The fish swam three times in the water happily, and then stopped slowly.
The fine snowflakes hit Xuan'er and fell into the water lightly. When the water wave swayed, they floated, from big to small, and slowly melted. Beauty is beautiful, but looking at it from the water, it is like watching a fireworks and snow across the world.
Mo Li watched quietly for a while, then slowly sank to the bottom of the pool.
This is a living spring. Even in the middle of winter, when the top is frozen, water flows continuously from the bottom of the pool day and night, and at the same time, water flows away from the gaps in the stone walls on all sides.
Because the water is not in a hurry, there is no clue from the water surface, and I thought it was a small pool formed by dripping water in the cave.
The pool is not big, but it's deep, and three grown men can't even touch the bottom of the pool.
This is Mo Li's home, the original home.
Since he was conscious, in this pool, the spring water is full of spiritual energy, and the moonlight shines into the water along the holes in the top of the cave, like silver threads falling into the pool, as an ignorant fish, he can't help chasing after him. Played for a long time.
As for Kailing Wisdom—
It should be playing and playing and suddenly woke up one day. This is moonlight. It can be restored if it is broken. Although the bright silver looks delicious, it cannot be eaten at all. It is fake. Can drink a belly of water!
Angry.
Mo Li refused to recall the silly self in the past.
Fortunately, there were no other fish and shrimp in this pool, otherwise, when he thought of his stupid appearance being seen by other fish, the ink carp would want to eat them all. This idea led to a long period of time after that, Mo Li stared at the empty pool in a daze, and suspected that when his intelligence was not open, he destroyed his entire home.
This matter became Mo Li's heart knot, until he transformed into a human form and wanted to find the same kind, only to find that the truth was not like this.
Qimao Mountain is full of spiritual energy, the best of which is this mountain spring.
The ink carp once wanted to plant the white ginseng in the cave, but the leaves of the ginseng wilted after only one day. After three days, it was almost dead, so the ink carp was so scared that it quickly transplanted and found a less spiritual place. grow up vigorously.
The same example is the white fox and the giant snake. They are both restless and restless as soon as they enter the hole, and they slip out after a while, refusing to stay inside.
Those ordinary birds and beasts didn't even take a step closer to the cave. Even if they were forcibly brought in, they would be dying in a short time, and the ink carp could only let them live.
After reading the medical book, Mo Li understood what was going on.
For example, taking ginseng into slices, diagnosing the pulse, seeing the prescription and taking the medicine, you can't eat it if you want, let alone chew it because it is a good thing.
This is a demon, and it also pays attention to a talent. A lot of spiritual energy is poured into it. Not only can it not make them reborn, but it will kill them. Even if you have this talent, you have to develop it step by step, and you can't help it grow.
Mo Li guessed that many years ago, when he was a small fry, he instinctively searched for a place full of spiritual energy, swam along the mountain stream, swam into the underground undercurrent, and was brought to this cave by the current, just in this pool. Dwelled near the water. Then drink the spiritual spring, eat the essence of the sun and the moon, run away every time you eat a little, and then eat more and more, and stay longer and longer.
—It makes sense, and by the way, it is inferred that he is a gifted fish.
If you are not talented, how can you survive and turn into a monster
Ancient books say that things like the blue bird and unicorn are all exotic animals, and they are also auspicious, and they are born different. Mo Li also studied his own appearance on the water surface, but no matter how he looked at it, he was a fish.
An ordinary black scale fish.
Mo Li is the name he gave himself, called Li, because the appearance is somewhat similar, and he hopes that he is a carp, saying that the carp can jump the dragon gate, no matter how you think it is the most promising kind of fish.
But the teacher said that there has never been a fish that successfully jumped the dragon gate in this world.
Because there has never been a dragon in the world, only fish.
… no dragons!
Mo Li was in a panic, he believed that the teacher, Qin Lu would not lie to him. Even if the legend of the Yellow Emperor riding the dragon was written in ancient times, even if there is a story of a white dragon playing in the water in a waterfall in the mountain, since Qin Lu said that there is no, it must not exist. The so-called dragons are empty words, without evidence.
However, that was all "when he was a child". Now Mo Li is no longer worried about these things, and he will no longer think about jumping the dragon gate. He is a fish and a doctor in Zhushan County.
The serious Doctor Mo sometimes misses his hometown.
No matter how small a home is, it is also a comfort zone.
This small pool can swim around in the blink of an eye. It doesn't take long to sweep the four sides of the stone walls with its tail and fins. The moving undercurrent washed the smooth scales on his body.
