Feast of Rebirth

On the roof, Hu Yan and Yun Congfeng can clearly see everything under the house through a mirror attached to the roof tiles.

From Ji Hong laying down and falling asleep, to twitching and shouting for no reason, the lights were turned on, and servants came in and out, all in a panic.Hu Yan and Yun Congfeng watched the whole process, paying special attention to Shi Tinglan, from half asleep, half awake, to getting up to call someone, to wipe Ji Hong's body, without any mistakes or omissions.

"Ji Hong is sick." Hu Yan made such a conclusion.

Yun Congfeng is also deeply convinced of Hu Yan's opinion now: "Yes, whether Ji Hong is sick or not, I'm afraid only Master Ji will know about this matter."

In short, he doesn't want to get involved with Ji Hong's affairs now, he's too tired.

A few days after going back, Ji Hong didn't come to look for him, so he was secretly relieved, concentrated on reading his own book, and passed a few days of quiet life.

It's only a few days.

Yin Hong, who has always been addicted to playing mahjong and couldn't extricate himself from it, took the initiative to come to the door: "Brother, let me tell you something."

Yun Congfeng put down his book and said with a smile, "What do you want me to do? What kind of case did you encounter?"

"It's not a case, but I just want to ask you for help." Yin Hong said, looking around, "Where's your book boy?"

Yun Congfeng glanced up: "It's up there."

Hu Yan blows air on the roof, grinds wood with a file, and makes gadgets.He noticed Yin Hong the moment he stepped in, but he was too lazy to go down.

Yin Hong was relieved, sat down and said, "Brother, Ming people don't speak secretly. Someone asked me to help me. Originally, I should do this by myself, but I have been neglected for too long, and my body can't bear it. After thinking about it Only you can do it, so I came to you, of course I won’t let you help in vain, after the work is done, you will be indispensable for the reward.”

Yun Congfeng nodded: "Well, so what is the specific matter?"

"Please pick a kind of medicine." Yin Hong took out a roll of paper from his sleeve and spread it out. On it was painted with meticulous brushstrokes a plant of Mudlifolia, clusters of red flowers, and a bunch of pods.

Plant Mule Grass to treat depression and depression.Yun Congfeng understood what was going on, and he couldn't help asking: "Director, can I ask who the employer is?"

Yin Hong blinked: "Hey, don't worry about this matter. In terms of safety, I still want to tell you that there are very few mulberry weeds now, and those that are old enough grow in deep mountains and old forests. There are many poisonous insects and beasts in the deep mountains. When the time comes Pay more attention. The mulberry grass is not delicate and has many seeds, and more than 50 seeds are enough."

"I understand this." Yun Congfeng paused, tilted his head and smiled, "How much benefit can I get?"

"A high-level warlock magic weapon, six-volume spirit array, it's not cheap." Yin Hong sighed, "I'm sick, otherwise I wouldn't come to you for help." He took it again He took out a red paper bag, raised his eyebrows and said, "This is the owner's deposit. It's dangerous to go here, and it's almost like earning money for your life."

Yun Congfeng touched the paper through the paper, it was hard and heavy, most likely it was gold.

The temptation is too great.

He thought about it, he has a magic weapon bestowed by his master, the grade is not low, and he has used it for many years, and he has feelings.With his strength and status, Hu Yan probably doesn't need it very much.The spirit array is more practical than the magic weapon, but that's it... it's better to ask for money.He will be returning to Beijing in a year, and there will be more places to spend money in the future, so it is impossible to rely on Hu Yan to support him all the time.

"I don't need the magic weapon. I want [-] yuan." Yun Congfeng didn't know what to do, so he asked what he thought was a high price.

Yin Hong was very straightforward: "No problem, I will help you pass the message."

The two discussed for a while, Yin Hong got up and left, Yun Congfeng sat down and read the book, feeling uneasy, went outside and rushed to the room and shouted: "Hu Yan?"

"What?" Hu Yan lowered his head, concentrating on carving his gadgets, felt a slight shake from the roof tiles, and immediately put the things away: "Well... I'm asking you something."

"Ok?"

"A high-level magic weapon, can you buy it for [-] yuan?"

Hu Yan smiled: "You can still buy inferior goods."

Hearing that Yun Congfeng felt relieved—it wasn't too bad yet.

But...he turned his gaze to Hu Yan, a pile of wood shavings: "What are you carving?"

"Nothing, little thing."

He sat down against him: "I'm leaving."

"Ok, I know."

Yun Congfeng felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and then continued: "It may take several days for me to go, so you don't need to stay in Quhui. You can go to the capital for fun, but Quhui is too small. Not lively."

"Ah."

Yun Congfeng thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand what was wrong, so he got up, patted his butt, and went to the house.

He entered the room and began to pack his things. He put the books he had read back on the bookshelf one by one, took out his clothes and wrapped them up, dragged out the suitcases from under the bed, and put things in them.

The sun was about to set, and Hu Yan supported his chin, watching the scorching sun sinking inch by inch, squinting his eyes, the pain made him want to cry for a moment.

Cloud wrapped up on the back of the wind and went out.

