As Gu Luowei's wife, Feng knew where Yuan Lang lived. They did not go directly to Moon City. They did not dare to delay too much, but headed directly towards the small forest where no one dared to step foot. .
When they arrived at the woods, Feng raised her hand to signal everyone to stop. She knew Yuanlang's rules. No outsiders were welcome here, especially not so many people arriving at the same time. However, the situation was urgent and Feng had no time to tell everyone this and turned over. Dismounted and walked to the edge of the woods.
"Excuse me, please lead the way. I have something important to do and I need to see Mr. Yuanlang." The voice of the wind echoed in the small woods. After a moment of silence, I heard the sound of rustling leaves coming from above the woods, and then, a figure fell down.
It was a woman, a woman around forty years old, wearing an assassin-specific costume. The well-defined muscles could be seen at the base of her snow-white thighs, giving her an inexplicable sense of beauty.
"Time is not forgiving, Feng, you are getting old too," this woman obviously recognized Gufeng's mother, the two of them were like two sisters who had not seen each other for many years.
Feng stepped forward and hugged her, then separated: "Yan, is everything okay?"
"Nothing has changed. Your Excellency seldom leaves as always. I have been waiting here for more than twenty years." He cast his gaze on the person behind Feng Feng. "My Excellency, you don't like so many people disturbing you. What are you..."
"Yan, I don't have time to say more, Feng'er is in trouble and must be treated by Master Yuan Lang," Feng said impatiently.
"Feng'er, ancient style,"
"That's right, it's Gu Feng, my child, that's my child, he is now...now..." Feng's words were choked, and tears rolled in her eyes. At this moment, she couldn't help but recall the scene that day.
"Okay, don't say any more," Yan walked directly to the back of a horse-drawn carriage, opened the curtain, and took out the unconscious Gu Feng. Facing other people, Yan always gave people a cold feeling. Feeling: "Others are prohibited from entering here. If you don't listen to the advice, you will be responsible for the consequences."
As he said that, he held Gu Feng in both hands and led the three of them into the shady depths of the woods.
There is no need to ask Feng what greetings he wants now, because everyone knows that Gu Feng's position in Yuan Lang's heart is also very important. He has left here for such a child many times, which was simply impossible in the past.
What's more, now that the wind is coming, she has not been back here for twenty years. I believe Yuan Lang will be very happy to see it.
"Sir, Gu Feng seems..." Standing outside the fence, before Yan could finish her words, the door of the thatched hut had been opened, and Yuan Lang walked out in a hurry. Without saying a word, he just nodded and hugged Feng. Entered the room in an ancient style.
Outside the door, for three days and three nights, Feng waited quietly without eating, drinking or sleeping, hoping to see his son appear in front of him alive and kicking again, but every time he turned his head to look, that After all, the door remained tightly closed and did not open.
Her heart was high, and in the past three days, her entire face had become much more haggard than before.
The few yellow leaves falling from the top of her head indicated that the weather was gradually turning to autumn, and a faint coolness invaded the foggy mind. Her eyes were full of worry for her son.
The general has been lost. If Gu Feng cannot be saved, Feng Zhen doesn't know how he can continue to live.
During these three days, Yuan Lang stood motionless in front of Gu Feng's bed in the hut, not using any treatment methods at all, but just watching quietly.
I kept thinking in my heart, "Should I save you, should I save you,..."
Perhaps because he had figured out something, Yuan Lang finally raised his hand. The movement was very simple. A burst of mysterious energy filled his palm, and then fell on Gu Feng's forehead. Suddenly, Gu Feng opened his eyes and shouted, that voice Tearing at the heart of the mother waiting outside the door.
Feng's hands clenched together tightly, and the scorch in her heart made her unable to calm down any longer.
Yan patted her shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, Feng'er will be fine,"
Although he nodded, everyone could see that Feng's eyes were full of worry for his son, and even a kind of desire, hoping that Gu Feng would be okay.
The only way to truly perform the treatment was a simple half an hour. In less than half an hour, the door of the hut opened with a creak, and Yuan Lang walked out.
"Sir, how's it going? How's Feng'er doing?" Feng, who was losing his mind and feeling anxious, hurriedly ran up and grabbed Yuan Lang's hand and asked.
Seeing the love for his son revealed in Feng Yan, Yuan Lang nodded: "It's nothing serious. It's just that the profound energy and physical strength were consumed too much, and the mental strength was slightly traumatized. I have injected part of the repaired profound energy into his mind. Among them, as long as he rests for about half a year, he should be able to recover, so you don't have to worry too much,"
Hearing that his son was fine, Feng Gao's heart finally dropped and he knelt down: "Thank you, sir, for saving my son's life. Thank you, sir, for saving my son's life."
