Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 56|Jisheng Delusion

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There was the call of the night owl in the wilderness, and the branches of several old trees were bare.

“This is already in Yongzhou.” Moli 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 hadn’t heard what he was saying at all.

“…Brother Meng?”

“Well.” Meng Qi subconsciously replied.

Although it has changed back to a human form, there is always a buzzing in my ears, and visions appear in front of my eyes from time to time.

There are streets in Taijing, deep mountains and dense forests.

There are some people’s faces from young to old, as well as the voice of fighting and killing.

They overlap and intertwine with the gloomy night, and it is almost impossible to distinguish what is illusion and what is real.

Meng Qi saw a cliff in front of him. The water below was turbulent and covered with protruding rocks.

On the left is the burning city. Soldiers are fighting hard, and swords and guns are hitting his chest.

Meng Qi did not dodge.

Because he saw Moli, the doctor was in front of him.

The figure is a little fuzzy, Meng Qi stared at him, his eyes filled with this person, the cliffs and waterfalls are illusions, the swordsmen and the sea of ​​fire are also illusions. He followed the figure, step by step, walking on the other’s footprints, stepping on countless “difficulties and obstacles”, without anger, nor falling into the hallucinations caused by these chaotic memories.

In the eyes of others, Meng Qi just had some wrong eyes.

The road is walking very steadily, and when encountering a puddle on the ground, I accurately bypassed it!

However, this couldn’t hide from Moli’s eyes. After he became suspicious, he secretly paid attention to Meng Qi’s reaction, and soon discovered that Meng Qi was walking completely according to his own footsteps, even the speed and severity were the same.

Mo Lei’s heart tightened and slowed down.

Because of reliance on light work before, the scattered stones did not look at it, and the tiptoes passed by. People in the rivers and lakes are all on the road. Otherwise, it is afraid that it will take a day and night to find the village in such a barren country.

As the speed slows down, the distance between the two is getting smaller and smaller.

Mo Lei stretched out his hand naturally and pulled Meng Qi a hand.

The latter shook slightly.

“Doctor?”

Mo Li didn’t dare to answer, he pulsed quickly, and found no signs of frenzy in the breath.

In front is an abandoned village with no one. The house is half ruined and looks very dilapidated.

Moli 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 dusty, and the walls are covered with cobwebs.

With a flick of the sleeves of the black carp, the internal force rolled across the ground, smoothing out a small open space.

The memorial tablets on the ancestral hall are gone, leaving only empty stone seats and a few rusty candlesticks.

Moli also found a few intact futons in the shelter behind the stone seat, and put them together so that they could barely lie down.

During the whole process, Meng Qi was watching Moli busy. He didn’t know what the doctor was doing. The phantoms flashed more and more frequently. Many people’s faces were piled on top of each other, and the woods and the town were piled together. What is it?

The black carp led Meng Qi to sit down, then put down the bag and found 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 traveler. Although his eyes were open, he couldn’t see anything.

Meng Qi did not answer, he stretched out his hand and grasped the ink carp accurately.

Mo Li looked down and found that the other party consciously scratched his palm, proving that he was sober.

My palm is itchy.

To be honest, it’s impossible to read the content clearly when writing in this way. Meng Qi is obviously not the kind of person who can write upright and straightforwardly.

Mo Li had no choice but to replace it with writing on Meng Qi’s hand, and by the way hand gestures.

After a while, Doctor Mo finally understood Meng Qi’s situation.

Can’t hear the sound, can’t see things clearly, or-can only see him.

Doctor Mo’s auricle was inexplicably hot, and he couldn’t take care of it anymore, because he didn’t find it after checking the pulse carefully, so he could only make medicine first.

When I left Yeji, Moli took the small earthen jar with him.

Although it takes up space and sinks a bit, it can come in handy.

Mo Li didn’t go far, so he boiled medicine within Meng Qi’s sight. The water was the well they went to the village to find together.

The mouth of the well is covered with stones, and the water in the well has no peculiar smell, but the water is so pitiful that it can only afford four or five people.

There are no obvious traces of damage in the village. They are all collapsed after years of disrepair. There is no useful thing left in the ruined house. It is like the village was collectively moved away during the war in Yongzhou many years ago. Some people wanted to stay here, but they gave up because of lack of water.

Moli picked up some rotten wood and went back to the ancestral hall to light a fire.

Meng Qi is calm and not chaotic, and he can’t tell the trouble he is facing from his expression. He doesn’t even stare at the ink carp anymore, his back is straight and expressionless, looking at the illusions that emerge in front of him.

He knew some people, and some people he had forgotten.

Smelling the scent of medicine that gradually diffused, familiar names flashed across my mind, and the distorted illusion became smooth.

As the memory appeared intermittently, he was sure that Meng Qi, who was a national teacher of the Chu Dynasty, actually knew his identity. When marching and fighting by the Baisha River, he had a disagreement with others, but Li Yuanze did not adopt his strategy, so he was very angry, slipped out of the tent and ran to a hidden place to change back to his original form, dug a hole and lay in to sleep comfortably. All night, the anger disappeared.

Because of the risk of exposure, he does not often do such things.

The original form of the gerbil is useless.

