Jingfeng cleared his mind and told Ouyang Lian what he had encountered and heard in Shanzhang Mountain. Of course, he selectively ignored matters related to Bian Yue.
Ouyang Lian was already disgusted with monsters and monsters. After hearing this, he slapped the jade material in his hand heavily on the desk, with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Hmph, I didn't expect that this beast has lived for hundreds of years. Not only is his cultivation level terrifying, but his mind is even smarter than humans. He actually knows how to use Bai Nue to attract cultivators and then kill them all!"
Ouyang Lian said angrily, then turned his head and looked into the distance, looking a little disappointed.
Jingfeng patted Ouyang Lian on the shoulder and comforted him: "Actually, it's also because humans are greedy, but I just want to be happy. Uncle, didn't I come back safely?"
Only then did Ouyang Lian change his expression, clenched his fist and punched Jingfeng's chest lightly.
Seeing this, Jingfeng took out two severed whips and handed them to Ouyang Lian.
"Then I'll have to worry about repairing the royal weapon, uncle."
Ouyang Lian was his senior, so he couldn't neglect his etiquette. Jingfeng still solemnly saluted with clasped fists.
"It's no trouble, just leave it to uncle. I'm not good at fighting, but my skill in refining weapons is still acceptable, hahahaha."
Ouyang Lian waved his hands modestly, suddenly thought of something, and said to Jingfeng: "Didn't you want to learn to refine weapons earlier? When I repair the royal weapon later, you can watch from the sidelines. It will be of great benefit to you to increase your experience."
Jingfeng's face was filled with joy, but he replied tactfully: "Uncle, I have other things to do right away. How about coming to your place later?"
"Haha, whatever you want."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Jingfeng was moved and after greeting Ouyang Lian, he immediately set off for the village chief's house.
The village chief traveled to many places in the wilderness in the early years and made a lot of money. Later, he fell ill and settled here. His house is much richer than that of ordinary villagers.
Standing at the door of the village chief's house, Jingfeng felt a little guilty and uneasy as he recalled what happened before. He took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door.
Ge Yijian's father opened the door. He was also the old housekeeper of the village chief's residence. Since the death of his only son, he had been looking sad all day long, and he looked much haggard.
The moment he recognized that the person coming was Jing Feng, he widened his eyes and gritted his teeth, as if he had seen an enemy.
"What are you doing here?"
"I want to see the village chief."
Jingfeng said straight to the point, "Please give me a message and say that I have a way to save Lian'er."
"You killed my son, why should I help you?"
Butler Ge's eyes were bloodshot and he said bitterly.
"What's the noise so early in the morning?" A questioning voice came from the house, and then a beautiful woman with a good face came over, it was Mrs. Li of the Xu family.
"Madam, this little beast..."
"Mrs. Xu." Jingfeng bowed and called out when he saw that it was the village chief's wife, Xu Qinglian's mother.
Mrs. Xu thought that it was Jing Feng who harmed Lian Er, but even though Jing Feng tried his best to explain, she still couldn't argue.
She stared at Jingfeng, her almond-shaped eyes looking extremely ferocious at the moment.
"What are you doing here? Disappear from my eyes while I can still control myself!"
Mrs. Xu said with a sharp voice and annoyance.
"Mrs. Xu, I have a way to save Lian'er. Please take me to see her."
Jingfeng begged with sincere eyes.
"Hmph, what a joke, save her, what are you going to do to save her? Don't you think it's enough to harm her?"
Mrs. Xu had a look of disdain on her face, and her words were not polite at all.
Jingfeng felt guilty for a long time because of this incident, so he lowered his head and stopped talking.
He thought twice, took out a small jade bottle from his storage bag, and handed it to Mrs. Xu.
"This is the treasure medicine I took in Beikaicheng. The Great Yang Returning Pill can heal any injury no matter how serious it is, as long as there is still life. Please take it to Lian'er!"
Mrs. Xu and the housekeeper looked at each other, obviously a little surprised. Just when she was hesitating whether to take it, a steady voice came from behind her.
"Let him in."
The scenery was pleasant, and I saw an old man approaching here, with a ruddy complexion and full of energy.
"village head."
"Husband."
Mrs. Xu and the housekeeper stepped aside to make way for the man.
Jingfeng's heart was lifted. Is this the village chief? It was so different from the decadent appearance half a year ago that he didn't recognize it at all!
The village chief really had a cold, and he was cured after using fire ginger grass?
While Jing Feng was thinking about it, the village chief looked him up and down for a while, said lightly "come with me", then turned around and walked away without saying a word.
Jingfeng followed the village chief through the front yard and lobby, and then stopped in front of a neat and clean inner room.
Jingfeng saw the village chief stop and hurriedly handed over the jade bottle in his hand.
"This is a treasure pill that can repair the body. It should be able to save Lian'er..."
The village chief put his hands behind his back, but was slow to accept the elixir handed over by Jingfeng.
"Village chief, you don't believe me?"
Jingfeng was stunned and asked in confusion.
"No...that's all. Maybe I shouldn't have brought you in. You'd better leave."
"Why, exactly why?"
Jingfeng's hands trembled slightly, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of frustration in his heart.
"This medicine...can't save Lian'er, please take it back."
