The immortal grass is not a grass, but a flower, a kind of strange flower.

It looks just an ordinary green grass during the day and at night, but at noon, it will bloom as crystal clear as snow.

Not only are the petals as crystal clear as snow, but the aura emitted is also a yin and cold air, but the eternal grass can only bloom for half an hour, and its petals will wither due to the sunlight after half an hour.

I don’t know how many people died to get a grass of immortality. For people in the world, the petals of the grass of immortality are priceless treasures and can even be exchanged for their lives.

However, in the garden in front of you, there are hundreds of immortal grass blooming, and the cold and cold air emitted also makes people unconsciously clear and cool in the center of the hot summer.

However, what is even colder than the immortal grass is the atmosphere in the garden. Dozens of men and women in black are kneeling on the ground with nervous expressions. No one dares to peek at the immortal grass, and no one even dares to breathe.

They were all waiting for the young people in front of them to say something.

The young man is in his twenties, with a slender figure and a slightly thin figure. His cold face is a little pale. His black eyes are looking at the group of people in front of him with anger and helpless eyes.

"I asked you to find a way, but you told me that I can only live for half a year? This is the way you thought of!" The young man gritted his teeth and asked everyone angrily.

After hearing this, everyone unconsciously broke out on their foreheads.

These people are not ordinary shrimp soldiers and crab generals. They are all long-famous people in the world. Any one of them can easily take the life of the young man in front of them, but no one dares to do it because his name is Gong Qinghuang!

Emperor Gong Pan, the grandson of the Earth Lord Gong Tianqing, is the only grandson.

Gong Tianqing only looked forward to a man when he was seventy years old, and he can imagine how much he liked him.

However, no one expected that Emperor Gong Pan was born with a natural life. If the Gong family had not had a great career, Emperor Gong Pan would have died as early as the age of eighteen. It was possible that a person born with a natural life had lived for three more years, which shows how extraordinary the power of the Gong family is.

From the day Emperor Gong Qinghuang was born, his family searched for famous medical medicine from all over the country to ask Master Gao to teach martial arts to regulate Emperor Gong Qinghuang's body. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how weird you are a doctor, the Gong family always has a way to let you do what they said.

At this point, the house where Emperor Gong Qinghuang lived, the items used, the food he ate, and even the flowers and plants he planted in his yard were designed by a special person for his illness.

Although he received thoughtful treatment, Gong Qinghuang's condition did not improve.

Not only has it not improved, but it is also getting worse. After all, this Mirror Flower Water Moon Life is one of the ten most amazing lives. So far, those who have this life have not said that they have lived past eighteen years old. It is not easy for Emperor Gong to survive to this day. However, Mr. Gong doesn't think so. He only has such a grandson. He no longer even thinks about letting Emperor Gong inherit his position as the Earth Lord. He just hopes that the incense of the Gong family will not be cut off.

Over the years, I have no idea how many masters with poor skills have died under the Gong family's artillery.

The group of people in front of us did not follow the footsteps of our predecessors.

No one dared to answer Gong Qinghuang's question. He slowly turned around and gently picked a petal with his slender fingers and put it into his mouth. The petals of the immortal grass melted into his mouth made Gong Qinghuang calm down.

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, and said calmly: "Masters, you must understand that from the day you entered my Gong family, your lives have been tied to me. If I had any three or two questions, I think my grandfather and uncles will not let you go."

After hearing this, everyone was so scared that they shivered unconsciously.

"Young Master Gong, you are talented and you can understand any martial arts at a glance, but because of your physical condition..."

"You can relax after practicing, right? Haha, I know this. If I don't relax after practicing, you won't need to help you! I will only ask you one question, is my disease curable?" Gong Qinghuang asked with a sneer.

Seeing that no one answered him for a long time, a trace of murderous aura appeared in Emperor Gong Qing's eyes. He said coldly: "Masters, all you can do now is to send you to the road with pleasure. If you fall into the hands of my grandfather and uncles, you will probably be worse than death. People..."

“Let’s wait…”

Just as Emperor Gong Qinghuang was about to take action, someone screamed in fear.

"What, what else do you have to say?" Emperor Gong Qing asked indifferently.

