Xu Qingchen returned to the Thorn Gate and worked hard all day without touching the ground. It wasn't until after dinner that she had time to meet her acquaintances in the gate.
Xiong San was sent outside by Agarwood Branch. He was not in the door, and the only one worth visiting was Yang Fan.
Yang Fan's condition was very bad. His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets were black, and his lips were pale. He was a handsome young man now looking like a mummy.
"Brother Yang, why are you so sick?" Xu Qingchen asked with concern.
Although the temperature is lower in the mountains, it is July after all, and I am covered in sweat even if I move casually. But even though it was so hot, the windows of Yang Fan's room were still closed. He was sitting at the table drinking medicine with a blanket wrapped around him.
Hearing Xu Qingchen's inquiry, he put down the medicine bowl and smiled bitterly: "I get sick several times every year, and this is the second time this year." Kanshu La
Xu Qingchen doesn't have many friends, and he cares very much about the people around him.
"What did the doctor say?"
"What else can I say? Take medicine and recuperate. It has been like this for so many years."
"Can't tuberculosis be cured?"
Yang Fan shook his head: "The miracle doctors in Yaoxian Valley can cure all kinds of strange poisons and diseases, but they can't do anything about tuberculosis."
"Then...have you ever thought about retiring from the world and going home to rest?"
"I have thought about it, but what Sect Master Shen is doing now is the unfinished business of the old Sect Master. If it were not for the old Sect Master, I would have died a few years ago. I am very satisfied with the extra few years. Rather than go home and be silent Waiting to die, it is better to repay the kindness of the old sect master before dying."
Xu Qingchen advised: "It's a good thing that you repay your kindness, but your body really can't hold you back."
Yang Fan had an open-minded smile on his face: "In the early years, I practiced martial arts just to prolong my life. My master once told me that there is a set of mental methods called 'Dzogchen' that can alleviate my symptoms. If you practice well, Maybe I can get to the roots. I have been searching for those few years, and later, I figured it out. Without this set of exercises, it was just Master finding a reason to live. Qingchen, everything that can survive I’ve tried all the ways to get down, so you don’t need to persuade me.”
Xu Qingchen fell into deep thought. After a long time, he said, "I know the Dzogchen mind you mentioned..."
Yang Fan's eyes instantly ignited with light, but then went out again. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You don't have to lie to me, I don't need any excuse now."
Xu Qingchen explained: "No, there really is such a set of exercises. My master said it."
Yang Fan sat up straight: "Don't fool me, my bones can no longer withstand the torture."
"How could I have the intention to lie to you? Our sect's skills focus on dismantling, and we have studied the martial arts of various sects. My master did say that there is such a mental method, but this mental method is not easy to practice. Moreover, it has no other function except to strengthen the body, so few people practice it, and it is gradually lost. I heard that it is a martial art of the Xunzhen Sect."
"Xunzhen Sect?" Yang Fan murmured, "Didn't this sect disappear decades ago?"
Xu Qingchen said firmly: "At least it proves that there is this set of exercises. Brother Yang, you should rest early. When the recent affairs are over, I will personally help you find this set of exercises."
Regarding Xu Qingchen's kindness, Yang Fan did not shirk: "Okay, then my brother's life is in your hands."
When Xu Qingchen said there was such a set of exercises, Yang Fan did have a little hope, but this hope did not last long. He knew that he only had a few days to live, and it would be a luxury to live for another year. In one year, Xu Qingchen would not be able to find this thing at all. Even if he found it, could he learn it?
However, Xu Qingchen had an idea, which already made Yang Fan feel happy.
It is a blessing that there are still people who care about their own life and death throughout this life.
…
Everything that Xu Qingchen went through in the northwest was already known to Agarwood, but this did not help at all except making the events back then seem even more confusing.
Xu Zhenbiao is dead, Qin Zhiyang is also dead, and the two people who initiated the siege and suppression have passed away, but the real mastermind behind the scenes has not left a trace.
Agarwood felt very tired. Her body, which was overwhelmed by the drugs, and her brain, which was forced to work, made her sleepy and restless. She is not suitable to fight with others, nor is she suitable to lead people. She has been forcing herself to do these things for these years.
She sat on a chair by the window, looking at the moon in the sky, her hands tucked into her sleeves, gently stroking a small seal.
The seal is engraved with the word "month" in small seals.
She was a little impatient. She didn't have much time. But at this moment, both Changfenglou and the Bai family stopped moving.
After so many years, she didn't know how many more years she would have to wait.
She couldn't wait a few more years, her body wouldn't allow it.
…
It was late at night, and a prison van was driving slowly on the mountain road. The driver was a big man with a sinister face, and there were several big men with knives guarding him.
There were four people in the prison car. They were all well-dressed and looked like they were all practitioners, but they were all chained up and had many injuries on their bodies.
A handsome young man in gray clothes was leaning in a corner, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
The mountain road was not flat, and the wheels accidentally hit a stone. The violent bumps shook the prisoners. This shock woke up the young people.
He rubbed his aching head and opened his eyes. The sight in front of him was beyond his expectation. He looked around with confusion. He thought for a long time, but still didn't understand his situation, so he shouted loudly: "Where are you? Who are you?!"
A man with a knife slapped the young man with his scabbard and said viciously: "Shut up! Are you looking for death?!"
There was an angry look on the young man's face: "You are looking for death, aren't you?"
"The boy has a tough mouth! Open the car door, I'll kill him first!"
After saying this, the carriage stopped, and someone was looking for the key to the prison car's cage. A man of about the same age next to the young man sneered and said to him: "You have done us a lot of harm. You always make trouble at critical moments. It's really unlucky to know you."
The young man looked at him with confusion on his face: "Do I know you?"
An older prisoner said impatiently: "Why do you care about him? This kid is definitely sick!"
The young man became angry and was about to curse a few words when the door of the cage was opened and a big hand grabbed his collar and pulled him out.
The young man fell out of the cage and couldn't stand up for a while because his hands were locked.
The big man pulled out a steel knife, pointed it at the young man's head, and said viciously: "You are the most skillful kid! I'll just chop you down! Don't wait until the boss gets angry!"
After saying that, he raised his steel knife and slashed at the young man.
The young man reacted quickly, blocking the steel knife with the chain on his wrist, and then kicked it out, hitting the big man in the abdomen. While kicking, clamp the blade firmly with both palms. The big man was kicked two meters away. The young man threw the steel knife into the air, held the handle of the knife with one hand, and leaned forward to strike at the top of the big man's head. The big man had no time to react and his head was cut in half.
All this happened so fast, neither the people in the prison car nor the people escorting them expected such a result.
The big men who reacted drew their weapons and charged at the young man. Although the young man's hands were restrained, he still effortlessly eliminated the enemies in front of him. Even the two who were about to run away were stopped and killed by him. .
The prisoners were dumbfounded and shouted: "Brother! Get us out!"
The young man ignored them and searched for the keys on the bodies.
After finding the key, he first untied the iron rope from his hand, then walked to the cage and asked with a cold face: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged prisoner was also confused: "We have been together for half a month, and you don't recognize us?"
"Nonsense, do I still ask after knowing you?"
The middle-aged prisoner explained patiently: "We met in Huizhou half a month ago, and then we came here together. But we were robbed by gangsters on the way. Originally, we could deal with these people. You are very skilled, so you can be no problem. But. In the middle of the beating, you suddenly covered your head, and then we were caught."
The young man felt a little headache, and he couldn't remember anything about it before. I don't know who I am, and I don't know what I want to do.
My head feels like a ball of mush.
He seemed impatient and threw the key into the cage, then walked to the driver's seat of the carriage, where there was a package. He vaguely remembered that the package contained his own belongings.
