Early the next morning, Ye Feng went on the road with Prince Wenlan's convoy.

It seems that this time into the mountain, the prince of Wenlan has gained a lot, and the two carriages that pull goods are tied with large bags full of large and small mountain goods.

On one of the other two carriages lay a thin, middle-aged man with a sallow face, lying motionless, with two men beside him taking care of him.

I heard that Wenlan Gongzi said that this person was one of his buddies, who suddenly fell ill in the mountains and was seriously ill, and now he is going to be sent to Xi'an City to find a good man.

For his men who take such good care of him, with affection and righteousness, Ye Feng feels that this Wenlan prince is indeed worthy of admiration.

It's just that when Ye Feng saw this sick guy, although he was seriously ill and couldn't speak, when Ye Feng saw his eyes, the anxiety and helplessness revealed in them still made his heart move.

He felt that this look seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but if he looked closely at this thin man, he was sure that it had no effect at all, he must have never seen it before.

Remembering the people he has seen is a skill that Ye Feng is quite proud of learning from his father.

The last carriage was ridden by Prince Wenlan himself, and now, he invited Ye Feng to ride with him.

The carriage was not large, and from the outside, there was nothing special about it.

However, the carriage is equipped with light fur cushions, which is very comfortable. This carriage has been carefully transformed, and when the door is closed, the noisy sound outside is suddenly isolated from the outside, and it is very quiet, and it does not feel too bumpy when walking, and it does not feel the fatigue of the journey at all.

Presumably, on this carriage, Prince Wenlan must have spent a lot of thought and money.

Next to the soft couch where Wenlan Gongzi sits, there is an antique thick book, with two big ancient seal characters on the cover, but Ye Feng recognizes that it is the "Book of Songs".

It seems that this Wenlan prince is not just a simple businessman full of interests and full of copper smell, at least he is also an elegant person who likes poetry and literature.

The two talked all the way, but Ye Feng couldn't help but gradually respect and even admire Gongzi Wenlan.

Ye Feng was conceited and could be regarded as a well-informed person who had experienced some things, but the Wenlan prince in front of him didn't look much older than him, but his knowledge was profound, which really surprised Ye Feng a little.

In his mouth, he seemed to know everything about the strange things in the world, flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water, and he quoted scriptures and scriptures vividly, as if they were all seen with his own eyes.

At this time, Ye Feng couldn't help but start to miss his righteous brother Zhang Fatzi, who was also well-read, well-read and well-memorized, and was famous for his profound knowledge.

But the Wenlan son in front of him is even better, he is like an encyclopedia, no matter what you talk about, he can talk eloquently, and his unique views are really convincing.

Ye Feng talked with Wenlan Gongzi all the way, and after a few days, the convoy went out of the mountains and headed straight towards Xi'an City.

Along the way, the food and accommodation were arranged by Prince Wenlan, and the best restaurants and hotels he chose must be the best local restaurants, it can be seen that he is a person who is extremely particular about the details of life, and the natural expenses must be expensive, which makes Ye Feng feel a little guilty in his heart.

But Prince Wenlan didn't mind, it seemed that he didn't care about money at all, but for Ye Feng, he had the feeling of seeing each other late

Every day, the two of them talked endlessly, and they were reluctant to part until late at night.

Until late one night, after Ye Feng said goodbye to Prince Wenlan, he returned to the room, but found that there was a person sitting in his room!

This person was the same age as Ye Feng, he looked very young, he sat at the table and waited quietly for Ye Feng, and when he saw Ye Feng come in, he smiled at Ye Feng kindly, but Ye Feng didn't know him.

In the middle of the night, a stranger suddenly appeared in his room, Ye Feng couldn't help but raise his vigilance, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? What are you doing in my room late at night?"

The young man smiled and said, "Ye Gongzi doesn't have to be nervous, there is no malice in the bottom. It's just that the owner of the family wants to meet Ye Gongzi, so he took the liberty to visit. ”

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Who is your master?"

The young man stood up and replied lightly: "It's Ye Gongzi's old friend." ”

What is the old man?

Before Ye Feng could figure it out, the young man's figure suddenly moved, and he jumped out of the open window, leaving only a faint sentence: "Please come down with Ye Gongzi." ”

If it had been someone else, so late at night, and a strange uninvited guest so invited, perhaps he would not have ventured there.

But Ye Feng is no one else, he has experienced life and death several times, he is used to seeing wind and rain, since his curiosity has been hooked, nothing can stop him.

As soon as he jumped out of the window, he saw the young man waiting for him with a smile not far away, and when he saw him chasing him, he turned and ran forward.

He seemed to be deliberately guiding Ye Feng, so he ran not far or near in front of him, until he came to the edge of this town, and outside a room with lights on, he stopped.

