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"Why did he go to find Feng Lang again?" Zhou Yi frowned and thought to himself.

You know, just last week, that person also went to Feng Lang's place.

At this time, Ouyang was holding his godson with a smug look on his face, and proudly said: "My mother told me that he went there with the Polygonum multiflorum that my mother bought specially for my father!

When my dad found out, he was furious and called him and scolded him severely.

But later on, it seemed that Master Feng came out to help, saying that he was willing to give our dad a magical hair growth pill, and the matter was finally settled."

At this point, Ouyang nodded thoughtfully, and then analyzed: "In my opinion, my brother was probably worried about Master Feng's white hair, so he tried every means to find these precious medicinal herbs and send them over, hoping to repay his godson's kindness."

Zhou Yi and Zhang Jie next to him exchanged glances, and both of them felt a strange feeling at the same time - there was something fishy about this matter!

After all, they knew Feng Lang's condition very well, and it was not a problem that could be easily solved by medicine alone.

Besides, with Ou Heng's usual style of doing things, when did he become so kind-hearted? Even if he really wanted to deliver the medicine, couldn't he just send someone to deliver it? Why did he have to go there in person?

Not to mention them, even Ou Heng regretted it now. Today was a rare day off, but he didn't rest at home and go play with his godson.

But he actually came to this desolate mountain and wilderness to help Feng Lang, that unworldly guy, to cultivate the land and grow herbs.

Thinking of this, Ou Heng couldn't help but feel extremely annoyed. He even wondered if he had lost his mind for doing such a ridiculous thing.

Senior Brother Qing walked over slowly, and when his eyes fell on Ou Heng, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Ou Heng was wearing an exquisite and well-ironed suit, but his feet were wearing a pair of leather shoes covered with mud. He was holding a hoe tightly in his hand and was digging a hole with all his might.

At one side, fellow apprentice Feng Lang was lying leisurely on an antique rocking chair, with several lifelike paper figures beside him holding fans and swaying gently, bringing him gusts of cool breeze.

What was even more surprising was that a paper man carefully handed a piece of durian worth hundreds of yuan to Feng Lang's mouth, and Feng Lang chewed the flesh with a look of enjoyment.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Qing couldn't help but twitch his lips fiercely, and secretly sighed in his heart: "This is really a weird picture!"

He said to Feng Lang with a hint of sarcasm: "It's amazing that you can now eat such expensive food that costs over a hundred yuan."

After saying that, Senior Brother Qing shook his head helplessly, sighed softly, and still couldn't help asking, "Xiao Feng, thirty years of life are gone just like that, do you really not regret it?"

After Feng Lang heard what his senior brother said, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he responded: "Senior brother, look at my appearance now, do I look like I regret it at all?"

Then, he sat up a little straighter, looked into the distance with a determined gaze, and continued, "I used thirty years of my own life in exchange for my junior sister and her child to live a hundred years. This deal is an extremely cost-effective deal no matter from which angle you look at it."

At this moment, there was no regret in Feng Lang's eyes, only full of gratitude and satisfaction.

"As long as Junior Sister and her child can live in peace and health, I will be extremely relieved. Moreover, as you said, I can now taste over a hundred kinds of food, so how can I say that I am losing money?"

Feng Lang looked at Senior Brother Qing with a smile, and that smile was as bright as a flower blooming in spring.

“Before this, life had been quite difficult, even tight.

It would be fine for me, but I have caused trouble for my senior brothers who live down the mountain. In order to prevent me from starving to death, they have to live this hard life with me. It’s such a sin to think about it!

But now it’s all good, everyone finally doesn’t have to bear this heavy burden of mine anymore.” Feng Lang couldn’t help but sigh with deep emotion.

"Besides, Brother, I owe Miaomiao this.

To me, she is as important as my family. Please stop asking me if I regret it, because I know very well that if I didn't help her at that time, if Miaomiao really had any misfortune, I would really regret it. "

Feng Lang continued speaking with a determined look on his face, and handed Brother Qing a large durian.

Senior Brother Qing was stunned for a moment when he heard his words, but then he couldn't help laughing out loud: "You are right. At the beginning, Master and us senior brothers,

The reason why we didn't stop you from saving people, and even gave you all our treasures, is because we understand and support your choice. If that's the case, how can we regret it?"

"Now that I see you like this, I feel relieved. Your brothers down the mountain have also been devoted to you. Just bear with it for ten years.

Almost all of their wealth has been spent on you. You are a man who is not short of money, but you have become an ascetic because of you. None of the seven brothers have started a family yet. "Brother Qing also had to admire their dedication to Feng Lang.

"It's not good to say about your fate. It's really not that good and quite miserable. But it's also true to say it's good. You've met a lot of noble people." Senior Brother Qing looked at him and said. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

Feng Lang agreed very much. He remembered all of this, but he also knew that he would not be able to return the money. However, he would do his best to protect them for the rest of his life.

"Brother, thank you for picking me up. You saw my fate from the beginning and still picked me up. If it weren't for you, I would have died a long time ago." Feng Lang looked at him and said.

"What are you talking about? Can I watch you die in front of me? And if I don't save the infant, I will be courting my own destruction." Senior Brother Qing took a bite of the durian and said, "It's been a long time since I had something so delicious."

"Not long ago, that is, I haven't eaten since you brought me back." Feng Lang looked at him and smiled.

Senior Brother Qing couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "How much can you use now?"

"More than a thousand." Feng Lang said truthfully.

"That's fine. It's enough for you to get married. But that's not right. Your wife should be richer than you." Senior Brother Qing looked at Ou Heng thoughtfully.

Feng Lang didn't know what he was talking about.

"You have figured out that my wife is richer than me. Are you so sure that I will have a wife?" Feng Lang thought that he only had 34 years left to live, and planned to retire in a Taoist temple.