In the wilderness there was the cry of night owls, and the branches of several old trees were bare.
"This is the territory of Yongzhou." Mo Li looked around, and there seemed to be a village in front of him.
Meng Qi also stopped, the breath on his body was a little confused.
Mo Li suspected that he didn't hear what he was saying at all.
"... Brother Meng?"
"Hmm." Meng Qi responded subconsciously.
Although he has changed back to a human form, his ears are always buzzing, and illusions appear from time to time.
There are streets in Taijing, and there are deep mountains and dense forests.
There are some people with faces ranging from young to old, and there are voices of war.
They overlap and intertwine with the dark night, and it is almost impossible to distinguish what is illusion and what is real.
Meng Qi saw a cliff appear in front of him, and the water below was turbulent and covered with protruding reefs.
On the left is the burning city, the soldiers are fighting bloody battles, and the swords and guns are attacking his chest.
Meng Qi did not dodge.
Because he saw the ink carp, the doctor was in front of him.
The figure was a little blurry, Meng Qi stared at it, his eyes were full of this person, the cliffs and waterfalls were illusions, and the sea of swords and soldiers was also an illusion. He followed the figure and walked forward step by step, walking on the footprints of the other party, stepping through countless "difficulties and obstacles", without getting angry or falling into the hallucinations caused by these chaotic memories.
In the eyes of others, Meng Qi just looked a little wrong.
The road was very stable, and even the puddles on the ground were accurately avoided!
However, this could not be hidden from Mo Li's eyes. After he was suspicious, he secretly paid attention to Meng Qi's reaction, and soon found that Meng Qi was walking completely according to his own footsteps, even the speed was the same.
Mo Li's heart tightened and he slowed down.
In the past, because of the light work, the scattered stones did not look at them, and the toes passed by. This is how people in the rivers and lakes rush. Otherwise, in such a wild country, I am afraid that it would take a day and a night to find the village.
As the speed slowed down, the distance between the two became smaller and smaller.
Mo Li naturally stretched out his hand and pulled Meng Qi.
The latter was slightly shocked.
"doctor?"
Mo Li didn't dare to answer, he quickly called his pulse and found no signs of frenzy in his inner breath.
In front is an abandoned village with half-destroyed houses that look very dilapidated.
Mo Li quickly found the ancestral hall in the village. The roof here is still intact. Although half a door is missing, they are not afraid of the cold wind at night.
The ancestral hall is full of dust, and the walls are tangled with cobwebs.
Mo Li flicked his sleeves, and his internal force rolled across the ground, clearing a small open space.
The tablets on the ancestral hall are gone, leaving only empty stone seats and a few rusted candlesticks.
The ink carp also found a few intact futons in the shelter behind the stone seat, put them together, and could barely lie down.
During the whole process, Meng Qi was watching Mo Li busy, he didn't know what the doctor was doing, the visions flashed more and more frequently, the faces of many people were stacked together, the trees and the town were also piled up, and it was almost impossible to see what it was. .
Mo Li led Meng Qi to sit down, then put down his luggage, and pulled out the medicinal materials.
"Can't see anything?" Mo Li approached Meng Qi and asked in a low voice.
He carefully observed Meng Qi's eyes and found that he looked like nocturnal wandering. Although he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly.
Meng Qi didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ink carp accurately.
Mo Li looked down and found that the other party consciously scribbled words on his palm, proving that he was awake.
The palms are a little itchy.
To be honest, it is impossible to read the content clearly when writing in this way. Meng Qi is obviously not the kind of person who can write neatly and correctly, without half a stroke.
Mo Li had no choice but to write on Meng Qi's hand by himself, making gestures by the way.
After stumbling and stumbling for a while, Doctor Mo finally understood Meng Qi's situation.
Can't hear, can't see, or - can only see him.
Doctor Mo's auricle was inexplicably hot, and he couldn't take it any longer, because after carefully checking the pulse, he didn't find it, so he could only go to boil the medicine first.
When leaving Yeji, Mo Li also brought the small earthen pot with him.
Although it takes up space and sinks a bit, it can come in handy.
Mo Li didn't go far, he boiled the medicine within Meng Qi's line of sight, and the water was the well they went to the village to find together.
The well was covered with stones, and the water in the well had no peculiar smell, but the water was so poor that it could only cover four or five people.
There are no obvious signs of damage in the village, all of which were collapsed after a long period of disrepair, and nothing useful was left in the dilapidated house. I settled here and gave up because of lack of water.
The ink carp picked up some rotten wood and went back to the ancestral hall to make a fire.
Meng Qi was calm, and he couldn't tell the trouble he was facing from his expression. He didn't even stare at the ink carp anymore.
Some people he knows, some people he has long forgotten.
Smelling the gradually diffused medicinal fragrance, a familiar name flashed across my heart, and the twisted illusion became calm.
As the memory appeared intermittently, he was sure that Meng Qi, the national teacher of the Chu Dynasty, actually knew his identity. When marching through the Baisha River, he had a disagreement with others, and Li Yuanze did not adopt his strategy, so he was very angry, slipped out of the tent and ran to a hidden place to return to his original body, dug a hole and lay in it to sleep comfortably. Overnight, the anger disappeared.
Because of the risk of exposure, he doesn't do this often.
The prototype of the gerbil is also of little use.
In addition to being small and hiding, you can occasionally overhear other people talking.
- This is something a martial arts master can do without turning into a rat.
