sun and moon return

The cause and effect of the incident became clear, Feidao withdrew the barrier, but Wan Xiang didn't stop, she was in a bad mood and just wanted to beat Feidao severely.

Feidao blocked Wan Xiang's attack, took the stone from Zhe Li's hand, and looked at Wan Xiang.

Wan Xiang suppressed her anger, and withdrew her hands tactfully, still showing a genuine smile: "My good brother, just give it to me. I promised to take it back." She muttered coquettishly .

Feidao raised his hand, covered with ice and snow, and lightly extinguished the fires around him.

Wan Xiang's expression changed slightly again, probably she didn't expect the other party to be so strong, and things became more difficult.

"Who hired you?" Feidao asked coldly.

Wan Xiang pouted in Qian Er's direction: "Here, Mr. Qian."

She kept her eyes on the Wusheng stone, and it was first-class to pretend to be stupid.

"Who do you want to give the Wusheng Stone to?" Feidao remained unmoved.

Wan Xiang blinked innocently, and gave him a bad look: "This family can't tell you, it's all about returning it to the original owner."

"Original owner..." Feidao chewed on these two words, thinking of something.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Wan Xiang stretched out her hand to grab it, Fei Dao took it away, and said without changing expression: "You killed the man, buried it, and I will give you the thing."

No matter what he said, he went out of the courtyard without looking back.

"Hello!" Wan Xiangfeng's eyes widened, as if she couldn't understand this heinous request, "I'm a delicate girl, you!"

Zhe Li pinched the miscellaneous notes, looked at Zhou Yuning who was hugging the corpse, and felt infinite sadness suddenly in his heart...

Zhe Li sighed, got up full of thoughts, and went out too, he was going to see how Qian Er and the others were doing.

The open space just now is quiet now, and it has returned to its original appearance.

The three of them and Master Qian all lay down on the ground in a mess.

Zheli woke up the three of them, and roughly explained what happened. Mr. Qian's condition was extremely bad, and he told the events of the year one by one while dying in Qian Er's arms.

Things are indeed as Zhou Yuning said, the Qian family was prosperous back then, and the relationship with the villagers was also very good, but after Shi Dongjun moved into the Qian family, things changed.

He persuaded the Shi family to snatch the strange fairy grass from the Zhou family, and then Shi Dongjun used it to make medicine and tricked the Qian family to take it by "prolonging life". The medicine did have some effects, but after taking it for a long time, the body would produce strange scales.

But when they reacted, it was too late.

This drug is addictive, and there is no way to get rid of it.

The Qian family, who had been taking medicine for a long time, also became violent, so they did those outrageous things.

Qian Man felt ashamed in his heart, when he ran away from Qitan Village to live, he thought he could escape, but his health deteriorated day by day, and he was only [-] years old, already like an old man.

He thought about it day and night, and actually knew the taste of the herb, and thought about it day and night, but he couldn't find it, so he came up with this bad plan, and wanted to use the hands of capable people and strangers to come back and look for it again.

That's the end of the matter.

The dawn light illuminated the top of the mountain, and everyone stood in front of the tomb, feeling as if they were in a dream last night.

Wan Xiang took the Wusheng Stone, sulked and left alone. When the group of six went down the mountain again, the original Xanadu had already changed its appearance.

There was no change in the Zhou family's house. Everyone was silent for a moment in front of the door, and then followed the road outside the village.

Both sides of the road are covered with tattered white lanterns, floating in the cold wind, you can see them everywhere.There are broken walls and ruins everywhere, and the abandoned fields are full of messy weeds. How can there be any fresh green?

The bones of the old woman who once showed them the way were scattered among the weeds by the yard, and in the corner were the bones of the three children, rotten with the rotten wooden bench.

Everything is just a dream that Zhou Yuning wove for herself. In the dream, there is a family, a lover, a harmonious neighbor, and a carefree life.

Perhaps because he knew the result, or perhaps he had experienced the turmoil last night, Master Qian lay on top of the guards, without any energy.

Doctor Hong held the medicinal herb that Zhou Yuning had given him in his arms, and hurriedly walked ahead, fearing that he would stay in this ghost place any longer.

Everyone came outside the village, got into the carriage in a hurry, and galloped all the way in the direction of Xiaojiawan.

On the way back, Zheli heard that the reason why they entered Zhou Yuning's hallucination was because they ate the food made by Lan Shushu.

The more you eat, the easier it is to control.

On the carriage, Zheli opened Zhou Yuning's notes. In the notes, the handwriting was elegant and strong, and it was filled with various medicinal properties of herbs he had researched.

If it weren't for the Qian family's greed, he would definitely inherit his father's behest and become a very good doctor. Together with his loved ones, he will study herbal medicine and write this book on the nature of herbal medicine.

Zheli sighed, while flipping through the notes, at the end of the page, Zheli saw Xiaolan.

On that page, there was a beautiful orchid grass painted on it.

"Xiaolan (its name comes from Shi Dongjun), cold in nature, loves shade, born in a cold and humid valley, the flowers can be used as medicine, taste astringent at first taste, then taste sweet, addictive, a small amount can make people quiet, moderate amount can cause pain Illusion, long-term consumption is poisonous, there is no solution, scales grow on the arms, make people irritable, easy to attack people... cultivated in cold and humid valleys, if living people or corpses are used as soil, it is not suitable for withering..."

Zheli looked at it with a chill: "This Xiaolan is really not a good thing." He handed the note to Feidao, and suddenly had an idea, "Master, could it be related to this Xiaolan that Luo Zhi transported the corpse out earlier? "

Feidao hurriedly scanned the page: "Maybe."

