The splendid night of August 15 is also the final choice of the young master's life.

As we enter August, the number of pilgrims pouring in from all over the country has reached last year's peak.

There are more and more people in Fifty Miles Shop every day, and the market is very noisy from morning to night.

The convoy of the Beidi Chamber of Commerce came to Wulipu again, and at the same time brought a large number of goods.

In the center of the caravan, a man and a woman came out of an upon-horse carriage.

The man wore a black robe with a dazzling gold mask, and the woman wore an emerald green dress, holding a simple Qingfeng sword.

The two of them are the Floating Leaf and Han Xi Leaf who have just returned from Drifting Snow City.

Fushengye got out of the carriage and stretched his waist and said to Han Xiye: "I smell the fragrance of Lao Nie's sheep buns at the south gate!" ”

Han Xiye hugged the floating leaves and said, "Then let's go buy a few and take them to the mountain to eat." ”

Fushengye's dress can't be low-key wherever he goes.

In front of Lao Nie's bun stall, many people are waiting for the bun to be caged.

When they saw the arrival of the Floating Leaf, as soon as they saw him, some people immediately recognized him as the legendary first Floating Leaf in the West Mountain, and some people even rumored that he was the great hero who saved Drifting Snow City. The pilgrims who were buying buns immediately flashed to the side to make way for the floating leaves.

As he walked, he greeted the crowd on both sides: "May the moon god bless you!" ”

The pilgrims were all moved by the words and fell down at the feet of the floating leaves to thank him for his blessings.

Fushengye said: "Everyone get up!" Today, I have all the steamed buns of Lao Nie's family, and you can't buy one! ”

Most of the pilgrims who were waiting to eat the buns had not yet eaten breakfast, and they were hungry to hear that the floating leaves were going to buy all the buns. Although they were not happy, they did not dare to say anything.

Fushengye said again: "But there are so many buns, I can't finish it." I'm going to take 10 buns and give the rest to all the devout believers here! ”

As soon as the pilgrims heard Fushengye's words, they knew that he was joking before, and he obviously wanted to give everyone steamed buns to eat, but he didn't say it directly, which made these pilgrims feel upset.

However, his fuss instantly shortened the distance with everyone, and everyone ignored the masked face of the floating leaves, only to feel that their hearts were connected.

At this time, a little beggar of twelve or thirteen years old squeezed into the crowd and shouted to the floating leaves: "Benefactor! You've come to us. ”

Fusheng Ye saw that the little beggar in front of him had an oily face, and the clothes he was wearing were very loose and unfitting.

He thought that the little beggar was here to beg for food, so he took a bun and handed it to the little beggar.

The little beggar looked at the steaming bun with a scorching gaze, and when he was sure that Fushengye was really going to give the bun to himself, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva excitedly, and then wiped his dirty hand on the placket of his clothes, took the bun and swallowed it in three or two bites.

Fushengye looked at the hungry little beggar and said, "Is it delicious?" ”

The little beggar shyly covered his neck and said, "It's too hot to eat any stuffing!" ”

Fushengye gave the little beggar two more buns, and the little beggar took the buns one by one excitedly, not knowing how to thank them.

Fushengye said: "Don't eat it now, it's uncomfortable to choke." When I go home, I saliva and eat slowly, and if I want to eat steamed buns in the future, I will come to Lao Nie. Old Nie! In the future, all the buns that this kid took from you will be credited to me. ”

Lao Nie shouted: "Okay! Limited edition? ”

Floating leaves said: "Until you are full, don't waste it!" ”

Lao Nie smiled: "Got it! ”

As he spoke, he began to cough up blood, and the white handkerchief that Han Xiye handed him was quickly stained red by a large mouthful of blood.

Lao Nie's laughter stopped abruptly, and he asked Fushengye with a face like ashes: "Lord Shouzao, are you like this?" ”

Han Xiye cried on the side: "Big brother, he was seriously injured in Drifting Snow City because of the battle with the Ghost King!" ”

Countless pilgrims knelt down to pray for him when they saw the floating leaves coughing up blood.

Fushengye was moved and said: "Fathers and fellow villagers, you all get up!" I am the messenger of the moon god, and I am not afraid to return to the embrace of the moon god again! ”

Han Xiye helped the floating leaves out of the market and came to the street, and everywhere they went, the pilgrims all knelt down to greet each other.

When the two walked into the arrow platform, Lu Yaoyi came to greet them with several junior sisters from Dongshan. Seeing Lu Yaoyi, the youngest of the Seven Swords, Fushengye could still make a few jokes on her.

Lu Yaoyi couldn't be happy, the seven swords were scattered, and now she was left with a disciple of the seven swords.

Fushengye was very curious about why Ren Jie Qi'er didn't come to greet him, and after asking, he learned that when the Heavenly Tribulation of Drifting Snow City was over, there was also a vibration on the Twin Peaks.

Gesang Yuzhen was personally sent by the guardian messenger to send Renjie Qi'er to the White Tiger Tooth Cave for retreat and cultivation, and until now Renjie Qi'er has not been released.

In order to allow Renjie Qi'er to concentrate on cultivation, Gesang Yuzhen sent several disciples on the top of the White Tiger Tooth Cave to be on duty at night, not allowing anyone to approach the White Tiger Tooth Cave.

As soon as Han Xiye went up the mountain, he was taken by Lu Yaoyi to see Elder Gesang Yuzhen.

