The Beginning of the Mountain Rain in the Palace of Eternal Life

"Sir! Help!"

When they finally arrived at Zhuhuang Residence, the three children were exhausted. As soon as they stepped into the yard, Xiao An and Xiao Yue fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a few silver lights flashed from inside the door, and several silver needles as thin as a cow's hair shot out through the air, and went straight into Qianyue Scar and several acupoints on Ji Mengchuan's body.

"Ah! Sir! You don't want to save them! Don't kill them either! We dragged them up with great difficulty..."

"Shut up, little fat man! Just say that you don't study hard on weekdays, sir, this is to save them!"

"Oh...Really?" Xiao An smiled embarrassingly, took a deep breath, and then got up from the ground.

With a sudden thump, Duguyi finally relaxed and couldn't help but fainted to the ground.

"Little brother! What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, Xiao An immediately rushed over to investigate.

"Little brother?" An elegant voice came leisurely, and a person slowly walked out of the door.

This person was dressed in a green dress covered with gauze, his black hair was scattered behind like a waterfall, and his eyes as bright as spots of paint scanned the courtyard.Then he leaned against the door with a lazy posture, not in a hurry.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a strange address, when can you properly call Xiao Yue brother?"

"As long as the master saves him, I can call anyone brother!"

"Xiao An! Are you sick today!" Xiao Yue couldn't help wondering, since he knew him, he had never seen him have any kindness.Lazy and naughty, always getting into trouble, and always falling on him, what's wrong now!

"Bah! You're just sick!" After saying that, he ran up to Lin Fengque, pulling his clothes and swinging them around.

"Sir... sir... sir..."

Xiaoyue didn't want to pay attention to him, so he carried Duguyi on his back and walked into the house.

"Huh?" Xiao An looked at the situation, scratching her head, not knowing what to say.

"You, when will you learn to be smarter, Bai Chang is so fat." After saying that, he pinched his fat face, turned around and walked into the house.

"Huh? Sir? Are you leaving now? Then... where are they?" Xiao An looked back at the two lying on the ground in the courtyard, and then at Lin Feng, who never looked back.

"The sun is just right, dry the meat and make buns for you..."

"What! Sir!" Xiao An wailed and ignored the two people outside the house!I ran all the way and shouted, "You...you! You are so bullying! You laugh at me for being fat!"

In the early morning of the next day, the dew has not receded, the breeze is still cool, the rising sun is blocked by the evergreen towering ancient trees, and the mottled and sparse, when it shines down, there are very few, and the whole Zhuhuang residence is still under the cloud.

But hearing a few crisp birdsongs, the cries broke the silence in the mountain, and then the noise in the forest gradually rose, insects and birds chirped endlessly, and occasionally wild animals roared back through the mountain stream, which was very lively.

When Ji Mengchuan opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a strange place.

The green veil above the head is fluttering in the breeze from the small bamboo window. At the junction of the inner and outer rooms are two emerald hollow carved screens, and the white bead curtain hanging in the center has been opened sideways to restrain the left and right sides.

There is a faint fragrance in the wind, accompanied by the light breath of bamboo in the room, which can not help but make people feel peaceful.

Ji Mengchuan struggled to get up and walked towards the layman, his body was full of scars that made him stagger step by step, although there was no fatal injury, it was enough to hurt the apex of his heart.

There is a small copper-colored incense burner on the wooden table in the outer room, and there is light smoke in it.Beside the censer is a pair of blue tea sets, with a teacup isolated on the side.There is seven-point hot tea in it, and the tea gas is tangled together with the furnace smoke, and then gradually spreads out.

Ji Mengchuan stretched out his hand across the wall of the cup, neither hot nor cold, just right.

"Hmm... Could it be him who is so careful and confident?" With a murmur, he drank the tea in his cup.

The mouth is clear and mellow, like a spring rushing through a dry stream, and my mind suddenly clears up, and the wounds all over my body seem to be less painful.

Then, he went out of the house again.

Passing through several bamboo and wood corridors, someone can be heard talking in front of them from a distance.

"I don't believe it! How can you guess when he wakes up! Sir, you must be lying to me!"

"Did you say that you guessed it? If you don't talk about evidence in everything, and you can decide things based on guesswork, then the world will be peaceful!"

