The slight spring breeze, blowing green on both sides of the blue water, the green shade is verdant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, a pair of magpies fly like wings, the soft wings are light on the blue water, the blue waves are rippling, and the ripples are at the starting point.

In the eastern wilderness of the extreme east region, an endless Yangtze River stretches from north to south, with thousands of blue waves, and in the east of the Yangtze River, a lush hill stands between heaven and earth.

The hill is about a thousand feet high, full of vitality, you can often see several birds and beasts playing with each other, there is a village in the position of the southern slope of the hill, the village people are simple, kind and friendly, on the top of the mountain above the village, a mountain temple stands, quietly guarding the peace of the small mountain village.

At this time, on the mountain path, there was a young boy carrying a medicine frame on his back, and his steps were firmly walking towards the direction of the top of the mountain.

The young man was dressed in a gray coarse linen robe, with a delicate and handsome appearance, a pair of clear river water under his long eyelashes, dazzling and bright, a tall nose, moderately thick red lips, and a cheerful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Hao Chenfeng, thirteen years old, a doctor in Qingle Village, was abandoned when he was a child, fortunately adopted by the old Taoist in the mountain temple, three years ago the old Taoist died, leaving him alone, usually the villagers of Qingle Village have any major illnesses and small disasters, he will go to the treatment, although the life is relatively simple, but he likes this kind of life very much.

Time is like a gentle breeze, it is difficult to stop, it is impossible to keep it, and not long after, Hao Chenfeng walked into the mountain temple on the top of the mountain with a medicine frame full of herbs.

The mountain temple is simple and elegant, the dust is not clean, a stone statue of the mountain wood spirit looks like a mountain, standing in the deepest part of the center of the temple, several plates of fruits and fresh meat of domestic animals are placed on the offering table, a dark green incense burner rises a wisp of ethereal green smoke, rippling in the quiet mountain temple.

"Old man, why are you crying?" Hao Chenfeng had just walked into the mountain temple, but he found the old man sitting cross-legged in the depths of the temple, with tears streaming down his face, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

I saw that on the right side of the statue of the mountain god, Xuanyun, whose clothes were stained with blood, his white hair was messy, and his face was pale and pale sitting cross-legged on the pale yellow futon, he looked up in the direction of the Song Imperial City, and two lines of tears of grief flowed down from his eyes, and he sobbed softly: "Your Majesty... The minister is guilty... Minister... There is no redemption for death!"

Not long ago, Dongfang Baihong's will was announced to the world, and the will was famous, Ji Ruohua had been executed, hung above the gate of the Imperial City of Chaoge, and would behead Ji Ze and others after the fifteenth.

This decree spread throughout the Eastern Wilderness and even all parts of Zhongzhou at a very fast speed.

As one of the guards of the four imperial cities of the Great Martial Dynasty, Xuan Yun possessed the cultivation of the Nine Levels of the Human Realm, and he already knew about it when the will had just been transmitted to the eastern region of the Eastern Wilderness.

"Old man, you have an injury, don't be too sad!" Hao Chenfeng quickly walked to Xuanyun's side and comforted with a concerned expression.

Immediately, Hao Chenfeng put down the medicine frame on his back, his clear and bright eyes flashed with a determined light, and said seriously: "Old man, look, I have picked so many herbs, I will definitely be able to cure your injuries!"

"Young man, thank you for your kindness......" Xuanyun waved his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, shook his head slightly, looked at the young man in front of him with a kind face, and said softly: "My heart has been pierced by a sharp blade, and I have no way to return to heaven, you don't have to spend energy to treat me anymore." ”

"Old man, ...... you" Hao Chenfeng stopped talking, his green face showing a touch of unbearability.

Late at night three days ago, when Hao Chenfeng had just fallen asleep, he was suddenly alarmed by the loud noise outside the temple, and hurriedly got up to check, just in time to see Xuanyun who was in a coma.

Immediately, Hao Chenfeng did not hesitate, carried Xuanyun back to the mountain temple, and bandaged Xuanyun with the herbs that helped the villagers of Qingle on weekdays, and was busy all night, however, Xuanyun never woke up.

Hao Chenfeng carefully examined Xuan Yun's injuries and found that Xuan Yun was covered in scars, and Xuan Yun's heart was pierced by a blade that he had never seen before.

Just when Hao Chenfeng thought that Xuanyun would never wake up again, so he died in a coma, but he didn't expect Xuanyun to wake up at dusk.

The human heart is the most important part besides the brain, Hao Chenfeng has been practicing medicine for several years, and he has never seen such a strange injury, he doesn't know how Xuanyun survived.

"Don't grieve for me, young man. Xuanyun looked at the sky and said abruptly: "Only when I die, can I catch up with his footsteps......"

As soon as Xuanyun's voice fell, there was a "poof", Hao Chenfeng knelt on the hard ground, folded his hands, and kowtowed to the enshrined stone statue, and said in a sincere tone while kowtowing: "Ask the mountain god to show his spirit, save this old man, I will definitely offer you more food in the future." ”

Among the stone statues, a spirit with green grass growing on its head was hidden, and the green branches and leaves were gently swaying, quietly listening to Hao Chenfeng's request.

The Soul Grass, the grass and tree spirits, suck the light of the moon and become the source of cultivation.

The Youxin Grass that exists in the stone statue has been cultivated to the level of a fourth-order humanoid demon beast equivalent to the Yundan Realm, and it is the mountain god worshiped in Qingle Village.

When Youxincao saw Hao Chenfeng bowing to him, a deep look of helplessness appeared in his expression.

Since Xuanyun came here that night, the Youxin Grass knew that this Xuanyun was an existence that it couldn't provoke, and it didn't even dare to breathe in the past few days, and had been honestly staying in the stone statue, for fear of upsetting Xuanyun, and slapping it to death.

Now, even Xuanyun's powerful cultivation couldn't save him, how could he save a grass and tree spirit that had just turned into a human form?

"Even if you ask for it, it's useless......" Xuanyun seemed to inadvertently glance at the Youxin Grass from the corner of his eye, and shook his head slightly: "It can't save me." ”

After the Ghost Heart Grass was swept by Xuan Yun, its heart trembled inexplicably, it had no doubt at all, even if Xuan Yun was seriously injured and dying now, as long as Xuan Yun wanted to destroy it before he died, it was just a matter of blowing a breath.

"How could it be? The mountain god is very spiritual, in the past, the villagers of Qingle Village had injuries that I couldn't heal, and they only asked the mountain god, and it would come to his rescue. Hao Chenfeng's youthful face showed a touch of sincerity.

"The heart of a doctor is benevolent, the heart of a child. Xuanyun stared at the young man in front of him who was bowing down to the grass and tree spirits, and his deep eyes flashed with appreciation, such a simple and kind, benevolent young child, in this world full of deceit, treacherous and changeable people's hearts, is particularly precious.

However, praise is appreciated, Xuan Yun didn't have any other thoughts about Hao Chenfeng, if so many things hadn't happened, he would have passed on his mantle to Hao Chenfeng personally.

However, if there is no if, he Xuanyun may die in the next moment, and what can he pass on to Hao Chenfeng?

In that case, either his childish heart will be soaked in vulgar dust, or he will die tragically in the calculation of the people's hearts, no matter what, this can only harm Hao Chenfeng.

Just as Hao Chenfeng bowed to the mountain god and Xuanyun was silent, suddenly, a dazzling cyan light descended on the mountain temple.