Floating leaves returned to the deserted adjudication division. These days in his absence, there was a scene of decay in the Judgment Division. Seeing the accumulation of rotten leaves on the ground outside the courtyard, and the tables in the house were covered with a thick layer of dust, there was a fire in his heart.

He didn't care about his illness, so he forced himself to beat the drum and summoned all the guards of the Adjudication Division to come and obey the order.

But after the beating of the drums, only a dozen old, weak, sick and disabled guards were waiting for them, and most of the others did not follow the orders. Fushengye knew that there had been another accident on the West Mountain, and at this time his body was already extremely weak, so he almost fell down and fainted.

So his temper tantrum didn't flare up.

He said to the dozen or so old, weak, sick and disabled guards who came over with a pleasant face: "I don't care what happened to these sons who I am not there, now that I am back, the Adjudication Division, and even the entire Xishan will be the only one." No matter how big or small, I have the final say. Now I command you to clean up our sacrificial house for me. ”

The honest guards heard Floating Leaf's order and immediately began to clean up the entire Judgment Division.

Then the floating leaves went back to the backyard to take a nap alone. He sat in front of the lotus pond, made a pot of tea by himself, and poured himself a drink.

Ahri, the little white fox, jumped out of his arms and sat down on the other side.

The details of the Heavenly Tribulation in Drifting Snow City are much more tragic than the world knows. Beginning with the death of the head of the Canglan family, countless soldiers died in battle on that day, and countless civilians were killed and wounded.

In order to deal with the vampire king, Prime Minister Renjie was willing to turn into a mending stone, but if it wasn't for Ahri's desperate casting of the time-lapse spell, all their efforts would have been in vain.

Ahri paid an extraordinary price to cast a time-lapse spell that spanned two planes. She became a little fox who did not know anything about the world again, and could no longer change at all, nor could she speak again.

Fushengye didn't know when Ahri would recover, he only knew that he had to recover his combat strength as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't be able to protect himself and Ahri at all.

He had been weak before, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with being weak at that time. But after experiencing strength, he became an ordinary person again, and his heart was still full of a sense of loss.

It's like someone in a nightmare struggling to wake up right away.

People in nightmares will feel as if they have been abandoned by the whole world, and the more they struggle, the more powerless they become, and they can only helplessly watch themselves fall.

When he left Drifting Snow City, he felt that he still had the strength of a captain-level samurai, but his strength was declining along the way, until now he had become a sick man who was not even as good as ordinary people.

In order to defeat the vampire king of the Red Gold Khan in Drifting Snow City, he did not hesitate to absorb the demon thoughts of the Hades. Now, in order to resist the erosion of this demonic thought, he deliberately did not allow himself to change in order to suppress the influence of demonic thoughts on him.

As a result, his body became unbalanced, and the old illness that had not occurred for a long time became more and more serious.

In order not to turn himself into a vampire under the influence of demonic thoughts, he has secretly made up his mind that he will commit suicide as soon as the demonic thoughts break through his restraints and become uncontrollable.

Just when the floating leaves were most isolated and helpless, Su Xiao rode the fire-spitting dragon from the imperial capital to return to Xishan.

Su Mo's father also came to visit the sick floating leaves in person. He also brings some precious tonics to the floating leaves. Those rare herbs were personally picked from the mountains by Su Mo's father. He collected these herbs in large part to cure Su Mo's mother's illness.

Now he wants to use these medicines for the floating leaves, and the floating leaves refuse the kindness of Su Mo's father after knowing the truth.

Su Xiao saw Su Mo's father and said, "Uncle is fine, how is the master's illness?" ”

Father Su Mo said softly: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say!" Adults refuse to take medicine, it's hard for me to die! ”

Fushengye said to Su Xiaodao: "I know about my illness, and I won't be able to die for a while!" But your wounds have not healed yet, so let Uncle Su show you. ”

Su Mo's father has always treated Su Xiao as a family member. He held Su Xiao down, untied his clothes, and checked his injuries.

Su Xiaoguang said embarrassedly: "People are big children, Uncle Su, others like you will laugh at me if they know." ”

Su Mo's father said: "Don't be a doctor when you're sick, don't be a doctor when you're sick!" What are you shy about? ”

Su Mo's father's golden sore medicine is the best in the snowy region, but not many people know about it.

Su Xiao was severely burned at the beginning, and if it weren't for Su Mo's father's help, he wouldn't be alive now.

Therefore, the person Su Xiao respects the most, except for the floating leaves, is Su Mo's father.

Fushengye returned to Xishan and still hadn't seen the elders.

The elders of the five elements on the West Mountain basically don't care about the world, and since the killing of the Elder Yan Shi, Yan Zhong can be said to cover the sky with one hand, making the entire West Mountain a miasma.

He expelled the remnants of the Zhangxiong tribe to fifty lipu, but did not provide them with support, wanting them to fend for themselves.

The remnants of the defeated army gathered together, lost the restraint of their rulership, and soon degenerated into a group of ruffians who bullied and dominated the market.

Feeling heartbroken when he heard the news, he decided to find a time to gather the stragglers together and arrange some errands for them so that they would not be harmed. When the election of the young commander is over, those soldiers of the Zhangxiong Department will complete their mission and can return triumphantly.

In addition, Fushengye also wanted to see how the slave he bought from Xiyang City was doing in Fifty Miles.

Everything he had to do in person, and he felt that he was lacking in skills, and the time of the day passed in a flash.

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