The remnant sun is like blood, and the branches and shadows are sparse. A flock of crows flew outside the old wooden window, and the cries were rough and ugly, Ji Qiang closed the door open and ventilated, and said to the person on the bed:

"It's ugly, turn it off, don't bother you."

The person on the bed raised his finger, it seemed that it was difficult to even sit up, Ji Qiang walked up to her and raised the pillow higher. In the small room, there was a strong and bitter medicinal smell everywhere, and Ji Qiang was used to this taste.

I got used to it, and I felt that the medicinal smell was also a bitter and stale fragrance.

After another month of smelling, the smell of medicine became stronger and stronger, but today it is about to be dissipated. The old and boring hand brushed her green silk like ink, and the old man's hair had already turned white into the color of snow, which was different from his own.

"I can't do it, Ji girl, do you know what my surname is?" The corners of the old man's mouth drooped slightly, his eyes were quiet, and he looked at Ji Qiang gently and peacefully.

"I don't know." Ji Qiang shook her head obediently and looked at the old man with a smile: "You tell me." ”

"I, surnamed Dugu, live in Penglai." The old man seemed to be recalling something far away, and his voice was slow as if it would be cut off in the next second.

Penglai, Dugu. Ji Qiang opened her mouth wide in surprise, the one she remembered that matched the two points was the Dugu Sect Master.

"You guessed it? Smart, it's me. The old man took out an old and simple plane wood sign from under his pillow, it was not like a token, the handwriting on it was a little blurred, and the pattern was not distinct, like a piece of wood that had just been cut from a tree, and it still retained a random shape.

"Take it." The old man put the wooden card in Ji Qiang's palm.

She didn't want to take it, the old man held her hand firmly, and she was forced to grasp the wooden card in her palm.

The fingers were thin, the joints were white, and Ji Qiang felt that the strength that held him was gradually disappearing.

"I have no children or daughters in my life, and I have no relatives and friends...... Fortunately, I met such a smart person as you, old enough to be my granddaughter. I'm afraid I'm going to die, and if you take this token to Penglai, my subordinates will recognize you as the new leader. The old man's tone gradually became softer, Ji Qiang's eyes were sour, she opened her eyes hard, and there was a smile on her lips all the time, she didn't want the old man to look at other people's crying faces when he left at the end.

You should go happily, there is nothing bad, it is a relief.

A tear fell on the back of the old man's hand, which was only skin and bone, and she didn't know when she had wept. Realizing that her regular laughter was more ugly than crying at this time, Ji Qiang wiped the tears from her face.

Ji Qiang in turn wrapped the old man's hand in his palm and held it firmly.

In late summer and early autumn, several heavy rains overnight made the temperature drop a lot. This rain took away the heat and brought away the anger of the old man. Ji Qiang's hands were very cold, but compared with the old man, they were a little more warm and fresh.

At this moment, she desperately hoped that she could pass on her energy to the old man through the palm of her hand, but the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, and it was not something she could recover. The old man was still smiling, and he didn't fade his smile before leaving: "I, I'm going to die, thank you......"

Outside the window, the sun completely set down the mountain, and without the sun, the cold in the house became worse.

The crows went and returned, perhaps to the south for the winter, and the cry was particularly miserable.

A gust of autumn wind swept the window lattice, and she was blown by the cold hair of the wind, and then she woke up like a dream.

The old man's hand was already hanging down, and she realized at this time: the person is gone, and he is dead forever. Tears began to be uncontrollable, as if she wanted to make up for the grievances just now, she cried until she sobbed, and lay down next to the old man's pillow.

The old man has no regrets in his life, and in the last time someone will support the elderly, and when she dies, there are still people who are sad for her and cry at the bedside.

There was a small hill at the back of the hut, and no one could see it, it was a lonely mountain. The summer days passed, and the whole mountain changed color and was covered with layers of withered yellow leaves.

Ji Qiang searched for a whole day, the mountain bag is not big, but she has to find a good place for ventilation and water. She chose next to the mountain stream, the stream was murmuring, and Ji Qiang was standing alone by the stream.

She buried the old man herself and made a tombstone.

She didn't know what the inscription on the stele was, but she didn't know what the old man's name was. Only engraved the Dugu clan, and the old man only told him who he was at the last moment before his death, that is, he didn't want people to know. Fame and fortune, titles, and a life of wanton leisure, so what is not brought by birth and not brought by death, it is best to be nameless in Huangquan.

The mountain spring flowed and stirred, and from time to time a drop splashed and smashed into Ji Qiang's eyes, this drop reminded her that she should go there.

Penglai Mountain on Penglai Island, gold and jade for it, birds and beasts are white, looking at it like jade, in the Bohai Sea.

It's a long way from here, thousands of miles away.

Ji Qiang's luggage was simple, only bringing some change of underwear and enough money, and then there was the token given by the old man.

She set out from the wooden house, knowing that it was remote and rarely inhabited, but she did not expect that it would take three full days to reach the nearest city. She had thought of supplying something, and then borrowed a horse and continued on her way, but she didn't expect it to take so long just to set off.

The streets were full of people, and the hawkers' shouts were as bright as a bell, attracting many servants and maids with children, and some elderly men in cloth clothes. The unknown Wu Nong sells tofu in a soft tone, this piece of well-known tofu Shih Tzu, the tofu made in the store is general, but with a pretty face, he has won his peers from all over the world.

"Tofu, tofu, tofu Shih Tzu made tofu ......"

She was indeed a little hungry and had an empty stomach. Ji Qiang didn't care about filling her stomach first, so she found a post station and wrote a letter to send it to the capital first......

"Your Majesty Jin'an, the Empress sent a letter from Fuzhen, which says that you can open it in person." The little palace maid who was waiting in front of the emperor hurriedly ran into the house and handed the letter to Xia Jingnian.

The letter reads: I am now in Fuzhen, all the way east to Penglai, these days are all right, I have sent away my benefactor, I need to go to Penglai on her behalf to complete the unfinished business.

See the words like meeting.

Ji Qiang's letter was written simply, and Xia Jingnian swept to the end with three or two eyes. He put the letter in his sleeve and said to the little palace maid: "I have something important to leave the palace immediately, and I have no time to inform the prince, so you will bring it to inform." ”

After saying that, he went straight to the outside of the Heart Cultivation Palace, leaving the little palace maid alone and frozen in place.

It took three or four days for the letter to arrive, and Ji Qiang had already left the town. She specially asked the local businessman's dart head, Penglai had never been there, most of them only knew a general direction, and only let her go through the swamp forest all the way to the east.

The forest is full of poisoning fog, which is the methane accumulated over the years, but fortunately, Ji Qiang itself has reached the state of immunity to the poison, but it is difficult to move through the swamp under his feet, and it is difficult to step by step.

The emperor left again, and the early dynasty became the Xia Yuxuan Dynasty sitting on the dragon chair.