In the foggy house, at Mao hour, the morning light dews slightly.
"Ah! Feng...Yifeng! What's wrong with you, Yifeng? Don't die...don't die! Chongchong! Chongchong..." Xi Meng woke up from the nightmare, staring at the door with her eyes, and then glanced around again.
After walking around the house, Mu Zili and Luo Cheng, along with several other villagers, were all awakened by her cries, except for the blue figure, who hadn't come back yet.
For some reason, even though she knew it was a dream, she still felt lingering fear and turned pale. Maybe it was the blood and stains on his body in the dream that frightened her. She just wished that everything was just a dream. Chongchong, nothing will happen to you!
"Don't be afraid! He will be fine!" Mu Zili sat down next to her, reached out and stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and lowered his voice to comfort her.
Her eyes were a little red and swollen, and when she raised her eyes to look at the wooden spirit, she looked very confused. He would be fine, and she hoped so. But the scene in the dream was too bloody and real, and she couldn't tell whether it was a dream.
It's still realistic.
Let's not think about this heartbreaking dream for the time being. Seeing that the hour is approaching, I just hope that Yifeng can return safely.
Not far away, Luo Cheng was still covering his face with messy hair, frowning and looking around at the sick villagers. When he turned to Xi Meng, there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. It seemed that he had anticipated the outcome of the matter, but it was a pity that they did not
I am willing to listen to his dissuasion and insist on doing so.
In the corner of the house outside, there was a large iron pot, which was slowly steaming, and bursts of fragrance overflowed from the pot.
The haggard villagers lined up neatly, waiting for Mu Zili and Simeng to distribute porridge to them.
Luo Cheng was on the side distributing decoctions to them. Ever since Simeng learned that he was proficient in medicine, he bought all the medicines that could be bought in the drugstores in the nearby city according to his prescriptions, hoping to make everyone's condition a little better.
ease.
But the plague is coming fiercely, and more than ten villagers who were seriously ill in the outer courtyard could not survive today and died last night.
The most important thing was missing from the prescription he prescribed, so it naturally had little effect. But as the sun rose higher and the hour passed earlier, Yifeng, who had gone to Yushan to search for medicine, still hadn't returned yet, so it was probably more bad luck than good.
Mu Zili scooped the last bowl of porridge in the pot to Simeng, but she did not reach out to take it. She just stared blankly at the end of the bluestone road, hoping that the green shadow would appear soon.
"Meng'er, let's eat something first! According to what Luo Cheng said yesterday, the road to Yushan is particularly dangerous. He may have been delayed on the way, so just wait!"
Ever since Mu Zili met her, she had been chatting and laughing, with an extremely chic demeanor, and her playful and eccentric words revealed her infinite yearning for this world. Except for the occasional quarrel with him and Yifeng over eating, she had never seen her before.
She showed such deep worries. Even when they were imprisoned in Yunshui Palace that day, she did not show any fear. However, when she learned that Yifeng was tortured and interrogated for Cangxuan, she lost control of her emotions.
But since she woke up from the nightmare this morning, she looked like this lost and lost, with a pair of purple eyes staring at the courtyard door, never leaving for a moment.
"Senior Brother Mu, do you think Yifeng might have lost his way?" He was about to take the bowl from Mu Zili's hand blankly, but then seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned his eyes to Luo Cheng, "Luo Cheng, do you think the distance between the Jade Mountain and the Jade Mountain is far away?"
It's more than three hundred miles away? Have you ever been there? Otherwise, you and I, Senior Brother Mu, can go look for him! He stayed there for a long time, I'm afraid he got in the wrong direction and couldn't find his way home."
"This... Yushan Mountain is the sacred mountain of Kyushu. I have only seen previous descriptions of this mountain in ancient books. I have never been able to see the true appearance of Yushan Mountain." Luo Cheng bowed slightly and told the truth truthfully, feeling that he kept looking at it.
The lavender eyes that looked at him suddenly turned cold, and he shivered suddenly, his neck shrank, and he took a step back.
Sure enough, at the next moment, Xi Meng had a ferocious look on his face. Regardless of Mu Zili's obstruction, he rushed in front of him, stood on tiptoes and grabbed his collar tightly, and angrily shouted: "What do you mean by what you just said? What do you mean only in ancient books?"
Have you seen it before? You have only seen Xuepocao in the pharmacopoeia, and now you have only seen Yushan in books? Or are you just talking nonsense? Human life is at stake, do you understand?
So many people are waiting for Xue Po Cao to save their lives, but you tell me that you have never seen the true appearance of Yushan? Do you think I am a three-year-old child? I tell you, you better pray to God to bless Yifeng and he is safe, otherwise...
..." She was emotional and her words were full of cruelty. If an old and hoarse voice hadn't sounded in time, she wouldn't have known what to say to intimidate Luo Cheng.
"Don't be upset, Immortal! This young master is not just talking nonsense. There is a strange and steep mountain towering into the clouds three hundred miles away from here, called Yushan." She paused after hearing this, let go of her hand, turned around and looked at the man holding a hand beside her.
The old man with the bamboo stick is none other than Xu Xingbang.
At this moment, everyone in the garden looked at this "immortal" who suddenly lost control in amazement. After learning the whole story, they all knelt down and worshiped the sky, prayed for Yifeng, and hoped that he would be well and come back soon.
Only then did Shi Meng realize his gaffe, and looked back and smiled awkwardly at Luo Cheng, "Um... I'm really sorry for scaring you! I'm probably dizzy from hunger and have a little low blood sugar, hehe!"
As he spoke, he snatched the porridge bowl from Mu Zili's hand and started to drink the porridge, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
When Luo Cheng saw this, he just waved his hand slightly and said calmly: "Jade Mountain is steep, and it is normal for Miss Meng to be worried. It's just that Mr. Feng went to collect medicine to save everyone's lives. With God's blessing, he will return safely!"
Hearing this, Mu Zili bowed his hands toward Luo Cheng with an apologetic expression, and whispered to Xi Meng: "Drink slowly, no one will compete with you!"