He didn't intend to let Hu Yan come over from the beginning, the journey was very dangerous, and he didn't want to bother him too much, he always felt like he was being dragged down.

I rented a fast horse, fed it with food and grass, and traveled thousands of miles a day. After several days of driving, I finally arrived at Lunan Mountain, the last place where weed grass was produced.Lunan Mountain used to be a well-known herbal medicine producing area, but now with the exhaustion of the spiritual veins, the production of herbal medicine has decreased, and it has dropped significantly. .

He didn't even see a few streams, Yun Congfeng walked hundreds of miles, his mouth was burning with thirst, finally found a source of water, and immediately squatted down to drink a few big mouthfuls.

Looking up, the forest on the mountain is vast, and the Lunan Mountain is vast. I don't know where to find it.

Take your time, Yun Congfeng rested for a while, got up and went up the mountain.

He first paid a visit to the nearby land. Due to the exhaustion of the spiritual veins in the mountainous area, the land's own mana was also very weak. After eating incense, he couldn't give much instructions. He only helped to draw a large circle.

This circle includes more than a dozen hills, which are the former spiritual vein nodes in Lunan Mountains. Although the spiritual veins have dried up, the emaciated camels are bigger than horses. This area is the only remaining normal production area in Lunan.

Yun Congfeng thanked the land, and followed the instructions of the land to search for it mountain by mountain. There are so many wise monsters watching in the forest. Yun Congfeng can feel the pressure.

Taking other people's money to do things for others, Yun Congfeng gritted his teeth and did it.Climbing up and down every day, looking for it carefully, I was ashamed, but there was still no result.

After the house was broken and it rained overnight, and his last intact clothes were torn into a rag, it rained heavily in the Lunan Mountains, torrentially.

The heavy rain came fiercely, and it didn't stop for a day and a night.Yun Congfeng hid in the cave, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, watching the land outside the cave being washed down fiercely by the rain, and worried that the weed weeds, who didn't know where, would be wiped out by the heavy rain.

so cold.He sneezed, rubbed his arms vigorously, looked at the heavy rain anxiously, and wondered if he should figure out when the rain would stop. He didn't want to see an umbrella from the other side of the mountain forest. It was a big red umbrella. A stalk of black plum was sprinkled on the face, and it seemed to emit a gleam in the hazy heavy rain, slowly coming.

It's Hu Yan.

Yun Congfeng suddenly felt very familiar with this scene, as if he had seen it before.

But he was sure not, it was his first time here.

strangeness.

Hu Yan brought new clothes, food, fire, stove and iron pot.

He plucked and washed a pheasant in the heavy rain outside, took half a root of fresh Codonopsis pilosula and Polygonum multiflorum, and stewed the soup in a pot.

Yun Congfeng folded his arms and looked at the fire in a daze: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Just ask the demons around here."

Yun Congfeng didn't speak again.

The pheasant has been stewed for a long time, the medium heat is turned to low heat, and the work is done slowly.When the chicken was stewed until soft, Hu Yan lifted the lid and spooned a bowl of soup, a piece of chicken breast, and three mushrooms: "It's hot, slow down."

Holding the bowl, Yun Congfeng slowly blew the hot air from the noodle soup: "Hu Yan...I want to tell you something."

"Ok?"

"I always feel...you know me, and you have something to hide from me."

Hu Yan showed no expression: "The fox family has always been friends with Baopu, and they often visit each other. Maybe we met when we were very young, but we don't remember."

"That's impossible. You are much older than me, and I went up the mountain very late."

"I do not know."

Yun Congfeng lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, still thinking about the possibility of "a long time ago".

Hu Yan kept looking at him.

He thought, if he had told the whole story just now, how would he react?

No, if you really say it, it's too absurd and too complicated.He might not believe it if he said it, just the husband and wife in the previous life... he can't accept it now, can he?

So it's better not to say.He thought, a little thankfully, and spooned himself a bowl of soup.

"Is it because we met in the previous life?" Yun Congfeng's sudden words almost scalded Hu Yan's throat, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "You...what did you say?"

"Past life." Yun Congfeng felt a little funny at his big reaction, and felt that he might be right.

Hu Yan blurted out: "Past life husband and wife?"

This time it was Yun Congfeng's turn to be astonished, his open mouth did not close for a long time.

Hu Yan simply went all out: "If we were husband and wife in the previous life, what are you going to do in this life?"

in case.

Yun Congfeng held the bowl and did not move for a long time.

"Is there such a... possibility?" He choked out a sentence.

"How is it impossible?" Hu Yan suddenly looked forward to what answer he would give.

"If it's true..." He stammered, rolling his eyes back and forth, trying to think: "Then who is the woman..." His face suddenly became very red and familiar.

"Don't think about it, just do what you want to do." Hu Yan pressed on every step of the way, and his heart rose to his throat again. He was afraid that Yun Congfeng would say something that would make him feel cold, but what was the word that made him feel cold? He himself is not sure.

"If, yes, if." Yun Congfeng settled down, "The fate of the husband and wife in the previous life is over, and they are both male and female in this life, then... of course they are brothers! Brothers who are bound by blood!"

Hu Yan's expressionless face was a little distorted.

...fuck you bro.