Go to the appointment at noon, and return at sunset In the evening, the sunset is red and crimson water streaks are reflected on the sparkling surface of the lake.
Feng Feiyun walked through the lake, through the bamboo forest, and walked back to the cave step by step.
I opened the formation and walked in. swish A finger of spiritual light popped out of the finger, and the spiritual light burned, turning into a source of fire, and lighting an oil lamp.
A lamp is like a bean, and the dim light illuminates the space in the cave faintly.
A stone bed, a stone table, or four stone chairs, nothing else.
On the cold stone bed lay a thin man, dressed in cloth clothes, his face was pale, as if he had heard a sound, he slowly opened his eyes, showed a hint of joy, and said, "You have finally come back alive." ” The voice was as weak as a mosquito chirping.
"You're finally alive until I come back."
Feng Feiyun's voice was also unusually weak, as if it was stuck in his throat.
The person lying on the stone bed was Murong Tuo, in order to help Feng Feiyun break through the realm, he exchanged four catties of blood for a two-thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.
Feng Feiyun didn't come because he didn't have friends, but he already regarded Murong Tuo as his first friend.
"Haha" Murong Tuo laughed in a low voice, and with a smile and a smile, he stuck in his throat again, shrunk his already thin body, and felt some chills on his body.
A person who has lost too much blood will feel cold in his body to some extent, just like Feng Feiyun also feels extremely cold at the moment.
Feng Feiyun took out the eight-hundred-year-old calamus in his arms, which was given by the third prince of the Great Food Country, and it had an extraordinary effect on people who had lost too much blood.
Feng Feiyun planted one of the iris grasses, and then carefully fed them to Murong Tuo's mouth, and then put the remaining seven iris grasses on Murong Tuo's pillow.
"The eight-hundred-year-old calamus is too medicinal too strong, if you take one tablet a day, after eight days, the body will definitely be able to heal."
Murong Tuo's eyes were dark and bright, maybe his eyes were already bright, or maybe because he had taken a piece of calamus, and his body also had some strength, and said, "Thank you." ” "I should have thanked you."
Feng Feiyun sat quietly on the edge of the stone bed, biting his lip tightly, leaning sideways, and secretly pinching the dantian's seat with one hand.
It wasn't until half an hour later, when Murong Tuo's face was already a little bloody, that Feng Feiyun took out the second-grade Wuhuadan and gave it to him.
This second-grade Wuhua Dan is a healing elixir, which melts in the mouth, and Murong Tuo's whole person is wrapped in the light of the elixir, and his body exudes a strong medicinal fragrance.
"Bang" At the same time, Feng Feiyun could no longer hold on, fell to the ground with his head up, fainted, and a trace of blood escaped from the dantian, dyeing his clothes red.
He was indeed injured a long time ago, especially in the duel with Gu Qing.
Gu Qing is too powerful, even if he uses a spirit weapon, he may not be able to block that peerless level sword technique, Feng Feiyun can only have a chance of winning with a move that hurts both sides.
Gu Qing's sword pierced into the dantian, although it was blocked by the corpse palace of the female demon, but it had already shocked Feng Feiyun's vitality, and it was only with a strong willpower that he could walk back in one step.
Otherwise, he would have died on top of the martial arts tower.
Murong Tuo slowly sat up from the stone bed, looked at Feng Feiyun who was unconscious on the ground for a long time, his fingers were pinched into sword tricks, and he hesitated for a long time, and finally put it away.
Lay back down The night became a bit bleak and full of unknowns.
When Feng Feiyun woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day, and the warm sunlight was shining in from outside the cave, but at this moment he was lying on a stone bed, with a straw quilt on his body.
The wounds on the dantian area of the abdomen were also cleaned and bandaged, and even the wounds on the shoulders, chest, and legs were covered with herbs, but the wounds on the inner thighs still felt painful.
"Murong Tuo, this guy" Feng Feiyun shook his head and smiled slightly.
Feng Feiyun's cultivation is an immortal phoenix body, and his body recovers extremely quickly, ten times that of ordinary people, and he doesn't need any healing elixir at all, he can recover by himself.
After two days of recuperation, the injury has recovered three or four layers, which is definitely a terrifying recovery in the eyes of ordinary people.
Out of the cave, there is a green lake, and there are green bamboos rising from the ground, the bamboo may be because it has absorbed too much aura, and it is transparent and crystal like jade.
Murong Tuo took calamus and a second-grade Wuhua Dan, after two days of cultivation, his body has recovered a lot, and a few freshwater fish came to the lake, burning bamboo leaves, and were grilling fish.
On top of the bamboo branches, a row of iron chisels was swinging, and sometimes some ingredients he got from nowhere, simple tools, and a few simple ingredients, but the aroma of grilled fish drifted far away, so that Feng Feiyun couldn't help but sniff his nose.
It can't be said that Murong Tuo is indeed very chef-like "You often eat barbecue at night," Feng Feiyun slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.
Murong Tuo sat on the ground, with a slight smile on his yellow and thin face: "I've been hungry since I was a child, if I hadn't found food by myself, I would have starved to death." ” He handed a futon woven of bamboo leaves to Feng Feiyun.
This futon is very finely woven and is divided into three layers, which is very comfortable to sit on.
"By the way, I've never heard of your family, can you tell me" Feng Feiyun smiled.
Murong Tuo's face suddenly became a little unnatural, and he was silent, just flipped the grilled fish in his hand, and said after a long time: "I don't have a home." ” "How can a person not have a home" Feng Feiyun said "For as long as I can remember, everyone has said that I am a little mongrel, including my brother, including my father, even those servants call me like this, only my mother will not call me Tuo'er, such a family, don't do it."
Murong Tuo's hand was clenched tightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his mouth.
"Aren't you your father's own?"
said Feng Feiyun.
"No biological father would call his son a mongrel, not to mention that he is still the famous Marquis of Shaking Heaven, Murong Chengde."
Murong Tuodao.
"You are the son of the Marquis of Earthquake Heaven," Feng Feiyun's face was slightly happy.
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"No, he never regarded me as his son, and I never regarded him as a father, I only have a mother in my heart, only a mother, never a father" He kept repeating this sentence.
Feng Feiyun said again: "Is your mother the eighth concubine who shook the sky?"
Murong Tuo exclaimed: "How do you know?"
Feng Feiyun smiled, it turned out that he was Liu's own son, could this be the legendary fate "It's a pity that my mother has been sick and dead for three months, and when she was dying, she asked me to learn everything anyway and become a great treasure hunter, otherwise I would be sorry for her spirit in the sky."
Murong Tuodao.
Feng Feiyun originally planned to tell him that he actually had a father, but after hearing this, he took back what he was about to say, after all, he had just died of his mother, and if he learned the news of his biological father's death, he would probably be even more sad.
"I'll help you."
Wind Flying Cloud Road.
"You can help me fulfill my mother's last wish," Murong Tuo said.
"You are a natural spirit, it is not difficult to become a great treasure hunter, you are just a cultivation book that a treasure hunter should have."
Feng Feiyun slowly took out a corner of the Eight Magic Scrolls from the Boundary Spirit Stone, but quickly put it back.
Feng Feiyun felt sorry for Liu Qinsheng and wanted to make amends for his son, but instead of passing on a divine book like the Eight Skill Scrolls to him now, he had to wait until he had laid a solid foundation.
If Feng Feiyun knew that the eight concubines who shook the sky did not die of illness, but died in the hands of Ji Cangyue, I don't know how he would feel If Feng Feiyun knew that the real Murong Tuo had also died in the hands of Ji Cangyue, I don't know how he would feel: