It rained lightly last night, and today there is a cool breeze.
It was almost time, and Lin Yuan was still curled up on Lin Weiyang's bed and never got up.
Lin Yuan, who had been hugged by Lin Weiyang and slept all night, was still dreaming. He hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time. When he was in the mountains, he not only had to be wary of all kinds of ferocious beasts, but also always pay attention to all roads in the forest. The movement of the secret whistle.
I was on tenterhooks all day, walking on thin ice.
Perhaps because he had let down his guard in his sister's arms, coupled with yesterday's fatigue and old injuries, Lin Yuan fell asleep right away.
The door opened and Lin Weiyang walked in softly.
She had already washed herself and put a plate of breakfast on the table. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and combed his messy hair.
"Xiaoyuan, get up..."
In the haze, Lin Yuan squinted his eyes and took a look, then moved his body and rested his pillow on Lin Weiyang's lap.
"I'll sleep a little longer..."
Lin Weiyang really doted on Lin Yuan. She even covered him with quilt and patted his back to coax him to sleep.
However, there are always people who will not tolerate him.
Not long after Lin Yuan fell asleep again, a heavy knock on the door woke him up.
Lin Sanli was the only one who dared to knock on the door like this in the Lin Mansion.
Helpless, Lin Yuan reluctantly climbed up, beat the mattress violently, and shouted angrily: "Come in!"
A burst of helpless rage was exchanged for Lin Weiyang's chuckle and head caressing.
Lin Sanli answered the door and said, "Sister, someone is looking for you."
It was still early, and Lin Weiyang really didn't expect who would come to the door early in the morning, so he asked: "Who is it?"
"Thunder."
It was him again. When he heard this name, Lin Yuan's mind suddenly woke up.
Since he came down from the mountain, the head of the Lei family has been a little too attentive.
"Come on, sister, we three siblings will go to the weasel for a while." Lin Yuan made a gesture to get out of bed.
Before his feet touched the ground, Lin Sanli spoke again: "There are others looking for you."
Lin Yuan, who had just lifted the quilt, was a little confused and asked: "Who?"
"The old man from last night."
...
In the waiting room of the Lin Mansion, the old man was standing in front of a row of calligraphy pictures with his hands behind his hands.
"Old man, what crime do you deserve for disturbing someone's dream?"
Before he entered the door, Lin Yuan's joking voice could be heard. The old man did not look back, but stood in front of a picture of "Tortoise Playing in the Water" with a slight smile on his face, and looked at it carefully.
When Lin Yuan saw that the old man didn't respond, he quickened his pace. But as soon as he entered the door, the old man said: "Playing in the shallows reveals a bastard."
"Hey! Why are you swearing so early in the morning?"
Lin Yuan sat at the table with the breakfast brought by Lin Weiyang earlier, but seeing that the old man still ignored him, he curiously looked at the row of calligraphy and paintings on the wall.
"The handwriting is all twisted and crooked. What's the name of that thing in the painting? Where did Sister Weiyang find all these things? They are not as good as me."
Lin Yuan's complaints finally brought the old man's attention back.
"Why don't you come and see who signed the contract?" The old man looked at the wild boy who was drinking porridge in amusement.
It had been a long time since he had sat upright, and Lin Yuan was still a little uncomfortable, so he crossed his legs and continued to drink his porridge. He did not forget to say: "It's so shameless to have the nerve to sign on such junk things."
Nodding in agreement, the old man walked to the last painting, pointed at the place where the signature was signed, and said:
"Lin Yuan paints!"
"puff!"
The white porridge in his mouth splashed far away, and Lin Yuan thought he had heard wrong, and quickly ran from the chair to the wall, looking at each picture one by one, while the old man sat on the other side of the table and said unceremoniously Eating the pastries on the plate.
After finishing the last scene, Lin Yuan was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.
Mother! More than ten pieces of calligraphy and painting were all made by me when I was a child. I was young and frivolous, but I really signed it at that time!
Lin Yuan sighed to himself for his carelessness. The sentence the old man recited just now was inscribed next to the painting by himself. No wonder it sounded so familiar.
Unexpectedly, all my sisters are hanging here.
Pretending to be fine, Lin Yuan sat back calmly, coughed lightly, and drank the porridge again.
"Ahem! What... I was mistaken, the calligraphy and painting are good!"
After swallowing the cake in his mouth, the old man stared at Lin Yuan with a half-smile.
Feeling really embarrassed, Lin Yuan put down the spoon in his hand and asked, "By the way, why are you looking for me so early in the morning?"
Finally getting to the point, the old man stopped joking and said seriously: "This morning, someone released the news."
"The Weeping Blood Fruit is in your hand."
