces of moisture at the moment, he stared blankly at the black-clothed dark guard, his lips trembling.

The dark guard He Qi said: "Young master, please get out of the car."

He also said: "According to the master's order, there are already things on the mountain to return to the son."

Lingzhi was in a daze when he heard everything, and the dark guard repeated it again.

Only then did Lingzhi listen to it, Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan, did he still leave something for him on the mountain?

What it would be, he hadn't even said to himself.

He asked softly, "...what is it?"

The dark guard paused, and said: "You still need to go up the mountain to see it yourself."

Lingzhi nodded absent-mindedly.

He jumped out of the car curtain, and with a sway, the dark guard immediately raised his arms to support him, and pushed him out of the car firmly.

Lingzhi's hands and feet were weak, and she almost lost her footing.

His face was pale, his whole body was cold, and he couldn't help wrapping the cloak tightly around his body.

Lingzhi's arm was trembling all the time, and it was Xiao Yan who was pressing his arm that was pressing on the handle of the knife.

The blood on the hands has already been washed clean, using soap ointment to wash along the fingers one by one, and after washing with water, carefully wipe it with silk cloth scented with spices.

Even so, Lingzhi could still smell the blood from his fingers.

He licked his dry lips, looked at the dark guard and hesitated to speak.

Lingzhi didn't understand why Xiao Yan sent someone back to Wuqing Mountain so forcefully, not even letting him see that he was injured.

During the few days of his illness, Xiao Yan took good care of him, being considerate and gentle.

The robbers attacked, Xiao Yan desperately protected him.

After the bandits were tied up, Xiao Yan was still weak and weak in the bloody carriage, completely in a state of distress, but he asked the dark guard to take him to another carriage and ordered someone to send him away immediately.

When they parted, Xiao Yan didn't look at him much, and only told him not to worry.

……

Why are you ignoring him all of a sudden...

Lingzhi hangs her neck, and then asks wearily in fear, "Xiao Yan will be fine, right?"

The secret guard said: "Master Jiren has his own heaven, so don't worry about it, young master."

Lingzhi nodded apprehensively.

"I..." Lingzhi still wanted to ask something, but facing the cold face of the dark guard, she swallowed the words powerlessly and silently, as if everything she said had become blank.

He blinked, squeezing his sore eyes.

In fact, from the time he was attacked by bandits to when he was sent to the foot of Wuqing Mountain, Lingzhi was completely confused.

The dark guard said: "My lord, be careful all the way."

So Lingzhi didn't ask any information about Xiao Yan from the dark guard, and the other party's posture was cold and respectful, and they raised their arms in a gesture of sending each other off.

The oncoming autumn wind blows Lingzhi so hard that he can barely open his eyes. He carries his small bundle on his back with limp arms, and holds a wooden box containing Ganoderma lucidum in his arms. His steps are light and light, as if he is stepping on cotton, swaying towards the mountain road vainly .

The dark guard watched the young master's back, and quietly hid himself among the mountains and forests, and did not leave until the young master walked outside the cave.

After almost a year, Lingzhi came back.

Nothing in Wuqingshan seems to have changed.

The cold wind howled, and the sound of the wind echoed in the valley.

Lingzhi wrapped her cloak tightly, and her eyes fell on the stove on the stone platform. There was not much dust accumulated on the clay pots and dishes beside the stove, and a pile of firewood was stacked under the stove.

He stared at it for a while, and suddenly heard a tiger roaring into the forest, and the stone platform behind him seemed to shake.

Lingzhi turned around in disbelief, and a giant yellow-striped tiger was sniffing around him, its strong and powerful tail slapped and slapped stones, and countless fine dusts were raised in an instant.

Crisp birdsong resounded from the top of the mountain, and the circling blue bird swooped down. The blue bird landed on the stone, its paws hopped up and down, and it dragged a long blue tail.

Lingzhi could barely hold the wooden box in his arms. He looked at the giant tiger, then at the long-tailed blue bird, and the words that the dark guard said to him at the foot of the mountain came to mind.

The dark guard told him that there was something returned to him by Xiao Yan on the mountain.

Lingzhi was dizzy, and her fluffy body fell backwards, bumping into the back of the giant tiger.

Supporting him with the tiger's body, the tiger's head poked out in front of him and let out a low growl. It was still the irritable and not very patient tiger in memory.

Lingzhi opened her tightly pursed lips and took a deep breath. He felt that everything around him was like a dream, unreal.

For a moment, Lingzhi leaned against the hug of the giant tiger sitting cross-legged, her voice was muffled, her eyes were half-closed and she wept silently,

He really returned to Wuqing Mountain, the tiger is not dead, and the long-tailed blue bird is still there.

He didn't seem to have gone down the mountain, met no one, let alone experienced anything.