Very comfortable, but the water is a little cold.
Lazily opening his mouth and making a yawning motion, the black-scaled fish sank to the bottom of the pool near the spring. One of the beautiful boulders happened to be stacked with the nearby stones, forming a natural groove below, which was picked by the black carp. The bed was made in the middle, the size was just right to lie in, and there was plenty of aura from the spring.
If the weather is clear, the sky light from the top of the cave can shine right in front of the boulder.
The essence of the sun and the moon and the spiritual power of the earth pulse meet here, which can be said to be unique.
Lying in the familiar nest, Mo Li soon fell asleep.
The heavy snow outside did not stop, and the pool water soon formed a thin layer of ice. The snow that fell on it gradually increased, and the ice became thicker and thicker. In the middle of the night, the end of the cave returned to a silvery white. The ground froze together, and it was completely impossible to see that there was a water pool here.
There was a medicine basket in a corner of the cave sheltered from the wind, and a pair of boots beside it.
There was silence all around except for the rustling of snowflakes.
Suddenly, the medicine basket fell over without warning, and the neatly folded robes fell on the snow.
The medicine basket swayed for a while, then stabilized again, not like it was blown by the wind, but as if an invisible existence knocked over the medicine basket, and hurriedly helped it back subconsciously.
After this sudden movement, the cave returned to silence.
It's like someone standing in the same place dare not act rashly, for fear of disturbing something.
After a long time, a crack appeared silently on the ice surface above the pool, and more cracks spread in all directions along the main trunk. The wind and snow that fell into the cave seemed to be drawn into a vortex and disappeared in an instant. Gotta be clean.
"Crack."
The ice surface broke in an instant, and the spring water surged like a boiling soup pot.
The sleeping black-scaled big fish woke up, jumped out of the stone crack, and quickly floated to the surface.
However, the abnormality has disappeared, the snow still remains, broken ice and snowflakes floating on the water, and the ink carp swam a few times in the water in surprise, only to catch a strange aura.
The breath was indescribable, and it was very weak. If it weren't for it being incompatible with Lingquan, Mo Li would have missed it.
Just as he was trying to discern this unfamiliar breath, the breath had disappeared without a trace.
The more Mo Li thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He swung his tail and transformed into a human directly in the pool. Then he emerged from the water, naked and stepped on the bone-cold water.
The wet long hair dries at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mo Li walked to the medicine basket and saw the scattered clothes, his expression condensed.
Did anyone really come
The ink carp held his breath and did not put on his clothes. He closed his eyes like this, quietly listening to the sounds around him, and feeling the changes in the spiritual energy near the cave.
His sensing range gradually expanded, extending from this cave to half of the mountain, including the mountain temple, the mountain stream where white ginseng was planted, the nest of the white fox, and the cave where the giant snake hibernated. strange.
In the end, the sensing range covered the entire Qimao Mountain, including the villages at the foot of the mountain.
The uninvited guest did not notice, but saw something else.
"not good."
Mo Li suddenly opened his eyes, he hurriedly put on his clothes, and rushed out of the cave with the medicine basket on his back.
That night, Mr. Qin, who was soundly asleep in the mountain temple, was awakened by a hurried knock on the door by his students.
Qin Lu had his hair covered, yawned, and pulled his shoes out.
Although Mr. Qin is a gentleman who pays attention to etiquette, he never uses etiquette to restrain himself. Students who come here in the middle of the night must be in a hurry, so why waste time by combing their hair and dressing.
"Shizhi, what's the matter?" Qin Lu blinked to wake himself up.
Mo Li used his spiritual power to remove the cold air from his body, and then he took a few steps closer and said anxiously: "Teacher, the village on the north side of the mountain is in danger, and their ancestral hall has collapsed."
"What?" Qin Lu quickly dressed.
He lived in seclusion in Qimao Mountain for many years, and there has never been such a heavy snowfall in a year.
It also snowed in previous years, but by this time, there will be basically no more. Thinking of the snowstorm that had not stopped in the evening, Qin Lu realized that the snow in the mountain temple had almost buried the door, and the ink carp left clearly. At the time, there were still half of the doors exposed.
"Teacher, let me help you pack up."
"No, there is nothing important. The books are locked in the box. If they are really buried, they will be dug up later. It's important to save people first." Mr. Qin is eighty years old, and he seems to be more agile than his own students. He pulled out the medicine box from the bedroom, carried Mo Li out of the door after carrying it on his back.