After saying this, Lin Yuan's face darkened.
Sure enough, there are still people who don't want to feel better.
Seeing Lin Yuan's face turned dark, the old man put his hand into his arms, took out a book and placed it on the table with the title of the book facing up, and handed it to Lin Yuan.
The old man said: "If I remember correctly, you came to me to borrow this 'Baicao Illustrated Book' three years ago."
Lin Yuan stared at the cover of the book and said nothing.
The old man continued: "It is recorded in this book that there is a tree in the world called 'Changsheng'. Its appearance is no different from ordinary trees. The strange thing is that it only takes one day to grow from a seed to a mature tree, and it takes three years to bear fruit."
Lin Yuan looked at the old man talking and took a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth.
"It only bears three fruits at a time for three years in its life. After the fruits are born, it turns into a withered tree and falls apart in the wind."
"This fruit can prolong life even if taken raw. It is also a must-have for many high-quality life-extending tonics."
After saying that, the old man and Lin Yuan looked at each other, and Lin Yuan chuckled and said: "It's ironic, isn't it? The longevity tree does not live long, but it actually gets this reputation because it can make others live longer."
Seeing Lin Yuan's relaxed laughter, the old man's brows were filled with anger. He suppressed his temper and continued: "Although the Weeping Blood Fruit is rare, at least there are a few that can be circulated on the market."
"What I care about is the 'Feng Wu Heart' on your hand!"
Lin Yuan lowered his head with a wry smile, and said with a smile: "I still can't hide it from you..."
"Lin Yuan!"
Shouting the name of the boy in front of him, the old man grabbed the book on the table and threw it heavily on the table, becoming furious.
"Baicao Illustration" was spread out on the table.
Standing opposite Lin Yuan and pointing at him, the old man gritted his teeth and said: "You! You actually used three years of your own energy and blood to feed the Immortality Tree, just to make three Weeping Blood Fruits turn into a Phoenix Heart? You? Don’t want to die?”
"If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have been able to give you this book even if I had died!"
In Lin Yuan's memory, he had never seen the old man angry before, let alone being as angry as today.
He raised his right arm and waved it. As soon as Lin Yuan said "It doesn't matter," the old man grabbed his wrist across the long table and exposed his right arm that had been hidden in his sleeve.
It was hard to see any flesh and blood on the back half of Lin Yuan's forearm. Even the skin was wrinkled, like a long-dead branch, dull and depressed.
The old man turned Lin Yuan's arm over. On the inside of his forearm, there were actually two scars like Lin Weiyang's. However, between Lin Yuan's two scars, there were still many small cuts that had not yet healed.
With trembling fingers in anger, the old man pointed at these scars and looked at Lin Yuan, waiting for him to give him an answer.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yuan patted his hand, took his arm out, and hid it again.
"Old man, please keep it a secret for me, especially if you don't let Sister Weiyang know about it." Lin Yuan smiled.
Seeing his smiling face, the old man became even more angry and shouted: "You still want to hide it? Do you dare to show me your other arm? If both arms are like this, I will let it go!"
"Your behavior is obviously caused by long-term extraction of Qi and blood by external forces!"
"You know you will most likely die!"
Furious, the old man fell to the chair behind him.
The breeze blowing outside the window blew the pages of the book. After turning it several times, the pages with pictures of trees and fruits were exposed between the two of them.
It is recorded above: Fengwu Heart, its appearance is very similar to the Weeping Blood Fruit. It is the fruit of the Immortal Tree. It needs to be worshiped with one person's energy and blood for three years starting from the day the tree matures. During this period, the candidate cannot be changed or interrupted. , three years is indispensable, no more, no less. If successful, only three Weeping Blood Fruits can be transformed into Fengwu Heart...
The old man exhaled weakly and said, "The reason why Feng Wu Xin is precious is that its efficacy is comparable to that of a thousand Weeping Blood Fruits. In addition, it can strengthen the body, strengthen the menstruation and strengthen the bones. Even if the spiritual vein is broken, it can be repaired."
After a pause, the old man looked at Lin Yuan and continued: "How many people ask for it but cannot get it, because the conditions for forming Feng Wu's heart are too harsh, and few people know the method."
"But you, a bastard, have actually worshiped Qi and Blood for three years. Aren't you afraid that if you can't hold on in the middle, you will die first?"
Lin Yuan did not answer in a hurry. He first put away the "Illustrated Book of Baicao" on the table and handed it to the old man. After he took it, Lin Yuan walked alone to a finely framed picture in the middle.
Simple lines, sloppy drawing, poor quality paper.
The painting shows two children holding hands and taking shelter from the rain under the eaves.
Slightly lost in thought, Lin Yuan turned his back to the old man and said, "Some things are worth risking your life on."
