Feng Gu is a legend. ...

At dawn, the stars fell and 70-year-old Feng Gu passed away. Yesterday, she predicted that this moment would come. Yi Sunlong changed his shroud and left in his sleep with a smile.

Feng Gu is a legend. ...

That year, she was really 16 years old, with red lips and white teeth. Sister's tree is blooming brilliantly. Feng Gu, with big eyes and big feet, is waving a whip and driving the sheep up the slope, while the sheep are running and jumping. Dad took the initiative to go to the front to transport ammunition and carry the wounded. She herded sheep for her father and sang along the way. On the mountain road, a bunch of flowers were scattered: a lamb belly, a towel waving three Taoran. It's easy for us to meet, but difficult to talk. One is waving on that mountain, and the other is in that ditch ... When the leaves of Hosta shake, I hear the sheep bleating.

Suddenly, the sheep were agitated and bleated. There is an injured man lying in the canyon. The yellow-green uniform was really straight, but he was unconscious. There are red beans in the peach and plum fields, which is difficult in my heart. Gu Feng watched carefully and thought: It is reported that militia can make meritorious deeds, but people's lives can't be moved. Think of my poor brother. I haven't heard from him for three years. Golden flowers have missed my brother for a long time. At present, he is also a poor man, and his family has to wear intestines. Help him. I hope one day, my brother will get help at the end of his road. Feng Gu tried his best to hide the "White Army" by delaying. This cave is very secret. The year before last, the Japanese pursued her, but failed to catch up. Bowls of goat's milk and a spoonful of soup, steamed bread and chewed pulp were delivered bite by bite, and they stayed for three days and nights.

"White Army" opened his eyes with tears, and Yang Guang handed over his pocket watch. Feng Gu Liu Mei wrote her words: Look at the people in the door, I don't care about you! I help you lift the millstone, and helping others is helping myself! The "White Army" was busy handing in knives and guns, but it occurred to him that his left arm was drooping and it was difficult to turn over. Feng Gu stepped forward and pulled, with a "ouch" and a click, the big arm and the small arm returned to their respective positions. "Ha ha, a sheep meets a leg of lamb every day, and the tendon dislocation is the best! But this bloody wound ... ""White Army "smiled and asked her to get a bowl of wine, saying that blood knot is the essence of animal blood, which is as hard as stone, and purple blood knot turns into wine. After drinking, my abdomen is like a drum and I have loose bowels. The next day, it was refreshing, like a torch, and Feng Gu forgot to shut her mouth. The "White Army" also asked her to dig up the yellow mud less than three feet. The boy urinated fresh rice noodles, then mended the wound together, wrapped the road gently and shallowly, then pasted honeysuckle leaves and chewed fresh mugwort pulp. That's weird. It broke down in three days. It's just that the wound on the leg is eye-to-eye, so it's difficult to tidy it up for a while.

Feng Gu thinks that if I learn to treat diseases, my neighbors will suffer less. So I pestered the "White Army" to learn acupuncture. It turned out that the "White Army" was a Taoist priest on Longhu Mountain, surnamed Ouyang, and was arrested for praying down the mountain. He is proficient in writing and writing documents, and he will not do evil until he is killed. Fortunately, Feng Gu gave his life to save him. Saving one's life is hard to repay, and giving everything is not negotiable. Fortunately, Feng Gu is as clever as a mouse and as diligent as an ox. I pricked my arm and made soup on my back.

Bright eyes lit up the dark cave, and joy overflowed the green hills. Ha ha! It turns out that Schizonepeta tenuifolia can cure old wounds, and external use of wild peach leaves is necessary. Flowers all over the mountain, grass all over the slope, countless wealth and insufficient treasure. ...