In the package were four weapons and some silver coins. He took out some silver coins and his eyes fell on the long sword.
This sword seems to be his own.
He picked up the long sword and pulled out a section with his left hand. In the faint moonlight, he saw two words engraved on the sword's spine.
"Feng Yi..." he murmured.
At this time, his eyes fell on his left arm, where three words were tattooed.
"Li...Feng Lan?" The young man thought for a while and said to himself, "Who is it?"
The other three people had already untied their restraints, and they also walked to the package to look for their own things.
The young man pulled the middle-aged man over and asked, "What am I doing here with you? And who am I? And who is Li Fenglan?"
The middle-aged man replied patiently: "You came here with us to make a fortune."
"How to make a fortune?"
"Half a month ago in Huizhou, the three of us were in some trouble. You came to help, and you said your name was Mu Yun. At that time, you were like you are now, saying that you had forgotten a lot of things, and you also asked us who Li Fenglan was. I'm thinking that Li Fenglan might be your enemy. After all, there are many people who have hatred against her in this world now... We also have hatred against her."
"No, wait a minute, what do you mean by getting rich just now?"
"Two months ago, the Yangzhou Blackwater Gang was destroyed by Li Fenglan. The three of us were from the Blackwater Gang, but we were not in the gang at the time and wanted to seek revenge from her. But when we arrived in Yangzhou, she had already left... Later Someone told us that she was heading west, and when she arrived in Huizhou, someone told us that she had already arrived in Xiangyang. It just so happened that you were looking for her as well, so we just went along the way and we were together."
"What about getting rich?"
"Someone promised us that if we catch Li Fenglan, we will give us a large sum of money. We thought it was impossible with the three of us, so we asked you to follow."
The young man covered his head again, his headache getting worse.
He said to himself: "How much hatred do I have against Li Fenglan? I even bothered to tattoo her name on my body... This doesn't make sense..."
The three people had already packed their things. They looked at each other and the youngest one said: "Brother, thank you for saving us again, but... let's go our separate ways from now on."
Although this man is highly skilled in martial arts, he often gets sick, and today he even lost his memory in place. The next time he loses his memory and regards them as enemies, this will be unbearable, so it is better to put an end to the relationship as soon as possible.
When the three people saw that he was ignoring them, they stopped talking nonsense and turned around and walked down the mountain.
The young man's head hurt more and more, and some scattered memories began to appear in his mind. His body shook a little, and he gradually began to lose his balance, so he sat down on a corpse that he had just killed.
As he continued, the corpse below spat out a mouthful of blood, and then began to cough violently.
His head no longer hurt so much. He lowered his head and asked the person under his butt: "Who are you?"
The man was seriously injured and could not live for a few minutes. When the young man on his body asked questions, he vomited blood and replied: "I, we... are, Baiyun Village..."
"Oh, bandits. Where is your village?"
"Up...up..."
"On the mountain?"
"yes……"
The young man drew his sword and thrust it into the man's throat, ending his suffering.
Dusk clouds, morning fog, Li Fenglan.
This was the memory that flashed in his mind. He vaguely remembered that there was another person in his body, and that person's name was Mu Yun.
He rubbed his head irritably, and a crisp ringing sound came from his wrist. He looked at the bell, and as if a spark had fallen into a haystack, the memory burned like a fire.
Slowly, he remembered more things. He remembered that they left Jiujiang and were going to Yangzhou to find Li Fenglan.
After that, I had no memory and stayed in an extremely dark place. For more than half a month, my body should have been controlled by Mu Yun.
"Muyun! Muyun!" He shouted twice.
No one answered.
"Muyun!" He increased his volume.
Only then did I hear a faint voice deep in my heart.
"Where...are we?"
"I don't know. I still want to ask you! Didn't we say we were going to find Li Fenglan? How did you get together with the person who wanted to kill her?"
"I don't know. I just remembered our relationship with her... Chenwu, we seem to be forgetting a lot of things."
