After walking for more than eighty miles, I found no other buildings.
I also asked the herb collector, and he clearly told me that there were no other courtyards nearby.
After returning to the dilapidated temple house and tossing and turning unable to sleep, Feng Ziyue decided to explain to the old man, took out the prescription and asked what the revenge medicine was.
It’s late at night and I can’t sleep,
Come to the window and see the flowers and plants growing quietly in the yard, the sky is exceptionally bright and shining, and the air in the mountains is extremely cold.
In the courtyard, there were still people patrolling in twos and threes with red lights. A few big birds stood on the eaves and stared at Feng Ziyue, pondering.
Feng Ziyue closed the doors and windows for fear of an accident, so she didn't dare to sleep on the bed and slept under the bed until dawn.
I fell asleep in a daze until the sun was high in the sky, birds were chirping, and snoring was everywhere. While I was sound asleep, I was woken up by the sound of voices.
Looking sideways, he stuck his head out and smiled. He saw a room full of people looking and talking, and heard someone say,
Bros,
Why did this person suddenly run away? Was he taken away by a wild beast?
Someone replied, I don’t think the doors and windows inside the house are in good condition. I guess this person has an unknown origin and must use some evil magic to make himself invisible.
He is secretly searching for our gold, silver and jewelry in the dark. Maybe he is a thief.
They talk about everything,
Feng Ziyue rubbed her eyes and rested her head on her wrists. She turned sideways and watched their discussion happily. She felt tired all over and had to go to the toilet with her bloated stomach.
A little anxious, I jumped out from under the bed. I was wearing a big robe and my hair was messy. I stood in the middle of the room and smiled at everyone.
The five or six people in the room were so frightened that they shouted, "Hell, hell, hell!"
People jumped out of the windows and climbed onto the beams. There was a loud clanking noise in the house, which alarmed the people in the courtyard. People panicked and thought something had happened.
They picked up big knives and gathered around the door.
At this time, Feng Ziyue, with disheveled hair, arrived at the door and bumped into a herb gatherer. The other person didn't look at him carefully. He was shorter and didn't see his head.
At that time, Ouch, ghost, ghost was frothing at the mouth and fell to the ground unconscious. The people behind him didn't know what happened. In panic, he raised a wooden stick and beat him.
He woke up the medicine collector who fell to the ground and ran away screaming.
Seeing their miserable state, Feng Ziyue pretended to pick up a stool and mingled with the crowd, shouting,
Where are the ghosts, fight the ghosts, fight the ghosts,
Someone with sharp eyes noticed him and said, "Oh, the shadow he has is a human being, not a ghost."
Everyone left and watched carefully from a distance, looking at him like a monkey. The farce ended while watching.
The old man and his people also arrived. After listening to his story, everyone burst into laughter, then turned and left.
After Feng Ziyue finished washing and had breakfast, she went to the front yard to look for the old man. She searched twice but found no one.
A young man said,
Master, he just went out to collect herbs in the mountains. He will probably be back in the afternoon.
Feng Ziyue was leisurely wandering around the courtyard, walking to the herbs and smelling the scent of the medicine. There was a pure natural and pollution-free medicinal fragrance.
I wandered around and approached a door with a plaque in the courtyard. There was no word on the plaque and I pushed the door into the house. I saw many standing cabinets and windows filled with rocks and wood carvings.
There are also several sparkling emerald jewels,
After looking through the whole house, I didn't find any herbal or medicine-related items. The two open houses are connected by a door.
There is a portrait hanging on the wall by the window on the left. It is obvious that there is only an outline. Feng Ziyue looked familiar and looked like Fang Qingbo, which is a bit interesting.
How could anyone draw her?
He shook his head and muttered that judging who it was based on an outline was purely imaginative. He was overthinking it.
There is a writing desk next to the portrait,
Complete pen, ink, paper and inkstone,
Feng Ziyue sat on a chair and looked at the scene in the house and thought, the old man knows medical skills, why is there no medicine in the house?
With my mind agitated, I got up and went to the desk, picked up a paintbrush and started to draw wildly. Suddenly I felt that in addition to learning martial arts and spells, I was also a master of art.
I entertained myself while looking at the paintings. I nodded with satisfaction. I like this abstract painting very much. The artistic conception is very strong and I can’t understand it. The paintings are all erratic.
When Feng Ziyue was feeling proud, someone suddenly spoke from behind. The painting was pretty good, and it was very suitable to be hung at the door to ward off evil spirits.
He turned around suddenly and saw the old man staring at him happily,
oops,
Why did this old man come back so mysteriously? There is a conspiracy, so be careful.
May I ask when the old man will return?
I heard from your disciple that you went to collect herbs and came back in the afternoon.
The old man with a wiry beard said, I forgot to pick up the medicine bag halfway, so I came back to pick it up, and I happened to meet you showing off your skills in abstract painting.
Feng Ziyue said, "Old man, I walked into the house accidentally. I had no other intention. Please believe me."
The old man smiled and said, "People come in and out of the young man's house, regardless of master, servant or outsider.
Come, come, come and sit down,
The two made tea and chatted, and he secretly observed the old man. The old man showed no unwillingness at all. He kept looking at him calmly with a smile. He seemed to be restless for some reason.
Feng Ziyue said, "Excuse me, old man, I have been living in the house as an outsider for a few days. Why don't you ask me my name?"
The old man laughed and said that meeting each other in passing is fate. Human nature is good and there is no need to know too much.
Didn't you ask me my name?
After hearing this, Feng Ziyue thought to herself,
Hey, hey, I'm so angry. I was just about to ask him his name, but the old man blocked my mouth with a seemingly ordinary sentence. I couldn't ask who he was at all.
Feng Ziyue thought to herself, this old man is definitely not simple. From the outside, he looks like an ordinary person. But underneath, you don't know how deep he is.
Feng Ziyue said cheerfully, what the old man said was too profound, and I didn’t understand it because of my lack of knowledge, but I know you are a learned and talented person.
It's my honor to meet the old man,
The old man with his wiry beard laughed and said, "Young man, you are very good at talking. I can hear there is something in your words."
Are you looking for me for something?
The more Feng Ziyue heard the old man talking like this, the more uneasy she felt. Now she didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend.
I didn’t dare to take out the prescription and ask.
Thinking of Bai Langzhong mentioning it as a revenge medicine, I felt that the connotation was too profound. The old man was also very mysterious and was afraid of causing trouble.
Feng Ziyue rolled her eyes while holding the tea bowl. He wanted to check again whether there were any ruined temples nearby.
He smiled and asked, "Old man, I have something to ask. Is there any ruined temple or abandoned manor in this mountain?"
The old man said that there are no manors or ruined temples in the three hundred miles of primeval forest near the young man.
As soon as he finished speaking,
The window inside the house suddenly clicked, and a red light flashed. The two of them looked at it.
I saw portraits of people hanging on the wall, with many holes punched out by sand and stones.
The old man walked forward quickly and took down the painting, muttering, "It's a good painting, but the wind blew it all over my body and it was so painful that it couldn't be healed."
You will be misunderstood and jump into the Yellow River to the point where you can’t wash yourself away.
Feng Ziyue heard this in confusion.
He hurriedly stepped forward to persuade me that it didn’t matter if a painting was broken, I could just paint a few more, so why should I blame myself?
The old man looked at the two of them and looked at each other for three seconds. Okay, okay, you are right. We are destined to read the latest chapter of "Wu Wu Jiang Hu Zhao Bookstore" for free as soon as possible.
