Xin Yun saw that his master Qingfeng was silent and asked hurriedly.
"Master, what are they fishing for?"
"That's hard to say.
It's hard to say, but if you rely on the mountains to live on the mountains, and on the water to live on the water, maybe the locals are seeking a living in the river," Qingfeng said calmly.
"Ouch" Xin Yun responded and stopped asking.
The heavy rain continued, and what made Xin Yun really uncomfortable was that the strong wind also came to join in the fun.
The oil umbrella held by the master and apprentice seemed to have suddenly lost its effectiveness, and could only cover their heads and shoulders.
The heavy downpour mercilessly wet the clothes of the master and apprentice, and Xin Yun once again felt the biting chill.
Then he sneezed several times in succession.
"Master, why do I feel so cold all over?"
"Well, you must have been soaked just now.
Just hold on for a while.
We can find a shelter from the rain and light a fire."
After saying this, Qingfeng frustrated Xin Yun took the umbrella.
"Master, what are you doing?"
Xin Yun asked in confusion.
"You hold the oil umbrella, and I will carry you on my back," Qingfeng instructed.
"Master, I don't need you to carry me, I can walk on my own."
Xin Yun felt that Master was making a fuss.
"The symptoms you just had were probably due to cold.
Don't take it lightly.
Come up," Qingfeng urged.
"Master, how can my disciple's body and bones get cold?"
Xin Yun replied disapprovingly.
"What a tough talk," Qingfeng said angrily.
"Master, if I ask you to carry it, my disciple," Xin Yun saw that his master was so displeased, so he had no choice but to submit.
The strong wind mixed with the rain continued to splash on the master and apprentice.
Xin Yun, who was shivering from the cold just now, felt as if he had been suddenly thrown into a pot of boiling water, making him a little confused.
"Master" Xin Yun struggled to hold up the oil umbrella in his hand and shouted unconsciously.
"No, Xin Yun must have a fever."
Through the soaked clothes, Qingfeng could feel Xin Yun's hot chest on his back.
"Xin Yun, if you hold on for a while longer, we will find a shelter from the rain soon."
Qingfeng kept encouraging Xin Yun.
"Master" Xin Yun was so weak that he could no longer lift the oil umbrella in his hand.
A strong wind blew by, and the oil umbrella suddenly escaped Xin Yun's control.
It turned several somersaults in the rain and was carried away by the strong wind.
Qingfeng could not pick up the umbrella, so she could only carry Xin Yun on her back and continue to move forward.
Less than half an hour later, Qingfeng finally saw several thatched houses through the rain curtain made of continuous raindrops not far away.
At this time, Xin Yun was still talking nonsense on Qingfeng's back.
"Xin Yun, if you persist for a while, I will treat you immediately."
The breeze quickened the pace, splashing mud and water, and rushed towards the thatched house regardless of safety.
"Is there anyone there?"
Qingfeng came to the eaves of the thatched house and knocked on the door eagerly.
"No one is at home" came an old woman's voice from the thatched house.
"Auntie, I am a passerby.
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My apprentice is sick and wants to take shelter from the rain."
Qingfeng explained calmly, hoping to get the owner's permission.
"You said you were a Taoist priest?"
the old woman in the thatched house asked.
"Auntie, I'm a poor Taoist named Qingfeng.
He happened to be passing by this place while traveling with his apprentice," Qingfeng replied in a precise manner.
The old woman in the thatched house seemed to be confused for a moment.
But the door finally opened.
"Taoist Master, please come quickly" Only then did Qingfeng notice that the thatched house was dark.
Worried about falling, Qingfeng could only carry Xin Yun on her back and move carefully around the room.
The old woman's ears were very sharp.
When she heard the footsteps of the breeze, she immediately smiled.
"The Taoist Master waited a moment and blamed me, a blind old woman.
I saw everything and thought that everyone in the world was like me.
This made the Taoist Master laugh."
With that said, the old woman saw the inner room with ease, brought out an oil lamp, and lit it.
The whole thatched house suddenly became brighter.
"Taoist Master, you just said that your apprentice is sick, please lay him down on these straws.
These straws are good things, they keep you warm."
The old woman pointed to a pile of straw piled in the corner of the room and said enthusiastically.
Qingfeng said.
"Thank you, ma'am."
After saying this, Qingfeng quickly laid Xin Yun down and took off Xin Yun's clothes.
"It's been a long time since it rained so heavily.
You must be soaked.
Take off your wet clothes quickly.
I'll go to the fire pit to roast you."
The old woman continued.
"Auntie, it doesn't matter if you are a poor person.
It's just that my apprentice has probably caught a cold and has a severe fever now," Qingfeng replied anxiously.
"Oh, blind old woman like me, I have forgotten this.
Don't worry, Master.
Just wait."
After the old woman finished speaking, she entered the back room.
After a while, the old woman came to Qingfeng with a bowl of hot soup.
"Auntie, what kind of soup is this?"
The soup in the bowl was dark black, which surprised Qingfeng.
The old woman heard Qingfeng's hesitation and replied with a smile.
"Taoist Master, don't worry.
This black decoction is a local herbal medicine that specializes in treating wind and cold.
For a poor family like ours, it is a good doctor that we can hire without spending money."
"So thank you so much, ma'am."
Qingfeng took the bowl of soup from the old woman's hand and hurriedly thanked her.
"Taoist priest, you're welcome.
Give it to your disciple.
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You can cover him with more straw later.
When he sweats, the fever will go away," the old woman reminded patiently.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Qingfeng picked up his apprentice Xin Yun and slowly gave him medicine.
The whole thatched house was soon filled with the fragrance of herbs.
Xin Yun took the decoction, and Qingfeng hurriedly followed the old woman's reminder and wrapped him tightly in straw.
After a while, Xin Yun started talking nonsense again.
The frowning Qingfeng finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
"This little Taoist priest is really lucky to have a master like you," the old woman couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Auntie, although you can't see your eyes, just look at Yipindao.
Your eyes have long been in your heart," Qingfeng couldn't help but praise.
"The Taoist priest really praised me, a blind old woman, but she doesn't have that kind of ability.
It's just that practice makes perfect, and it's just a matter of bumps and bumps," the old woman replied with a smile.
"What Madam said is simple, but it's true.
It's not difficult to get familiar with this house, but it's really not easy for you to live alone," Qingfeng said with admiration.
"If the Taoist priest didn't know what he was doing, if I, the blind old woman, were the only one living here, I would have died of starvation long ago," the old woman replied calmly.
"Auntie, I'm being presumptuous.
Do you still have family?"
Qingfeng asked with concern.
The old woman nodded and continued to reply with a smile.
"Master Tian, you don't have to be polite.
I also have a son.
Now we are the only ones who depend on each other."
"Why haven't you seen him?"
Qingfeng asked.
"He's been out of shape all day, he's been out in the wild a long time ago."
"That's it," Qingfeng responded immediately, hearing the sound of rain outside the house gradually getting smaller.
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