"Then who is it that wants Zhou Yuning to cultivate Xiaolan?" Zheli pondered, "With a high cultivation base, he must also have a certain amount of power... Must be more than a personal transmission?"

Feidao's expression was complicated: "Don't tell this matter."

Zheli obediently agreed, and asked again: "Master, what is Wusheng Stone?"

"It is said that it is a spirit stone with the flesh and bones of the living dead. It can indeed revive the dead with flesh and bones, but if the soul is gone, even if the body is normal, it is just a puppet." Fei Dao replied.

"Then Wan Xiang said that the property should be returned to its original owner, but who was he talking about?" Zhe Li was full of doubts.

Feidao shook his head: "I don't know."

He had vaguely heard about the origin of Wusheng Stone, but he didn't have a final conclusion.

Maybe you can ask Xinglan.

As for Xiao Lan and Luo Zan... the wind and rain are violent, but the signs are clear.There are also traces of the beginning of the disaster.

Feidao had a serious expression on his face, it seemed that he was about to go back.

This trip, only a few days back and forth, sent Master Qian back home, Zhe Li talked to Qian Er about the record about Xiao Lan in the diary.There is no solution to this poison for the time being, and the further it goes, the more Mr. Qian's situation will get out of control.

In fact, Qian Er already understood more or less after this trip.

The tragedy in Qitan Village was caused by the Qian family. Although it's not good to say that, it was indeed self-inflicted, and there was nothing he could do about it until now.

Not long after returning to Xiaojiawan, Feidao left in a hurry after he ordered Zheli to practice not to be abandoned.

About two days after he left, Zheli received a letter from Wangjiang.

In order to deceive people's eyes and ears, the letters blessed by spiritual power are often turned into birds, butterflies, insects, etc., and sent to the exact place to avoid misdelivery.

Zheli happily opened Wangjiang's letter, and the wild and unruly font came into view.

He seemed to be able to see Wang Jiang flicking his brush excitedly, writing the letter very quickly and sending it off in a hurry.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, so I miss you. I have found out my whereabouts from Baishan, so I will accompany you with letters, and I will describe my affection with each other. In a different place, everything is cherished.

There is another good news, I hope my brother will know.Recently, Jinhe is more than walking among sects, or a happy event is approaching, and the crowd is turbulent, so everyone wishes for a long time.If the old master Ruoquan knows something, he should comfort him with his fists.

If you don't have anything old, you should cherish it by all means. "

The initial joy sank to the bottom of the water, and the letter paper fell from Zheli's hand lightly, feeling empty in his heart, as if he had been stabbed...

Leaning against the cold wall, raising his head and sighing, Zheli asked himself what he was expecting.

When he came back to his senses, the tears on his cheeks were already dry. He wiped his face, rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help laughing at himself. After all, he was thinking about it.

A lot of mediocrity...

"A Li," he heard Xi'er calling from the stairs, "Young Master Qian sent someone to look for you."

After tidying up for a while, Zheli went downstairs. The housekeeper of Qian Er's residence was standing downstairs, bowing to him: "Master Su, my son invites you and Mr. Xiao to Guanxiang Restaurant for a banquet at Xu o'clock tonight."

Behind him were two servants, carrying a bunch of unknown things.

"Besides, this is a gift from me to you and Mr. Xiao."

Zheli didn't want to accept it at first, but the housekeeper came prepared, left his things behind, told Zheli to go to the banquet, and quickly ran away.

Leaving Zheli staring blankly at the presents on the table, he had no choice but to call Xi'er over to help unwrap them, to see if there was anything they could use.

In addition to the remuneration set at the beginning, there are also some precious medicinal ingredients and some fabrics.

In the evening, Zheli came to the restaurant where Qian Er hosted the banquet. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the housekeeper of Qian's mansion was already waiting for him downstairs.

Following the butler into the private room on the second floor, Qian Er was listening to the music, so he hurriedly got up to greet him: "Brother Su, why didn't Mr. Xiao come?"

"Mr. is out on errands." Zheli returned to him, "Actually, I didn't help much, so you don't have to be so polite."

Qian Er patted him on the shoulder: "Birth is divided. I don't think you are very old. Why don't you call me Brother Qian and I will call you Brother Su, okay?"

This is also reasonable, Qian Er is a generous person, he doesn't care about trivial matters, he is not surprised when things happen, and he can be regarded as a friend who can make friends.

The two sat down, and Qian Er poured wine for him: "I have wanted to invite you for a long time, Brother Su, I knew from the first time I saw you that you are upright, kind, and loyal."

He took the wine glass: "Brother, let me have a toast first, and I respect you."

Zheli also took the wine glass and let him drink it, coughing until he choked.

Qian Er burst out laughing, stretched out his hand to pat him on the back: "It seems that you are not a drinker, drink slowly and drink less."

When the food and drink were served, Qian Er took some food for him: "Let's order first."

After drinking two more cups, Qian Er hummed the little tune and sighed inexplicably: "The old man told me when he came home the day before yesterday that his last wish has been fulfilled, and his illness and pain are all retributions. He has already taken care of life and death." Qian Er said, drinking another cup to relieve the pain in his heart.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Xiao, Miss Wanxiang." He poured another cup and touched it on the rim of Zheli's cup. "Before the old man passed away, he settled his concerns."

Qian Er took one cup after another: "He has worked hard all his life, and when it's time to enjoy the blessings, he is lingering on the sick bed every day, suffering unspeakably."

Feeling dizzy from the wine, Zheli looked at Qian Er, feeling inexplicably sad, he only really saw Master Qian's appearance clearly when he came back.

A man in his forties, skinny and gray-haired, already looked terminally ill.Presumably he knew that there was no cure for Xiaolan's poison this time, so he had no hope of living.