Under Ling'er's narration, Weiming finally understood the cause and effect.
It turned out that on that day, Feng Chuixue blocked Xuan Mingzi at the critical moment. After a moment, Dongfang Xi used his power to forcefully stab Xuan Mingzi's palm with his sword. However, because the palm was struck too fast, Weiming still received half of the palm, which was also
It was this half-hand difference that prevented Weiming from being killed on the spot.
At this time, the elder of the Beggar Clan, Hong Riqing, nicknamed Hong Laogui, appeared and used a set of Tathagata's Nine Seal Palm Technique to help Gu Yuexuan and Meng Po repel the Tianyi City killer and Xuan Mingzi.
Afterwards, several people first sent Weiming to the Lijia wine cellar in Dukang Village. Feng Chuixue and Protector Meng Po, Gu Yuexuan, Dongfang Xi and Hong Riqing protected Weiming's heart and soul by using his skills to temporarily save their lives. After that, the group went directly
Rushed to Xiaoyao Valley.
Hearing this, Weiming couldn't help but sigh helplessly and said: "I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape this disaster~"
But sigh, it is good to survive the disaster after all.
"Master, you still have rewards that you have not claimed. Do you need to claim them now?" Ling'er asked immediately.
"Haha~ of course"
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In the chaotic system space, there seems to be no concept of time. It originally felt like I was just staying there for a while, but when I woke up, three days had passed.
"Um?"
Weiming, who had just woken up, was confused for a moment, then he felt something strange around him. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was Po Meng who was sleeping soundly beside his bed.
Weiming glanced at the still warm millet porridge on the small table beside the bed, knowing that Sister Meng must have stayed by his side during the past few days when he was in coma, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little warmer.
I closed my eyes and felt my condition. My body was already seven to eight points better. Coupled with Mrs. Meng's careful care in the past few days, I didn't even feel weak. So I wanted to get up and go for a walk, and then quietly
He stretched out his arms and pinched Po Meng's neck a few times. Of course, this was not to be frivolous or anything like that. The acupuncture points that Wei Ming pressed were soothing and promoting sleep, naturally so as not to wake Po Meng up.
But having said that, Granny Meng's skin is indeed extremely tender and smooth, which makes Weiming, a half-year-old child, feel a little...ahem~ a little distracted, and his hands are shaking unconsciously.
After pressing for a few times, Po Meng's breath gradually became smooth and long. Weiming felt relieved and climbed up from the bed quietly. Then he gently picked up Po Meng and put her on the bed, covering her with a quilt thoughtfully.
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Then he looked around and found his weapon box placed in the corner of the room. Although it has not yet been completed to the level of a Tiandao war box, it is already a treasure box with many functions. Wei Ming went up to a certain place on the box.
After shooting, he heard a subtle sound of mechanical friction, and a jade flute came out from the top of the war box. Weiming stretched out his hand and pulled it out, but it was a rare Hetian white jade flute.
This Xiao was made by Weiming himself. Although the timbre of a jade Xiao is usually not as good as that of a bamboo one, this Xiao was polished very well by Weiming. Not only was the problem with the timbre solved, it was also a good weapon against the enemy.
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Of course, I didn’t know that I wasn’t taking Xiaoyao for fighting at this time. After lying down for several days, I naturally wanted to relax my mood. Beautiful scenery, music, and delicious food are all good refreshments. I have long heard that the scenery of Xiaoyao Valley is pleasant.
Man, if you play another piece of music, it must be pretty good.
Thinking like this, Weiming gently twirled his jade flute and walked out of the door. But the moment Weiming walked out, he didn't notice that Po Meng, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly on the bed, quietly opened her eyes and watched Weiming go out.
Po Meng looked at Wei Ming's back, with a look of reassurance in the corners of her eyes. The smile on her face was particularly peaceful, even a little intoxicated. She held the quilt that Wei Ming had just covered in her hands, feeling the remaining warmth.
, Po Meng moved her body a little, changed into a more comfortable position, and gradually fell asleep again. Well, it must be a sweet dream!
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Walking out of the room, Weiming felt a sudden enlightenment. It was noon at this time, and the sunshine was gentle but not dazzling. It was a good day to relax. Unfortunately, he didn't see a single person, so he seemed a little lonely, but Weiming didn't care too much.
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Outside the door is a small courtyard. There are various weapons and some wooden figures in the courtyard. It is probably used as a place to practice martial arts. When you walk out of the courtyard, you see a large maple forest. It has just arrived in September, and the maple leaves have begun to turn red. In the distance,
From a distance, the red maple leaves on the trees and under the trees seem to form a fairyland picture, which makes people daydream.
Although I have seen this kind of scene in the game in my previous life, a picture that is several feet long and wide is not as beautiful as being there and seeing it with my own eyes.
Wei Ming held his Xiao in his hands and walked forward along the maple forest like a graceful young man. After a while, he saw his destination, the Yunxia Waterfall in Xiaoyao Valley. There was a chessboard and several stone benches beside the waterfall.
Weiming walked to one of the stone benches and sat down, gently put the jade flute to his mouth, and a song "The Lone Star Sings Alone" slowly flowed out from the corner of Weiming's mouth.
This is actually a relatively sad piece of music in Weiming's past life. Logically speaking, in this situation, he should play something cheerful, but for some reason, Weiming just thought of this piece of music at this time.
As Xiao Yin slowly flowed out, the unknown emotions gradually became erratic. I couldn't help but recall the various experiences in this life, the grief and helplessness of my biological parents when I was a baby, the warmth and embarrassment of being dependent on my adoptive mother when I was young, and again when I was a teenager.
The loneliness and sadness of losing my mother, all the past events seem like yesterday.
Gradually, in the second half of the song, which was originally supposed to be a sad tune, it gradually became much more relaxed. Weiming thought of his experience when he entered the world. Although he was hurt and suffered a lot along the way, fortunately he had some close friends.
Accompanying each other, practicing medicine to save people, performing chivalrous acts of justice, quenching thirst with good wine, and accompanying each other as close friends, finally the journey has not been in vain.
The song ended, and before Weiming put down his jade flute, a coat suddenly appeared on his body. Looking back, he found that Po Meng had already walked behind Weiming at some unknown time.
"It's getting cold, and you're not feeling well yet. Please put on more clothes~"
In fact, when the whistle just started, Po Meng came over following the sound, but when she saw Weiming playing the Dongxiao attentively, she did not immediately step forward to disturb him, but quietly waited for him to finish playing.
This is not the first time that Meng Po has heard Wei Ming play. In the past, when the two of them were walking together, Wei Ming would play a piece of music when she had nothing to do. Sometimes it was cheerful, sometimes sad, but in fact Meng Po could feel it.
No matter what kind of music is played, there is always a trace of deep sadness hidden in it.
But this time, perhaps because one person was playing, the sadness in the music was unmistakable, which made Po Meng feel inexplicable pain in her heart.
Although Po Meng really wanted to know about Wei Ming's past, she was a smart woman. When Wei Ming wanted to say something one day, she was very willing to listen. But if Wei Ming didn't take the initiative to mention it, Po Meng wouldn't even ask a question.
"Let's go back to the house~" Po Meng gently helped Weiming up and said.
"Hmm~" Looking at Mrs. Meng's side face, Wei Ming felt a string in his heart being plucked, and said naturally: "Thank you, Sister Meng~!" This chapter has been completed!