"Mr. Gong, if you want to cure your physical illness, I'm afraid there is only one way?"

"What method?" Emperor Gong Qing asked expressionlessly.

"Look for Feng Wanli's apprentice, Chen Fengxi!"

"Chen Fengxi?"

"That's right, Chen Fengxi. If he is Feng Wanli's apprentice, then he will definitely have a way to cure your illness."

"This matter shouldn't be fake! He should be Feng Wanli's apprentice."

Emperor Gong Pan said expressionlessly: "If there were such a strange person, would my grandfather not bring him here?"

"Master Gong, we are not inconvenient to say more about this. Why do you... ask Mr. Gong!"

Emperor Gong Qinghuang nodded thoughtfully, then raised his hand and said, "Masters, please get up quickly. I will ask what we are saying today. If it is really like what the masters said, I will definitely thank you very much!"

"Thank you for not killing Mr. Gong..." After hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Emperor Gong Qinghuang looked at the piece of immortal grass in front of him thoughtfully and muttered unconsciously: "If there is such a person, why would grandpa not let him come to treat me?"

Tangshan, Gongjiazhuang.

The Gong family compound, which is coming to visit on weekdays and seeking people, is closed at this time. The officials and businessmen who come to visit and those who want to worship can only wait under the hot sun.

The reason why these officials were letting them bask in the sun here collectively was because of a sentence by Emperor Gong at lunch.

Emperor Gong Panhuang did not expect that his words could make his family's reaction so intense. He did not expect that his family, who had always been very doting on him, would reject his request.

Looking at the heavy-faced grandfather and grandfather, looking at the apologetic father and mother, Emperor Gong Pan asked in confusion: "Why, why can't Chen Fengxi treat me?"

"There is no reason, it's just not possible!"

"Emperor, no matter what, we will not let you get into trouble, but you will give up the idea of ​​finding Chen Fengxi!"

The two old men who are nearly 90 years old but are still as physically comparable to those of the prime of life have no doubt rejected Emperor Gong Pan.

"Grandpa, grandpa, do you know that Chen Fengxi is likely to cure me and let me live well! What I mean by living is not by medicine, nor by hiding in dark corners like a ghost every day, but by being able to walk in the world!" Emperor Gong Pan said with a bitter face.

After hearing his words, the kisses frowned.

Gong Tianqing walked to Emperor Gong Qing and said with a puzzled look: "Pan Emperor, it's not that we don't let you find him, but this... this... this... this Chen Fengxi, you really can't find it!"

Gai Tianding also said helplessly: "Your son, just listen to us, okay? With us here, you will definitely not be in trouble!"

Emperor Gong Qinghuang looked at his family with a puzzled look. Based on his family's reaction, he could see that they were hiding something from him.

After hesitating for a moment, Emperor Gong Qing suddenly fell to the ground, clasped his fists and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, father, mother! I have grown up so old, I only ask you for this matter, and I hope you can fulfill me!"

The two old men, who had been through the battlefield for a long time, looked at Emperor Gong Qing's kneeling and could not get up, and they also showed a look on their faces. They hurriedly cast a look at Emperor Gong Qing's parents for help.

But Emperor Gong Qing's parents seemed even more restless at this time. They knew Emperor Gong Qing's personality very well. Although Emperor Gong Qing's body was weak, he was the kind of person who never gave up until he achieved his goal since he was a child!

Gai Ruonan stepped forward and held Gong Qinghuang's arm and said, "Listen to my mother, let's not look for Chen Fengxi. Mom will help you find the best doctor in the world. Master will treat you and teach you, okay?"

"Mom, why did you stop me from looking for Chen Fengxi!" Emperor Gong Qinghuang asked anxiously.

"This..." Gai Ruonan whispered a little embarrassedly, then turned around and looked at his father-in-law and father.

"Oh...forget it, forgot. The emperor is not young anymore, so I should tell him about this!" Gai Tianding waved his hand tiredly.

Gong Tianqing nodded with a deep expression and said, "Dingyuan, tell him, otherwise, he would not give up!"

