As Gu Luowei's wife, Feng knew where Yuan Lang lived, and did not enter Moon City directly, so they did not dare to delay too much, but walked directly in the direction of the grove where no one dared to step into it.

When she arrived in the woods, Feng raised her hand and signaled everyone to stop, she knew the rules of Yuan Lang, no outsiders are welcome here, especially not so many people are welcome to come at the same time, but the situation is urgent, Feng didn't have time to say this to everyone, turned over and dismounted and walked to the edge of the woods.

"I'm tired of leading the way, I'm waiting for something important to see Lord Yuanlang!" The sound of the wind echoed in the grove, and after a silence, I heard the sound of "huh" leaves rubbing in the woods, and then, a figure fell.

It was a woman, a woman in her forties, dressed in the exclusive costume of the Assassins, and the muscles with lines could be seen at the base of her snow-white thighs, giving people an inexplicable beauty.

"The years are not forgiving, the wind, you are also old!" The woman obviously recognized Gu Feng's mother, and the two of them were like two sisters who had not seen each other for many years.

Feng stepped forward and hugged him, and then parted: "Yan, is everything okay?"

"Nothing has changed, adults rarely leave as always, I've been waiting here for more than twenty years!" Turning his gaze on the person behind the wind: "My lord doesn't like so many people to disturb, you are ......"

"Yan, it's too late to say more, Feng'er is in trouble, and he must be treated by Lord Yuanlang!" Feng couldn't wait.

"Feng'er, ancient style!"

"That's right, it's the ancient style, my child, that's my child, he's ...... now Now ......" The words were infarcted, and the tears of the wind swirled in her eyes, and at this moment she couldn't help but recall the scene of that day.

"Okay, don't say more!" Yan walked directly to the back of a horse-drawn carriage, lifted the curtain, and hugged the unconscious Gu Feng inside, facing the others, Yan always gave people a cold feeling: "Other people stay here and are forbidden to enter, if you don't listen to the advice, you will bear the consequences!"

As he spoke, holding the ancient wind in both hands, the three of them entered the depths of the shady woods together with the wind.

Now there is no need to ask Feng what he wants, because everyone knows that Gu Feng's position in Yuan Lang's mind is also quite important, and he has left here for such a child many times, which is impossible in the past.

What's more, now that the wind is coming, she hasn't been back here for twenty years, and I believe that Yuan Lang will be very happy to see it.

"My lord, Gu Feng seems to be ......" Standing outside the fence, Yan didn't finish his words, the door of the thatched hut had been opened, Yuan Lang hurriedly walked out, didn't say a word, just nodded with the wind, and then entered the room with Gu Feng in his arms.

Outside the door, for three days and three nights, the wind waited quietly without eating, drinking, or sleeping, hoping to see his son appear in front of him again alive, but every time he turned his head to look, the door was still tightly closed and not opened.

Her heart hung high, and in the past three days, her whole face had become much more haggard than before.

A few yellow leaves falling overhead indicated that the weather was gradually turning autumn, and a faint coolness invaded the fuzzy wind, and her eyes were full of worry about her son.

has lost the general, if even Gu Feng can't be saved, Feng really doesn't know how to continue to live.

In the past three days, in the thatched hut, Yuan Lang stood motionless in front of Gu Feng's bed, and did not use half a treatment method at all, but just watched quietly.

I kept thinking in my heart: "Should I save you, should I save you,......

Maybe he figured out something, Yuan Lang finally raised his hand, the action was very simple, a mysterious qi filled the palm, and then landed on Gu Feng's head, suddenly, Gu Feng's eyes widened and he shouted, and the voice tore the heart of the mother waiting outside the door.

The wind's hands were clenched tightly together, and the coke oven in her heart had made her unable to calm down any longer.

Yan gently patted her shoulder on the side: "Don't worry, Feng'er will be fine!"

Although he nodded, everyone could see that the wind was full of worry about his son, and even said that it was a kind of longing, longing that Gu Feng would be fine.

The real means of treatment was only a simple half an hour, and in less than half an hour, the door of the hut was opened with a "creak", and Yuan Lang walked out.

"My lord, how is it, how is Feng'er!" Feng, who had lost his mind and was anxious in his heart, hurriedly ran up and grabbed Yuan Lang's hand and asked.

Seeing the love for his son revealed in the eye of the wind, Yuan Lang nodded: "It's not a big deal, it's just that the Xuan Qi and physical strength are consumed too much, and the mental power has been slightly traumatized, I have injected a part of the repaired Xuan Qi into his mind, as long as he rests for about half a year, he should be able to recover, you don't have to worry too much!"

