How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

In a blink of an eye it is summer.

In Zheliu Mountain Villa, the bamboo forest that had been burned by the fire had already been replaced with flowers and plants.It looked like a peony, but it was already past the peony's flowering season; the flower was extremely gorgeous, with blood-red patterns mottled on the snow-white petals, very much like the appearance of human blood splashed on it.

Behind the flower field is the small building where Feng Guoliu is.Feng Heming looked at Xiaozhu across the flower field, and there was a wind blowing towards him from the flower field, carrying the fragrance of flowers.He frowned slightly and took a step back. At first glance, the floral fragrance was as strong as hibiscus, but if he slowed down his breathing, he could smell a bloody smell in the breath.

Feng Heming laughed in his heart, but deliberately did not speak, waiting for the person inside to speak.Feng Guoliu did not live up to his expectations, and smiled softly: "Is it fun outside the Great Wall?"

"Very good. I have also obtained the remnants left in Snow Wolf Castle." Feng Heming answered him across the flower field, "It's just that Sleeping Wolf Lair was destroyed."

"It's okay..." There were several more coughs, still as if the lungs were about to be coughed out.Feng Heming quietly waited for him to cough, and then he heard him say, "Mianlang Cave is just a place where our ancestors used to refine and test medicines. Heming, you just come in. The way of walking is the same as before."

"Yes." Even though he knew he couldn't see, Feng Heming still nodded slightly, stepped into the flower field, and was in a daze for a moment.Feng Heming also closed his eyes, and walked slowly through the flower field according to the layout of the bamboo forest before.

Before he took the last step out of the flower field, he opened his eyes and looked down at the flower roots at his feet.There was a section of snow-white thing exposed in the soil, which was a skeleton, probably not of a cow or horse, or of a human being.

It should be human.

Feng Heming raised his head again, and took the last step out of the flower field.

First of all, although Feng Guoliu is not a Taoist priest, he is still a disciple of Jianmen after all, and he has not been expelled from the gate wall so far. He is considered a half-cultivator of Taoism-the Taoist sect does not eat beef, and there has never been any cattle in Zheliu Villa.Moreover, the bones of livestock can also be boiled for drinking. If it is a human bone, it is not easy to appear directly in the pot.

Therefore, human bones are more suitable for flower fertilizer.

He walked slowly to Xiaozhu's door, knocked on the door before pushing in.Still separated by the gauze curtain, the wind blows through the willows on the bed, and the room smells of incense.Feng Heming carefully identified it, and it was the same smell as the unknown flower outside, but it was too strong, making people lose their sense of smell for an instant.

As a result, the smell of blood hidden behind the fragrance of flowers became stronger.Feng Heming got used to it for a while, then closed the door and walked into the room, and took out the fragmented scroll from his arms.

Feng Guoliu smiled softly: "Heming, you've done a good job." There was a hint of excitement in his voice, but it was very steady when he listened carefully, probably because he had thought of this destined result long ago.However, when Feng Heming was still speculating about him like this, he obviously felt that he was a little bit relaxed——

"Since Gaozu Xun Dao was born, died, and Dao disappeared...the Tao of Immortality has been scattered and twists and turns, and the "Longevity Code" has been lost for thousands of years, and finally reunited in my hand, Xunli!"

So, is he really still excited?

Feng Heming stabilized his mind a bit, then heard Xunli's next words: "Heming, come here."

"..."

The heartbeat suddenly became louder, and since the festering all over his body spread to his face, a gauze curtain was set up in this room, and no one was qualified to step behind the curtain, including Feng Heming.

It seems that he is in a very good mood.Feng Heming lifted the veil calmly, and saw Xunli half leaning on the couch, the smell of bloody flowers became more and more intoxicating, even in such a strong fragrance, Feng Heming still smelled a trace of rancidity .

Why on earth is he still alive?

Such thoughts kept churning in his heart, but there was no emotion on his face, he stepped forward calmly and handed the broken page to his father.His eyes fell on his father's face again, Xun Li was still wearing a veil to cover up the ulcers on his face, he hadn't seen him for a period of time, and there were several ulcerated wounds on his face.If it was an ordinary person, he would probably have died long ago, right?From this point of view, the "Code of Longevity" is indeed a treasure book of life extension, otherwise how could Xunli have survived until now relying on those remnants...

Feng Heming looked at Xunli a few more times.If Xun Li showed it to others, his face must be covered with a veil, probably the more beautiful a person used to be, the more unbearable his disfigurement would be.But thinking about it this way, the elder brother's mother, Esmu, is said to be a peerless beauty, and she ruined that face by herself, isn't she just hiding it?

When Feng Heming was thinking this way, Xun Li suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him.That look was cold and murderous.Feng Heming came back to his senses in an instant, lowered his head and took a step back, kneeling down on one knee:

"Congratulations to my father for fulfilling the great wish of the family... He Ming retires first."

"Ah."

Xun Li's eyes were very calm and he returned to the page, and waved his hand slightly.Feng Heming got up quickly, and before leaving, he suddenly stopped a step: "Father...my child wants to visit mother."

Xun Li raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't speak for a while.After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly:

"You have been away for more than a month, and it's time to see your mother. It's just that she is not in good health, so don't pester her for too long."

"Yes."

A slap is always a sweet date, Feng Heming understands his meaning very well.

The place where Feng Heming's biological mother lives is at the other end of Zheliu Villa opposite Xunli's residence.

The two guards outside the gate of the Moon Cave knelt down to salute after seeing Feng Heming.Feng Heming nodded slightly and signaled the two to get up, and then stepped into the small courtyard behind the Moon Cave Gate.

The small courtyard is quiet, with vines climbing the white walls, creating an extremely clean scene.However, there are tall apricot trees on the trees beside the wall, with dense branches that even grow beyond the wall.The apricot blossoms have already fallen in this season, and there is only a piece of green shade; under the tree is a birdcage more than a foot high, and a thrush jumps up and down in the cage, chirping, making it appear that the yard is not as it seems at first glance. deserted.

And on the branch, there was still an empty birdcage hanging.Feng Heming stared at it for a moment, then stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Mother... I'm back."

"Heming is back?" The woman inside seemed a little surprised, "Come in, let mother see."

Pushing the door open, the woman sat beside the low case by the window and put down the embroidery plate in her hand.Feng Heming glanced at it, and it was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.The woman then smiled: "He Ming is not young anymore, he has been running around for so long to help your father, and he has no time to make love to a girl. Shouldn't it be time to rest for a while?" After she finished speaking, her face still had Smiling, very gentle.Feng Heming also took a closer look at her, his expression was as usual, but there was some joy on his brows.

So Feng Heming only slightly raised the corners of his lips, and took out a small horn hairpin from his sleeve.The hairpin was still brownish red, and the head of the hairpin was carved into a small round ball, with a pendant made of gold and silver hanging underneath: "Mother, I brought this back from Snow Wolf Castle, and said it was for safety. I'll wear it for you." let's go?"

"This……"

Before she finished speaking, Feng Heming had already got up, stood beside her, and reached out to insert the hairpin into her bun.Like chatting, Feng Heming asked again:

"Mother, why is the parrot hanging under the tree gone? I asked someone to twirl its tongue. It should be able to talk."

"Oh, that bird." The woman smiled slightly, "That little thing is so smart, it opened the cage door by itself, and flew away. So now only the thrush is left."

"Then I'll find another parrot another day..."

"No need," the woman replied quickly, "a thrush is enough to relieve boredom."

Feng Heming sat back facing her again: "Mother, it's summer now, and the weather is getting faster. Does the old injury on your arm still hurt?"