Yuan Lang helped him up and said, "Go and see him. After the golden profound energy on his head has completely entered his body, you can take him back to recuperate. If there are no problems, he should be able to wake up within three days. But You have to tell him that he must not get involved in any other cultivation techniques within half a year, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous,"
"I know!" Thanks again, Feng entered the room and saw his son lying quietly on the bed, his brows furrowed and looking quite uncomfortable. Feng also felt worried for him.
Mother and son are connected. The son's pain will make the mother heartache. On the contrary, if the mother is in pain, the son will stay with her day and night and never leave her. This is the most sincere, real and admirable emotion in the world.
When Gu Feng was carried by the wind and walked out of the woods, everyone hurriedly greeted him and asked.
"It's okay, Feng'er is okay," Feng, whose face was already full of joy, smiled from ear to ear. He had been worried for the past half month, and now he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Yan walked out of the woods, "I know where Feng'er lives in Yuecheng, and I will take you there."
Gu Feng's thinking was still under his control. He didn't know what was happening outside, but everything in his mind was extremely clear.
"To accommodate hundreds of things, to accommodate hundreds of things, what is the meaning of this?" Gu Feng repeatedly pondered in his mind what it meant, but in the end he still couldn't figure out the reason.
It's not that he doesn't want to wake up from his slumber. He has tried many times but can't wake up. It seems that there is a force that has been isolating him from the outside world. The wonderful feeling at the beginning once again appeared again. Gu Feng knew that this was not a bad thing.
The improvement of Xuanling Master requires continuous practice to strengthen one's combat ability, and then carry out various experiences, such as going to the territory of Warcraft to compete with Warcraft to obtain better combat skills. These are no longer lacking for Gufeng. , he has rich combat experience.
The only thing Gufeng lacks now is the ultimate power that others dare not touch and the mysterious law of soul power. Everyone has a completely different understanding of these two powers, and perhaps each has his or her own practice. Method, there is no way to teach this kind of thing by words and deeds. Even if Gu Luowei now teaches his son step by step how to break through the unbearable difficulties, he may not be able to understand that cultivation depends on oneself, and others can only serve as introduction and guidance. Function, as for more profound things, you still need to figure out and study them yourself before you can understand them.
But whether it is the method needed by Gufeng or the method needed by ordinary Xuanling masters to increase their strength, they all follow the same path, which is to continuously heal from injuries, then get injured again, and then heal again. If this happens over and over again for a long time, you will eventually be able to reach a certain level. An unattainable realm.
It's like constantly using heavy objects in the gym to pull and relax the muscles, allowing the muscles to adapt to some kind of adaptation, and then relaxing and massaging them. After adapting to the weight, increase the weight and repeat the same movements over and over again. Although it is boring, you can get beautiful muscles in the end. The principle is the same.
A body that has been repaired after repeated beatings is a body that can truly withstand the test.
It's just that this road is very long, very long for Gu Feng, and even longer for ordinary Xuanling masters, because they basically know nothing about the two powers that Xuanling masters need and the power of the soul to control the two powers.
Although Gu Feng had some understanding of the ultimate power, he could not be called an enlightenment, let alone be able to use it freely. Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the ice and fire power released by himself when fighting against that terrible monster and be sent flying.
It seems that there is a thin film that is preventing Gu Feng from breaking through. Everything in it can be seen vaguely, but no matter how hard Gu Feng tries, this thin film can never be broken. No matter how anxious and hard he tries, he still stays in place. Has he already arrived? The real biggest breakthrough.
In a daze, Gu Feng's body suddenly tensed, and then relaxed. He opened his eyes gently, and found the familiar ceiling and familiar everything. He turned his eyes, and a pair of anxious and joyful eyes stared straight at him.
"Mom," Gu Feng opened his chapped lips and shouted with difficulty.
There were cries everywhere, and they were all the cries of women.
Sometimes you can't say that women are too fragile, and you can't say that women are really made of water. At that time, it is a kind of praise for the most beautiful women. Sometimes their crying represents joy or sadness, and sometimes it is a sign of sadness for men. An inspirational stimulus. Without this cry that often lingers in my ears, life would be boring.
But having said that, if you cry every day, no one can bear it. It is not an irritation to a man, but a blow.
"It's good to just wake up." After saying this, Feng immediately closed his mouth, because he was afraid that the breath he was holding might accidentally let out and his tears would be seen by his son.