When Ye Feng approached, he carefully observed the situation around him, and after being sure that no one was coming, he seemed to be relieved, and said to Ye Feng: "The master of the family is inside, please let Ye Gongzi come in and see him." ”

When he arrived at the place, Ye Feng hesitated a little, and some regretted his impulsiveness, although until now, this young man did not show any hostility towards him.

He hesitated and asked, "Who is your master?" and what is the purpose of bringing me here in the middle of the night?"

The young man smiled faintly and said to Ye Feng: "Gusu Murong Clan, under Murong Juncai." ”

Gusu Murong?

Ye Feng suddenly remembered.

At the beginning of the Songshan Tingtao Villa, Murong Wencai of Gusu Murong died tragically at the hands of Lin Suifeng, and later in the capital, his father, Murong Haohua, the contemporary head of the Murong family, has always coveted the Shaolin Yijin Sutra practiced by Ye Feng, and tried to kidnap him several times.

But at the last moment of life and death, it was Murong Haohua who rescued Ye Feng from under the killer Butterfly Dance's ghost head copper flute, for which he was also injured by the sound wave gong and hit Butterfly Dance's hidden weapon.

Since then, there has been no news of Murong Haohua, and I don't know if his injuries have healed now?

At present, this Murong Juncai, who calls himself Gusu Murong, is the "master of the family" in his mouth the Murong Haohua who sacrificed his life to save him?

Ye Feng felt a burst of excitement in his heart, no matter what Murong Haohua's original intention was, at least he was always injured to save himself, and he was gracious.

He didn't hesitate any longer, pushed open the door and walked in.

Watching him walk into the room, Murong Juncai didn't follow up, but

Turned around and closed the door, and stood outside guarding.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Ye Feng smelled a strong aroma.

The incense burner on the table in the room was still curling with light smoke, and it was obvious that some spices were still burning.

There was a man in a wide brocade robe sitting in the room, and when he saw Ye Feng coming in, he smiled at him and said, "Young Master Ye, we meet again." ”

This person is the one who once saved Ye Feng, the contemporary head of the Gusu Murong family, Murong Haohua!

Ye Feng felt a burst of joy in his heart.

After such a long time, now that Murong Haohua has appeared in front of him again, he must be unharmed by his injuries.

But I don't know why, Ye Feng always felt that his face was strangely pale, and he seemed weak to speak.

He asked with some hesitation, "Mr. Murong, you, are you okay with your original injury?"

Murong Haohua smiled and said, "It's been so long, of course it's been okay for a long time, and Gongzi Ye is worried." ”

But in Ye Feng's eyes, his smile looked so reluctant, and his words seemed so pale and weak.

Ye Feng rushed up with an arrow step, reached out and grabbed the neckline of Murong Haohua's brocade robe.

Murong Haohua's face changed, but he was powerless to stop it.

Ye Feng gently lifted the neckline of his brocade robe, and on top of Murong Haohua's chest, there were layers of white cloth, and it was already soaked in bloodstains, and the wound below was probably festering, emitting a pungent stench.

Ye Feng suddenly understood why Murong Haohua wanted to light such a strong spice in the house, probably to cover up the foul smell of the festering wounds on his body.

The location of this wound is exactly where he was hit by Butterfly Dance's hidden weapon at the beginning, and he couldn't imagine that after such a long time, it would be even more serious.

Ye Feng only felt that his nose was sour, and he called out a little choked: "Mr. Murong......"

I can't go on anymore.

Murong Haohua smiled faintly and said to him, "It's okay, Ye Gongzi doesn't have to be sad, isn't I okay?"

He sighed and said: "I didn't expect that the Miaoyin Gate Ghost Head Copper Flute is really extraordinary, and the hidden weapon shot out is still highly poisonous! Although I have barely suppressed the toxicity with medicine these days, and it will not attack for the time being, but this wound will never get better, but it makes Ye Gongzi smile." ”

Ye Feng was very sad in his heart, and said, "Mr. Murong, it's all because of me that you ......."

At this point he choked up a little again, and couldn't speak anymore.

Murong Haohua shook his head and said: "Ye Gongzi doesn't have to be sad, I coveted the Shaolin Yijin Sutra you learned at the beginning, and wanted to take it for myself, so I would come to the rescue. ”

Ye Feng was still very sad in his heart, but he still asked, "Mr. Murong is so seriously injured, why doesn't he recuperate at home, but he will appear here?"

Murong Haohua said: "The Murong family has been in business for many years, several generations, and has some industries all over the country. This time, I came here to deal with some family affairs, so I had to come here with illness. ”

"But I didn't expect to meet Ye Gongzi here, and then I ordered my nephew Murong Juncai to quietly lead you to meet you. ”

At this time, his face turned pale, and he asked a little eagerly: "Does Ye Gongzi know who the person dressed as a noble son with you is?"