The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 428:

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In front of the cliff is a strangely swaying sedan chair, and next to it is an inexplicably boiling pool. Feng Zhiwei’s position is at the angle. She desperately closes her eyes not to look, but people are born with an exploratory mentality in response to fear, and they can’t bear it. When he opened his eyes, he saw something round and surging in the pool, as if it was about to emerge.

"Ah!"

She let out a very reasonable scream. She wanted to move back but was unable to move back. She pushed her body back hard, and then heard a crisp sound of "swish", and a white light above her head lit up like lightning. I don't know where. The two sword lights came and struck her head-on!

The sharp sword light reflected the extremely frightened eyes. The wide-eyed Feng Zhiwei clung to the cliff. Like all people who do not know martial arts, not only did they not dare to move, they could not even scream.

"Keng!"

The sword light crisscrossed above the head, drawing two bright white arcs, flashing in the dark green cave, and disappearing into the pool.

Feng Zhiwei stared at the pool blankly, as if he couldn't understand what happened just now. He didn't seem to realize that the two sword lights were not sword lights at all, but the formation in the cave used the small hole on the mountain wall. The strong light that shines is just a "phantom sword".

People who practice martial arts have intuitive reactions to danger that they cannot control. In this tense and terrifying environment, when faced with a sudden and fierce sword, the martial artist must fight back and escape.

And Mrs. Huang is not good at martial arts.

Feng Zhiwei covered his face, and slowly squatted down the cliff as if he was frightened and exhausted, but the eyes in his hands shone coldly - just such a test? Are you underestimating her?

The sword light disappeared, and there was no movement in all directions. Only her nervous and rapid breathing was faintly lingering in the blurry and floating water.

The water vapor seems to be thicker than before, but the smell of water seems to be lighter. There is a strange smell in the air, neither smelly nor fragrant, slow and heavy, which reminds people of all the unpleasant experiences in life.

There was a sound in the pool.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the water. The round object that had been struggling and surging seemed to be disturbed by the sword light. It finally struggled and squirmed, and moved out of the water in a sticky manner, gradually revealing a person. The silhouette of the figure's body, with his back to Feng Zhiwei, his long hair hanging loosely, and he was not sure whether it was mud or clothes. His hair and body shape could not distinguish between male and female.

Feng Zhiwei seemed to have heard the movement here, but she squatted under the cliff desperately holding her head, not daring to raise her head.

But there was a deep and faint sound, and the voices of men and women could not be heard, and they sounded faintly.

"My son..."

The voice was hollow and cold, and the words were unclear. Although there was still a distance, it seemed to ring in my ears.

Feng Zhiwei, who had her face buried in her knees, suddenly looked up.

"My son..." The voice came faintly closer, its tone was deep and blank, and it was so empty and incomprehensible that it made people's hearts tighten when they heard it, calling out all the hesitations and pains hidden deep in their hearts.

The back also moved slowly, floating out of the pool in a muddy manner, with light red mud and sticky liquid dripping all over the body, which looked like coagulated blood.

The wind passed through the top of the cave, howling like weeping.

"My son..." The voice floated throughout the cave, not allowing anyone to avoid it, "Where are you..."

Everyone in the world has his mother.

Everyone in the world once acted coquettishly and enjoyed themselves in his mother's arms.

Everyone in the world has given their first nostalgia in their lives to their own milk-scented embrace.

Everyone in the world regards that embrace as the final destination of the soul, and they confide their thoughts when the soul is at its most vulnerable.

"My son...you have suffered..."

The shadow slowly came closer.

Feng Zhiwei squatted motionless.

She stared at the blurry figure in the dim light, with a faint cyan color between her eyebrows, and her eyes were painful and blank.

Ning Yi’s bearer didn’t say he was going to get him a raincoat.

On the way, a sedan bearer was hit by a stone and couldn't walk anymore. He said that he wanted to find someone else. Mr. Huang then showed that he could walk and just took a look at the surrounding scenery. The bearer helped him. Pointed the way.

Master Huang did not encounter the light of the sword or the bubbling spring water. He walked leisurely along the way, admiring the rocks and scenery, and chanting a few words from time to time, showing the full demeanor of a scholar.

After walking not far, a person suddenly walked through a stone cave beside me. The person had misty hair and jingle rings. She turned out to be a good-looking woman. When she saw Mr. Huang, she exclaimed and said to him. After stepping back, Mr. Huang was also startled. He stared back and scolded: "Who are you? Why are there other women here? Could it be that some mountain spirit ghost fox somewhere appears here to confuse people?"

The woman covered her mouth and stared at him blankly. The light from the distance shone over her. She looked at it for a long time and suddenly asked with suspicion on her face: "Could this be Huang Magistrate of Weiming County?"

"How do you know I am Huang Zhiqiu?" Mr. Huang was also stunned and looked at the other person for a while, "Also, I am no longer the county magistrate. I have been transferred to the post of Inspector of Puzhou Branch Yamen."

"Master Huang." The woman suddenly laughed and said, "Have you forgotten my concubine? I am Xiaomei in Qingyi from Linglong House in Puzhou. I was the best friend with Hongru back then. You were Linglong Lou Private Club Hongru, I opened the backyard door for you!"

"Ah? Ah!" Mr. Huang was startled, his face suddenly turned purple, and he said after a while, "Oh... Miss Mei... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Why are you here?"

"My humble concubine later became a good man." Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled, "When I married to the Imperial Capital, my husband made a living in this village, and my humble concubine also helped me take care of some chores. I don't want to meet the adults here, my red What about my sister?"

"She's probably coming soon." Mr. Huang looked back and stepped back unnaturally, "You guys are just in time to meet her."

"Why are you avoiding me like this?" Xiaomei chuckled, then leaned over, her eyes wandering, and said softly, "After seeing each other for several years, have you never thought of me at all?"

"Little girl...you have a husband and I have a wife. It is no longer the same as before..." Mr. Huang hurriedly pushed her away, his face turned red, "Please...please respect yourself..."

He took a step back, but there was a cliff behind him, but Xiaomei stood still, with her head lowered, her fingers tangled with the knot on her clothes, and she said quietly, "Sure enough, the human face is still completely distracted, Zhiqiu... It's so easy for you and me to meet here by chance, and it's just you and me, so... why are you pretending?"