Appointment at noon, sunset!
In the evening, the sunset glowed red all over the sky, and crimson water patterns were reflected on the sparkling lake.
Feng Feiyun crossed the lake, walked through the bamboo forest, and walked back to the cave step by step.
Open the formation and walk in.
Swish!
A finger of spiritual light popped up on the finger, and the spiritual light burned, turned into a source of fire, and ignited an oil lamp.
A lamp like a bean, dim light, illuminates the space in the cave indistinctly.
A stone bed, a stone table, or four stone chairs, and nothing else.
On the cold stone bed lay a thin man, wearing a cloth, with a pale face. He seemed to hear a sound. He slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of joy, and said, "You finally came back alive."
The voice was weak like the chirping of a mosquito.
"You finally lived until I came back." Feng Feiyun's voice was also very weak, as if it was stuck in his throat.
The person lying on the stone bed was Murong Tuo. In order to help Feng Feiyun break through the realm, he exchanged four pounds of blood for two thousand years of Ganoderma lucidum.
Feng Feiyun had no friends before he came, but he already regarded Murong Tuo as his first friend.
"Haha!" Murong Tuo laughed in a low voice, and then stuck in his throat again, shrinking his already thin body, feeling a little cold on his body.
A person who loses too much blood will feel cold to some extent, just like Feng Feiyun feels extra cold at the moment.
Feng Feiyun took out the 800-year-old calamus from his arms, but it was given by the third prince of the Caliphate Kingdom, and it had an extraordinary effect on people who lost too much blood.
Feng Feiyun planted one of the calamus grass, and then carefully fed it into Murong Tuo's mouth, and then put the remaining seven calamus grass on the side of Murong Tuo's pillow.
"The 800-year-old calamus has very strong medicinal properties. If you take one piece a day, after eight days, your body will definitely recover."
Murong Tuo's eyes were dark and bright, perhaps because his eyes were originally bright, or because he took a piece of calamus, his body also had some strength, and said, "Thank you."
"I should have thanked you." Feng Feiyun sat quietly on the edge of the stone bed, biting his lips tightly, leaning his body sideways, secretly pinching his dantian seat with one hand.
After waiting for half an hour, Murong Tuo's face already had some blood, and Feng Feiyun took out the second-grade Wuhua Pill and gave it to him.
This second-grade Wuhua Pill was a holy medicine for healing, and it melted in the mouth. Murong Tuo's whole body was wrapped in the light of the elixir, and his body exuded a strong medicinal fragrance.
"Bang!"
At the same time, Feng Feiyun couldn't hold on any longer. He fell to the ground with his head raised, and passed out. A trace of blood escaped from his dantian, dyeing his clothes red.
He was indeed injured long ago, especially in the duel with Gu Qing.
Gu Qing is really too powerful, even with a spirit weapon, he may not be able to block that peculiar skill-level sword technique. Feng Feiyun can only have a chance to win with a move that will hurt both sides.
Gu Qing's sword pierced into the dantian. Although it was blocked by the female demon's corpse palace, it was already shaking Feng Feiyun's vitality. It was only with a strong willpower that he could walk back in one step.
Otherwise, he would have died on the Yanwu Battle Tower.
Murong Tuo slowly sat up from the stone bed, looked at Feng Feiyun who was unconscious on the ground for a long time, pinched his fingers into a sword, hesitated for a long time, and finally put it away.
Lie back again!
The night became a bit bleak and full of unknowns.
When Feng Feiyun woke up again, it was the morning of the third day, and the warm sunlight came in from outside the cave, but at this moment he was lying on the stone bed with a grass quilt covering his body.
The wounds in the dantian area of the abdomen have also been cleaned and bandaged, and even the wounds on the shoulders, chest, and legs have been covered with herbs. Only the wound on the inner thigh still feels pain.
"This fellow Murong Tuo!" Feng Feiyun shook his head slightly and smiled.
Feng Feiyun cultivated the body of an undead phoenix, and his body recovered very quickly, ten times as fast as an ordinary person. He didn't need any healing elixir, and he could recover on his own.
After two days of cultivation, the injury has recovered to three or four layers, which in the eyes of ordinary people is definitely a kind of terrifying resilience.
After walking out of the cave, it was the green lake and the green bamboos that rose from the ground. Perhaps because the bamboos absorbed too much spiritual energy, they were as transparent and crystal clear as jade.
Murong Tuo took calamus and a second-grade Wuhua Dan. After two days of training, his body had recovered a lot. A few freshwater fish came to the lake, burning bamboo leaves, and were grilling the fish.
Standing on the bamboo branches, a row of iron drills swayed, sometimes adding some seasonings, simple tools, and simple seasonings that he got from nowhere, but the smell of the grilled fish wafted far away, making the wind fly. Yun couldn't help sniffing his nose.
I can't help but say that Murong Tuo really has the style of a chef!
"Do you often eat barbecue at night?" Feng Feiyun slowly walked out of the bamboo forest.
Murong Tuo sat on the ground, with a slight smile on his thin face, "I have been hungry since I was a child. If I didn't find food by myself, I would have starved to death."
He handed a futon made of bamboo leaves to Feng Feiyun.
This futon is very finely woven and is divided into three layers, which is very comfortable to sit on.
"By the way, I've never heard of your family. Is it convenient to tell me?" Feng Feiyun smiled.
Murong Tuo's face suddenly became a little unnatural, he was silent, he just flipped the grilled fish in his hand, and after a long time he said, "I don't have a home."
"How can a person have no home?" Feng Feiyun said
"Ever since I can remember, everyone has said that I am a little bastard, including my brother, including my father, and even those servants call me like this, only my mother would not call me Tuo'er, such a family , don't worry." Murong Tuo squeezed his hand tightly, every word seemed to be squeezed out of his mouth.
"Aren't you your father's biological child?" Feng Feiyun said.
"No biological father would call his son a bastard, not to mention that he is the famous Marquis of Zhentian, Murong Chengde." Murong Tuo said.
"You are the son of Marquis Zhentian" Feng Feiyun's face was slightly happy.
"No, he never regarded me as his son, and I never regarded him as his father. In my heart, I only have mother, only mother, and never father..." He kept repeating this sentence.
Feng Feiyun said again: "Is your mother the eight concubine of the shocking weather?"
Murong Tuo exclaimed, "How do you know?"
Feng Feiyun laughed, it turns out that he is Liu's own son, is this the fate in the legend
"Unfortunately, my mother has been sick and died for three months. When she was dying, she asked me to learn everything and become a great treasure hunter, otherwise I would be sorry for her spirit in the sky." Murong Tuo said.
Feng Feiyun originally planned to tell him that he actually has a father, but after hearing this, he took back what he was about to say. After all, he had just died of his mother, and if he learned of his biological father again The news of his death will probably be even more sad.
"I will help you." Feng Feiyun said.
"Can you help me fulfill my mother's last wish?" Murong Tuo said.
"You are born with a spirit. It is not difficult to become a great treasure hunter. What you need is a training book that a treasure hunter should have." Feng Feiyun slowly removed the "Eight Techniques" from the world spirit. In the stone, he took out a corner, but quickly put it back.
Feng Feiyun felt sorry for Liu's own life and wanted to make up for it on his son, but he didn't pass on the divine tome like "Eight Techniques Scroll" to him now, he had to wait for him to lay a solid foundation.
If Feng Feiyun knew that the eight concubine who shook the sky did not die of illness, but died in Ji Cangyue's hands, how would he feel
If Feng Feiyun knew that the real Murong Tuo had also died in Ji Cangyue's hands, how would he feel