"What is the basis for that, sir?"

"First, although he has several wounds on his body, they are not fatal. Ordinary people may have to sleep for another hour or two, but he is a martial arts practitioner, and his physique and aptitude are excellent. There is no reason for him to stay awake. Second, since he would rather die than protect the poisoned swordsman, the relationship between the two of them is needless to say, if it is not a brother but a close friend, how can he sleep peacefully for a long time under such a heavy bond, it must be very difficult I am thinking about him, I am afraid that I will look for him the first moment I wake up, so I said, the Qingqiu bamboo dew that I have prepared for you is just right."

"Wow...it sounds so reasonable..."

"Xiao An! Don't be lazy there, come and help!"

"Got it! Come!"

"I know how you can understand reasoning with you, a brat..."

Ji Mengchuan fumbled along the sound, and the road ahead gradually opened up, revealing the outer door of Zhuhuangju.

There are many wooden shelves in the courtyard outside the door, on which are various unknown or new or withered grass leaves and flower branches, and two seven or eight-year-old children are turning over one of the shelves.

There is a stone platform on the right side of the courtyard, a fat teapot in the middle of the platform, and several cups, all of which are pure blue.A man beside the stone platform rested his right arm on his chin, his long black hair hung loose behind him, and there was only a blue jade hairpin in his hair.

The man's green shirt covered the ground, and the mountain breeze blew gently. His clothes fluttered slowly, just like a painting.

He suddenly lifted his left hand slightly, and a colorful bird fluttered and landed on his fingertips, then turned his little head to look around.

Ji Mengchuan took a few steps forward, and the bird fluttered away as if in shock.

"Why are you still so timid..." The man slowly lowered his left hand and sighed softly.

"Hey! He's really awake!" The little fat man turned his head and happened to find Ji Mengchuan walking towards the yard, showing his big white teeth in shock.

"It's so energetic, go, quickly pick up the unfinished medicine yesterday." While talking, the man picked up something from nowhere and hit the little fat man on the forehead.

"Ah! Sir, you are too much! You abuse children! I look down on you!" The little fat man rubbed his forehead with his two fleshy hands, grinned in pain, and kept making faces at the man.

"Exactly, sir, I also look down on you. Look at you... You've grown into a ball! If you don't exercise, you may not be able to get up if you fall down."

"No way! Children should eat as much meat as possible! This is what the book says!"

"Heh..." The man ignored it, just looked at the little fat man and smiled lightly.

Xiaoyue couldn't stand his stupid younger brother, so he picked up the medicine basket in a few steps and pulled the little fat man straight into the mountains, making the little fat man howl.

"Xiao Yue! You! Let me go! Let me go! Let's fight each other!"

"Choose your big head! Mr. is right, you should lose weight, you can't just grow fat without growing brains! As a big brother, I should teach you well!"

"I am brother!"

"My brother is good! Today my brother will teach you how to be a hardworking little chubby bee!"

"What's a fat bee?"

"I'll tell you when you finish collecting the medicine."

"Oh……"

"Come and sit..." Looking at the backs of the two children leaving, the man suddenly said.

"Yes, thank you sir." After speaking, Ji Mengchuan started to walk to the table again, and sat down gently.

"no need thank me?"

"Thank you sir for saving your life, Ji Mengchuan is grateful..." Before Ji Mengchuan finished speaking, the man raised his sleeves and stretched out his index finger before his eyes.

"Shh, I don't like people who talk nonsense. I have been closed for three years, why don't I remember when I saved someone?" After saying that, he poured himself a cup of tea, and picked up another empty cup to slow down. Slowly pour seven points.

"Ah, it's... It's some words, I hope you can forgive me! Thank you two little brothers for saving my life."

Although Ji Mengchuan didn't know much about the events of that year, he was fascinated by his ears and eyes, and after hearing a little, he basically said a few words, so he understood what Lin Feng meant.

Just looking at this person's face, although his expression is cold and his eyes are indifferent, his words and deeds are not out of proportion, as if he is repelling people thousands of miles away and has good etiquette.

"Do you want tea?" Lin Feng asked.

"Thank you." After finishing speaking, Ji Mengchuan reached out and took a sip of the tea on the table.