Besides, when he changed back to his original form, he didn't have any special abilities, and even protecting himself was a bit difficult.
Chased by a lynx, bitten by a snake, grabbed by a weasel, and kicked out by a litter of voles.
Who made this gerbil fat, it looks delicious.
Of course, those blind little things were all taken care of by the fat rat who suddenly turned into a human shape. Why is it so interesting that this kind of transformation has become a "giant existence" that they can't compete with
Meng Qi closed his eyes, he felt as if he had overlooked something important.
Headache, can't remember.
People have parents, and demons should be no exception.
But he doesn't remember these, gerbils are not common in the Central Plains.
Visions and memories do not appear in chronological order, they are scattered, some are important, some are like the scenery seen by horseback riding.
At one time, I saw heavy snow flying, and at another time I saw Hanli filling the pond.
Low trees and wild slopes, river canals fortress.
Outside the Northland Fortress, Qinhuai Restaurant.
He also had friends, who seemed to have nothing to talk about, and ended up being a stranger after getting drunk.
The smell of medicine became stronger and stronger, and the smell of herbs gradually turned into a bitter astringent on the tongue.
Meng Qi felt his hand being patted, he opened his eyes and saw the ink carp again.
He squinted his eyes and guessed the location of the crock pot, and then touched it along the palm of the ink carp.
It's a bit hot, and it feels even more bitter after getting closer.
Meng Qi frowned and finished drinking the medicine, and the vision in front of him finally stopped, slowly solidified, and stubbornly refused to disappear, it looked like melted wax.
"How is it now?"
The doctor's voice seemed to be coming from a long distance, very vague, but at least I could hear it clearly.
"It's not very good. I seem to be recovering my memory. The whole person seems to be stuffed into a huge revolving lantern. I am dazzled and can't tell anything."
Meng Qi said slowly, he was very calm and didn't panic at all.
"Have a headache?"
"After drinking the medicine, it's much better." Meng Qi continued to feel the touch on his wrist, and his breath was calm.
Before he knew it, he felt sleepy.
After Mo Li finished his pulse diagnosis, he found that his patient had fallen asleep while sitting on the futon.
"… "
Dr. Mo lightly collected the things, put out the fire, emptied the medicinal residues in the earthen pot, and arranged clothes for Meng Qi. When he changed back into human form, he dressed too quickly, and he was groggy again. The clothes were tossed in a mess.
When he was done, Mo Li stopped and looked at someone who was sleeping in a daze.
If it weren't for being in a ruined ancestral hall, she would look like Aunt Ge in a pharmacy, and Uncle Ge, the cashier of the pharmacy, looks like she just falls asleep and doesn't want to take care of the chores at home, although every time she just lays down, she He was kicked up by Aunt Ge and instructed to turn around in circles.
Doctor Mo thought for a while, and felt that he didn't care about the patients.
He chose a position outside, looked at the wind that could block the leaking in, and then closed his eyes and began to rest.
- Lie down to sleep where there is a bed, and meditate where there is no bed.
In the dead of night, after the inner breath of the ink carp has been running for twelve weeks, the consciousness gradually sinks into the dantian, and the spiritual energy travels in the eight meridians, and the cycle goes back and forth.
Immediately afterwards, a part of the spiritual energy overflowed inexplicably, leading to Meng Qi beside him.
Originally, the ink carp would wake up when the sky was bright, but at noon, he still did not move.
Some wild dogs wandered in the village. They didn't enter the ancestral hall, but found it because they smelled the medicine. After looking around, they vaguely felt that there was something inside, which made them afraid.
The wild dog ran away with its tail tucked, without even looking back.
The sunset and the moon rose, and the night shrouded the abandoned village again.
It was very quiet all around, and even Ye Xiao's screams had disappeared that night, leaving only the whistling cold wind.
About the second watch, a group of people appeared on the hillside in the distance. They complained to each other that they had missed the dome, and suddenly they saw a village in front of them, and they hurried forward.
"There's no one here at all!"
"Okay, anyway, to keep out the wind and rain, find a house with a roof... Wait, that's it."
The noise woke Mo Li, he opened his eyes and quickly realized that someone was coming.
He turned to look at Meng Qi, only to find that the man was gone.
Mo Li was startled, but fortunately, his eyesight was excellent, and he quickly found the clothes spread on the futon.
-Meng Qi didn't have the sickness of taking off his clothes and wandering around in the middle of the night, so naturally he became a fat rat again.
Mo Li picked up his clothes, and as soon as he touched the chubby gerbil, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. The other party was still holding a torch, which shone brightly around. Doctor Mo subconsciously put the still sleeping The fat rat tucked into his arms.
"Hey, is there anyone here?"
Mo Li's clothes and hair were neat and tidy, and he didn't look like a ghost, but he couldn't scare those people.
"This... come first, come later, but this ancestral hall is very big, can a few of my brothers come in to hide from the wind?" The man holding the torch looked old and prudent, and he spoke very politely, but the person behind him was Very impatient.
"Brother, this ancestral hall does not belong to his family, and there is no such thing as a first-come-first-served statement in the rules of the rivers and lakes..."
As soon as the speaker stretched out his head and saw Mo Li's face, his voice became hoarse.
"Looks like a scholar, no wonder eldest brother is so polite..."
The visitor murmured for a while, then asked again, seeing Mo Li nodded, and then filed in.
Mo Li turned his body sideways, facing the wall directly, dozing off with his hands on his jaws, but in fact he was covering up the small bulge in his chest.