A dilapidated mansion, covered with moss, with the words "Qingfengguan" vaguely visible. They said goodbye and never returned. Feng Jiandao caressed the stone lion in front of the door. The memories of the past came to him, and the feelings in them were so complicated that he could no longer describe them.
"Master, didn't we go to Wu Mei Mountain to visit your old friend? Where is this place?"
"Wumei Mountain and this place are like twin brothers. One of them is in the south of the mountain, and the other is in the north of the mountain. I have old friends in the south of the mountain, and naturally there are also some in the north of the mountain. You come with me."
He dusted off the door bolt and pushed open the door. Although the door bolt was covered with dust, there were a few places that were particularly clean, as if someone had been here. Qingfeng Temple was once prosperous and had a large number of disciples. At its peak, there were more than a hundred people. However, after the bloody battle of Lao Lin, the number of people decreased day by day. It’s no surprise to revisit my hometown.
He passed through the main hall, where there were overgrown weeds. He Meisheng was completely submerged in the weeds, and the height was just up to Feng Jiandao's waist. He Meisheng was panicking and clutched his master's sleeve tightly. Finally, he stopped in front of a door with a plaque on it that said "Baicao Hall".
When his master built the Baicaotang in Qingfeng Temple, he vaguely remembered that there were some rare medicines hidden in it. He once met Qi Yangzi, and his master said that this was a good medicine that could save people in danger. He opened the door, and under the sunlight, the dust poured out like dots, causing He Meisheng to cough violently.
He walked to the medicine cabinet. The wood here was in disrepair and had a musty smell. He glanced left and right again, turned his palm and put the hilt of the sword directly against the cabinet door. He saw the screen in the middle pop up, and an iron The door is exposed. There was a mechanical lock on the iron door. He had seen his master open it in the past, but he tried many times and could not open it.
Feng Jiandao was upset in his heart, why he took the risk to come back and reached this point, but couldn't even open the door.
"Master, can you let me see it?"
"How could you?"
"I don't know how, but you might as well let me have a look." She observed carefully, gently stroking every detail with her fingertips, trying to find flaws.
"Here..." Her fingertips stopped at a slight groove in the machine lock, "There seems to be a gap."
Feng Jiandao took a closer look and found a gap. He slowly turned the lock and saw the iron door slowly opening, revealing an empty cabinet.
"All gone." In fact, Feng Jiandao had expected it a long time ago. How could these rare things be left behind when people left the building empty.
The purpose of this trip, Feng Jiandao only told He Meisheng that he was taking her to meet his old friend in Wu Meishan. In order to let her meet his good disciple, he would also give her some pointers. But not a word was mentioned about her illness.
Now he has brought her here again. The furnishings here clearly used to be a pharmacy. It is possible that he came here to find medicine for her. If so, is her illness so serious that even the usual medicine doesn't work, so she has to come here?
"Are you looking for medicine?" She wanted to ask him if he was here for her, but she still endured it.
Feng Jiandao was greatly disappointed. It was just an excuse to go to Wu Mei Mountain, but it seemed that he had to go there this time.
The trees on both sides of the mountain road are green and swaying in the wind. He Aotian climbed up the stairs and saw the gate of Mount Wumei.
I saw an old man in a green robe sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door. He stepped forward and asked, "Brother, may I ask if there was ever a disciple named He Meisheng here."
The old man didn't answer.
he asked again.
The old man regarded it as nothing, and just swept the floor without saying a word.
He Aotian was so angry that he went through all kinds of hardships and slept in the open air. He finally came here and asked for directions. This man was so unruly and he cursed angrily: "You are an old man who will never die."
The old man still didn't respond, as if he was not in this world.
He was filled with anger and kicked him. The old man rose into the air and dodged his attack easily. The hat he was wearing slipped off, and He Ao had a clear look at his face. His eyes were actually empty—he was actually a blind man.
He thought to himself, even a blind man is so good at martial arts. It seems that this place is definitely not in the pool. No wonder the child wants to come here. Be careful with yourself.
So he bypassed the old man and walked inside. The road was smooth and there were no disciples from the sect guarding it, which was strange.
He went straight into the main hall and saw the words "Wumei Hall". There was no one around. He was really tired. When he saw the food on the table, he started to wolf it down.
"Who is this person coming from? It's so unreasonable."
He followed the sound and unexpectedly saw that person.
"Is it you?" He Aotian's voice trembled.
"What are you doing here?" Lin Meizhi asked.
"I came to look for my daughter, could it be you -" He Aotian didn't dare to imagine that it was He Meisheng who came to look for him.
"What am I?" Lin Meizhi looked confused.
"You don't remember me?" he asked.
Lin Meizhi shook her head.
Back then, Lin Meizhi took a little boy over one year old and gave it to He Aotian to raise.
"Did my daughter come to see you? Since you gave her to me back then, why would you want to go back?" He couldn't figure it out. Mei Sheng had never left Liuzhou Mansion, so how could he know that this person was in Wuhan? Meishan, is it just a coincidence? How could there be such a coincidence?
It turned out to be him. She was startled.
"The child is not with me." After she said that, she looked around to make sure there was no one else, and then asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Of course he couldn't tell her what happened.
"It's really not with you?"
"Since I gave the child to you, I will never take it back again. I keep my word." He still couldn't fully trust her answer. Although this person was cruel, he could abandon his own flesh and blood back then. If you still can't keep it, you'll have to go back.
He had to look for it with his own eyes.
"Master, the ceremony is about to begin. All the elders and brothers have arrived at the altar. Please move." The visitor is a female disciple of the Wu Mei Sect.
"Headmaster Lin?" He never thought that that little girl was the headmaster of the Wu Mei Sect back then, and said, "Headmaster just goes about his business, I will go find her myself."
Lin Meizhi waved her hand to signal her disciples to leave.
"What do I have to say before you believe it?"
"Bring me the roster," he said.
She explained: "In recent years, the sect has not accepted any female disciples aged thirteen or fourteen."
"Your disciples are all gathered at the altar now. I'll find out if I go and take a look." He wanted to give it a try to see if she dared to let him show up.
"No need, sir. I'm grateful for your righteous deeds back then. I have some money here to express my gratitude." Lin Meizhi saw that he was ragged and hungry, so she thought of giving him some money.
Unexpectedly, it actually worked. After He Aotian accepted the money, he went down the mountain happily. In this way, it doesn't matter that He Meisheng will never die. He has the money of his own, so he can live happily and stop gambling.
"Mother--" A girl who looked like thirteen or fourteen trotted towards Lin Meizhi, surrounded her affectionately, and said coquettishly, "Everyone is waiting impatiently. They all say that I am the only one who can invite mother."
She used her hand to hook her daughter's nose and tried to force out a smile. In her heart, she was reciting those three words - He Meisheng. It turns out that her name is He Meisheng now.