He was born and grew up on the mountain, just an ordinary and quiet little Ganoderma lucidum in the mountain.

Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan returned everything to him.

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Wuqing Mountain is surrounded by stretching trees and has four distinct seasons.

The withered and decaying leaves piled up on the ground layer by layer. Before dawn, the forest beasts, birds, and insects screamed, and everything in the mountains began to go out early and return late to store food for winter.

In a cave, the light seeping through the cracks in the rocks on the top floor fell faintly on the young man, and a few fallen leaves whirled and fell, just falling on the couch.

Lingzhi was lying on the couch, her eyes still in a daze.

After a while, he seemed to be really awake. He bent over and sat up with his arms propped by his side, his legs hanging down on the couch, and he slowly put on his shoes and socks.

His gaze could not help but sweep around the cave, many wooden furniture were placed in an orderly manner, and everything that ordinary people should buy was readily available in his cave.

He approached the closet like sleepwalking, and there were several pieces of clothing with good fabrics for ordinary people.

Although it is not as good as the clothes in the Grand Master's Mansion, Lingzhi lives alone in the mountains and occasionally meets the villagers at the foot of the mountain, so it is safer to dress plainly.

Lingzhi's eyes flicked over the clothes one by one. He didn't take those robes that looked better than the villagers, and only wore the most simple and rough farm clothes.

The farm clothes look simple and old, but the clothes are full of cotton.

It's autumn now, Lingzhi returned to Wuqing Mountain, went into the cave and lay in a chaotic state for a while, he couldn't count the exact number of days, he fell asleep and woke up, today he was cold and hungry, so he was just holding on Limp body got up.

After waking up, he had a little more real consciousness than before and after going up the mountain.

He sucked his cold nose, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the cave lightly with his legs on cotton.

The autumn wind was dry and cold, Lingzhi shrugged her shoulders and shivered.

The cotton in the interlayer of the farm clothes fully wrapped his body, and when the warmth enveloped his whole body, Lingzhi took a breath of hot air, and his face flushed a little.

With an empty stomach, he walked around the cave like a walk. Soon, he wrapped a few ripe berries with big leaves, picked a few fresh green leaves, and walked towards the waterside behind the mountain. Walk.

Lingzhi squatted on the stone and carefully cleaned the berries, and put one into her mouth after washing. Even though she was very hungry, she still ate politely, eating and chewing in small bites.

The tiger roared across the sky, and the giant tiger jumped on a big rock.

Lingzhi turned her head when she heard the sound, with a restrained and shy smile on her lips.

The giant tiger was probably biting other wild beasts in the mountains for food. There were several large and small wounds of different shades on the tiger's body and around its nose, two of which were still oozing blood.

Lingzhi picked out two leaves that hadn't been washed in her bosom, soaked the grass leaves in water, tore them up and crushed out the medicinal juice, and skillfully covered the tiger's injured area.

The tiger didn't bother Ling Zhihuo when he was lying in the cave, and he was protected by it, and there were no other wild animals around the entrance of the cave.

After applying the medicine for the tiger, Lingzhi sat on the rock and leaned against the tiger to eat the remaining fruit in his arms quietly. The sky was in a daze.

The hustle and bustle went away, and he stood alone on the mountain, and time passed more and more slowly.

He replanted the Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains. He went to see it a few days ago and found that the caps were fat and round. When he touched himself, the few taels of flesh had disappeared.

After Lingzhi came back, he couldn't keep up his energy. He didn't like wandering in the mountains and plains like before, picking grass and picking fruits to eat. He often sat alone at the entrance of the cave, or found a dry and warm place to enjoy the wind. He just sat for a day.

It was only when the fallen leaves in the valley formed a thick layer that he realized that late autumn had arrived, and many forest beasts were about to hibernate when they returned to their nests. There was no sound, and the vast and rolling mountains became more and more desolate and quiet.

Until this moment, Lingzhi finally felt a little bit at a loss, and realized that he could no longer continue to live in such panic.

He lay on a high rock for half a day, stretched his arms, and slowly slid down with his legs and feet close to the rock wall. The cotton in the winter clothes was thick, which made his hands and feet clumsy.

It was windy in the mountains, Lingzhi found a fluffy white hood to cover his head, leaving a strand of soft and cute black hair from both sides of his cheeks.

If he hadn't gone down the mountain, hadn't met Xiao Yan, and hadn't lived with people, Lingzhi might still be picking grass and fruit to eat as before, day after day.

But he's a different person after all, so he can no longer just fill his stomach with grassleaf berries.

Lingzhi picked up a few clay pots and sat on the rocks on the water's edge to clean them.

The clear water in the valley was cold, and after washing these utensils, Lingzhi rubbed her red fingertips, went back and started a fire with a stone stove, and put her hands on the fire to keep warm.

