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The woman in white casually closed the stone door of the stone room, although she had not used it for many years, she only made a few slight friction sounds, and she couldn't help but admire the wisdom of the ancients!

Although this stone room is not as spacious as the outside, but the indoor utensils are readily available, although a little dilapidated, but they are well preserved, a table and several chairs are all good wood, the table is lit with oil lamps, especially the wooden bed is made of high-quality rosewood, although it has not been used for many years, you can still smell the faint fragrance of rosewood, and the only thing that makes the wind unequaled is a whole wall of bookshelves, the shelves are densely packed with books, and many are ancient books that Feng Wushuang has never seen, Feng Wushuang can't help but secretly say: If my father sees these ancient books, he will be happy！

A woman in white opened the package she was carrying, and it was a brand new set of bedding inside, which Feng Wushuang had to admire Park Hae-jin's meticulousness, and even thought about this kind of thing so thoroughly, when she thought of this, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but feel sorry for Long Feiyun again!

After the woman in white made the bed, after serving Feng Wushuang and lying down, the two sat on the chair one left and one right, staring intently at Feng Wushuang, Feng Wushuang looked at the two of them like this, knowing that they were really afraid of Park Hae-jin!

Park Hae-jin stood there quietly as if he was thinking about something, he didn't speak, Mo Changkong and those people behind him didn't dare to speak, for fear of disrupting Park Hae-jin's thoughts!

After a while, Park Haizhen opened his mouth and said, "Changkong, have Ye Buluo and Xiahou made arrangements over there?"

Mo Changkong said: "The subordinates have already arranged according to the master's orders, but I don't understand why the master wants to do this?

Park Hae-jin said with an expressionless face: "First, I don't want the two of them to bother us again, second, I can make a few enemies for Long Feiyun Duoshu, and third, that person seems to be a little disobedient in the past two years, such a person can just be removed by the hand of Fake Leaf Buluo and Xiahou Drinking Blood, why not?"

Mo Changkong said: "The master is clever, and the little one is really admired!"

Although Park Hae-jin knew that Mo Changkong was patting on the back, he was still very useful in his heart, after all, he didn't wear thousands of sycophants, and his face softened a lot, and he asked, "Do I want all the medicines you have configured?"

Mo Changkong said: "The small ones have been purchased, and they can be prepared tonight!"

Park Hae-jin said: "Don't be in a hurry, you can sleep in the same room with me tonight!

How could Mo Changkong not understand Park Haizhen's thoughts, what he said was not in a hurry, why did he need to sleep in the same room with him! This is obviously the meaning of overseer, or he is not at ease with himself, thinking of this, Mo Changkong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back, and cautiously followed Park Haizhen into another stone room!

What exactly is a dream?

Who can tell?

Is it the butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream?

Or is it a butterfly that turns into a Zhuang Zhou in a dream?

Some dreams are always so clear, but when they wake up, they can't remember it, and suddenly one day, they suddenly realize that this scene seems to be familiar, but they can't remember when they have seen it, and a flash of inspiration appears in their minds, only to understand that it is what they saw in their dreams in the past!

Is it a coincidence or providence?

Or maybe there are gods in the dark, but how many people have seen them?

Some people say that they dream day and night, and this illusory illusion may not be the real life?

Maybe the original meaning of the dream is that maybe the truth in the eyes is actually a dream, and the dream is real......

Otherwise, Zhuangzi doesn't know whether he is a butterfly or a butterfly!

Misty night rain dreams,

It's hard to tell if it's real or illusory!

You don't need to wake up to the big dream of life,

Ups and downs on the journey!

This night, Feng Wushuang seemed to sleep very sweetly, smelling a mixture of herbs in his snort, and his mouth seemed to be filled with a small slightly bitter pill......

Feng Wushuang had a dream, in the dream Long Feiyun looked at himself with a smile, those bright and bright eyes, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but lower his head, blushing like an apple, suddenly, out of nowhere, a fog came, instantly covered Long Feiyun, Long Feiyun stretched out his hand to pull Feng Wushuang's hand, but the fog actually pulled Long Feiyun farther and farther, Feng Wushuang anxiously wanted to pull Long Feiyun's hand, but found that he couldn't move a bit, only watched Long Feiyun be taken away by the white fog, at the beginning you could see Long Feiyun's face, and in the later stage, you could only see Long Feiyun's affectionate, gentle and bright eyes, and finally, the white fog became thicker and thicker, and he couldn't see anything clearly, Feng Wushuang's tears couldn't stop flowing down, and his heart seemed to be bleeding, but Long Feiyun still disappeared into the white mist......

Wine can sometimes relieve sorrows, but sometimes it may not really relieve sorrows for those who are sorrowful......

Xiahou, who was already a little drunk, suddenly lit up his eyes, looked at Ye Buluo with a sad face and said, "Mr. Ye, how did I forget this person?"

Ye Buluo said: "Who?"

Xiahou drank blood and said, "Prophet Murong!"

