Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 601: The Lonely Person

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  ——What exactly is wrong?

——What went wrong?

——When did the problem occur?

Logically speaking, it only takes three months at most to climb up and down the mountain. Is Kunlun Mountain really a paradise for gods?

"A day in the sky and a year in the earth."

"Bullshit!"

"No, there must be a reason... Is it Yan'er?"

Bai Feng angrily pushed open the door of the inn. Five years later, the inn had been expanded at least twice as large, with many more places to rest, and correspondingly many more guests.

"I was once buried alive in the mountains, and it was Yan'er who helped me get out."

"Is it at this time? I slept in the ice cave for five years?"

"Am I really still alive..."

Seeing Bai Feng's solemn expression and unkempt appearance, other people dared not approach him and made way for him. The shopkeeper, seeing this, could not help but step forward and ask.

"Sir, would you like some tea to rest? Or a jar of wine? The 'Maple Autumn Snow' that our shop brews is the best wine in town!"

Bai Feng growled, "Do you know where my wife is?"

"Madam?" The shopkeeper took a closer look and seemed to recognize Bai Feng, and replied: "You are... the hero who saved Madam Lu five years ago!"

"Tell me quickly, where is Yan'er?" Bai Feng suddenly attacked, his voice as captivating as a loud bell, and the entire inn fell silent.

"Please... please follow me, my hero. You will know it after you see it." The shopkeeper took a few steps forward, then looked back at Bai Feng tremblingly, and asked with some fear: "Sir? It is inconvenient to explain the whole thing to you here. You understand, right?"

Bai Feng didn't know why he suddenly didn't want to trust anyone, but he could feel that the other person was telling the truth, because if there was any lie, he was confident that he could easily catch that discord. If the other person said something nice to buy time, he could tell it right away.

But he just didn't want to believe it.

"She left again? She didn't wait for me..."

Bai Feng stood there dejectedly.

After a while, Ge Mao found Bai Feng in the inn and asked him, "Mr. Bai, what are you doing here? Why are everyone looking at you?"

The shopkeeper thought that his savior had arrived, and immediately asked Ge Mao for help: "Master, since you know the White Knight, can you please ask him to come in with me? Our shop still needs business!"

"Let's go in together." After Ge Mao finished speaking, Bai Feng nodded and bowed to apologize to everyone present.

Looking from outside the room, Bai Feng couldn't see anything special, but as soon as she walked into the room, a familiar feeling immediately hit her.

——It is the aroma of yarrow.

He sniffed hard, sniffed greedily.

"My wife has told me to use yarrow incense to dispel the foul air in the house every day. She has also specifically asked me not to rent this room to anyone or move anything in the house. In other words, everything here is exactly the same as it was five years ago."

"Why..." Bai Feng murmured, found the couch he had sat on before and sat down, feeling very emotional.

Soon, a servant brought a book, or more precisely, a very elaborate notebook. The shopkeeper presented the book to Bai Feng and explained, "Since your wife left five years ago, she has returned here every year during the harvest season to organize people to go up the mountain and look for people. Although her efforts were in vain, she still took great pains to write down everything that happened to her in that year in this book. She said that if one day you, the hero Bai, come back and she can't, then you, the hero Bai, can know everything that happened before through this book."

Bai Feng asked: "You said Yan'er would come back once a year?"

"Yes, according to the custom of previous years, the date is coming soon this year." The shopkeeper walked to the door and bowed respectfully, saying, "Please wait patiently, Mr. Bai, your wife will come soon." After that, the shopkeeper closed the door and left. Bai Feng held the book and carefully opened the first page.

In the first spring after Bai Feng went up the mountain, the Taiping Dao members swept in, and Murong Yan had no choice but to embark on a journey of exile. However, she was much stronger than Bai Feng had imagined, and she returned to Bai Feng's hometown, Yangshan, alone with her child and Yu Ke.

"Brother Feng, do you still remember Lord Yang Ji whom we met in Yanzi Town? He really returned to Sister Chun's grave with Madam Yang as promised to keep vigil. Xier and I were taken care of by them..."

"Ake? She is just like you. She has mastered swordsmanship to perfection and can now go down the mountain alone to help the weak and fight against the strong. I have to rely on her protection most of the time! Although she often hides away and wipes away tears sadly, she has never shown this side of her in front of me. I know that she misses you very much, and so do I..."

"Although we didn't find Brother Feng after this adventure, we have found another way up the mountain. The risk there is less and the road conditions are better. I think we may rebuild the ladder to Kunlun there in the future..."

Bai Feng gently put the book aside, fearing that he would crumple the paper with his affection if he got a little excited, and he couldn't bear to do that.

"It's not easy to raise a child by yourself! Xier has started to understand things. She often asks me where her father is. I don't know how to answer, but I can't be sad in front of the child..."

"This is my first time to such a high place. It's really cold here. Are Brother Feng's clothes warm enough? They all advised me not to look for you, but I know you must still be alive, and I have been confidently refuting their words..."

"I really don't know how many times I can come back here! Ancient gods, please bless us. I am willing to exchange everything just to see Brother Feng again..."

Bai Feng looked at the words that were written with such painstaking effort and every sentence he made. He could not help but think of the hymn that Murong Yan had sung in the past. Tears immediately fell from his eyes that had been dry for a long time.

This was a long, silent sob.

Ge Mao accompanied her silently. He didn't know what was written in the book, but seeing Bai Feng so sad, he couldn't help but be moved: "There are so many strange things in the world, but I have never heard of such a thing."

The sunlight, as red as maple leaves, shone on Bai Feng. He looked like an old man covered with wounds, half of his body was stained with blood, but his eyes were still clear.

"Yan'er..."

His tears almost wet his beard.

"Master Bai! Master Bai!" Someone was knocking on the door outside.

Ge Mao sorted out his thoughts and went to answer the door: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"I'm Lu Tianxiu!" Lu Tianxiu saw Bai Feng sitting on the couch, so he went over to hug him and said sadly, "You should have told me right away when you came back! As long as you're still alive, it's good enough."

"Mr. Bai..." Zhang Sidan cried bitterly in front of the door.

Bai Feng was in a state of depression and could not tell the difference between reality and illusion. He asked, "You two, was this book really written by Yan'er?"

"It's absolutely true!" Lu Tianxiu said, "I think the only thing that can separate you two in this world is separation in life and death."

Bai Feng hung his head in dejection, blaming himself, "I actually doubted Yan'er in my heart! If it weren't for her, I would have died in the avalanche long ago!"

"No, that's not the case!" Zhang Sidan said, "For five years, no one thought you would come back alive, except Yan'er. She will come to the town soon, or Mr. Bai can pick her up in person! She will definitely be so happy that she will go crazy!"

Bai Feng asked in confusion: "Can I?"

"Of course you can!" Lu Tianxiu praised generously, saying, "Master Bai has already received the gods from heaven, is there anything you can't do? Hahaha..."

Bai Feng looked at Ge Mao numbly, and in an instant he seemed to have lost all emotions: he seemed to be looking for a kind of recognition, a recognition that he had returned alive after five years of bravely entering Kunlun.

Ge Mao's eyes suddenly became wet. He didn't know why, he just wiped his tears and nodded.