After hearing this, Gong Dingyuan helped Gong Qinghuang up with a deep expression and said, "We all know that Chen Fengxi may save your life. But you have to know that Chen Fengxi is not something that our Gong and the two families can contact."

"Why?" Emperor Gong Qinghuang asked in confusion.

"Since you already know Chen Fengxi, you should also know who he is, right?"

Emperor Gong Qinghuang nodded, did not interrupt, and waited for his father to continue talking.

"Balance is the foundation for maintaining everything. Our Gong family is a person who wants to try to maintain balance. Chen Fengxi is a huge imbalance factor. We also know that Chen Fengxi has high medical skills, but he is a member of the Chen family after all. Isn't it useless to show you all? So we didn't take this matter to heart anymore. But since you asked for it today, we won't say much. However, if you want to find Chen Fengxi to help you treat your illness, you must find someone. Only when you two go to him together is not considered breaking the rules!"

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When I pushed open the window of the room, the milky white fog floated in like willow catkins. When I brushed my face, I felt a hint of coolness. Looking at the four fields, the entire mountain town was gradually covered by thick fog.

Sunshine and moisture make flowers, plants and trees grow vigorously, while what makes Qi Gai mature and grow is blood, sweat, tears, and the slight joy of success.

He has a slender and stylish figure, a cold and handsome face, a firm and confident look, and messy middle-aged hair. Although he looks extremely cold on the outside, when he smiles, he often shows childishness and innocence, like a big boy you have watched him grow up. However, since his father's death, Qi Gai has been no longer a child, but a man!

He just celebrated his 18th birthday and was already an escort who could escort the "person" level alone!

In order to become a real bodyguard, he has been practicing hard for eighteen hours a day since he was six years old, and his palms and soles of his feet have been worn out!

In summer, he practices holding his breath in the wet, hot and smelly swamp!

In winter, he practices adapting to the environment in the ice hole!

The disgusting mosquitoes crawled on their bodies, and the ice melted by their bodies. The taste was definitely not something you could experience by imagination.

He destroyed himself like this not for fame and fortune, but for his father who has accomplished nothing for his life after being expelled from the "geckel"!

As a stadium master in the Three Pavilions, you can lose your life, but you can't lose your stadium. However, my father came back safely but lost his stadium.

After being expelled from the Three Lords, my father was looking for the whereabouts of that escort until he was dying, and he was still worried about that matter. Before he died, he kept not instructing Qi Gai, "You must become an escort, you must help me find that escort. Let others know that our Qi family men are not cowards!"

As soon as he thinks of this sentence, Qi Gai will feel his blood boiling and tears can't help but roll in his eyes.

But now he will never shed tears anymore. Tears are shed by those weak people. He is a strong man, and the strong can only shed blood!

He took a deep breath of fresh air and held the short knife in his hand from his waist and looked at it carefully. This was not the first time he looked at the short knife, and he didn't see anything special every time.

It is six inches long, half an inch wide, about half a pound, no sharp, no blade, no handle, and the handle of the knife is wrapped in a green linen. This kind of knife that cannot even cut fruit, I don’t understand why there are still people who pay for the escort, but if it is a valuable knife, it is probably not his turn to send it! But how could the escorts from Sanzun Pavilion escort any ordinary objects?

No matter what, he still must be careful and cautious, because only by safely sending the short knife to the knife maker in the forest in Wuping Town, his task will be completed.

Only by completing this mission can Qi Gai take on the "ground" level task. Only in this way can he have the opportunity to enter the cabinet of the Sanzun Pavilion.

The escort agency is already a legend for modern society. Sanzun Pavilion is probably the only escort agency in the traditional sense in today's society.

Qi Gai has escorted clothes, live animals, and even spiritual positions. Compared with those things, this strange short knife is good.

When he thought that as long as the raft was delivered safely, he would have the chance to enter the guest, and his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

He carefully turned his sword back to his waist, and put his old black windbreaker on his body in a very casual manner. This wind-leather windbreaker was worn by my father when he was a marching man. The wolf-skin boots he was wearing on his feet were also his father's relics. Although he seemed a little shabby compared to other yard masters, he did not care about the eyes of others. Poverty is not shameful, but it is shameful that it is laziness and dirty.
To be continued...