Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 595: The Lonely Person

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Bai Feng woke up in a familiar place, feeling that his limbs and head were not in the same body. He sat on the couch in confusion and blew his nose.

Everything was just like that morning two months ago, until he tried to stand up, and felt a burning pain in his foot. He saw several pieces of wood placed near the source of the pain, forming a shape around his injured leg and fixed with ropes. This made it difficult for him to stand up on his own because the space for his feet to move was very limited.

——He remembered that he was not drunk this time.

"Don't move!" Murong Yan came in with herbs and gauze. Unlike last time, she now had a worried look on her face. "The broken bones were fixed just the day before yesterday. Are you a fool? Why would you do something like that?"

"I..." While Bai Feng was still thinking about how to answer, Murong Yan untied the gauze on his feet without hesitation and joked, "Fool! I'll change the medicine for you. The doctor said that you should change the medicine every three days. You can go out and have fun again in less than half a month."

Murong Yan sighed softly, trying her best not to let the other person feel any emotional change, and then carefully changed the medicine.

Soon, a little boy with two braids appeared in front of the door, crawling and walking. Bai Feng asked in surprise, "Is it... Xier?"

The sound of Yu Ke running to find her child followed.

"As soon as I turned around, Xi'er ran here?" She apologized: "She just learned to walk... Yu Ke was careless for a moment and disturbed my brother's recuperation."

Bai Feng said: "No, bring Xier here for me to see."

Yu Ke took the child over, but Xier seemed not to recognize the bearded man in front of her and burst into tears. Murong Yan hurriedly asked Yu Ke to take the child away because Bai Feng needed complete rest.

"Yan'er?" Bai Feng saw Murong Yan suddenly turned her back and secretly cried, and explained in a panic: "I estimated the altitude at that time, nothing serious will happen. Didn't I come back to see you? Hahaha."

Murong Yan calmed down and came back to change the medicine for Bai Feng. She said, "Brother Feng, you don't have to explain anything to me. Just go ahead and do what you should do. I will always be here praying for you. Because, just like at the beginning, I have unconditional trust in you."

His wife's words could not alleviate Bai Feng's guilt for failing to fulfill his responsibilities as a father. He knew that he owed his family too much, and love was something that could never be repaid. Even if even his own daughter could not recognize him, all he could do was to continue to persevere.

However, the emotion of sadness is like a flood. The more it is suppressed, the more unstoppable it becomes.

Murong Yan felt the same way and leaned into Bai Feng's arms. Her sympathy seemed to be stronger than before. Her soft voice was soothing and sweet: "I will always pray for you."

At noon the next day, Zhang Sidan of the Lu family heard that Bai Feng had recovered a lot, so he came to express his condolences with gifts. But in fact, it seemed more like he came to relieve his depression, mainly because Lu Tianxiu was passionate about farmland and often organized land reclamation himself, and was not stingy with the hard work, even though it was almost winter.

A wife who had been married for less than half a year was being neglected and urgently needed to find a couple who had been in a relationship for many years to discuss a solution.

"Do you know? My husband and I talk face to face no more than ten times a day. How can we cultivate our relationship if this continues?" Zhang Sidan was extremely terrified: "If a vixen approaches in the future, it will definitely take no time to seduce his soul!"

Murong Yan asked: "Mr. Lu, are you still busy with farm work? Hmm~ Such a diligent person, no wonder he is so respected by the people in the town."

"That's what I said..." Zhang Sidan looked very distressed and his voice was weak.

Bai Feng continued, "Isn't Madam Lu respected by the people in the town because of this? In fact, Madam knows very well that Master Lu has been doing what he is passionate about, and it is a great thing that can benefit the people and the world, so Madam doesn't want to express her dissatisfaction in front of Master Lu."

"Well...Mr. Bai is very observant! So, is there any way you can help me? Or, I can let you convey my feelings on my behalf."

Bai Feng immediately refused, "The relationship between husband and wife depends on each other, not on others. This matter can only be resolved by yourselves. Sincerity is better than a thousand words."

Murong Yan also agreed, "How about next time when Master Lu goes out, Madam, you can secretly follow him out, and serve him some hot soup or tea after everyone has finished their farm work. Then Master Lu will definitely ask you why you are there, and he will be a little surprised. After all, Madam, you are a lady from a wealthy family, and if you go to the farm in person, you will definitely impress everyone!"