Hearing that his son was fine, the heart that was hanging high finally fell, and he fell to his knees: "Thank you for saving my son's life, thank you for saving my son's life!"

Yuan Lang helped him up: "Go and see him! After the golden Xuan Qi on the top of his head has completely entered his body, you can take him back to cultivate well, and if there are no problems within three days, he should be able to wake up, but you have to tell him that he must not get involved in any cultivation exercises again within half a year, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Got it!" Thank you again, the wind entered the room, and watched his son lying quietly on the bed, frowning and looking quite uncomfortable, and the wind also felt uncomfortable for him.

Mother and son are connected, the pain of the son will make the mother's heart ache, on the contrary, if the mother is sick, the son will also wait day and night and never give up, this is the most real, real and admirable emotion in the world.

When Gu Feng was carried out of the woods by the wind, everyone hurriedly greeted him and asked.

"It's okay, Feng'er is fine!" Feng's face, which was already full of joy, couldn't close his mouth with a smile, he had been worried for half a month, and now he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Yan walked out of the woods: "I know where Feng'er lives in Moon City, I'll take you there!"

Gu Feng's thinking was still under his control, and he didn't know what was happening outside, but everything in his mind was clear and abnormal.

"Accommodating a hundred things, accommodating a hundred things, what is the solution!" Gu Feng pondered in his mind repeatedly what it meant, but after all, he still couldn't think of a reason.

It's not that he doesn't want to wake up from his slumber now, he has tried many times but can't wake up, it seems that there is a force that has been isolating him from the outside world, and the wonderful feeling that appeared again at the beginning, Gu Feng knows that this is not a bad thing.

The improvement of the Xuanling Master requires continuous cultivation to strengthen his combat ability, and then go to various experiences, such as going to the territory of Warcraft and competing with Warcraft to obtain better combat skills, which are not lacking for Gu Feng, he has rich combat experience.

And what is the only thing that is missing from the archaic style now? It is the mystical law of extreme power and soul power that others don't even dare to touch, everyone's understanding of these two forces is completely different, or they may have their own cultivation methods, there is no way to teach this kind of thing by words and deeds, even if Gu Luowei is now teaching his son how to break through the unbearable difficulties, he may not be able to comprehend, the cultivation is in his own hands, others can only play a role in getting started and guiding, as for the more profound things, he still needs to figure out and study himself to comprehend.

But whether it is the method that the ancient style needs or the method that ordinary Xuan Ling masters need to enhance their strength, they are all nothing more than going on the same path, that is, constantly healing through injuries, and then healing from injuries, so that after a long time, they can finally reach some kind of unattainable realm.

It's like using weights to pull and relax your muscles back and forth in the gym to prevent the muscles from adapting, then massaging them, and then increasing the weight to repeat the same action over and over again. It's boring, but in the end, you can get a beautiful muscle, and the reason is the same.

A body that has been repaired after constant beating is the body that can truly withstand the test.

It's just that this road is very long, for the ancient style, and even longer for those ordinary Xuanling masters, because they don't know anything about the two powers that the Xuanling Master needs in essence and the soul power that controls the two powers.

Although the Extreme Power Gu Feng has some understanding, it is not yet called an epiphany, let alone being able to use it freely, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the power of ice and fire released by himself when fighting against that terrifying monster and be impacted and fly.

It seems that there is a layer of film that is hindering the ancient wind from breaking through, and everything in it can be seen in the blur, but no matter how hard the ancient wind tries, this film can never be pierced, even if it is anxious and hard work, it still stays in place, has it reached the real biggest breakthrough difficulty.

In a trance, Gu Feng's body suddenly tightened, and then relaxed, opened his eyes gently, found the familiar ceiling, familiar everything, turned his eyes, and stared straight at himself with a pair of anxious and joyful eyes.

"Mother!" Gu Feng opened his chapped lips and shouted hard.

The cries were everywhere, all of them were women's cries.

Sometimes you can't say that women are too fragile, and you can't say that women are really made of water, at that time they are a kind of praise for the beauty of women, their crying sometimes represents joy or sadness, sometimes it is a kind of inspirational stimulation for men, if there is no such crying that often lingers in the ears, life will not be very boring.

But then again, if you cry every day, then no one can stand it, it's not a stimulus to men, but a blow.

"It's good to wake up!" After saying a word, Feng immediately closed his mouth, for fear that he would accidentally hold his breath and lose his breath and tears would be left by his son.

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