Singing wild fungus (10)

Singing wild fungus (10)

The midday sun shines into the entire mountain forest, and golden spots appear on the ground. Bingqin has never liked such afternoons. Because the sun is too strong, her own kind cannot survive. She lies sleepily in her damp cave and takes a nap. With. At this moment, Shanling ran in, pulled up Bingqin who was sleeping on the bed, and said with a smile: "Bingqin, what do you think I did today?"

"What did you do? Aren't you sleepy? The sun is so bright, be careful with your body." Bingqin replied with a smile, lying half on the stone bed.

Shan Ling said with a smile on his face: "Did I do a good deed?"

"Did you save another pheasant and hare?" Bingqin knew that the mountain spirit had always had such a temperament, lively and full of energy. He either liked to do this or that. It would be better for the mountain spirit to practice in the cave with peace of mind than to ascend to heaven. Disaster.

After hearing this, Shanling took Bingqin's hand and asked, "Do you still remember the herb collector we met yesterday?"

"Herb picker?" Of course Bingqin would remember this person. Listening to Shan Ling's tone, she thought Shan Ling knew that she had visited the herb picker, so she pretended to be confused and said, "I forgot."

"How could you forget?" Shan Ling looked a little disappointed.

"What's wrong?" Bingqin could see Shan Ling's displeasure.

Unexpectedly, Shanling suddenly laughed: "So his name is Wu Xuanzi, and he is very handsome."

"Oh, how do you know?"

"Of course I know... because..." Shan Ling's face faded into a blush, as delicate as a blooming peony.

Seeing Shan Ling's appearance, Bingqin became more and more curious, and asked with a smile: "Why? You can tell me."

"Because...I saved him..."

"Did you save him?" Bingqin never expected that the mountain spirit, who had always disliked human beings, would save the herb collector. Looking at the mountain spirit's expression again, she felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly asked: "Do you like him?" Him?"

"Yes." Shan Ling nodded without hesitation, shyly took Bingqin's hand and said, "I told him that I am the miracle doctor in the mountain."

"How can you do this? What if someone finds out? If he knows your true identity, we will be in trouble." Bingqin was a little anxious. The existence of himself and Shanling must not be allowed to happen. Humanity knows.

Shan Ling shook his head, as if he was very confident: "No, Wu Xuanzi will not tell anyone what happened to me today. He promised me."

"Do you really believe what humans say?"

"Wu Xuanzi is different from those humans." Shan Ling looked to the other side with a smile on his face. Bingqin knew that Shan Ling really fell in love with that person. This is not to blame Shan Ling, after all, this mountain spirit The only ones of the same kind are the mountain spirit and myself, and we have never had any contact with other people of the opposite sex, but what next? Bingqin doesn't know what will happen. All she can do is support. After all, the mountain spirit is her good sister. It doesn't matter if she can make the mountain spirit happy. There is just one thing, even if the mountain spirit and the herb collector are in love with each other. , and will not survive until the end. Human beings are made of flesh and blood and cannot live for more than a hundred years. When the time comes, the mountain spirits will still face the same pain. Bingqin told Shan Ling about the future possibilities one by one, but Shan Ling listened but didn't care: "What's the point? If he is about to die by then, I will use my magic power to save him, that's all."

"No, if you keep giving him magic power, he will definitely be infected with the evil spirit, and then he will no longer be a real person."

"That's better, I can be a happy couple with him." Shan Ling replied with a smile.

Bingqin shook his head and sighed: "Since you have decided, just do it."

"I knew you were the best, so I have one more thing I need your help with." Shan Ling looked at Bingqin with a smile on his face.

Bingqin had nothing to do with the mountain spirit and replied with a smile: "If you have anything, just say it. As long as I can help, I will definitely help you. Who makes us good sisters?"

"Yes." Shan Ling hugged Bingqin happily and whispered on Bingqin's shoulder: "I told him that I am a miracle doctor, but miracle doctors also have masters, right?"

"You want me to pretend to be your master?" Bingqin gently pushed Shan Ling away.

Shan Ling nodded: "Yes, I am so young, it is impossible to be born a miracle doctor. This will make him suspicious, so I told him that I was adopted by my master since I was a child, and my master is the real miracle doctor."

"So..." Bingqin looked at Shanling.

The mountain spirit laughed, took off the wooden hairpin on the head of the ice piano, and replied: "So, you have to pretend to be an old and ugly old man and be my master."

"Ah?" Bingqin groaned, and was transformed into an old man with long hair and white eyebrows by the mountain spirit. He went to the puddle in the cave and took a look. The reflection in the water seemed to have a fairy spirit. It felt like Bingqin didn't expect Shanling to make herself so old, so she couldn't help but laugh: "You have to remember that I sacrificed my appearance for you."

"No, no." The mountain spirit suddenly shouted as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

Bingqin looked at Shan Ling in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your voice sounds just like that of a teenage girl. It doesn't sound like an old man at all." Shan Ling pouted and shook his head.

Bingqin couldn't help but laugh, suppressed her original voice, and said hoarsely like an old man: "But is this so?"

