Slowly walked out of the room and looked around. It was a small farmyard in the woods.

When she saw the old man in white surrounding the fire in the courtyard, Feng Yanyan understood that it was the internal energy that the other party had given her, "Thank you, senior, for saving me."

The old man in white clothes was sitting by the fire grilling fish. He looked up and said loudly, "Wake up, come and sit for a while. The fish will be grilled soon."

Feng Yanyan felt guilty, "I asked you to take the trouble, and I will repay you."

"Girl Feng, I saved you, but I didn't expect you to repay me."

Feng Yanyan: "..."

The old man in white pretended to be angry and glared at her, speaking in a deliberately fierce tone.

"You are a stubborn girl who loves to show off your strength. Others are eager to take advantage of you. As long as others help you a little, you won't be fine, but you will feel uncomfortable. Humph, I am already so old, and my martial arts skills are useless.

No, a little internal strength means nothing. Besides, who would embarrass me, a little old man, but you have to care about me."

Feng Yanyan's face became hot when she was told that, "Senior, don't be upset, that's not what I meant."

"I, the old man, will not guess your little girl's thoughts. You should also relax and eat more when the fish is roasted. It is only right to take care of your body and bones at a young age."

Feng Yanyan sat quietly, and could smell the aroma of the fish gradually roasting, as well as the crackling sound of sparks.

"Girl, have you ever thought about the future?"

Feng Yanyan: "..."

"Do you want to take revenge again?"

Feng Yanyan was startled.

If you want to take revenge, it means stirring up another bloody storm.

Wave after wave, endless.

But if you don't take revenge, how can you tolerate this tone of voice?

The old man in white said in a low voice, "You are a poor child, and it is all because of yourself that you have made it this far. Now that you have avenged your great revenge, it has already taken over your mind. The bloody storm will not accompany you for the rest of your life. You are still young.

You still have a great time in the future, so you should make more plans for yourself. Have you considered quitting?"

There can be no Fengqi Pavilion in Jianghu, there can be no Feng Pavilion Master, and naturally there can be no Feng Yanyan.

Without the figure of Feng Yanyan, the past has been wiped out, and there will naturally be no more hordes of assassinations.

You must know that it is easy to hide from open guns, but difficult to guard against hidden arrows.

Swords have no eyes. Just because he was able to save him once or twice does not mean that he will have the chance to save him every time.

There are people in the world who are brave enough to assassinate the master of Fengqi Pavilion for a moment of fame, but few dare to challenge the authority of King Nanyuan.

If it is too strong, it will break, if it is too soft, it will be wasted, and if it is too wise, it will die young. In life, the most difficult thing to grasp is when enough is enough.

An inch forward is too much, a step back is not enough.

A person should have diamond skills, a Bodhisattva heart, and a plan to retire after success.

Feng Yanyan understood clearly, "Yanyan will follow the instructions of the seniors, but there is still something unfinished."

Once upon a time, she was alone and had no one to care about. When she died, she died.

But now, she doesn't want people who care about her to worry about her.

Now she has family and friendship. At this moment when her heart was heavy, she realized that it turned out that this was caring.

Being surrounded and suppressed, she did not feel unjust.

There is nothing wrong with people wanting revenge.

When someone killed her, she fought back and killed someone, but now she is surrounded and suppressed by his family members, and she doesn't feel any injustice.

But what happened this time was really strange.

Why did those people know that her strength was weakening at this time and besiege her?

Moreover, the time was still when she was tracking Jiang Li, and she didn't believe in unprovoked coincidences.

This siege was like knowing her whereabouts and deliberately waiting for her murder.

The woods are deep, the mountains are quiet, the wind is clear, and I live in a small home, even my thoughts become particularly clear.

If you think about it carefully, there seems to be someone behind the scenes of what happened recently.

After Feng Qianshang escaped from Nanyuan, she was clearly wanted. Who took Feng Qianshang in? And who allowed her to practice Gu? Later, Ran Ran was infected with Gu, Yu Wenchen introduced Gu, Feng Qianshang was killed, and Jiang

The appearance of Li, and her being surrounded and suppressed, this series of events, step by step, she did not believe was just a simple coincidence.

If it was someone else, Ranran was also involved in this matter, and she needed to find out.

The enemy on the surface is not scary, only the black hands hidden in the dark.

The old man in white smiled and continued to turn the fish over to make it more charred. Seeing through her scruples, he said,

"Just wait a little longer. Xiaoqi should be back in two days."

Feng Yanyan: "..."

Two days later, Yu Wenyu showed up.

Not only did he appear, he also brought back very rare medicinal materials.

Preserved by the ice soul box, Feng Yanyan recognized that the ice soul box was made of ten thousand years of black ice. It was used to protect medicinal materials and had excellent effects. It had once been auctioned for a sky-high price.

After the ice soul box was opened, there was a green plant inside with white stamens and frost on the stems and leaves.

Feng Yanyan took a look at it carefully and felt that it looked familiar. A flash of confusion and doubt flashed in her eyes, "Could this be... Qingxin?"

It is recorded in the book that Qingxin grows on the top of mountains in the extremely cold and far north, and it likes to grow on the edge of cliffs. It is extremely difficult to pick, and Qingxin is rarely used for medicinal purposes. Therefore, many people come here to admire its reputation, but all return without success.

Firstly, it is difficult to withstand the suffering of the cold northern land, and secondly, it is difficult to climb the steep cliffs on the top of the mountains.

Not to mention ordinary people, even those who practice martial arts have a hard time picking it up.

What she knew about Qingxin was from books, but she had never seen the real thing.

At the moment when she saw Qing Xin, Feng Yanyan finally understood why Yu Wenyu collected the medicine himself.

She had previously thought about what kind of rare medicinal materials Yu Wenyu could pick personally.

When I saw it today, it was really good.

"Yes, this is pure heart," the old man in white clothes closed the box, "Everything is ready, all that's missing is this medicine."

The old man in white clothes was mixing medicinal materials in the room while chanting, "Xiao Qi, it's cold after a trip to the north. Come and warm yourself by the fire."

Mo Ying, who followed Yu Wenyu, leaned against the door and silently held the knife.

I thought to myself, the old man just loves to joke.

It is indeed cold in the far north, but it is summer here in the capital, and the sun is shining brightly.

On the stove shelf, Qingxin also took medicine. After an hour, it condensed into a small pill.

The old man in white clothes put the pills into a porcelain bottle and handed them to Feng Yanyan, "When you go to the palace, take the medicine with you by the way. The fourth child needs it very much now."

"yes."

Surprise flashed through Feng Yanyan's heart, how did the senior know that she would go to the palace.

But when I thought about it later, this senior could always predict things one step ahead, so it didn't feel strange anymore.

In the forest, an old man in white clothes can hardly conceal his immortal spirit. He has a silver beard and white hair, and his clothes are fluttering. Although he has been weathered, his eyes are still not less elegant.

Next to him, Yu Wenyu was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe. He had a distinguished temperament, restrained brilliance, and was as holy as the bright moon in the sky.

Now I look at the old man in white and Yu Wenyu, and then I think of Yuwen Chen.
Chapter completed!