Without looking at Lin Yuan, the old man silently put away the arranged books.
"It's a blessing that you are still alive, otherwise I will have another stain in my life." The old man said angrily.
"Fortunately, everyone in Beiliang Region now thinks I have the Weeping Blood Fruit in my hand..." Halfway through his words, Lin Yuan's mind suddenly showed up with the scene from yesterday.
At the gate of the city, there was a thunderous smile, and what he said was "Feng Wu's heart".
This morning, the person who came to Lin Weiyang was also Lei Ming!
Is it possible?
Lin Yuan didn't have time to explain anything, so he ran out directly, leaving the old man with the words "Let's talk another day!"
Sitting in the empty room, the old man sighed quietly. After sending Lin Yuan away, he stared at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall beside him, lost in thought for a long time...
At this moment, Lin Yuan was rushing to the lobby as fast as he could. When many servants saw Lin Yuan and were about to salute, they found that their young master was missing.
Seeing that he was about to arrive, Lin Yuan gradually slowed down his pace. He arranged his hair and robes that were messed up by the wind, and kept adjusting his breathing until he appeared in front of the lobby as usual.
When Lin Yuan appeared, Lin Weiyang never focused on anyone else.
The moment she caught sight of Lin Yuan from the corner of her eye, Lin Weiyang stood up and walked towards Lin Yuan, ignoring Lei Ming who was still talking.
"Why are you here?" Lin Weiyang asked.
Seeing Lin Weiyang approaching, Lin Yuan subconsciously wanted to hide his right arm, but in order not to be too obvious, he put his hands together and placed them in front of his chest.
"I'm done over there, come over and join in the fun." Lin Yuan meant this to Lei Ming.
When the two siblings approached, Lin Yuan asked in a very low voice: "Sister, what is he doing here?"
Pretending to tidy up Lin Yuan's clothes, Lin Weiyang replied: "I don't know, I've been chatting."
Lin Yuan understood that he was waiting for him to appear.
Sure enough, Lin Yuan tilted his head and met Lei Ming's eyes.
"Sister, let's go. I'll go in and chat with Mr. Lei."
The words were spoken to Lin Weiyang, but Lin Yuan's eyes did not leave Lei Ming's face.
As if following a formal procedure, Lin Yuan and Lei Ming exchanged pleasantries before taking their seats.
Lin Yuan sat next to Lin Weiyang. He listened to the two of them chatting about some household matters, and then boredly grabbed a few strands of Lin Weiyang's black hair and rubbed it in circles in his hands.
Lei Ming, the old fox, planned to force himself to ask questions first.
As luck would have it, Lin Yuan may not be good at anything, but he is patient.
After playing with Lin Weiyang's hair, Lin Yuan focused on the insects and ants on the ground.
While they were having fun, the conversation between Lin Weiyang and Lei Ming gradually faded away.
Lin Weiyang guessed from the very beginning when she saw Lin Yuan was silent that he and Lei Ming were secretly competing with each other. If this was the case, she would add fuel to the fire.
"Master Lei, if you have nothing important to do today, let's just stop talking here. My brother was taken care of yesterday. He is still feeling unwell and needs to rest." Lin Weiyang did not forget to mention Lei Ming's words.
As if he really couldn't find a topic to talk about, Lei Ming smiled lightly and sat upright.
"Today, I came here to make amends. Yesterday, my guards and my youngest son were offended a lot. Today I punished them in solitary confinement and came to make amends to you two in person."
Lei Ming's face was so serious that Lin Yuan almost believed him.
Straightening his waist and correcting his sitting posture, Lin Yuan chuckled and said, "The head of the Lei family personally apologized. We, the two siblings, cannot bear it."
Lei Ming understood and put his hand into his Qiankun sleeve.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan was really afraid that he would come out with another letter. He didn't even have time to read yesterday's letter, and he didn't know what to do with the next one.
Fortunately, Lei Ming just took out a bottle filled with medicine and placed it on the Eight Immortals table in the middle. He said, "This is a plaster from Yunyin Villa. It can remove various scars on the body. I hope you will accept it."
The medicine of Yunyin Villa is famous all over the world. Many people are struggling to buy such a small bottle. This time Lei Ming really vomited blood.
Lin Yuan thought to himself: This thing is just in use.
But he still looked very calm on the surface, and said: "The Lei family master is very worried. He is afraid that I will be disfigured and even brought ointment here. I wonder what the other two are?"
They all opened the skylight and spoke frankly. Lei Ming did not hide his choking, smiled and leaned on the Eight Immortals table, staring at Lin Yuan.
"Secondly, I want the Weeping Blood Fruit in the hands of the Second Young Master."
