Feng Yanming's destination is a hill next to Mingguang Lake in the southeast corner of Qinghe City. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This hill, known as Mingguang Mountain in Qinghe City, is a low and beautiful hill located within the city. The elevation of Mingguang Mountain is only 70 meters, with an area of 10.96 hectares, and you can see the sparkling Mingguang Lake when you climb up, the scenery is unique, the forest in the mountain is verdant, and the pavilions are elegant.

Location at Myeongguang Mountain and Myeongwang Lake.

To be precise, the place that Feng Yanming wants to arrive at is a high-end villa area at the foot of Mingguang Mountain.

The villa area with Mingguang Mountain is the only single-family residential area close to the city center. There are no high-rise buildings in the community, and more than 50 villas are scattered at the foot of Mingguang Mountain and Mingguang Lake.

The developers who developed the Mingguang Mountains have abundant funds and a lot of investment, and each villa is designed by a renowned architect, and to this day, it is still unique and full of beauty after time precipitation.

Almost no one who bought the house was willing to sell it unless there were special circumstances. Therefore, you can't buy a house here even with a lot of money.

Feng Yanming's car traveled along the road next to Mingguang Lake and stopped in front of a lakeside villa.

The exquisite European-style villa, in the last afterglow of the sunset, is like a beautiful oil painting.

As soon as Feng Yanming stopped the car, the iron door of the villa immediately opened, and a tall middle-aged man in his fifties ran over happily, "Feng Shao, you are back, Mr. and Mrs. are waiting for you." ”

Feng Yanming smiled kindly at him and said, "Lao Zheng, thank you." ”

Feng Yanming parked the car by himself, deliberately picked up the cardboard box on the passenger seat, and walked quickly into the hall of the villa.

"Son, you haven't come back for a long time. The middle-aged woman sitting upright on the sofa, wearing a casual home dress, saw Feng Yanming coming in, and immediately stood up, "Let Mom see, have you looked better lately?"

"Okay, my son has just arrived home, so let's eat first. ”

This villa is the residence of Feng Yanming's parents, Feng Guangchang and Zhang Ningning.

Since he became an adult, he has moved out of his old house and found a convenient duplex building near the company to live in, and only came back to visit his parents on weekends.

While the three of them were talking, the happy Feng Guangchang suddenly turned pale, his steps slipped, and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Feng Yan's eyes and hands were quick, and he supported Feng Guangchang.

"Dad, didn't you say that your leg disease is much better, why does it look even worse?" Feng Yanming frowned, and helped his father to the sofa to lie down.

Feng Guangchang was seriously injured several times when he was young, and he was not able to treat it well at that time, and he suffered sequelae. Especially in the legs, when I get older, I get sick from time to time, and the pain kills.

There is no cure for this chronic pain in both Western medicine and Chinese medicine. I can only do some physiotherapy and acupuncture and get through it slowly.

Feng Yanming saw that the old man was so painful that cold sweat broke out, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"He's not afraid you're worried. Zhang Jingning wanted to find medicine, but was stopped by Feng Yanming.

"Mom, don't take painkillers, I'll bring back moxibustion strips that work very well, let me try it." Feng Yanming rolled up his sleeves, lifted the carton he had just taken off the car, and took out a special green strip-shaped object.

"Don't toss, I've tried moxibustion for more than a year before, but it didn't work at all. Feng Guangchang endured the severe pain, and said with trembling roots.

Feng Yanming did not stop his movements because of Feng Guangchang's refusal. He familiarly found a metal lighter from the drawer of the coffee table cabinet and lit the emerald incense moxa in his hand.

The incense moxa sticks burned, and a very comfortable plant aroma spread, Feng Guangchang frowned, but did not say anything more.

Zhang Jingning asked suspiciously: "Son, why is this moxa stick you said so not like a moxa, but like a strip kneaded from leaves?"

"This is a special kind of moxa, different from the ordinary. ”

Feng Yanming saw the fire at one end of the incense moxa stick, he shook his wrist lightly to make the spark burn more vigorously, and then, he pressed Feng Guangchang's knee with one hand and comforted his father: "Don't worry, let me try." ”

He manipulated the gestures of the moxa sticks and was very skilled. The rising hot smoke, under the control of his wrist movements, gently hit Feng Guangchang's knee, and the heat of the moxa rod hit the painful part, Feng Guangchang suddenly felt a tingle in the painful place, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The moxa sticks burned slowly, and the numb sensation became stronger and stronger, and the severe pain was completely replaced by the numb sensation. At first, Feng Guangchang was not very accustomed to this feeling, but as the time of moxibustion became longer and longer, his face became calmer and calmer, completely freed from the severe pain, and he hummed in his mouth, looking comfortable.

Zhang Ningning stood aside, the so-called bystander Qing, she completely took in the change in her husband's expression, seeing that Feng Guangchang was no longer in pain, Zhang Ningning's heart was full of joy, but she was also surprised by the strange-looking moxa in her son's hand.

After the moxa burning was over, Feng Yanming took out a small brush from the carton and carefully cleaned up the ashes scattered around.

At this time, Feng Guangchang's face was calm, and he actually fell asleep on the sofa.

Feng Yanming thought of his first experience and couldn't help but smile.

"Son," Zhang Jingning didn't dare to make a loud noise, for fear of waking up her husband, she quietly approached Feng Yanming and said, "Your father's leg hurts for a while, and he often wakes up in the middle of the night in the past two weeks, and he hasn't slept well." ”

Feng Yanming sighed and said, "Mom, why didn't you tell me about my father's situation earlier." ”

"This, what is this, it works so well?" Zhang Jingning immediately changed the subject.

"A plant that works very well to replace wormwood to make mugwort. I've been using it lately to tone my body and the results are very noticeable. This time I made some for you to use. One or two a day, Mom, don't you also have migraines, I asked the moxibustionist, you try a few acupuncture points, maybe the effect is obvious. Feng Yanming's voice was also very low.

"No wonder, as soon as you came back today, I found that my face was much better than usual. Zhang Ningning pulled Feng Yanming to eat first, and happily asked about the situation of this kind of fragrant moxa.

Feng Guangchang felt warm all over his body, as if he hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time since he was old.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw the ornate chandelier in the living room of his home, emitting a soft light. Nearby, there was a faint whisper.

"Daddy woke up. ”

"The old man woke up. ”

The faces of his son and his old wife appeared in front of him, all of concern.

Feng Guangchang was in a trance for a moment, and then he thought that Feng Yanming had treated his leg disease just now, but he didn't expect it to be so comfortable that he actually fell asleep.

The old face was a little red, Feng Guangchang coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and then lifted the cashmere quilt covering his body and asked, "What kind of moxa is this, it works very well." ”

Feng Yanming asked Feng Guangchang to go to the study, and the two were alone, and explained the role of incense moxa again.

"How come I've never heard of this plant before?" Feng Guangchang is not a simple-minded Zhang Ningning, he has worked hard in the business world for decades, and immediately found that something was wrong.

Feng Yanming didn't plan to hide the matter of his father's secret realm, and told Feng Guangchang about his experience of getting the secret realm, 1510.

Feng Guangchang sat at the dinner table, and after listening to Feng Yanming's explanation, he couldn't believe this bizarre and strange experience at all.

In order to make him believe, Feng Yanming had no choice but to take out a red leaf that he carried with him and put it in his mouth.

(To be continued.) )