The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

The fire in the blacksmith shop was burning brightly and the heat was billowing. The blacksmith looked him up and down and saw that he was still strong, so he kept him to help carry heavy objects and pull the bellows.

Shi Daming did not dare to slack off and immediately threw himself into the heavy work. The heavy iron block was steady in his hands and was placed accurately on the anvil. Every time he pulled the bellows, he used all his strength, and the fire burned fiercely, reflecting his sweaty but determined face.

As the days passed, Smith gradually got used to the high temperature and noise in the blacksmith shop. His hands became stronger and stronger, and his movements became more skillful.

In his spare time, he would quietly observe the blacksmith's iron-forging skills. The clinking sounds seemed like a unique melody in his ears.

Occasionally, when he didn't understand something, he would ask carefully when his master was taking a break.

Seeing that he was diligent and eager to learn, the master did not keep any secrets and taught him some blacksmithing tips.

Shi Daming was overjoyed and practiced repeatedly. Gradually, he was able to make some simple objects.

However, the pace at which his wages were being accumulated was still slow, and his goal of buying a horse to take home seemed still a long way off.

But Smith was not discouraged at all. He knew that as long as he persisted, one day he would have enough money, ride his own horse, and return home to the land he had been thinking about day and night.

That day, Xi Yu came to Kunlun Mountain and asked Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong to dismount and then go up the mountain together.

After the two men got off their horses, Luo Xiaoyu walked straight towards Xiaohong, his eyes gentle and with a hint of expectation. He gently stretched out his hand and held Xiaohong's arm steadily. When Xiaohong touched Luo Xiaoyu's hand, she instantly remembered Luo Xiaoyu's confession to her some days ago. The affectionate look and sincere words suddenly came to her mind, and her cheeks turned red.

She lowered her head slightly to avoid Luo Xiaoyu's burning gaze, and her heartbeat accelerated rapidly.

Seeing Xiaohong so shy, Luo Xiaoyu's mouth curled up slightly, her heart was filled with joy, but she was afraid that Xiaohong would be too embarrassed, so she just said softly: "This mountain road is not easy to walk on, it will be safer if I hold you."

Xiaohong uttered "hmm" softly, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Xi Yu watched the interaction between the two people from the side, secretly laughing in his heart, deliberately coughed, and said: "If you two are ready, let's hurry up to the mountain, it's getting late."

Having said that, he took a step forward.

Luo Xiaoyu supported Xiaohong and followed Xiyu carefully, walking up the mountain step by step.

The air on the mountain was fresh and cold, and the surroundings were quiet except for the sounds of their footsteps and the occasional chirping of birds.

There were little Taoist children patrolling on the mountain, but they all knew the prime minister. When they saw Xi Yu coming, they immediately saluted. Xi Yu said that he came to see the two Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue.

The little Taoist children did not dare to neglect and hurriedly led the way, saying respectfully: "Master Prime Minister, the two Taoist priests are in the back mountain. I will go and inform them right away."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, and took Luo Xiaoyu, Xiaohong and the little Taoist boy to walk towards the back mountain.

Xiaohong followed behind, looking at the surrounding scenery curiously. She saw that the Taoist temple in Kunlun Mountain was magnificent, with pavilions and towers scattered in an orderly manner, and it was surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Luo Xiaoyu kept an eye on Xiaohong all the time, fearing that she would be tripped by stones on the road. Occasionally, their eyes met, and Xiaohong would think of her previous confession and quickly look away with a blushing face.

Soon, they arrived at a quiet courtyard. After the little Taoist boy went in to report, the two Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue came out to greet them soon.

Taoist Qingfeng looked at him with a sharp gaze and said with a smile, "Prime Minister, what brings you here today?"

Xi Yu bowed and said, "My two Taoist priests, it's been a long time since we last met. I came here this time because I have something important to discuss with you."

Taoist Mingyue looked at Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong, nodded slightly, and said, "Then let's go inside and talk in detail."

