Luo Yan Hu does not return

Feng Liyuan's aura became weaker and weaker, and the middle-aged man who could speak Chinese hadn't been seen for a long time. Ge Hong stopped the chief and gestured for a long time, but the chief was confused by him, turned around and walked away.

Fortunately, before reaching the village in Zhaizhong, the middle-aged man rushed back in time. He had a square wooden tube in his hand, which contained clear water. He didn't know what it was for.

"Put him down."

Hanging on Feng Liyuan's arms, Ge Hong slowly put him down. The middle-aged man drank the clear water in one gulp, and then blew violently at Feng Liyuan.

"Master, does this... work for you?" Although the middle-aged man was unattractive, he acted with restraint, and Ge Hong changed his words unconsciously.

"I'm not a master, I'm just helping Mr. Witch Doctor, you should serve him this first."

Ge Hong took a crimson pill, and was about to reach out to take the square tube in front of him, but was stopped by the middle-aged man, "Your Excellency, this is the holy water from the heavenly spring of the witch doctor. Swallowing it will hurt your intestines." Rotten."

"Hey, I see."

Ge Hong withdrew his hand resentfully, and thought to himself: "This Baima Qiang man is always mysterious in his work. Could it be that Brother Feng, who used to hide in the past, also inherited the style of the people here?"

Thinking of this, Ge Hong himself also felt that it was absurd. While shaking his head, he helped Feng Liyuan's half body, stuffed the pill into his mouth, and then pressed it down the throat.

Feng Liyuan on his back was already breathing in but not out, Ge Hong couldn't bear to ask: "Brother, how long do we have to go?"

"It's not far away. I'll take the two of you directly to the residence of Lord Witch Doctor."

The chief left the three of them halfway, and according to the middle-aged man's explanation, he was going to arrange a separate residence for the two of them.

They went all the way to the bottom of the cliff in the deepest part of the village. The witch doctor's residence was located among the green pines and cypresses. The wooden house was erected on high feet. There were medicine gardens all around. Every plant and tree were well arranged. Ge Hongxin said: " It seems that this witch doctor is also a rare scholar in the world."

"Master Witch Doctor, I will send them here." The middle-aged man said leisurely, and quietly disappeared among the shadows of trees. In Chinese, could it be that...this witch doctor is from Han?"

"Sit!" Ge Hong had just crossed the threshold with Feng Liyuan on his back, when there was a steady and deep sound from the room, and he felt a little uneasy for a moment.

"My lord witch doctor, it's very inconvenient for the younger generation to come and bother me, but my elder brother is seriously ill, and that meager knowledge is really useless—"

Ge Hong watched the man come out from behind the screen, stared suddenly, and said in his heart: "Back then, Feng Zhishui and Yuxuanhu were well-known in both places, one was the swordsman Fengliu, the other was Confucianism, and the witch doctor was outstanding. , obviously looks like a Han Chinese, could it be that the jade hanging pot disappeared in the past, but was hidden here?"

The man watched Ge Hong turn Feng Liyuan over, and trembled without demeanor, and said in shock: "He... is really Qinghuan's son?"

Ge Hong nodded, and said in a deep voice: "This person is the son of Feng Zhishui, Feng Liyuan. He was hit by the 'jealous matchmaker' earlier, and...Fanbang's poison|drug, please save him quickly, Senior Xuanhu life."

The man turned a deaf ear to him. Since the moment he saw Feng Liyuan, his eyes had been fixed on his face. Ge Hong could only stand aside, eyes anxious, and it took a long time before he heard the man call out, "Go to the south. That house, fill up the water in the barrel."

"it is good."

Ge Hong glanced back, Feng Liyuan's complexion was bloody, presumably the medicine on the road had worked, and after the critical moment, he ran out and in with confidence.

Throughout the night, Ge Hong was carrying medicine and pouring water. Feng Liyuan soaked in the hot soup overflowing with medicine fragrance, the blood on his cheeks rose and fell, and after about three hours passed, he finally opened his eyes.

Feng Liyuan picked up the layers of herbs in front of him, and the strong bitter taste in the soup came up, almost making him faint.

The night wind was wild, hitting the window lattice.Feng Liyuan was only wearing obscene trousers, and was soaked by the medicinal soup. Ge Hong leaned his head on the edge of the barrel and slept unconsciously. He wanted to spend half the night in the water, but there was no more firewood. people, the water is getting colder.

"Ah Yuan, I took a few casually, you can make do with it first, if you are sleepy... just rest early."

The man's tone was very kind, and his face was slightly familiar, Feng Liyuan couldn't help but said: "Dare to ask what is the name of the senior?"

"My surname is Xue, and my single name is Yiyan."

When Ge Hong came, he had already figured out that this person was a veritable "Jade Hanging Pot". Even in his middle age, he was still handsome and outstanding.

Although Xue Heng's deception made Feng Liyuan quite embarrassed, but no matter what, Xue Heng is still considered a young talent, thinking about it, he only felt that he was dull and did not feel blasphemous.

