Chapter 2 Memory
Xiao Er in the inn walked slowly to the door of the private room on the second floor with the food, knocked lightly on the door and said, "Guest officer, your meal has been prepared." ”
"Well, come in!"
"Well, good." Xiao Er pushed the door and smelled the strong smell of Chinese grass, and then saw Xuan Yifan soaked in the wooden barrel, Xiao Er didn't dare to look at it more, and quickly lowered his head and sent Fan Lai to the table, closed the door and left.
With a "click" on the door, only the sound of Xuan Yifan's breathing was left in the room.
Xuan Yifan suddenly opened his eyes, a fine light flashed, and then spit out a white mist. When he finished spitting, Xuan Yifan came out of the barrel, revealing the scar on his chest, which was the scar left by the battle with Lin Ying.
After Xuan Yifan wiped his body, got dressed and put the wooden barrel outside, he leaned against the table by the window and ate a cold meal, looking at the scenery outside the window.
It was no longer raining outside, and there was a crescent moon hanging on the ink-colored sky, and the stars in the sky were hanging on the black cloth, shining one after another.
At night, there are several brightly lit houses, and you can hear the sound of children playing and dogs barking.
Xuan Yifan's dead eyes were ethereal, as if he had returned to the place where he started, to the place where he had three huts, and to the place where he returned home.
Whew!
Gollum!
In a small wooden house, Xuan Yifan was pinching his nose and fanning hard, and the jar was burning on the stove, and there were unpleasant herbs inside.
Alas, I don't know how many days my father will have to drink the medicine before it will be better. Xuan Yi thought to himself, when he thought that his father was only middle-aged, but he was already full of gray hair, his heart twitched.
Ahem, ahem!
A loud cough came from next door, Xuan Yifan didn't dare to hesitate to take the medicine jar and ran to another room, the room was very simple, a boxy table was placed on one side, a cabinet, two stools, two beds, one of the beds A man with a white head leaned on the bed and kept coughing, covered with a thick quilt.
Seeing the man coughing, Xuan Yifan hurriedly ran over and patted the man's back and said worriedly: "Father, are you angry?" We'll drink this medicine in a moment, or I'll feed you." ”
After hearing this, the father waved his hand very stubbornly and said, "No need, you can just hand me the medicine, I can do it myself." ”
Xuan Yifan was very helpless, so he had no choice but to put the Chinese medicine in a bowl and put it in his father's old hand, watching his father drink the medicine one by one.
When the medicine reached the third bowl, his father looked at the wall in front of him as if he was seeing something through the wall, and suddenly his father asked, "Yifan, you have been refining your body since two years ago, and now you have reached the triple level of martial arts!" ”
Xuan Yifan nodded and complained a little: "Yes, but father, you have never given me the mental method to let me continue to improve, and you didn't say when I asked you when to give me the mental method, it's really ......."
"Okay, let's do it today." My father interjected: "I'll put the exercises in the ancestral hall, you can go and get them!" I'll wait for you! ”
"Really?" Xuan Yifan asked with a happy brow, and when he saw his father nodding, he ran to the ancestral hall excitedly. On the table of the ancestral hall is a wooden plaque with a sword carved on it, and these three mats are placed on the ground
It was dark in the ancestral hall, Xuan Yifan lit the oil lamps on both sides, and began to rummage for nothing, Xuan Yifan was a little suspicious that his father was playing with him, Xuan Yifan decided to look for it again, this time he even looked for the table, but he still found nothing.
Xuan Yifan was indeed playing with his father this time, he was a little annoyed, and stomped on the ground hard.
Knock knock!
The empty echo came into his ears, and Xuan Yifan sensed that something was wrong on the ground, so Xuan Yifan stomped on the ground while listening to the loud sound over there. Soon, Xuan Yifan determined the source of the echo - the mat
Xuan Yifan removed the floor under the three mats to reveal the layers of steps, Xuan Yifan did not hesitate to go down, and soon arrived at Xuan Yifan came to the front of the exercises he was thinking about, there was nothing around, there was only one platform, and a booklet was placed on the platform, and the three words "Condensing Qi Jue" were written on the booklet, these three words gave people a very heroic feeling, and the booklet itself did not know what material it was made of very tough.
But Xuan Yifan was not in the mood to care about these now, picked up the booklet, ran to the ancestral hall and came to the door of the house with great interest, the familiar coughing sound did not appear, everything was quiet.
Xuan Yifan's heart "chuckled", there was an ominous premonition swirling in his mind, Xuan Yifan shouted at his father while pushing the door in, and then saw an unforgettable scene!
The father leaned on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, his hands perpendicular to the ground, and next to him was a cold medicine. Xuan Yifan came to his father's side tremblingly and put his hand under his father's nose, not breathing.
"Father!"
Xuan Yifan knelt on the ground with a thud, and the booklet in his hand fell to the ground.
At this moment, all Xuan Yifan's joy turned into sadness, and he cried bitterly!
His father left Xuan Yifan with a smile, leaving only a letter, which reads:
Child, when you read this letter, it means that I am dead, and there is no need to grieve for my life.
I know you've always wanted to know where your mother is, go, go, go to the imperial capital of the Xuanyou Empire to find her.
Remember to live and live well.
Seven days later, Xuan Yifan knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed three times, and embarked on the road of finding his mother with his father's last wish, and also embarked on the road of this undercurrent warrior.