The foggy house is in the hour of Mao, and the morning light is slightly dewed.

"Ah! Feng... Yifeng! Yifeng, what's wrong with you? Don't die... Don't die! Bugs! Bugs..." Simeng woke up from a nightmare, staring at the door in a daze, and then came back to his senses and glanced around the room. Mu Zili and Luocheng and several villagers were awakened by her crying, but there was no blue figure, and he had not come back yet.

For some reason, even though she knew it was a dream, she was still in fear and her face turned pale. Perhaps it was his blood in the dream that scared her, and she just wanted everything to be just a dream. Bugs, you must not have anything to do!

"Don't be afraid! He won't be in trouble!" Mu Zili sat down beside her, reached out to stroke the broken hair on her forehead, and lowered her voice to comfort her.

Her eyes were a little red and swollen. When she looked up at Mu Ling, she seemed at a loss. He would be fine, and she hoped that so too. The scene in the kid dream was too bloody and real, making her unable to tell whether it was a dream or a reality.

Let’s not think about this cool dream. As the hour of the year is approaching, I just hope that the wind can return safely.

Luocheng, not far away, was still covered in his face, frowned and looked at the sick villagers around him. When he turned to the dream, there was a faint sadness in his eyes. It seemed that he had expected the end of the matter, but unfortunately they did not want to listen to his dissuasion and insisted on doing so.

At the corner of the outside wall of the house, a large iron pot was slowly steaming, and gusts of fragrance overflowed from the pot.

The haggard villagers lined up in an orderly manner, waiting for Mu Zili and Simeng to distribute porridge to them.

Luo Cheng distributed decoctions to them. Since Si Meng learned that he was well-versed in medical treatment, he bought all the medicines he could buy in the nearby pharmacies in the city according to the prescription he prescribed, hoping that everyone's condition would be slightly relieved.

But the plague is coming in great force. More than a dozen of the seriously ill villagers in the outer hospital have not been able to survive until today. They swallowed last night.

The most important prescription he prescribed lacks the most important one, and naturally has little effect. However, as the sun rises and the Chen hour passes early, the wind that goes to Yushan to find medicine has not returned yet, so it is probably a lot of luck.

Mu Zili scooped the last bowl of porridge in the pot to Si Meng, but she didn't reach out to pick it up. She just stared at the end of the bluestone road, hoping that the blue shadow would appear soon.

"Meng'er, let's eat something first! Ruoyi Luocheng said yesterday that the road to Yushan is particularly steep. He probably delayed the road on the road, so wait a little longer!"

Since Mu Zili met her, she was always chatting and laughing, with a very casual look, and her playful and weird words revealed her infinite yearning for the world. Except for occasionally fighting with him and Yifeng because of eating, she had never seen her express such a strong worry. Even if they were imprisoned in Yunshui Palace that day, she did not show any fear. However, when she learned that Yifeng was severely tortured Cang Xuan, her emotions were a little out of control.

But since she woke up from the nightmare this morning, she looked like she was in a daze. Her purple eyes stared at the courtyard gate and never left for a moment.

"Senior Brother Mu, do you think Yifeng will get lost?" He was dazed to take the bowl from Mu Zili's hand, and seemed to suddenly remember something, and his eyes looked at Luocheng, "Luocheng, do you think that Yushan is more than 300 miles away? Have you ever been there? Otherwise, you and my Senior Brother Mu will go and find him! He was very stunned, afraid that he had made the wrong direction and could not find his way home."

"This... Yushan is the sacred mountain of Jiuzhou. I have only seen the description of this mountain by my predecessors in ancient books. I have not had the fate to get the true appearance of Yushan." Luo Cheng bowed slightly, bowed and told the truth. He felt that the light purple eyes that had been looking at him suddenly became cold. He suddenly shivered, his neck shrank, and his body also took a step back.

Sure enough, the next moment, Si Meng had a ferocious face. Regardless of Mu Zili's obstruction, he rushed to him, tiptoed to his clothes tightly, and shouted angrily: "What do you mean just now? What do you mean only in ancient books? You have only seen the Xuepo Grass in the Pharmacopoeia. Now you have only seen Yushan in books? Are you talking nonsense? Human life is at stake, do you understand? So many people are waiting for Xuepo Grass to save their lives, but you told me that you have never seen Yushan's true appearance? Do you think I am a three-year-old child? I tell you, you better pray for God to bless Yifeng and be safe, otherwise..." She was excited, and every sentence in her words was ruthless. If it weren't for an old and dull voice that sounded in time, she wouldn't know what to say to intimidate Luocheng.

"Don't bother with the great immortal! This young man is not a fool. Three hundred miles away, there is a steep mountain towering into the clouds, called Yushan." She paused and let go of her hand, turning around and looking at the old man holding a bamboo stick beside her. It was Xu Xingbang.

The people in the garden were all surprised at this moment, looking at the "super immortal" who suddenly lost control. After knowing the whole story, they knelt down and worshiped the heavens, praying for blessings by the wind, hoping that he would be well and return soon.

Only then did Simeng realize his loss of composure, and looked back at Luocheng and smiled awkwardly, "That... I'm so sorry, I scared you! I'm probably hungry and a little low in blood sugar, hehe!"

As he said that, he had snatched a bowl of porridge from Mu Zili and started drinking it with his head down. It seemed that everything he had just had was just an illusion.

Seeing this, Luocheng waved his hand slightly and said lightly: "The jade mountain is steep, and Miss Meng's worries are common sense. But Mr. Feng went to collect herbs to save everyone's lives. He was protected by God and could return safely!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Zili bowed to Luocheng apologetically, and then said softly to Simeng: "Drink slowly, no one will grab you!"
Chapter completed!