Everyone walked into the house together and began to discuss the matter, but Xiaohong had not yet recovered from her shyness. She stood quietly aside, her thoughts already drifting away.

Then, Xi Yu solemnly told the two Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue about Xiaohong's amnesia. His words were concise and clear yet well-organized. He emphasized that the last time his wife lost her memory, it was only with the help of the two Taoist priests' exquisite medical skills and mysterious Taoist magic that her memory was restored. He earnestly requested the two Taoist priests to display their skills again.

Please help check on Xiaohong's condition and see if you can find a way to restore her memory.

When Qingfeng and Mingyue heard this, their expressions became focused and serious. After looking at each other, they slowly shifted their gaze to Xiaohong.

Luo Xiaoyu had been standing beside Xiaohong, full of concern. Seeing this, he slightly leaned close to Xiaohong's ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid. The two Taoists have great powers and will definitely be able to help you. You'd better go to them quickly." His voice was soft and carried a hint of soothing power.

Xiaohong bit her lips slightly, her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and a complex emotion of nervousness and anticipation flashed in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, slowly walked towards the two Taoist priests Qingfeng Mingyue, stood in front of them, and lowered her head slightly.

Taoist Qingfeng saw that Xiaohong looked nervous and tense, so he smiled and said, "Child, don't be nervous. Sit down and relax first."

The voice was gentle and mellow, like a spring breeze, carrying a reassuring power.

Xiaohong looked up at Taoist Qingfeng, nodded slightly, and slowly sat down as he said. She folded her hands on her knees, but she was still shaking slightly unconsciously.

Taoist Master Mingyue stepped forward, his eyes showing concentration and professionalism, and said softly: "Girl, stretch out your hand, I will take your pulse and see the situation."

Xiaohong hesitated for a moment, but slowly stretched out her hand. Her slender wrist was exposed to the air, making her look a little helpless.

Taoist Mingyue gently placed his hand, pressed three fingers firmly on the pulse, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the beating of the pulse with a focused expression. For a moment, the room was silent, with only the breathing sounds of everyone, either nervous or expectant, rising and falling gently in the air.

After a while, Taoist Mingyue slowly opened his eyes, shook his head gently, and showed a trace of helplessness on his face. He turned to Xiyu and said, "Prime Minister, this girl's amnesia is different from the last time the Prime Minister's wife suffered. We are really powerless to help."

When Xi Yu heard this, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Xiaohong's eyes, which were originally full of expectation, dimmed in an instant, her lips trembled slightly, and a feeling of loss surged in her heart like a tide. She slowly lowered her head, tightly clasping the corners of her clothes with both hands.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoyu's face also became gloomy. He bit his lower lip tightly, and his eyes revealed unwillingness and heartache.

He walked gently to Xiaohong, wanting to comfort her but not knowing where to start. He just stood beside her silently, giving her a little silent support with his presence.

Taoist Qingfeng saw this, sighed slightly, walked forward and said: "Let me try it too."

As he spoke, he placed his finger on Xiaohong's pulse. The atmosphere in the room became solemn again. Everyone held their breath, expecting a possible turn for the better.

After a while, Taoist Qingfeng also put down his hand, sighed heavily, looked at Xiyu and said: "Mingyue's conclusion is correct. This girl's pulse is disordered and complicated, and the memory loss is beyond our ability to solve."

When Xiaohong heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and all the hope in her heart was shattered in an instant. A deep feeling of helplessness surrounded her.

Seeing Xiaohong so sad, Xiyu couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and said, "Xiaohong, don't be discouraged. Didn't the genius doctor Song Shuwen say there is another way? Let's go find him and ask him. There will always be a way for you to restore your memory."

Luo Xiaoyu also echoed: "Yes, Xiaohong, don't cry, we will definitely find a way." As he spoke, he gently patted Xiaohong's shoulder, his eyes full of determination and concern, trying to give Xiaohong some comfort in this way, so that she would stop crying and rekindle hope.

