Prosperity of a hundred generations,

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Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains,

Countless heroes are buried.

Sigh the Qin Emperor,

Han Wu Zongheng,

Hongtu hegemony will eventually come to naught.

Rolling East Passing Water,

Exhausting the dreams of a thousand autumns,

success or failure,

Leave it for posterity.

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Wind and rain road, fall to expand the rivers and lakes.

During the Qingming Festival, a spring rain poured all over Lanzhou in southern Xinjiang, and the warmed weather was also a little cool. It rained for a few days, and the surroundings were foggy, and the roads were empty and there were few pedestrians.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of horses' hooves, and an inky shadow gradually appeared from the mist.

The master did not bother to drive away, and the black horse did not run fast, and the sound of the horse's hooves sounded in a line, adding a little vitality to the lonely world.

"Xiaoxi, how do you feel?" immediately the tall boy lowered his head and asked softly.

I saw a stumbling in his arms, a beautiful face poked out of the robe, and the girl had a beautiful face, but her face was sallow and bloodless, as if she was seriously ill. "Brother Feng, I'm okay......"

These two people are Jing Feng and Lian Xi.

Escaping from Shen Li's trap that day, Jing Feng did not dare to delay in the slightest and hurriedly left Hanzhou.

Doctor Kang didn't seem to be completely lying, Lian Xi's body was really getting worse, and at this time, he was running around for his life and couldn't buy tonic herbs, even if he could buy them, I'm afraid it would be too much to make.

In a hurry, Jing Feng thought of Baicaomen. But when he broke through the siege, Shen Liyuan once said that he had dealings with Jiang Yuantu, the young master of Baicao Gate, although Jiang Yuantu had expressed goodwill, but Jing Feng didn't think it was sincere, and the Shen family united with Baicao, which was very likely to turn it into a pocket trap that couldn't escape!

In addition to Baicaomen, the only places Jing Feng could think of that were famous for their medicine were Jinzhou Ziyantang and Lanzhou Five Immortals Sect.

Due to its geographical location, Purple Smoke Hall doesn't seem to be a good choice. Donglu Sanzhou, Jinju, Wanzhou, Yunzhou. Three states of Middle Earth, Hengzhou, Chenzhou, Yongzhou. The west side is the Hanzhou Desert. Jinju is located in the northernmost part of the Eastern Continent, far away, and with Lian Xi's physical condition, it is difficult to get there smoothly.

At this time, there is only one place that can go, Lanzhou in southern Xinjiang, to find the Five Immortal Sect that has changed the color of countless Central Plains knights. The Five Immortals Sect is good at all kinds of herbs and poisons, and at this time there is no other way but to hope that there will be a way to treat Lian Xi's illness.

Running non-stop for several days, tired all the way, Lian Xi's face was getting worse day by day, and Jing Feng's hatred for Shen Liyuan was also deepening day by day.

If something happens to Lian Xi, Shen Likite will be buried with him!

Just when Jing Feng was about to despair, he suddenly thought of the elixir in his arms, ambergris.

Dr. Nakang once said that ambergris is a natural spiritual creature, but it can only make people immortal, but not alive. At this time, Lian Xi was terminally ill, his life hung by a thread, and Jing Feng had no choice but to give it a try.

After decocting a plant of ambergris, although Lian Xi's complexion was still very poor, it did not continue to deteriorate after all. Jing Feng secretly called for luck, it seems that Dr. Kang is indeed not lying, this ambergris spirit grass is indeed very effective when treating critically ill patients without dying.

After running for a long time, there was a lack of people and horses, and the thorn wind no longer drove away, allowing the black horse to jog in small steps and recover his strength.

After walking for an hour, I saw a small village in the hazy place of smoke and rain ahead. The village is not large, but there are only a dozen or so families along the road, scattered among the bamboo forests.

Jing Feng was worried that Lian Xi's body would not be able to bear it, so he eagerly went to find a place to stay, and as soon as he shook the reins, Wu Qi was also very excited, hissed, and rushed away.

There was indeed a small inn on the side of the road, Jing Feng jumped off the horse, and then carefully helped Lian Xi down and pushed the door in.

"Yo, please take a seat!" "The shopkeeper of the village shop, who is also a runner, hurriedly ran to greet him. "Are the two guest officers going to eat or stay in the hotel?"

Jing Feng helped Lianxi sit down and said in a loud voice: "I will live in the hotel and eat at the same time." The shopkeeper, stew chicken soup, stir-fry seasonal vegetables, and make some steamed rice porridge. ”

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Wait a minute, it'll be right away." With that, he turned around and went to the back hall to work.

"Let's have a bowl of hot soup to warm up first!" Jing Feng added, "and a pot of wine, and the black horses outside the door will add high-quality forage, so don't lose your strength." ”

"Okay!" the shopkeeper replied from afar.

Moments later, hot soup and meals followed. Lian Xi took a sip of it, and his hands and feet were slightly warmer.

"It's raining heavily!"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a crisp sound outside the door, and at the same time, the door of the store opened, and a white figure flashed in.

Jing Feng's heartstrings were tense at the moment, and he was always on guard against the killers sent by the Shen family, and when he saw the living people coming in, he looked up and couldn't help but be stunned.

But it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in a blue and white brocade robe, wearing a green scarf, a jade belt around his waist, and a long sword in his hand. There are still raindrops on her fair cheeks, and she looks even more handsome.

The young man closed the door of the shop, sat down on a chair beside him, took out Luo Pa from his sleeve to wipe the rain from his face, looked at the shop carefully, and finally his eyes fell on the food in front of Jing Feng and the two.

The shopkeeper was a clever man, seeing that the young man was richly dressed and carrying a sword, he should be the son of that family or a disciple of a famous family, so he naturally didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran to greet him, "What does the young man want to do?"

The young man said without thinking: "Longjing shrimp, braised chicken with spring bamboo shoots, osmanthus sea bass, Bazhen tofu, crab soup, well, that's it." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Shaoxia, I don't have so many expensive dishes in my small village shop." ”

The young man was also stunned and said, "These five dishes are the same?!"

The shopkeeper nodded.

The young man asked helplessly, "Then what do you have?"

"Stir-fried cabbage, stir-fried beans, stir-fried meat, and lo mein. ”

The young man frowned, as if he had struggled in his heart, and sighed: "Okay, pick up the good ones." ”

The shopkeeper laughed again and again, "I'll be here soon." ”

After a while, the dishes were ready, and the young man took out Luo Pa from his sleeve, wiped the chopsticks carefully, and put a vegetable leaf in his mouth to taste, and couldn't help frowning again.

The young man put down his chopsticks and frowned and called the shopkeeper. "Shopkeeper, are these the so-called 'good' dishes?!"

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands and said uneasily: "Shaoxia, the dishes in the small shop are rough and not expensive, blame me for my poor skills, but they are indeed the best." ”

The young man pointed to the stewed chicken soup on Jing Feng's table and said, "Why do they have chicken soup there?"

The shopkeeper smiled with a smile on his face, "That's the last one, and it's really no longer there at this time." ”

The young man waved his hand impatiently, knocked out the shopkeeper, got up and came to Jing Feng's table, and arched his hand and said, "Brother Tai, can you give me this chicken soup?"

Jing Feng didn't raise his head, "I can't." ”

The young man didn't expect Jing Feng to answer so decisively, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately took out a piece of silver from his arms and slapped it on the table. This silver is full of ten taels, not to mention one serving of chicken soup, even fifty servings are more than enough.

Jing Feng still ate the dishes in front of him with peace of mind, and did not react at all.