"Yes, yes, that's it." The mountain spirit was happy now. With Bingqin's cooperation, Wu Xuanzi would believe that she was a human being. After anticipating the effect in her heart, she smiled proudly. It was also at night that Shan Ling explained carefully. It turned out that at the bottom of the cliff, Shan Ling really used his magic power to revive the herb collector. After the herb collector recovered from his injuries, Shan Ling continued to

Accompanying the herb collector, there was a man and a woman of about the same age, so they naturally became familiar with each other. In addition, the mountain spirit had saved the herb collector's life. The herb collector was not only grateful to the mountain spirit, but also fell in love with her. It was something like this that even the mountain spirit couldn't resist and fell into it. They made an appointment, and three days later, the herb collector came to propose marriage, and Shan Ling came up with the idea of ​​letting Bingqin play the role of a master.

When Bingqin heard this, she panicked and said, "If he comes to propose marriage, is it possible for us to say that we live in a cave?"

"Don't be afraid, we can use magic power then..." The mountain spirit has already thought of arranging this cave in such a way that no mortal can see the flaws.

Bingqin still shook his head: "This mountain is high and dangerous. What should he do if he falls again?"

"This..." Shan Ling really hadn't thought about this problem yet. For a moment, he ran out of ideas and hurriedly asked: "Bingqin, what should we do?"

"You ask me now, why didn't you ask me first then?" Bingqin sighed. She had seen the herb gatherer and watched the man fall off the cliff. Naturally, she knew that this mountain was valuable to humans. It was so dangerous. If you wanted to reach the top by one person, you would definitely escape death. Besides, she saw that the herb gatherer didn't seem to be that strong, but rather delicate. After much deliberation, there was only one way. Bingqin decided to use a vine ladder and throw it down when the time came. She asked the mountain spirit to coax the herb gatherer to say that there was this vine ladder on the mountain and it was made by Shan Ling's master. Only in this way could the herb gatherer be able to Come up safely.

It was not easy to live in the mountains. In three days, it seemed like a hundred years had passed for the mountain spirit to finally meet the herb collector. Just as Bingqin planned, the herb collector climbed up the vine ladder and entered the cave. The cave at this time must not look like a cave to humans. Although it is not gorgeous, it is so simple that it exudes a fairy spirit. In addition, the house is filled with various medicinal herbs, which makes the house more real. The mountain spirit pulled the herb gatherer, walked to the old man transformed by Bingqin, and knelt down.

"Master, he is here."

"Yeah." The old man closed his eyes tightly, sat cross-legged on the table, and hummed.

The herb collector saluted the old man and said: "Junior Wu Xuanzi, I have seen the miracle doctor Taiwu." After saying that, he looked at the old man, but the old man seemed not to have heard and still closed his eyes tightly. The mountain spirit was anxious and quickly reminded: "Master, someone is calling you!"

"Oh." The old man then opened his eyes and glanced at the mountain spirit. When he saw the mountain spirit stick out his tongue, the old man knew that there was something that the mountain spirit forgot to tell him, such as the master that the mountain spirit mentioned to the herb collector. You can't blame yourself, you can only blame the mountain spirit for not mentioning it, so when the herbal collector said he had seen Taiwu Miracle Doctor, the old man didn't react at all.

The herb collector didn't seem to have any temper at all, but looked very respectful. He saluted again: "Junior Wu Xuanzi, I have seen the miraculous doctor Taiwu."

"Well, I heard it." The old man looked at the herb gatherer and saw that the herb gatherer's originally clean face was a little dirty from climbing the rattan ladder. He asked in a hoarse voice: "It was a hard journey here. ?”

"It's not hard work." The herb collector answered with a smile, holding his hands in front of him.

The old man nodded and said, "Then why are you here today?"

"Master..." Shan Ling stamped his foot coquettishly, glanced at the old man, and winked.

The old man snorted softly and cursed: "I'm not ashamed."

"..." Shan Ling's face turned even redder after being scolded.

The herb picker hurriedly pulled the medicine basket, took out the large and small boxes wrapped in paper, and said respectfully: "These are some food I bought at the foot of the mountain. I hope Doctor Taiwu likes them."

"What kind of easy-to-obtain goods are these?" The old man asked this question deliberately, just to see what kind of character this medicine collector was.

The medicine collector's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and then replied: "I was born in poverty, and I know that I have no money and cannot take a mountain spirit as my wife, but..."

"But what?"

"But this junior really likes Shanling."

"Oh?" The old man plucked his beard, looked sideways at the herb gatherer, and asked, "When do you get up? When do you stop?"

"It starts when the younger generation hears the singing of the mountain spirits and ends when they die." The herb collector replied smoothly.

When the mountain spirit heard this, he was stunned for a moment. At the same time, the old man was also stunned... The old man was transformed into an ice harp, so he naturally knew that the mountain spirit could not sing. According to this, the person the herb gatherer in front of him should like. Is it yourself? Bingqin was afraid that Shan Ling didn't know about this, and she was also afraid that Shan Ling knew about it.