Taoist Qingfeng revealed a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked Xiyu: "Prime Minister, I wonder what the method that Divine Doctor Song mentioned is?" Xiyu solemnly told Song Shuwen about going to an extremely cold place to find herbs, and his words were full of hope that Xiaohong would recover her memory.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at each other, and Qingfeng nodded slightly, saying: "In this case, for this girl, it is worth a try, but the extremely cold land is full of dangers, and the journey will be full of difficulties and obstacles."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, then turned to the two Taoist priests, bowed, and asked earnestly: "Two Taoist priests, I don't know how long it will take to find the herbs this time. I want Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong to stay in this Taoist temple. I wonder if it is convenient? I hope the two Taoist priests can help."

After a brief thought, the two Taoist priests both nodded and agreed to Xi Yu's request.

When Xiao Hong heard that Xi Yu was going to an extremely cold place for her, her eyes were filled with emotion and guilt. She said softly, "Prime Minister, you are going to such a dangerous place for me. I... I really feel bad."

Xi Yu looked determined and said without question: "This matter has been settled. No one should mention it again. Everyone is tired today, so let's rest here for a night. I will set off tomorrow."

Luo Xiaoyu's face was filled with worry. She stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, this journey is difficult and dangerous. Do you need my help? Why not let me go with you?"

Xi Yu waved his hand, looked at Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong gently, and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but Xiaohong still needs someone to take care of her here, so you stay and take care of her. I will return safely."

Luo Xiaoyu nodded in agreement, turned to look at Xiaohong, and secretly made up her mind to protect her.

Xiaohong looked at Xiyu's back with mixed feelings in her heart. She wanted to restore her memory, but she was also worried about Xiyu's safety.

At this time, Xi Yu took out a certain amount of currency from his sleeve, handed it to the two Taoist priests with both hands, and said sincerely: "Two Taoist priests, these two children will stay in your temple for a while. This little gift is considered as the expenses for the temple. I hope you will accept it."

Taoist Qingfeng waved his hand when he saw this, and said with a look of admiration on his face: "The Prime Minister cares about the people of the world. Now he is willing to go to the extremely cold place to take risks for this little girl. This kind of righteousness is touching. The two of them are only provided with food and accommodation in my Taoist temple, so what's the harm? The Prime Minister should quickly take back the money and don't be so polite."

Seeing that Taoist Qingfeng was firm in his words, Xi Yu no longer made excuses and put the money away. He bowed to the two Taoists again to express his gratitude, which was beyond words.

Xiaohong watched this scene from the side, and her gratitude towards Xiyu deepened. Luo Xiaoyu secretly made up her mind that during the time Xiyu was away, she would take good care of Xiaohong and live up to the Prime Minister's trust.

After Qingfeng and Mingyue finished their instructions, they ordered the little Taoist boy to prepare meals and guest rooms.

The little Taoist children followed the order and moved swiftly around the temple. Some went to the kitchen to light a fire and add wood to prepare delicious meals.

After a while, smoke rose from the kitchen and the fragrance gradually spread; some were busy tidying up the guest rooms, wiping the tables and chairs, and making the beds, striving to make the guests feel comfortable and tidy.

Xiaohong, Luo Xiaoyu and Xiyu were waiting on the side. Xiaohong was still in a low mood. Luo Xiaoyu whispered to comfort her, trying to make her relax.

Xi Yu looked solemn, as if he was thinking about tomorrow's journey to the extremely cold land and the various difficulties he might encounter. Occasionally he looked up into the distance, his eyes revealing firmness and determination, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, it could not stop his determination to help Xiaohong regain her memory.

Linglong still lived in the Wen Family Inn. That afternoon, the sunlight shone into the house through the window lattice. She and Xiaocui sat opposite each other and chatted.

Unconsciously, the topic became more profound. Seeing that Xiao Cui was smart, cute and kind-hearted, Linglong revealed her true identity to her.

When Xiao Cui heard this, her face was filled with surprise, and it took her a moment to come back to her senses.

Afterwards, Xiao Cui also smiled and told the truth. The boss here was Miss Wenxuan, and Miss Wenxuan was actually a good friend of the Prime Minister.

