The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

(7)

——What is wrong?

——What exactly did I do wrong?

——When did the problem occur?

It stands to reason that it only takes three months at most to go up and down the mountain. Is Kunlun Mountain really a blessed place for gods?

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

"Bullshit!"

"No, there's always a reason... Is it Yan'er?"

Bai Feng angrily pushed open the door of the hotel. Five years later, the hotel had at least doubled in size, with many more places to rest and many more guests.

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

"Is this when I slept in an ice cave for five years?"

"Am I really still alive..."

Seeing Bai Feng's solemn look and unkempt appearance, the others did not dare to approach him, so they all made way for him. Seeing this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Sir, would you like to have a drink of tea and take a break? Or would you like a glass of wine? The 'Feng Qiu Xue' brewed privately in this small shop 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!"

"Quickly tell me, where is Yan'er?" Bai Feng suddenly shouted, his voice as loud as a bell, which caught people's hearts, and the whole hotel fell silent.

"Please...please come with me, hero. You will know at a glance." The shopkeeper took a few steps forward, then looked back at Bai Feng tremblingly, and asked with some fear: "Sir, it's not convenient to see you here.

Tell me the whole thing clearly, you understand, right?"

Bai Feng didn't know why he suddenly didn't want to believe 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 the trace of disharmony. If the other person was

He can also tell it right away by saying nice things to delay time.

However, he just didn't want to believe it.

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

The white phoenix stood slumped on the spot.

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

The shopkeeper felt that the savior had arrived, and immediately asked Ge Mao for help: "Taoist Priest, if you know Mr. Bai, can you please ask him to come into the house with me? There is still business in the shop!"

"Let's go in together." After Ge Mao said this, Bai Feng nodded and apologized to everyone present.

From outside the room, Bai Feng couldn't see anything special, but as soon as he walked into the room, a familiar feeling immediately hit him.

——It is the fragrance of yarrow.

He sniffed hard and greedily.

"My wife told me to use yarrow incense to disperse the stale air in the house every day. She also specifically asked me not to rent this room to anyone or move it.

Anything. In other words, everything here is exactly the same as it was five years ago.”

"Why..." Bai Feng murmured, finding the couch where he had sat before and sitting down, feeling very emotional.

After a while, a boy brought a book. To be precise, it was a very exquisitely compiled notebook. The shopkeeper presented the book to Bai Feng and explained: "Since your wife left five years ago, she will write a book every year."

She returned here during the harvest season to organize people to go up the mountain and search for people. Although it was in vain, she still tried her best to write down everything that happened around her in this book. She said, if one day you come back, Master Bai

, and she can’t come back, then Daxia Bai, you can know everything that happened before through this book.”

Bai Feng asked: "You said Yan'er will come back every year?"

"Yes, according to the habit of previous years, the day is coming soon this year." The shopkeeper walked to the door of the house and bowed his hands in greeting: "Please wait patiently, Mr. Bai, Madam will come." After speaking, 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, Taiping Taoists swept in, and Murong Yan had no choice but to embark on the road of exile. However, she was much stronger than Bai Feng imagined. She actually took her children and Yu Ke back home alone.

Arrive at Bai Feng’s hometown - Yangshan.

"Brother Feng, do you still remember Mr. Yang Ji who we met in Yanzi Town? He really returned to Sister Chun's grave with Mrs. Yang as promised to keep vigil. Xi'er and I both received a lot of care from them..."

"Ake? She is like another you. She has practiced swordsmanship to perfection and can go down the mountain alone to help the strong and help the weak. Many times I have to be protected by her! Although she often hides alone and wipes away tears sadly,

But she has never shown this side to me. I know she misses you very much, and so do I..."

"Although we didn't find Brother Feng when we came back from this adventure, we have found another way up the mountain, where the risk is less and the road conditions are good. I think we may re-build the ladder to Kunlun there in the future..."

Bai Feng gently put the book next to him, fearing that he would crumple the paper affectionately if he got a little excited, so he couldn't bear to part with it.

"It's not easy to raise a child alone! Xi'er has started to become sensible. She often asks me where my 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 them, but I know you must still be alive, and I have always been confident

Full of refutation of their words..."

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

Bai Feng read these words with bloodshed and nausea, and his mind couldn't help but think of the hymns sung by Murong Yan in the past, and tears suddenly fell from his eyes that had been dry for a long time.

It was a long, silent choke.

Ge Mao accompanied him silently. He didn't know what was written in the book, but seeing Bai Feng so sad, he had to be moved by it: "There are so many strange things in the world, but I have never heard of anything like this.

"

The withered red sunlight like maple leaves shone on Bai Feng. He looked like an old man with bruises all over his body, half of his body stained with blood, but his eyebrows were still clear.

"Yan'er..."

Tears almost wet his beard.

"Baixia! Bai Daxia!" Someone knocked on the door outside.

Ge Mao gathered his thoughts and went to answer the door: "Who are you two?"

"I am Lu Tianxiu!" Lu Tianxiu saw Bai Feng sitting on the couch, and walked away to hug him, saying sadly: "You are back, you should tell me right away! You are still alive, as long as you are still alive."

"Mr. Bai..." Zhang Sidan was crying in front of the door.

Bai Feng's spirit was so depressed that he couldn't tell the truth from the truth for a moment, so he asked: "You two, is 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 through life and death."

Bai Feng was dejected and blamed himself: "I actually had doubts about Yan'er in my heart! Obviously without 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 that you could come back alive, except Yan'er. She will come to the town soon, or Mr. Bai can pick her up in person!

She'll be happy like crazy!"

Bai Feng said confused: "Can I?"

"Of course!" Lu Tianxiu praised without hesitation and said: "Master Bai has already conquered the gods in the sky. Is there anything else that you can't do? Hahaha..."

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

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