Wuwu Jianghu

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After going out for more than 80 miles, I did not find any other buildings.
I also asked the herb collector, who clearly told me that there were no other courtyards nearby.

Back in the ruined temple house, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, Feng Ziyue decided to explain to the old man, took out the prescription and asked what the revenge medicine was,

In the dead of night, people can't sleep quietly,

Come to the window to see the flowers and plants growing quietly in the yard, the sky is extraordinarily bright and shimmering, and the air in the mountains is extraordinarily chilly.
In the courtyard, there are still patrolling guards carrying red lights in twos and threes, and a few big birds are standing on the eaves, poking their heads and staring at Feng Ziyue thinking,
Feng Ziyue closed the doors and windows for fear of accidents, so she didn't dare to sleep under the bed until dawn.

Drowsy and sleepy until the sun rises, birds chirping, snoring everywhere, being awakened by voices while sleeping soundly,

Looking sideways, I poked my head out and smiled. I saw a room full of people looking for and talking about it. I heard someone say,
Bros,
Why did this person run away suddenly? Was he taken away by a wild beast?
Someone replied, I don’t think the doors and windows in the house are fine, I guess this person’s unknown origin must be hidden by evil magic,

He is secretly searching for our gold, silver and jewels in the dark, maybe he is a thief,

Gossip about everything,

Feng Ziyue rubbed her eyes, rested her head on her wrist, and looked at them talking cheerfully, feeling tired all over and with a bulging stomach and going to the toilet.

A little anxious, he jumped out from under the bed, stood in the middle of the room in a big robe with disheveled hair, and grinned at everyone,
Scared the five or six people in the house, and shouted loudly, hell, hell,

Scattered jumping from the windows and climbing the beams of the house, and the clanging noise in the house alarmed the people in the courtyard. People panicked and thought that something had happened.

Take a big knife and surround the door,
At this time, Feng Ziyue, with disheveled hair, just arrived at the door, and bumped into a herb picker head-on. The man didn't look at him carefully, and he was too short to see his head.
At that time, hey, ghost, the ghost was foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground without waking up, and the people behind didn't know what happened.
Wake up the felled herbal picker, screaming and running away,

Feng Ziyue saw that they were in a state of distress, so she also pretended to pick up a stool and mingled in the crowd and shouted,

Where are the ghosts, fight ghosts, fight ghosts,

Someone spotted him with sharp eyes and said, alas, he has a shadow, so he is a person and not a ghost,
Everyone withdrew from a long distance to watch carefully, just watching him like a monkey, a farce ended in watching,
The old man and his people also arrived. After listening to his subordinates, everyone burst into laughter, and then turned and left.

After Feng Ziyue washed up and had breakfast, she went to the front yard to look for the old man. She searched twice but couldn't find anyone.
A young man said,

Master, he just went out to collect herbs in the mountains, and he probably will be back in the afternoon.
Feng Ziyue wandered around the courtyard with nothing to do, walked to the herbal medicine and smelled the smell of medicine, a pure natural and pollution-free medicine fragrance,
Turning around and approaching the door of a plaque in the courtyard, the plaque has no words and pushes the door to enter the house. I see many cabinets and windows in the house filled with rocks and wood carvings.
And a few sparkling emerald jewels,

I checked the whole house and found nothing related to herbs and medicines. The two open houses are separated by a door.

There is a portrait hanging on the wall next to the window on the left side. It is obvious that only an outline is drawn. Feng Ziyue looks very familiar like Fang Qingbo, which is a bit interesting.

How could anyone draw her,
I shook my head and muttered, judging who is based on a silhouette is purely imagination, I think too much,

Beside the portrait is a desk,
Complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone,

Feng Ziyue sat on a chair and looked at the scene in the house thinking, the old man knows medicine, why is there no medicine in the house,

Disturbed, I got up and went to the desk, picked up the brush and drew some pictures, and suddenly felt that besides learning martial arts and spells, I was also a master of art.
Looking at the painting while entertaining myself, I nodded very satisfied. I like this abstract painting very much. The artistic conception is so strong that I can’t understand it.

When Feng Ziyue was proud, someone suddenly spoke behind him. The painting is not bad. It is very suitable for hanging at the door to ward off evil spirits.

He suddenly turned his head to see the old man staring at him cheerfully,

Damn,

Why did this old man suddenly come back mysteriously? There is a conspiracy. Be careful.

May I ask when the old man will return,
I heard from your apprentice that you go to gather herbs and come back in the afternoon,

The old man with a long beard said, I forgot to take the medicine bag halfway, and I took it on purpose when I came back, just in time to meet you showing your skills in an abstract painting,
Feng Ziyue said, old man, I approached the house unintentionally. Please believe me if I have no other intentions.
The old man said with a smile, the young man's house was filled with people coming in and out, regardless of master and servant and outsiders.

come come sit down
The two made tea and chatted. He secretly observed the old man. The old man didn't show any reluctance. He kept smiling and looked at him calmly, as if he didn't know why he was restless.

Feng Ziyue said, old man, I have lived in the house for a few days as an outsider, why didn't you ask my name?
The old man said with a smile, passing by and meeting is fate, human nature is good and there is no need to know too much,
Didn't you also ask my name?
After listening to Feng Ziyue, he thought to himself,
Hey hey, I'm so mad, I just wanted to ask his name, but the old man blocked my mouth with a seemingly ordinary sentence, I can't ask who he is,

Feng Ziyue secretly said in his heart, this old man is definitely not simple, he looks like an ordinary person on the outside, you don't know how deep he is in hiding,
Feng Ziyue said cheerfully, what the old man said is too profound, I don’t understand it, but I know you are a man of erudition and talent,
It is my honor to know the old man,

The old man with wisps of beard laughed and said, young man, you are very good at talking, I can tell there is something in your words,

Are you looking for me for something?

The more Feng Ziyue heard the old man talk like this, the more uneasy he felt. Now he doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend.

I dare not take out the prescription and ask,
Thinking of Bai Lang's mention of revenge medicine, I feel that the connotation is too deep, and the old man is very mysterious, afraid of causing trouble,
Feng Ziyue rolled his eyes while holding the tea bowl. He wanted to check again whether there were any ruined temples nearby.

Ask with a smile, old man, I have something to ask, may I ask if there are ruined temples or abandoned manors in this mountain?
The old man said that there are no manors or temples in the primeval forest three hundred miles away from the young man.
The voice just fell,

There was a sudden click on the window inside the house, and a flash of red light flashed, and the two of them took advantage of the situation to look.

Seeing the portraits of people hanging on the wall, many holes were punched out by sand and stones,
The old man walked forward quickly and took down the painting, muttering in his mouth, "It's a good painting, it was blown by the thieves and the wounds all over my body couldn't heal.
Will be misunderstood and jump into the point where the Yellow River can't wash it away,
Feng Ziyue heard in a daze,
I hurried forward to persuade him that it doesn't matter if a painting is broken, you can just paint a few more, why blame yourself?

The old man looked at him and the two of them for three seconds, and said yes, you are right, we are destined,
(End of this chapter)