Legend of Fei Chapter 126: Mountain Flower

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Zhou Fei did not move.

She is like a traveler who has just returned from a long way. She may not be unhappy in her heart, but she is very tired. She is too tired to see her loved ones and she doesn’t want to talk, and she doesn’t want to eat when she smells the home-cooked dishes that she has missed for a long time. , It seems indifferent.

Zhou Fei stood by the water for a while, and saw the fine waves coming and going back and forth against the reefs on the shore. Part of the fishing net fell into the water, and as the water surface undulated, it was sometimes immersed in the pale foam. , Glowing with a strange luster. After a long while, she poked the ground lightly with the broken cover, took out a small porcelain bottle, and said: "I found the legendary'Zhuming Firetail Grass', and I brought it back with the help of the poisonous man to grind it into powder. I don't know if there is any. It's no use."

Zhou Fei got the map from Zhou Yitang, and ran to dig Liang Shao's tomb upside down.

Liang Xiangye was also miserable. He bowed all his life during his lifetime, and felt uneasy after his death. The grave was planed more than once. When Zhou Fei went there, he didn't even find his bones, and the coffin lid was lifted to one side. There is an empty "three long and two short", very bleak. Fortunately, the first visitors were very purposeful looking for things. Most of the funerary items did not move. Zhou Fei took out all the things related to the Great Medicine Valley and sent them to Penglai. The others simply sold their personal affections. , Sent to Ying He Cong.

In the past few years, Zhou Fei compared the "Hundred Poison Classics" by Lu Run, a stray wizard, and walked through countless strange places in the world. He also forged deep feuds with Tong Kaiyang, and became mixed up with him. Half an expert in rare herbs, the results seem to be always unsatisfactory, and it is difficult to cure the symptoms.

Sometimes Zhou Fei would also think, if she was Xie Yun, would she be willing to hang on like this and spend most of her life in a coma?

She felt crazy just thinking about it.

With such a turning of her mind, Zhou Fei often feels very discouraged, but she is a little bit paranoid in her heart. Although discouraged, she has not given up her heart. After a night of despair, the next day she can still "resurrect" in a ghostly spirit. .

Xie Yun’s awake time was very short. At the beginning, he was only forced to wake up by the internal force of the three elders on his island. He had almost no consciousness. This year, he used the "Hundred Poison Classics" contained in The "Jiaoxiang" made by Qimang "Jiaodan" has only taken a turn for the better. It has been able to get up and move for a while, but unfortunately... Zhou Fei hurriedly hurried, but still didn't catch up.

Zhou Fei whispered: "I haven't found the kind of internal force that Master Tong Ming said."

The old fisherman was not very surprised, he concentrated on pulling the fishing net in his hand, and said without looking up: "I heard that when you came in, your steps were a little hesitant, and I knew there was no result."

There are actually four people in the legendary "Penglai Xian". In order to save Xie Yun, one of the seniors passed on the merits to him without telling the other three people. He has passed away. Now, there is still a high-ranking monk Tong Ming. , A Master Lin who has been in the Imperial College and loves to mislead others, and this old fisherman.

The name of this old man dressed as a fisherman is Chen Junfu. His name and appearance are unremarkable. Not many people know about it, but what he did is very famous-for example, in the early years of Shanchuanjian. His wife made it to order, and later fell into the invulnerable "Mu Yunsha" in the hands of Qinglong Lord Zheng Luosheng.

According to legend, this person has a pair of hands that can turn stones into gold, organs, weapons, treasures...everything.

Compared to Master Tong Ming who always talks with Zen, and Master Lin who is not 46, Zhou Fei is more willing to chat with this old Chen.

For more than three years, even though Zhou Fei was born with a jumpy temperament, she calmed down in repeated disappointments. She stood and sat with the old fisherman, talking frustrated words, but there were no waves on her face, as if she was just talking He chats as usual.

Zhou Fei asked: "Old Chen, what if I can't find it in the end?"

The old fisherman took out a weird shuttle, and started to weave one layer of netting on another layer at a hand speed that people could not see clearly. The fishing line he used was extremely thin, which seemed to be better than the legendary "five-layer yarn." The satin with a mole on the chest is even thinner.

Although Chen Junfu is quick in his hands, he speaks very slowly. He quietly said: "The first time I saw you, Mr. Lin wanted to make fun of him. At that time, you could not do anything with him. Now it is only two or three years. Situation, he doesn't dare to mess with you casually, do you know why?"

