Go to the appointment at noon and return at sunset!
In the evening, the sky was filled with red sunset, reflecting crimson water patterns on the sparkling lake.
Feng Feiyun crossed the lake, passed through the bamboo forest, and walked back to the cave step by step.
Open the formation and walk in.
Whoosh!
A spiritual light popped out from his finger. The spiritual light burned and turned into a fire, lighting an oil lamp.
A lamp was as dim as a bean, dimly illuminating the space in the cave.
A stone bed, a stone table, or four stone chairs, nothing more.
Lying on the cold stone bed was a thin man, wearing cloth, with a pale face. He seemed to have heard the sound, and slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of joy, and said: "You are finally back alive."
The sound was as weak as a mosquito's cry.
"You finally survived until I came back." Feng Feiyun's voice was also extremely weak, as if it was stuck in his throat.
The person lying on the stone bed was none other than Murong Tuo. In order to help Feng Feiyun break through the realm, he exchanged four pounds of blood for two thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum.
Feng Feiyun had no friends before he came, but he had already regarded Murong Tuo as his first friend.
"Haha!" Murong Tuo laughed in a low voice, and the laughter got stuck in his throat again. He shrank his already thin body and felt a little cold all over his body.
A person who has lost too much blood will feel cold to some extent in his body, just like Feng Feiyun who also feels extremely cold at this moment.
Feng Feiyun took out the 800-year-old calamus from his arms. It was a gift from the third prince of the Dashi Kingdom. It has an extraordinary magical effect on people who have lost too much blood.
Feng Feiyun planted one piece of calamus, then carefully fed it into Murong Tuo's mouth, and then placed the remaining seven pieces of calamus on Murong Tuo's pillow.
"The 800-year-old calamus has very strong medicinal properties. If you take one piece every day, your body will definitely recover in eight days."
Murong Tuo's eyes were dark and bright. Maybe it was because his eyes were already bright, or maybe because he had taken a piece of calamus and had some strength in his body. He said, "Thank you."
"I should be thanking you." Feng Feiyun sat quietly on the edge of the stone bed, biting his lips tightly, leaning sideways, and secretly pinched his Dantian with one hand.
After half an hour, when Murong Tuo's face had some color, Feng Feiyun took out the second-grade Wuhua Pill and gave it to him.
This second-grade Wuhua elixir is a holy medicine for healing. It melts in the mouth. Murong Tuo's whole body is wrapped in the light of the elixir, and his body exudes a strong medicinal fragrance.
"Bang!"
At the same time, Feng Feiyun could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground, unconscious. A trace of blood escaped from his dantian, dyeing his clothes red.
He had indeed been injured for a long time, especially in the duel with Gu Qing.
Gu Qing was so powerful that even with a spiritual weapon, he might not be able to block that unique sword move. Feng Feiyun could only have a chance of winning with a move that would hurt both sides.
Gu Qing's sword pierced into the Dantian. Although it was blocked by the female demon's corpse palace, it had already severely damaged Feng Feiyun's vitality. It was only with a strong willpower that he was able to walk back in one step.
Otherwise, he would have died on the martial arts battle tower.
Murong Tuo slowly sat up from the stone bed, looked at the unconscious Feng Feiyun on the ground for a long time, formed a sword formula with his fingers, hesitated for a long time, and finally put it away.
Lying back again!
The night became a bit melancholy and full of unknowns.
When Feng Feiyun woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day, and warm sunlight shone in from outside the cave. At this moment, he was lying on the stone bed, covered with a straw quilt.
The wounds on the pubic area of the abdomen had also been cleaned and bandaged, and even the wounds on the shoulders, chest, and legs had been treated with herbs. Only the wounds on the inner thighs still caused pain.
"Murong Tuo!" Feng Feiyun shook his head slightly and smiled.
Feng Feiyun cultivated the immortal phoenix body, and his body recovered extremely quickly, ten times faster than an ordinary person. He did not need any healing elixir to recover on his own.
After two days of training, the injury has recovered to the third or fourth level. In the eyes of ordinary people, this is definitely a kind of shocking recovery.
After walking out of the cave, there is a green lake, and green bamboos rising from the ground. Perhaps because the bamboos have absorbed too much spiritual energy, they are as clear and crystal clear as jade.
Murong Tuo took calamus and a second-grade Wuhua Dan. After two days of cultivation, his body had recovered a lot. Several freshwater fish came to the lake, and they were grilling the fish with burning bamboo leaves.
Standing on the bamboo branches, swinging a row of iron drills, sometimes adding some ingredients that he didn't know where to get, simple tools, a few simple ingredients, but the aroma of the grilled fish floated far away, making the wind fly
Yun couldn't help but sniff his nose.
I have to say that Murong Tuo indeed has the demeanor of a great chef!
"Do you often eat barbecue at night?" Feng Feiyun slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.
Murong Tuo sat on the ground, with a slight smile on his sallow face and said: "I have been hungry since I was a child. If I didn't find food by myself, I would have starved to death long ago."
He handed a futon made of bamboo leaves to Feng Feiyun.
This futon is very finely woven and divided into three layers. It is very comfortable to sit on.
"By the way, I have never heard about your family. Can you tell me?" Feng Feiyun said with a smile.
Murong Tuo's face suddenly became a little unnatural. He remained silent, just turning over the grilled fish in his hand. After a long time, he said: "I don't have a home."
"How can a person not have a home?" Feng Feiyun said.
"Ever since I can remember, everyone has said that I am a little bastard, including my brother, including my father, and even the servants call me that. Only my mother will not call me Tuoer. In such a family,
, It’s okay if you don’t want it.” Murong Tuo’s hands squeezed tightly, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his mouth.
"Aren't you your father's biological child?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"No biological father would call his son a bastard, let alone the famous Zhentian Hou, Murong Chengde." Murong Tuo said.
"You are the son of Zhentianhou." Feng Feiyun's face was slightly happy.
"No, he has never regarded me as his son, and I have never regarded him as his father. I only have mother in my heart, only mother, and never a father..." He kept repeating this sentence.
Feng Feiyun asked again: "Is your mother the eighth concubine of Zhentianhou?"
Murong Tuo exclaimed: "How do you know?"
Feng Feiyun chuckled, it turned out that he was Liu's biological son. Is this the legendary fate?
"It's a pity that my mother has died of illness for three months. When she was dying, she asked me to learn this skill no matter what, and become a great treasure hunter, otherwise I would be sorry for her spirit in heaven." Murong Tuo said.
Feng Feiyun originally planned to tell him that he actually had a father, but after hearing this, he took back what he was about to say. After all, his mother had just died. If he learned about his biological father again,
The news of his death will probably be even more sad.
"I will help you." Feng Feiyun said.
"Can you help me fulfill my mother's last wish?" Murong Tuo said.
"You are a natural spirit person. It is not difficult to become a great treasure hunter. All you need is a training book that a treasure hunter should have." Feng Feiyun slowly took the "Eight Skills Scroll" from the world spirit.
He took out a corner of the stone, but quickly put it back.
Feng Feiyun felt sorry for Liu himself and wanted to make amends with his son, but he couldn't pass on a sacred book like the "Eight Skills Scroll" to him now. He had to wait until he laid a solid foundation.
If Feng Feiyun knew that Zhentianhou's eighth concubine did not die of illness, but died in Ji Cangyue's hands, I wonder what he would think?
If Feng Feiyun knew that the real Murong Tuo had died in Ji Cangyue's hands, I wonder what he would think?