Lin Feng didn't speak any more, just drank tea leisurely and nonchalantly, Ji Mengchuan followed him in silence.

For a while, I only heard that the mountain wind was blowing all over the fields, the grass and trees in all directions were startled, and a hundred magpies in the deep forest were singing, breaking the sky and clouds.

After a long while, there was an uproar in the mountains before a break, and at that time there were already several cups of tea.

"You don't want to ask me anything?" Lin Feng asked only now.

"Whether you ask or not, the result will not change." Ji Mengchuan, who survived the catastrophe, still looks gentle. Although he is worried about his friend's situation, he is still not in a hurry.

"What do you think the result is?"

"No matter how I think, I can't control Mr.'s behavior."

"Hmph, you're not afraid... What will appear in front of you next moment is his long-cold corpse? Human self-confidence and ideals cannot surpass reality and truth after all."

"I don't have confidence in myself. Believing in Mr. and believing in Qian Yue's marks are all my attachment to my own hope. Apart from this persistence, I... really don't know what else I can think about, and how I should think, so that I can be calm and normal Sip tea with Mr.

"Heh, you are honest... you are patient and rational!" Lin Feng snorted, not knowing whether it was annoyance or praise.

"Well, I'm actually very worried about him... In this way, do you feel more comfortable, sir?" Ji Mengchuan lowered his head and shook his head slightly and sighed, his worry was palpable.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Ah, how dare Ji Mou! Mister..."

"Okay, come with me..." Lin Feng suddenly stood up and interrupted Ji Mengchuan, seeming a little impatient, and flung his sleeves and went towards the insider.

"Thank you sir!" Ji Mengchuan thanked again, then got up and followed.Following Lin Feng, he walked around a few corridor walls and arrived at a door.

The bamboo door was ajar, and the window was half-opened. When a tit landed on the green radish under the eaves saw someone approaching, it fluttered in shock and flew away with a fluttering sound, leaving only the vine branches swaying slightly.

Ji Mengchuan was about to open the door to enter, when the bamboo door creaked softly, and an old man with half-white hair at the temples walked out slowly.The old man held a round wooden tray in his hand, inside which was rolled a gauze ribbon covered in purple-red blood, a small knife with a bamboo handle, an empty bowl, and several small porcelain vases.

"Ah ... ah ... ah ..." The old man went out to see Yan Feng, but raised his pallet to signal him.

"I see, you go and rest, and let him do the rest."

The mute babbled a few more times and nodded, then left.

"Go in." Lin Feng said, pushing the door open and entering.

The interior layout is different from the house he lives in, simple yet elegant.The furnishings are not very complicated and luxurious, and most of them are purely of the same color, all of which are based on the true colors of natural life.

It seems that the owner's taste is very elegant and indifferent, and his heart is full of freedom.

"Since you are awake, you will take care of him later."

"It's natural."

Qian Yuehen hadn't woken up yet, his pale complexion still didn't improve, it was almost turning gray, but his lips were purple and black, as if they were about to melt into thick ink.

A white gauze was wrapped around his wrist, and a little dark purple blood stained it, it seemed that he had just let go of the poisonous blood.

But Lin Feng leaned forward, stretched out his hand to caress several places around him, and then raised that wrist to look at it for a moment.Then he got up and walked to the wooden cabinet in front of the window, took out some bottles and cans from the inside and put them on the table in the outer room.

Then he started messing around on his own, ignoring Ji Mengchuan.

Ji Mengchuan walked to the couch, looked carefully at Qian Yuehen, and saw that although his complexion was not good, his breathing was even and slow, and he seemed to have no fear of his life for the time being.Seeing the lingering Qianyue trace, Ji Mengchuan gradually began to worry about whether Lin Feng could detoxify.After all, whether you believe it or not can't change the ending, it's too illusory to believe.He only wished that there was a method that he could actually hold in his hands, and he could save him without relying on any ideas and illusory arguments on paper. Such a method... What exactly is it...

"He's not dead yet, so why does he look sad about parting? It's too early to cry now."

Ji Mengchuan turned to look at Qian Yuehen, and saw that he was packing up scattered bottles and jars and various silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses.

"Sir, can you save him?"

"It's difficult..."

"This..." Ji Mengchuan's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he didn't know whether it was joy or worry.