Although Zhou Fei is a martial idiot, there are always times when he doesn't want to discuss martial arts, he said in a sorrowful manner: "I don't know, fist is afraid of being young? Maybe it is his old man who reads more and more lives. Go back."

Chen Junfu stretched out his hand and pulled the fishing line lightly, and the fishing line was cut cleanly by him. The big "fishing net" that was spread flat on the ground moved a little, and the scorching light "splashed" like a splash. Past. He lifted his dark face, squinted his eyes and smiled at Zhou Fei, and said, "Because other people are either going uphill, downhill, or staying on the ground, with ups and downs under their feet. You are different. You are walking not on a slope, but on a cliff. There is no path between the stone steps. You can only jump up hard. Every time you can catch the stone above, you will struggle to climb up. If you can't climb up, you will I had to fall to pieces, this is the way to die and live later-I ask you, have you ever been afraid of it?"

Zhou Fei was stunned, then nodded and said: "Yeah."

Fearing is human nature, but she was infected by Xie Yun with bad luck. Every time she was in danger, she seemed to be stuck in a crack in a stone. If she wanted not to be trapped to death, she could only move forward. , It's useless to be afraid.

Chen Junfu asked: "What do you do when you are scared?"

"I just thought I was actually on a higher...or higher stone steps, and when I thought of myself confidently, I felt that this step in front of me was nothing to say." Zhou Fei pursed his lips and rushed to Chen Junfu. Nodding, barely smiled, "I see, thank you, Mr. Chen for your advice."

"Give me some advice, just to teach you to deceive yourself and feel better. Go ahead." Chen Junfu waved at her and got busy again.

Zhou Fei turned and walked into Xie Yun’s retreat in the cave. As soon as he reached the door, he already felt the heat wave spreading out. A strange fragrance came out from it. It was Jiaoxiang. It is said that ordinary people meditated in it for a while and took a few mouthfuls. Jiaoxiang, the inner strength cultivation base can get twice the result with half the effort-just don't stay for a long time, otherwise it will damage the meridians.

The cave in the cave was brightly lit by these wealthy old things like Penglai. There were no torches on the wall. They were all fist-sized Ye Mingzhu. As soon as Zhou Fei went in, she was stunned-only the last time she came. On the stone wall that was still bare at the time, a piece of rhododendron was painted with heavy colors. The painting was so good that the hunting red could almost be fake and real. It bloomed on a wall, and it was so gorgeous that it hit people’s eyes and was full of life, as if a gust of wind passed by. , Can turn up the red waves like flames, for people to take a look, the lingering depression in the chest seems to be a little lighter.

In the scent of water, a thinner man lay quietly on it, his pale face was a bit more **** by the paintings on the wall, and he held a piece of crimson warm jade in his hand.

Zhou Fei slowly walked to him and sat down, feeling that the whole cave was as hot as a stove, and Xie Yun could feel cooler beside the big ice block.

She looked up at the painting on the wall and said to Xie Yun: "You painted it? Tsk, you are quite leisurely."

The person lying down naturally couldn’t answer, but Xie Yun answered—Zhou Fei’s gaze swept across the entire wall of the red cuckoo, and found several lines of inscriptions in the corner and signed them, beginning with a line of Bai Letian’s "Looking back at the peaches and plums are colorless, reflecting that hibiscus is not a flower", then he said, "After a big dream, I saw a mountain flower like a jade in my dream. If I see an old friend, I am overjoyed."

Zhou Fei smiled involuntarily when he saw the three words "I want to open up".

Next, she saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the small table next to her, so she jumped off the stone bed, moved to the small table lightly, and read the letter Xie Yun left her.

I saw a few pictures spread on the table. The first picture was a 13-year-old girl, very childish, slender and delicate, standing on a big rock with one leg, head turned away from the picture. Look, the eyebrows are flying, he looks very proud.

Zhou Fei raised her eyebrows in surprise, vaguely remembering that this was the first time she met Xie Yun at Ximojiang Middle School when she was young. She herself can't remember a bit, but she didn't expect Xie Yun to write so much. After seeing this, Zhou Fei's heart jumped slightly...Unexpectedly, when he saw the inscription, he suddenly changed from being moved to being out of breath-the unlucky thing surnamed Xie named this painting "Shui Cao Jing Childhood".