In addition to being small and concealed, I can occasionally overhear other people talking.

——This can be done by martial arts masters, without becoming a rat.

Furthermore, when he changed back to his original form, he didn’t have any special abilities, and he was a little bit choking to protect himself.

He was chased by a bobcat, bitten by a snake, grabbed by a weasel, and chased by a litter of voles.

Who makes this gerbil fat? It’s delicious at first glance.

Of course, those blind little things were taken care of by the fat mouse who suddenly turned into a human form. How did it feel so interesting that this kind of transformed into a “huge existence” they couldn’t compete with?

Meng Qi closed his eyes, he felt as if there was something important that he had overlooked.

Headache, can’t remember.

People have parents, and demon should be no exception.

But he doesn’t remember these. Gerbils are not common in the Central Plains.

Illusions and memories do not appear in chronological order. They are scattered, some are important things, and some are like the scenery seen when riding a horse.

At one time, I saw heavy snow flying, and at another time, I saw the pond full of flowers.

The dwarf tree Yepo, the river canal city.

Besides the Great Wall, Qinhuai Restaurant.

He also had friends once, and it seemed that he had nothing to talk about, and he was so drunk that he would be strangers.

The smell of medicine is getting stronger and stronger, and the smell of herbs gradually becomes a bitter and astringent.

Meng Qi felt that his hand was patted, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Moli again.

He squinted his eyes and guessed the location of the lower earthen jar, and then touched it along the palm of Moli’s hand.

It’s a bit hot, and I feel more bitter when I get closer.

Meng Qi frowned and drank the medicine. The illusion in front of him finally stopped. It 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 away. It was very vague, so I could hear him clearly.

“It’s not so good. I seem to be recovering my memory. The whole figure seems to be stuffed into a huge revolving lantern. It makes me dazzled and can’t distinguish anything.”

Meng Qi said slowly, he was calm and not panicked at all.

“Headache?”

“After drinking the medicine, it’s better.” Meng Qi continued to feel the touch from his wrist, his breath calmed down.

Unconsciously, he actually felt sleepy.

When Moli finished the pulse diagnosis, he found that his patient had fallen asleep sitting on the futon like this.

“…”

Doctor Mo lightly received the things, put out the fire, poured the medicine dregs in the earthen jar, and arranged clothes for Meng Qi-when he changed back to a human form, he dressed too quickly, and the people again He was so dizzy that he tossed his clothes into a mess.

When it was finished, Mo Li stopped and looked at someone who was sleeping in a daze.

If it weren’t for the shattered ancestral hall, this busy posture would look like Aunt Ge in a drug store. Uncle Ge in the drug store’s accountant looks like she fell asleep and didn’t want to take care of household chores, even though she just lay down every time. Aunt Ge will be kicked up and ordered to turn around.

Doctor Mo thought for a while, and felt that he still didn’t care about this with the patient.

He chose a location outside, watched to block the leaking wind, and then closed his eyes and started to rest.

——Lie down to sleep where there is a bed, and meditate where there is no bed.

In the dead of night, people are quiet. 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 through the eight channels of the odd meridian, cyclically.

Then a part of the spiritual energy overflowed inexplicably, leading to Meng Qi beside him.

Originally, the black carp would wake up when the light came on, but at noon, he still didn’t move.

Some wild dogs wandered in the village. They didn’t enter the ancestral hall, but they found it because they smelled the smell of medicine. After looking around, they faintly felt that there was something inside, which made them fearful.

The wild dog ran away with its tail clamped, without turning its head.

Sunset and moon rise, and the night reappears over the abandoned village.

It was very quiet all around, and even the scream of Ye Xiao disappeared that night, leaving only the howling cold wind.

About 2 hours later, a group of people appeared on the hillside in the distance. They complained to each other that they had missed the station. Suddenly they saw a village ahead and hurried forward.

“There is no one here at all!”

“Okay, it can keep out the wind and rain. Find a house with a roof… Wait, this is it.”

The noise awakened Mo Li, he opened his eyes and soon realized that someone was coming.

He turned to look at Meng Qi, only to find that the person was missing.

Moli was startled, but fortunately he had a good eye, and soon found the clothes spread on the futon.

——Meng Qi did not take off his clothes in the middle of the night and went out wandering. He naturally became a fat rat again.

Moli picked up his clothes. As soon as he touched the soft and chubby gerbil, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. The fat mouse, still sleeping, slid into his arms.

“Huh, anyone here?”

Moli’s clothes and hair are neat and tidy, and he doesn’t look like a ghost, but he didn’t scare those people.

“This…come first, come first, but this ancestral hall is very big, can I allow my brothers to come in to hide from the wind?” The man holding the torch looked old and polite, and he was very polite when he spoke. People are very impatient.

“Brother, this ancestral hall is not his family, and there is no such thing as first-come-last-come in the rules of Jianghu…”

As soon as the speaker stretched his head and saw Moli’s face, his voice became dumb.

“Looking like a scholar, it’s no wonder Big Brother is so polite…”

The visitor murmured for a while, then asked again, and saw Moli nodding, and then they entered.

Moli turned his body sideways, directly facing the wall, dozing off his jaw with his hands, actually covering the small bulge of his chest.