Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 124
The cold comes and goes, the autumn is harvested and winter is hidden.

There are numerous snowflakes falling from the sky, crystal clear and white, everything is new, wrapped in red makeup, it is the end of the year again.

Time slips through the fingers quietly, the river of stars turns, and the vegetation experiences a new withering glory.

The world has grown another year.

Gu's small courtyard.

The small stove on the stone table was warming the wine, and the sound of "gurgling" came out continuously, and the strong aroma of the wine overflowed.

The doctor in the green robe was sitting on the stone pier, and the snowflakes fell on his body, which felt a little chilly, but the weather at this time was actually not that cold.

Gu Dan didn't hold the scroll anymore, but just stared at the little flame that kept licking the wine pot, his eyes were deep and quiet, and the eyes were full of memories.

Occasionally, there would be a cold wind blowing, and his green robe and hair would be blown together, making some subtle sounds, making him appear more peaceful.

The wine is already warm.

Those who can drink are not here for the time being.

There were not many people in the yard, and it was far from quiet at all.

On the contrary, the excitement was a bit too much.

Cang got entangled with Qin Lisheng for some reason, and at this moment, holding a handful of snow, he insisted on stuffing it into Qin Lisheng's mouth.

Facing Qin Lisheng, who was able to make things difficult for Xun Ke, he also seemed a little stretched and difficult to deal with at this time.

The good news is that Xun Ke is not having a good time either.

At this time, he was sitting under the willow tree in a daze.

Ever since he read the letter from Mo Qiu, Xun Ke has been in a daze from time to time.

Jianai non-gong words, of course it is a very good thing.

It's just that he doesn't agree.

The world of Great Harmony that Master Mo is looking forward to is too far away from this time, so far that the hard work of dozens of generations may not see any hope.

As an ultimate goal, there is indeed nothing wrong with it.

But the criteria for being a Mohist are too harsh.

You can't expect every Mohist to be a natural saint, this is too unreliable.

When the distance between ideal and reality is too far, people will not feel the slightest warmth.

It's a pity that he couldn't find anyone to discuss this issue.

Qin Lisheng is Mo Qiu's ultimate supporter, which makes no sense to him at all.

Mr. Gu is a nice person, but he has never paid much attention to these matters and rarely talks about his own views. If he must describe it, he is probably what the outside world calls a "superior person outside the world", who is in this world and has no heart.

So he can only think for himself.

If universal love must be offensive, how can we have a goal that can help the world and save the people, but also be ambitious enough?
This question will probably take a long time to think about.
These doubts were buried in his heart, making the young man think constantly.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a snowball the size of a washbasin fell on the head.

Xun Ke buried his whole head in the snow, his eyes widened blankly.

Has it started to snow so much?

"Hahahahaha!"

It didn't confuse him for too long, a voice that was as sweet as a silver bell but arrogant enough began to echo in the small courtyard.

Xun Ke's face immediately darkened.

"Xiaoying!"

Xun Ke wiped off the snow all over his head and body helplessly, and shouted angrily.

"Idiot! Why are you getting more and more dumb? It's snowing, come and play!" Xiaoying was still holding a ball of snow in her hand, and quickly stuffed it into Xun Ke's mouth while Xun Ke was speaking.

Xun Ke: "."

This day is over!
"I fought with you!"

Xun Ke suddenly jumped up, grabbed the snowflakes falling from his body and was about to sprinkle it on her.

The two began to circle around the small yard, and Xiaoying's provocative voice sounded from time to time.

"Can you do it, idiot! You are either practicing martial arts or in a daze all day long, you are almost stupid!" Dodging the snowball thrown by Xun Ke, Xiaoying still did not forget to take the opportunity to provoke Xun Ke's anger.

While chasing and fighting, the courtyard door opened.

Xu Zhian walked in with a food box, and was almost bumped by Xiaoying who ran over.

"Grandpa Xu!"

Xiaoying's eyes lit up, she rushed forward and hugged Xu Zhian's other hand, and said aggrievedly: "Xun Ke bullied me!"

Xun Ke holding a snowball: "."

"Both of you, let's play together."

Xu Zhian patted her on the head, but he was not confused by the appearance. He came to Gu Dan with a food box and scolded, "Why, when I die, I won't even go to the Imperial Hospital, right?"

"Uncle Xu."

Gu Dan explained helplessly, "You didn't let me pass."

Ever since he beat up the imperial guards, it was a little different from before.

For example, the last time he went to the Imperial Hospital, he was surrounded by the imperial doctors of the Imperial Hospital. There was also a bold person who did not want to reveal his name. He suggested that since Gu Dan is here, he should study the body of the martial arts master by the way. Sample?
After all, we are also human beings, but the physical body of a martial arts master can be immortal for a hundred years. The imperial doctors of the imperial hospital have been curious for a long time.

It's just that in the past, you couldn't even meet a dead martial arts master, and finally met a living acquaintance, so you have to be bolder!
Fortunately, Xu Zhian appeared in time to rescue him. At that time, the group of imperial physicians were already considering the question of whether crane crest red and arsenic are useful for martial arts masters, which required real experimentation.
"If I don't let you go, you won't go?"

Xu Zhian raised his brows, and his gray beard was shaking up and down, like an angry old lion.

Gu Dan: "."

At this moment, he suddenly understood Xun Ke a little bit.

Fortunately, the courtyard door was pushed open again, and a beautiful figure stepped forward, also holding a food box in his hand, which attracted attention and relieved him.

"Uncle Xu, are you here too?"

Lin Xiaoyi smiled and said hello first, then turned her eyes to Xiaoying who was running around in the yard, and her voice sank, "Is the little girl in need of cleaning up again?"

"mother!"

Seeing Lin Xiaoyi, Xiaoying immediately turned into a good girl again, and hurriedly ran to her, stretched out her small hand to pat the snowflakes falling on her body, with a cute smile on her face, "You're here, I I was still talking about you just now! It’s so cold, you should wear more!”

Do you know what a caring little padded jacket is?

"I'm here all day, my temper is going to be wild. Why don't you go back to the palace for a few days?" Lin Xiaoyi pinched Xiaoying's plump little face and asked.

"I don't want to go to the palace!" Xiaoying shook her head repeatedly.

The palace is boring to death, there are people watching there, it can make people sick from boredom.

"Then be honest, don't bully Xun Ke all the time!"

Reached out and nodded his forehead, Lin Xiaoyi admonished.

"I do not have!"

Xiaoying said with certainty.

"Flash and play."

After sending Xiaoying away, Lin Xiaoyi also came to the table and put the food box on the table.

"Uncle Xu seems to be getting better and better. Does Brother Gu still have a woman in his eyes? Shall I introduce you to some beautiful girls from the royal family?"

Lin Xiaoyi spoke naturally, and said with a teasing smile.

"Just him? I'm afraid I won't see him get married in this life!"

Xu Zhian had already given up on continuing to talk to Gu Dan about marriage, he could tell that this kid didn't want to get married at all!
When the three of them got together, they never talked about important matters of the family and the country. They were all trivial matters, such as family squabbles, or the marriage of a child of a certain imperial doctor in the imperial hospital.

The dark clouds hanging over Dayue's head seemed to disappear temporarily along with the snowflakes.

The 37th year of Zongming, the last year recorded with Zongming as the year name, passed quietly in this calm and calm.

In the small courtyard, there is a piece of peace.

(End of this chapter)