A special space for storing food was set up in the cave, and Lingzhi found eggs, dried meat, and more than a dozen bags of vegetables and fruits larger than his head.

The food should have been put in and stored before he went up the mountain, and he could smell a relatively fresh smell.

Thinking of what the dark guard said when he was sent up the mountain that day, Lingzhi's expression froze.

I don't know how Xiao Yan's injury is...

The man soaked in blood appeared weak and smiling before his eyes again, the man decisively pressed his hand on the knife, as if fearlessly entrusting his life to him, and the knife almost pierced Xiao Xiao in Lingzhi's hand. Yan's body.

Lingzhi shuddered all over, and pressed the trembling arm on one side, forcing herself not to think about it.

A few days later, Lingzhi collected many fruits from the mountains and moved them into the cave.

He has someone to serve him in everything he does in the Grand Master's Mansion, and there is no heavy meal every day. Although he has seen Xiao Yan cook, the food he cooks himself is simply unpalatable.

The rice was either raw or burnt. According to the cooking steps of Xiao Yan in memory, the water was boiled, and the eggs were broken up and thrown into the water. The cooked soup had a strong fishy taste.

The grain that Xiao Yan asked someone to store for him in advance wasted a lot after Lingzhi cooked. It was windy that day, and he started a fire on the stone stove. When the wind blew, the sparks fell on Lingzhi's farm clothes. He hurried to fetch water to put out the sparks on his clothes, and when he returned, he stared blankly at the half-blackened stone stove.

Lingzhi is honest, and will not toss/dispose the remaining half of the food anymore.

He collected half of the basket of fruits from the mountains and hid them in the cave. Lingzhi's food intake became very small, and he didn't need to eat too much to fill his belly. Most of the basket of fruits was enough for him to survive at least two months in winter.

Fifteen days later.

Lingzhi went down the mountain with a basket of medicinal herbs on her back.

Xiao Yan once said that he should not stay in the mountains to be with the beasts. If he had never gone down the mountains at that time, he could indeed hide in the mountains and never get involved in the world.

But he has been exposed to ordinary people's life, and spent several days in chaos. Lingzhi just decided to go down the mountain. He can't stay in the cave for a whole day. He wants to use herbs to go down the mountain to exchange some money and buy some books to go back. .

There was silver left to him by Xiao Ni in the cave mansion, and Lingzhi didn't touch it.Except for the clothes to wear, he stored all the things that Xiao Yan re-purchased for him.

Even if he wanted to buy books, Lingzhi only wanted to use the money he earned.

Xiao Yan...has prepared enough for him, he can't rely on everything this person does after going up the mountain.

Lingzhi went to Yakumo Village, and the farmers who were harvesting in the fields were surprised to see him.

"Baby, where did you go a few days ago, I didn't see you coming down the mountain!"

Lingzhi still knew the farmer. Hearing the farmer's warm concern, she looked shy and vaguely told the farmer that she had gone back to her hometown.

The farmer said: "Go back to my hometown, my hometown is good, where is the baby's hometown?"

Lingzhi's mind was blank, and he hesitated: "Yan, Yandu..."

The farmers opened their eyes wide. The villagers of Yakumo Village have never seen anything in their lives. The farthest place they have traveled is probably only the county seat.

"Yandu—"

He said again: "Is it Yandu where the Holy Majesty is located? That's far, far away..."

Lingzhi lied, not daring to look down at anyone, so she looked at her own fingers.

The farmer sighed and said, "After the baby is gone, people in the village will not be able to buy medicinal herbs when they are sick. It will cost a lot of money to go to the county town!"

He said again: "Fortunately, the old doctor brought his apprentice back. In the villages with a radius of several miles, no doctor really has a hard time."

Lingzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and when he asked aloud, someone behind him called him: "Lingzhi?"

Lingzhi turned her head and saw a young man in blue carrying two baskets of medicinal herbs.

When the two looked at each other, Lan Wenxuan smiled first, his face was still gentle, but much thinner.

Lan Wenxuan said, "You're back, I thought..."

Lingzhi's mind was blank, and he quickly lowered his head to stare at the bamboo basket he was holding tightly.

After a while, a string of fine teardrops hit the grass leaves sullenly.

He choked his throat, not daring to look at Lan Wenxuan, his words were all stuck in his throat.

Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan really restored his original life, all of this is not a dream.

Nothing in Wuqing Mountain had changed, but he suddenly felt that everything had changed.

The author says:

Over a chapter, thank you all!

Refuting the rumor: The old doctor and Lan Wenxuan went back to the village by themselves, the Grand Master was not so generous...

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 37930358, Duan Xiuyuan's branch, Xiaoxiyu, and Happy Sucking Cat 1;