The second picture shows a young girl who has grown up and has a handsome face. She is holding a skull in her hand and is placing it on a pile of skeletons. There are piles of black shadows next to them, with only a bunch of moons. The light came down and fell on the girl's back.

Zhou Fei suppressed the turmoil in his heart this time, and went to read the title first, and saw that this painting reads "The majestic grass spirit goes down to the cave alone, preparing for the Black Beidou Eight Hundred Kings and Ba".

Zhou Fei: "..."

She grinds her teeth on the spot, and glances back at Xie Yun. I don't know if it is her illusion, she always feels that Xie Yun's mouth still has a smirk.

For an instant, Zhou Fei suddenly felt that his dragging feet were really unnecessary. This layman who wanted to play so well seemed to be far from death.

She whispered "jerk" and opened the third painting angrily.

The third painting depicts a young girl who is a bit older than the previous girl. Her facial features are the same as the first two, but she is smiling. She is wearing a red dress with flying corners and sideburns. Like a crow feather, his eyebrows are straight, standing among a large azalea, carrying a long knife on his back.

Zhou Fei was stunned, and suddenly felt inexplicably that he really should do such a red dress.

Immediately, she shook her head again and went to look at Xie Yun's inscription on the ruined painting. The inscription said: "The immortal in the painting is."

"It's" something. It was gone. Zhou Fei looked for it for a while, and found another two words in the corner: "Guess".

Zhou Fei couldn't help asking: "Your painting is called'Guess'?"

Xie Yun said nothing, but following her actions, a small envelope fell on the scroll with a note on it that read: "You guessed wrong, it's not you, it's my wife."

Zhou Fei opened the envelope with tears and laughter, and saw that it contained familiar handwritings that had written "Li Hen Lou" and "The Sound of Jackdaw", neatly written in a whole.

"A Fei," he wrote, "I am very happy to hear that you are coming soon. There are so many prawns, soldiers and crabs on the coast of the East China Sea, all of your own clan, dipped in oil, salt, vinegar, and minced **** are very delicious. You can get close to it..."

Xie Yun’s letter didn’t mention anything about her bones, nor did she be miserable and grateful for her running around. While joking to entertain her, she listed the delicious and fun things in Penglai and asked her to go through it. Looking at the small box next to the pillow, the **** secretly said that there was a "exotic treasure" in it, but Zhou Fei opened it up and found that it was a pile of shells that made her laugh.

At the end, Xie Yun pleaded again and pitifully: "The pen and ink are all listed on the stone table. Thank you for your pity. The long story is good. Just a few words are fine. I hope you can reply one or two and explain my thoughts a little at the end of the pen." /

Then he added extravagantly and exhorted: "Also: pen and ink are only for writing on paper, don't use it for other purposes."

Zhou Fei didn't want to do anything with a bunch of pens and inks. After reading this sentence, she was immediately inspired. She smirked, rolled up her sleeves, dipped in thick ink, and came to the ignorant Xie Yun. : "This is what you asked for."

She stretched out her hand and compared it on Xie Yun’s face, and then decisively swiped the pen, facing Duan Wang’s nose, nose and eyes, and his face began to be ruined. First, she made a circle on his face. He then drew his eyebrows into two black bars, three beards on each face, and finally added an upright "king" between his forehead.

After painting, Zhou Fei tilted his head and looked at him for a moment, but still felt that something was missing, so he pulled Xie Yun's empty hand over and wrote in his palm: "I owe a beat."

Zhou Fei hovered in the furnace-like cave for a while, and when he came out again, the hesitation and exhaustion when he came was swept away.

Chen Junfu said without raising his head: "Are you gone?"

"Let's go." Zhou Fei nodded at him, "Chongyang has to go home. Once Cao Zhongkun is dead, my dad will probably start busy again. When I look back, I will look around and find a way to get another guts."

"Don't worry, there is enough to burn for a few years." Chen Junfu said, raising his hand to throw a bright thing to her, "take it."

Zhou Fei grabbed it and saw that it was a close-fitting soft armor, thin in size, and light as nothing: "Mu Yunsha?"

"What is Mu Yunsha?" Chen Junfu smiled, "But this is not an important thing. I have a little slap-sized leftover material for the fishing net, so it will be enough for you if you can't wear it in any other way. Yes. The old man named it "Caixia", how about it?"

Zhou Fei: "..."

No wonder Xie Yun has a hobby of collecting shells.