Jingfeng's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his eyes were erratic, as if he had received a huge blow.
"What are you talking about? Do you know how hard it took me to bring the medicine back?"
Jingfeng suddenly raised his head, his eyes clearer: "Let me in, Lian'er needs this bottle of medicine!"
"I said it's useless!"
The village chief changed his calm demeanor, suppressed his anger, pointed at Jingfeng and said: "Lian'er has been deeply poisoned and is dying. Even if this medicine can wake her up, it can't get rid of the root cause of the disease! What's more, Lian'er's physical condition is a bit weak special……"
The village chief gasped and said in a daze: "There is only one thing that can save her..."
"What?"
The eyes of the over fifty-year-old man in front of him suddenly dimmed, and he said word by word: "Thousand-year-old Snow Lotus."
Hearing this name, Jingfeng was stunned. It seemed familiar. He seemed to have heard it from his master.
"Is it... the thousand-year-old snow lotus that was born on the top of the Jialian Snow Mountain?"
Jingfeng asked tentatively. The village chief suddenly raised his head, and a glimmer of light ignited in his eyes.
"You, you know?"
Jingfeng was frightened by the village chief's reaction and said hesitantly: "I heard Master say... Legend has it that there is such a magical object that can grow muscles and bones, and turn death into life."
"That's it...yes, it's the only one that can save Lian'er!"
The village chief suddenly grabbed Jingfeng's shoulders and said with great excitement.
"In that case, I will go to Jialian Snow Mountain now!"
Jingfeng just thought for a moment and then decided.
"Wait a minute, Jialian Snow Mountain is far away in Tianqi Ridge. It's extremely dangerous there. How can you go there alone?"
The village chief made a mental guess and stopped him.
"Lian'er once risked his life to save me. For her, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, I am willing to go through it!"
Jingfeng said firmly, with no timidity in his eyes.
"Do you really like Lian'er?"
Bian Yue's figure flashed through Jingfeng's mind for a moment, but he immediately came back to his senses and nodded in agreement.
The village chief looked at the scene and was silent for a long time before he spoke quietly.
"I traveled to Tian Prison Ridge when I was young. You are not qualified to go there yet, but because you are willing, I will allow you to meet Lian'er today."
Jingfeng raised his face, glanced at the village chief gratefully, then walked to the door of the house and opened the door curtain.
Lying on the bed was a girl as quiet as a water lily. She had a meandering appearance, but it made people feel distressed to see her.
He should have spent half of his beautiful years, but now he looks haggard and emaciated. His lips turned dark purple due to the poison, and the dried blood in the wound on his lower abdomen was as black as ink.
Jingfeng felt more and more heartbroken and guilty. The scene of Xu Qinglian standing in front of him and falling into his arms that day was still vivid in his mind. The only thing that gave him any comfort was the flickering true energy in the girl's heart.
He only felt deep self-blame and couldn't help clenching his fists, his nails digging into his flesh without even realizing it.
Looking at his beloved childhood sweetheart, Jingfeng felt filled with sadness and anger. He immediately left the house, glanced at the village chief with a complicated expression, and then left in a hurry.
After leaving the village chief's house, Jingfeng ran out of the village in despair. He held back tears and walked eastward. After a while, he stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house.
"Master...Master!"
Jingfeng's face turned gloomy, and he shouted in confusion. Seeing no answer, he opened the door and walked in.
Jingfeng actually didn't know much about his master. He had been his disciple for as long as he could remember. According to his mother, Jing Jieying, she and her master were old acquaintances.
The master is very handsome, and the mother is also as beautiful as a flower. Jingfeng feels that the two are a good match and has tried to match them up, but the two of them seem to have no feelings for each other.
The master is very mysterious, and the dragon often appears but never ends. Jingfeng doesn't know what the master is busy with, and he is also curious. However, the result of the inquiry is that the master keeps silent, and Jingfeng simply doesn't ask.
The master is very strong, extremely strong. Although he has never taken action in front of Jing Feng, it does not hinder his tall image in Jing Feng's heart.
Just based on his pure temperament, his ever-present appearance of fearing chaos in the world, and his ability to control all of Jingfeng's little thoughts, Jingfeng believed that his master was the best among the best!
Opening the door, a stale smell hit my nostrils, a bit nostalgic, Jingfeng waved his hand to disperse it.
The furnishings in the wooden house are very simple and casual, with a table, a square table and a bed, and nothing else.
The furnishings and scenery in the house are very familiar. There is an incense stick on the altar, and the copper box outside is very exquisite. Jingfeng walked over, gently picked it up, and lit the incense with the candlelight. Then he stretched out his sword finger with his right hand and pressed it on the incense, silently reciting a spell.
In just half a stick of incense, green smoke rose up and filled the room. But soon, the scattered green smoke slowly gathered in front of the scenery. If anyone else was here, they would be extremely surprised——
I saw wisps of green smoke mingling and entwining, and gradually solidifying, forming the appearance of a half-length man. If you look closely, you can see that he is somewhat similar to Master Jingfeng.
Jingfeng's expression remained normal, not surprised at all, as if he was used to this.
He shouted excitedly to the halfling made of blue smoke: "Master, my disciple is back!"