Dad sprained his waist carrying a stretcher and couldn't bear to fall down before the battle. Shuttling through the smoke to grab the wounded, you can't move home. Feng Gu took out the thorn on the back of the silver needle, groped for it, and picked out the white tendon around her waist to squeeze out blood. Dad sat up now, his eyes competing with walnuts in surprise. My daughter hasn't changed clothes for three days, sir. Bless the Buddha! Have pity on your mother, she will die of heatstroke. Aunt Feng talks nonsense as soon as she opens her mouth. It's because the tiger helped the doctor cross the road and was thirsty. I think he has a good shoulder-to-shoulder ability, and he traded our goat milk for advice. Neighbors all like their heart, headache, chest tightness and sciatica. Gu Feng has a wonderful hand to rejuvenate.

In the middle of the night, the fruits of Sangu's victory were stolen, and everyone raised their torches to chase cattle. There is another surprise in the morning. The ugly cow's son disappeared last night, and the village was full of chickens and dogs. A gust of wind blew into the cave in Feng Gu and asked Ouyang Zhanyi for advice on how to save lives. Ouyang twisted his fingers thoughtfully and broke off: the cow was resting in the blacksmith shop in the north, and the boy was crying in the east pocket. Feng Gu arranged in a hurry according to his last words, and later generations divided into two ways to rescue them. Zhong Tianyang, the mother-in-law, laughed till dawn, and everyone brought the cows and babies back. Thank you for praising Feng Gu. Feng Gu just said that there was a master in her dream last night.

The morning glory is green, and Ouyang is becoming more and more refined, like grandma sewing her legs and the fog is transpiration on her head. Ouyang likes a good heart and a high qualification for love. Five lines of gossip's careful prophecy and divination will leave nothing behind.

One day, while meditating in a cave, Feng Gu's eyes flashed, and she saw her internal organs hanging over the meridians. An ethereal picture, fluttering in the clouds. Ouyang Xi cried bitterly, saying that this is rare, and Bian Que has the function of internal vision! I hope Feng Gu will go with him, and one day she will be a chicken among people! Feng Gu doesn't want to live in Jinzhi Town, and he can't bear to come to the mountains to herd sheep. The pepper tree bears walnuts and she is eager to leave her father.

The moonlight shines with water, but the water is unknown. Ouyang left without saying goodbye, leaving a medical record and a book. Gu Feng is full of slopes, and Shilishan Road has nine bends. I only think Ouyang is like a white cloud floating overhead. I remember that he knows how to repay kindness, and he has nothing to hide. Tears are floating in his balls.

In the village, barefoot doctors and small doctors were trained, and Feng Gu was the first to carry the medicine box. Ouyang's book was turned over, and the flowers and plants in the ditch were touched all over, but the villagers' diseases were varied and it was difficult to be comprehensive at the moment. Walking around to see a doctor during the day, cooking oil at night and drilling medical records. Fortunately, my father didn't regard her as his daughter, so he recited many poems and learned a basket of words. A dictionary and a lamp can only see the cock crowing on the wall.

Dare not show divination, dare not mention exorcism I secretly count at night and pray for the happiness of the villagers. Prepare medicine early in the plague, pray for blessings in the fleeting time, accumulate food in the disaster year, and count on good luck with red lanterns. ...

The sun is setting, the trees are dancing, and there is no red on the beams of Guo Dong's house. Five or six people fell down the long ladder, and the evil wind blew and their backs were cold. As soon as Gu Feng's silver teeth were bitten back to his room, yellow paper came to red cinnabar, incense was burned and kowtowed, spells were chanted, and the golden light of the Yin evil rune flashed. Feng Gu jumped up with a symbol in his hand, and quietly climbed the ladder to hang the red cloth. There is a red cloth floating in the ancient gate of Liang, and it is clear to everyone that a chicken doll is called a dog doll to bite, and Feng Gu is stunted. Don't underestimate it!

Flowers bloom again and again on the cliff, and the cliff is red once. On a piece of blue sky, Feng Gu ran all over the beams and gullies, and his hair was stained with frost. ...

Mountain in water, human feelings, Feng Gu's footprints. The golden light is brilliant, and my heart misses the phoenix. ...