Xiao Cui frowned slightly and continued, "It's just that my young lady is still teaching at Youzhou College. She is busy with work on weekdays and rarely comes to the inn."

Linglong nodded slightly, feeling somewhat curious about Miss Wenxuan, whom she had never met.

She imagined Wenxuan teaching in the academy, and he must be very talented and have an extraordinary temperament.

Xiao Cui was enthusiastically recounting some interesting stories about the young lady's daily life. Her words were full of respect and love for Wenxuan, which made Linglong smile, as if she could see the figure of the mysterious Miss Wenxuan through Xiao Cui's description.

Linglong sighed lightly, a look of worry emerged on her face, and she said slowly: "This time I have a request for the Prime Minister, but now he is running around busy with Xiaohong's affairs. I don't know if he will be willing to help me when he comes back." There was a trace of confusion and uneasiness in her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously entangled with the corner of her clothes.

Xiao Cui blinked, tilted her head and thought for a while, then answered seriously: "I can't say for sure, but the Prime Minister is a kind-hearted and helpful person on weekdays. So I think the Prime Minister should help you." Although Xiao Cui's words contained a hint of speculation, her eyes were full of trust in the Prime Minister, and she tried to use this to comfort Linglong.

Linglong smiled bitterly and said softly, "I hope so. I really have no other choice but to hope that the Prime Minister will lend a helping hand out of our past friendship."

She looked out the window, her eyes full of anticipation and anxiety, not knowing what would be waiting for her in the future.

That day, Shi Daming carefully counted the wages he had saved from his hard work, and a look of joy appeared on his face. The money was finally enough to buy a horse.

With this excitement in his heart, he found his employer and mustered up the courage to propose the idea of ​​leaving.

The boss already knew that he was from the Anxi Empire, so he didn't make it difficult for him and nodded to agree to his request.

After getting permission, Shi Daming was overjoyed and immediately rushed to the market in a hurry.

Along the way, the image of riding a horse freely kept appearing in his mind, and his pace became more and more rapid.

When he arrived at the market, he walked through the many horses to choose, his eyes revealing anxiety and anticipation. Finally, he selected a horse that looked quite strong. After paying the money, he couldn't wait to lead the horse away, ready to embark on a new journey.

On Kunlun Mountain, the morning light is just breaking and a new day is quietly coming. The scenery on the mountain is still picturesque and beautiful, but people have no intention of appreciating it.

Xi Yu got up early, packed his luggage, and prepared to embark on the difficult journey to the extremely cold land.

Xiao Hong came forward, her eyes red, and said gratefully: "Prime Minister, I really don't know how to repay you for all you have done for me. This journey is difficult and dangerous, so you must be careful."

Xi Yu looked gentle and said, "Don't worry, just wait here peacefully."

After that, he looked around, waved his hand to everyone, and said in a firm tone: "Everyone please don't see me off. I will set off now and find the herbs as soon as possible."

After saying this, he turned around and strode away, his figure gradually disappearing on the mountain path.

Luo Xiaoyu stood beside Xiaohong, looking at the direction where Xiyu left, and prayed silently for the Prime Minister in her heart, hoping that he would have a safe journey. Xiaohong bit her lip, trying hard not to let tears fall, her eyes full of concern and blessings for Xiyu.

Shi Daming was riding his horse forward. He was immersed in thinking about the road ahead when suddenly something flashed through his mind. He immediately pulled the reins, and the horse stopped with a long neigh.

He frowned and thought to himself, "After Alexander did that, something must have happened to Xiyu, right? But I still haven't figured it out completely."

He had a conflicted look on his face and hesitated for a few steps, feeling more and more uneasy.

"No, I can't just leave like this. I have to stay and find out if anything happened to him."

Shi Daming muttered to himself with determination in his eyes. He turned his horse around and galloped towards Youzhou.

The dust raised by the horse's hooves seemed to add a bit of tension to his hasty decision. (End of this chapter)