"Medicine Ancestor"

Bursts of stinging pain came from his face and arms, and the scorching and fiery pain made Du Feiyun open his eyes and get up, rubbing his stinging cheeks with both hands, and then gradually came to his senses.

Feeling the tingling pain on his arm, Du Feiyun lowered his head and found that the two arms under the rolled up sleeves had turned red. A burst of hot and unbearable feeling flowed all over his body, and the pores of his body were a little tingling, he looked up at the scorching sunlight in the high sky, and saw the boulder under him, and then he realized that he had fallen asleep on the boulder, and slept until noon.

"Oh no, I slept for so long, and today I have to pick one less pound of herbs and earn ten dollars less!"

Whether it is in another prosperous and impetuous world, or after coming to this world, Du Feiyun has been working hard for money and life all his life, I have to say that this is a very tragic thing.

Thinking that he had fallen asleep in a daze, Du Feiyun felt a little guilty in his heart, and secretly made up his mind that he must work harder to collect medicine in the afternoon and make up for the loss in the morning. However, when he turned his head to look for the basket, he found that there was nothing around him, and the basket was gone.

"This!" Du Feiyun was stunned for a moment, and the scene in the dream just now gradually appeared in his mind, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to see a bustling city, walked into the city and wandered around for a while, and finally exchanged things with people in a shop with the herbs in the basket.

He subconsciously looked in front of him, but he only saw the same scene as usual, the undulating peaks in the distance, the steaming clouds and mist nearby, the thorny vines around him, where is the city!

It turned out that all this was a dream, an ethereal daydream!

However, his back basket was truly gone. He clearly remembered that he was resting on this big stone with a basket on his back, but now he got up from sleep, but found that the basket was gone, which was really weird.

While thinking wildly in his heart, Du Feiyun's mind unconsciously came up with those legends of gods and ghosts that had been circulating in Baishi Town for countless years. Thinking of those weird and terrifying legends, and thinking of the strange things that happened to him, although the sun was shining, Du Feiyun, who had always been bold, also felt a little cold on his back.

"No, I have to change places tomorrow to collect medicine!" Du Feiyun made up his mind in his heart, Du Feiyun didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly got up and jumped off the boulder and went down the mountain.

Suppressing this strange thing in his heart for the time being, Du Feiyun looked up at the sun in the sky, and blamed himself again. On weekdays, he would go down the mountain before noon, return to his home in Baishi Town for lunch, and then continue to collect medicine in the mountains in the afternoon.

But today he slept until the afternoon, and his mother and sister must be very anxious at home, maybe his sister will come to Baishifeng in person to find him or bring him food. Because he had been like this several times before, he did not come home for dinner at noon, so his sister brought the food to the Tingfeng Stone halfway up the mountain.

Thinking that his sister Du Xuanqing might have been waiting under the scorching sun for a long time, Du Feiyun hurriedly walked towards the wind stone halfway up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, looking at the cyan boulder standing on the edge of the cliff from a distance, Du Feiyun found that there was no one under the boulder.

"Didn't my sister come today?" Du Feiyun speculated in his heart, and walked quickly towards Tingfeng Shi. If Du Xuanqing hadn't come, then he would have gone down the mountain directly to go home for dinner, and the back basket would have been lost, and he would not have been able to continue collecting medicine in the afternoon.

When he came to the stone of listening to the wind, Du Feiyun looked around, and was about to go down the mountain to leave, when his eyes suddenly fell into the stone crevice not far in front of him. In the gap between the two boulders, some food was spilled, and two steamed buns rolled aside, and many ants climbed on them. The old black lunch box was also broken into several pieces, scattered around.

Seeing this, Du Feiyun chuckled in his heart, and a bad premonition came to his mind. The first few times my sister came to bring him food, she would wait for him to arrive with a lunch box, and she would not go down the mountain until he finished eating.

"Sister!!"

"Sister!!"

Du Feiyun, who was anxious in his heart, opened his throat and shouted loudly, his eyes eagerly searched around, but he never saw the figure of Dao Ting, only his shouts echoed in the mountains.

No one answered several shouts, Du Feiyun told himself to be calm, while carefully checking the situation around him, and his mind was still analyzing and guessing the reason. ...,

Seeing that there were traces of grass being trampled on a path that stretched to the top of the cliff, Du Feiyun stared at it, and stepped on the narrow path without thinking.

This trail is built on one side of the mountainside, with a steep mountain wall with vines on the left and an abyss cliff of hundreds of feet on the right, in which white clouds slowly flow, obscuring the scene below the cliff.

The trail is only about two feet wide, and there are slippery moss, thorny vines, and in some places, there are craggy rocks, which is extremely bumpy and difficult to walk.

Worried about his sister's safety, Du Feiyun didn't care about the danger, and did not hesitate to step on this trail that he had never set foot in, his eyes were still searching for Du Wanqing's figure everywhere.

After winding his way up the hill for a distance of about a hundred zhang, Du Feiyun's gaze suddenly fell on a cluster of rocks in front of him, and among the gray-brown rocks, a wisp of cyan linen cloth was particularly conspicuous.

When he came closer, he picked up the piece of fabric, held it in the palm of his hand, and looked at it, and found that it was a piece of coarse linen, obviously a sleeve, and it seemed to have been cut by a sharp weapon. He clearly remembers that when he left the house this morning, he saw his sister wearing a blue linen dress.

The more uneasy he felt in his heart, Du Feiyun held the fabric in one hand, and hurriedly continued along the trail, stepping on many slippery mosses along the way, bypassing the clumps of vines, and stepping over the abrupt rocks, just thinking about finding his sister Du Wanqing as soon as possible.

At this time, his eyes were only looking at the front of the trail, and he was worried in his heart, regardless of the bumpy and rugged path under his feet, and he was not afraid that he would fall off the cliff and break his bones if he was not careful.

The soft mountain breeze blew across his cheeks, and Du Feiyun's ears keenly caught a sharp sound mixed with the wind, his heart tightened, and he didn't care about wiping the sweat off his face, and ran forward quickly.

Running along the winding path for a while, after turning a corner, there is a trail of only a dozen zhang in front of you, and here, the trail has come to an end.

However, when Du Feiyun came to this trail to see the scene at the end clearly, he was instantly furious, and a wave of anger burst out from his chest.

At the end of the path ten zhang away in front of him, there was a figure dressed in a purple satin brocade robe, it was a tall and tall man, with a jade belt hanging from his face, he was like a jade tree in the wind. It's just that the cold smile on this young man's face makes him look very gloomy.

The young man, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, held a steel sword in one hand, leaned forward slightly and looked down at the cliff under his feet, and the long sword in his hand was raised high, ready to split.

On the edge of the cliff in front of him, there was a pair of white and delicate little hands, the white wrists were covered with blood, and the green tendons were exposed, and they were grasping a clump of vines growing on the edge of the cliff with all their might. Although there were many spikes on the vine, and the blood of the little white hands was pierced, the owner of the little hands never let go. Because, under her, is the bottomless abyss cliff.

The owner of those bloodied hands was a young woman of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a blue linen gown, and under the slightly disheveled green silk, a pretty face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood was full of determination and unyieldingness.

She bit her lip tightly, stubbornly raised her head and stared at the purple-clothed man on the path, her clear eyes full of anger and a trace of despair.