Feng Liyuan changed into a blue shirt and a crane cloak, and seeing that he was full of energy, Xue Yan waved him to invite him out.

There are too many rumors about the cause of Feng Qinghuan's death, Feng Liyuan never dared to take any kind of speculation seriously, and finally met his father's best friend, so he had endless questions.

However, it was Xue Yan who spoke first.

"Ah Yuan, how long has it been since your father passed away?"

"No more, no less... It's been ten years."

Xue Yan sighed, and then said: "It's all my fault, I don't know...Whether Qinghuan will blame me."

"Senior, what do you mean by this?" Xue Yan took a deep breath, and then said: "You come with me—"

Xue Yan was beside Feng Liyuan, as if floating on the ground, not even a fallen leaf was moved.Feng Liyuan thought in his heart, "Although Ah Heng's lightness kungfu is high, compared with the real Xuanhu seniors, it's still not at the peak. His kung fu... I'm afraid it's three points worse."

When he saw that lonely tomb, all the wild thoughts that had been entangled before disappeared in just a moment.

After many shadows, a line of cold words is engraved on the lonely tombstone, which describes Feng Qinghuan's short and vicissitudes of life.

The tombstone is not far from the beautiful scenery. It is not a pity to be able to sleep in such a place.

Feng Liyuan didn't shed tears, nor sighed. He knelt in front of the stele for a while, kowtowed his head three times, and then got up.

Ten years have passed, and no matter how much sorrow and incomprehension there was, all of them have disappeared.

"Your father was smiling when he left. He has been frank all his life, and owed nothing to anyone except your mother. Of course, leaving his grave here is all because of my own selfishness, which has caused you to find it for so many years. Hard."

Feng Liyuan smiled and sighed: "It's true or false for so many years, the biggest regret of this junior is that I can't afford a place to sleep for my father. Senior helped me fulfill my wish. It's too late to thank me, so how can I accuse me?"

Xue Yan scolded lightly, and said again: "Ah Yuan is not very old, but he has a bit of master's free and easy, unlike Qinghuan, but whenever he encounters obstacles, he must understand, I can't stop him... ..."

"Senior, I was joking. Seeing that I was stubborn, Mr. Sumen never refused to point me out. It is probably because I have been scrambling in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and my skills are not as good as my father. There are too many things that I can't do. There is no other way but to let go. "

Years have passed, and those who could accompany him to talk about the old people were overwhelmed by the giant wheel of the troubled times and gradually disappeared. Xue Yan was deeply moved and couldn't help sighing: "Even though Qinghuan is unique in swordsmanship, he lacks tact Ruyi's way of dealing with the world, otherwise, I won't die young, emptying my youth."

"My mother...is she..."

"Sister Huangfu has a strong personality. That year was the full moon banquet where you were born. During the banquet, Qinghuan learned that I was in trouble in Jiangzuo and had to rush to rescue people overnight. In a rage, Sister Huangfu threw her son at him. After leaving Qinghuan, Qinghuan had no choice but to wander around with you, who was just full moon..."

Feng Liyuan couldn't help laughing as he listened, he didn't feel miserable at all because he "had a father but no mother".

From Xue Yan's words, Feng Liyuan secretly speculated that his mother was probably a rich lady who fell in love with his father Feng Qinghuan at first sight, and then entangled him endlessly. Empathy.

Feng Qinghuan made friends everywhere, and the ones he admired the most were the few celebrities who visited the bamboo forest.At that time, Ji Kang and Lu An "every lovesickness, thousands of miles away", such a love and nature, it is so embarrassing, heart-wrenching, and when a close friend is in trouble, they should travel thousands of miles, day and night.

Feng Liyuan guessed that his mother must have had the short-sightedness of a woman, she couldn't understand his father's righteousness, and she didn't even look down on herself, so she kicked the two out of the house just because of a burst of anger.But if this is the case, why did his father "owe" his mother?

Seeing Feng Liyuan thoughtful and unable to make a sound for a long time, Xue Yan said leisurely: "It's getting late, you just recovered from a serious illness, why don't we go back to the house to rest first."

Feng Liyuan was full of doubts, but finally couldn't suppress it: "Senior, since my mother is from this place, do you know where she is now?"

After Feng Liyuan finished asking, Xue Yan coughed several times, Feng Liyuan was about to step forward to support him, but was quickly stopped by him: "Silly boy, who told you that your mother is from this place?"

Feng Liyuan was stunned for a while, and was speechless for a while, Xue Yan said again: "I remember Qinghuan said that when he returned to Erma Village, the chief insisted on tattooing a horse's head on your foot. It must have been a misunderstanding.”

Feng Liyuan stood stiffly, thinking that this trip was facilitated by Shi Le, and it was a mistake, so explaining it would be cumbersome, Xue Yan saw that he hesitated to speak, so he opened his mouth and said: "Why did your father come to this white horse?" The Qiang people are gracious, it's a long story..."

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Dongping Lu'an served Kang Gaozhi, and every time he missed each other, he traveled thousands of miles, and he was kind to his friends. —— "Book of Jin Ji Kang Biography"