"Now, if I tell my husband what's in my heart, he will definitely not blame me..." Zhang Sidan's words were filled with hope, and he immediately thanked: "Mr. Bai and Mrs. Bai, it's great to meet you!"

Bai Feng sneered and said, "We don't work in vain when we give advice to others."

"What does Mr. Bai mean?"

Bai Feng said, "I wonder if there is a blacksmith shop in town. I would like to borrow some tools from there."

"What do you want to do?" Bai Feng said, "I want to improve the common 'pickaxe' into a 'climbing pickaxe' suitable for climbing snowy mountains. I just want to borrow it for a few days. If you need rent, I can pay double, no, triple."

"Master Bai, do you still want to go? But the snow season is only a few days away. Why don't you wait until spring? I will send someone to make a mountaineering pickaxe according to your requirements, and then organize a group of strong men to go with you. Master Bai, just take good care of your injuries for the rest of the time, and don't worry about anything else."

Bai Feng shook her head and said lightly, "No need, Madam Lu. You know we can't stay in Zhuxian Town for too long. If we can't find it this time, we'll probably have to leave. The Taiping Dao may find us here at any time."

"Mrs. Bai, don't you want to stop Mr. Bai? This is Kunlun Mountain!"

Murong Yan said: "Give us a reason to stay here for a while, isn't that good?"

Zhang Sidan naturally didn't want them to leave, so she couldn't refute it for the moment and agreed to Bai Feng's request.

After that, Bai Feng began to draw the design drawings of the mountaineering pickaxe while recovering from his injury. With the experience of the previous failure, he understood the shortcomings of the previous pickaxe and where improvements were needed, and soon produced useful results. When his injury improved and he was able to walk with crutches, he came to the blacksmith shop on time every day to work hard.

As time goes by, winter has come to Zhuxian Town, and the falling snow covers the desolate scenery.

Bai Feng, wearing a winter coat, set out from the inn before daybreak. He hid his sword behind him and hung a pair of improved mountaineering picks around his waist, tied to his arms with ropes to prevent them from falling. His bag contained a gourd for holding water, some dry food, and a few flints, trying to travel as light as possible.

He left secretly without saying goodbye to anyone, thinking that doing so would minimize the impact on his family and friends, since the trip was extremely dangerous and tantamount to suicide. However, he himself became sad and sentimental first.

Bai Feng has always been such a person, both in the past and now.

The lonely man walked through the white fields, and from afar he saw a group of people and a carriage waiting for him at the entrance of the forest.

Bai Feng was somewhat touched, but more relieved, and walked slowly with a smile on her face. Murong Yan, Yu Ke, Xier were all there, as well as Lu Tianxiu, Zhang Sidan, and Xu Qiye. Everyone was in high spirits, gathered here, and together they bid farewell to Bai Feng.

"Mr. Bai, you and I are similar people, so I won't say stupid things like trying to keep you. I wish you good luck on your journey and come back soon."

"Mr. Bai, if you really can't go on, please come back anytime. We are all waiting for you here!"

"Bai Feng, this is the amulet I asked for you, take it with you."

Bai Feng looked at Master Xu Qi and readily rejected his kindness: "Master Qi, you should keep it for yourself. I don't need this kind of thing."

"Brother, I will continue to work hard on my sword skills and become as powerful as you!"

“Hehehe…” Xier suddenly smiled in front of Bai Feng today, but Yu Ke felt that she was laughing at him. He blushed and said, “Yu Ke is definitely not bragging!”

"Child..." Murong Yan put Xi'er, who was dressed like a dumpling, into Bai Feng's arms. This time, the child finally stopped making a fuss: "Say goodbye to daddy, Xi'er."

“Dad…Dad.”

After hearing this, Murong Yan shed tears of joy: "Good child."

"Yan'er, don't cry, your tears will turn into frost." Bai Feng held the teardrops between her fingertips to prevent them from falling.

“By the way, you must take this thing with you.” Murong Yan hung the copper bell that she always carried with her on the hilt of the Longming Sword. As long as there was the slightest disturbance, the copper bell would keep ringing.

"I will hear this sound." Murong Yan said, "As long as the sound doesn't stop, I will feel relieved."

Bai Feng understood this hidden concern, and the implication was: if the sound stopped, Murong Yan would do everything she could to go up the mountain to look for someone.

"Yan'er, take care."

"I'll be here praying for you."

He turned and walked towards the mountains.