Murong Prophet reverted to his surname Murong, a prophet, and there was someone in the world with such a name?

Could it be that this person's parents think that this person is gifted, but he is not a prophet?

Of course not!

Murong Prophet's real name has long been unknown, the prophet is this person always looks like a prophet, all day long, mysterious and secretive, like a warlock in the rivers and lakes, like to tell fortunes with people everywhere, but nine times out of ten, so someone made fun of him, so he called him Murong Prophet, although this person is not very good at fortune-telling, but his temper is good, he knows that everyone makes fun of him, and he is not angry, and then this name is spread in the rivers and lakes!

Ye Buluo said: "Even if that warlock is useful, where can I find him?"

Xia Hou drank blood and said with a smile: "Originally, I also forgot, but when I suddenly saw the morning sun rising and reflecting on the distant peak, I remembered that this person settled here, and it is no longer what it used to be, he is already a famous rich man of this generation, and it is said that the business is very good!"

Ye Buluo said: "Then why do you still live in this town?"

Xiahou drank blood and said: "This seems to be that Murong Prophet thinks that the feng shui of this place is prosperous, so he lives here!"

In the early morning, the sun shines brightly on every land, and even a small flower, a small grass, and a leaf seem so vibrant, and it seems to be shining quietly like the morning sun......

Murong Prophet's mansion is in the southeast of the town, although the mansion occupies a small area, the vermilion gate and two mighty stone lions stand in front of the door, which adds a bit of majesty, not to mention that there are two strong men guarding the door, and the saber on his waist is even more cold in the sun!

Prophet Murong is fifty-nine years old this year, and in recent years, the pampered life has made Prophet Murong obviously blessed a lot, wearing a black and white robe, but the cut is extremely fit, and his half-black and half-white hair is matched with a face that is not angry and arrogant, quite a bit of the demeanor of a master in the world!

In recent years, Murong Prophet always likes to come to the garden behind the house every day to think quietly by himself, and he never likes outsiders to disturb him!

Today, Murong Prophet had breakfast as usual, and came to the back garden alone, standing there quietly, his eyes looking at the green in the garden, as if he was thoughtful, and even the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were a hint of worry!

It is said that it is a back garden, which should be full of flowers, but there is only one thing planted in Murong Prophet's garden, so when you look at it, the garden is just a green green!

So what's exactly in the garden?

In fact, it is not a rare thing, but a kind of ordinary thing, a kind of dish!

Cabbage!

Baby green cabbage!

It is said that in recent years, Murong Prophet has only planted this cabbage, and he has planted this little cabbage all year round!

But the little cabbage will grow up, so Murong Prophet will pull it out in advance every time, and start from scratch in the new plant!

Someone once asked Prophet Murong, but Prophet Murong just smiled and said, "It's good for Feng Shui!"

Although the listener is skeptical, it is not easy to ask deeply!

The people in Murong Prophet's Mansion all know that Murong Prophet will never allow anyone to come in this back garden, and every time Murong Prophet grows vegetables, he will never pretend to others, he will definitely do it himself, although these people in the mansion are curious, they are just secretly strange!

Because once, one of Murong Prophet's very favorite concubines, relying on the favor of Murong Prophet, secretly entered this back garden one day while Murong Prophet was away, plucked a few little cabbages, and planted her favorite flowers!

Unexpectedly, Murong Prophet was so angry that he pulled out all the fingernails of the concubine, and then ignored the concubine, the concubine died of depression in a few days due to excessive fright, and Murong Prophet just buried it hastily! Later, no one dared to come here without the consent of Murong Prophet!

Prophet Murong was stunned, and two people suddenly appeared on the green vegetable field, two people who were full of alcohol, and they were sitting on the vegetable field with great swagger, looking at Prophet Murong with a smile!

Murong Prophet looked cold, then looked at it, and couldn't help but say with joy in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to come!"

Who's coming?

Why did Prophet Murong's expression change so quickly?

Of course, it was Ye Buluo and Xiahou who drank blood!

Xiahou drank blood and smiled indifferently: "I can't imagine that you still remember?"

Murong first knew: "The grace of saving my life is unforgettable, in order to remind myself, I only grow this little cabbage in my garden!"

Ye Buluo already understood as soon as he heard it, it turned out that Xiahou had saved Murong Prophet by drinking blood!

It turned out that a few years ago, Murong Prophet went out to do errands, he didn't want to be secretly calculated by the enemy, he had no intention of calculating, Murong Prophet was seriously injured and fled to a cabbage field, at that time, the season was as green as the little cabbage in front of him, Murong Prophet was powerless to resist, and when he closed his eyes and waited for death, Xiahou happened to pass by when he drank blood, and seriously injured Murong Prophet's enemy with a knife, scaring away the rest of the people and saving Murong Prophet!

Every time Murong Prophet thought about it later, he felt that he had a fate with this little cabbage, so he planted the little cabbage in this garden, or maybe he was grateful to Xiahou for saving himself by drinking blood in the cabbage field, but it is not known......