Yan Yun felt that he had been dreaming for a long time.
As if falling into a bottomless pond, the whole body was surrounded by endless darkness, covering the mouth and nose, blocking breathing, and even the heartbeat was suppressed by this darkness.
Sinking all the way, there is no end, only sinking.
There was a faint laughter in his ears, as if it came from the depths of his memory, when he was only five years old.
That winter, white snow was flying, and the plum blossoms in the corner bloomed in the cold winter.
After the eldest brother Yanlong went to war with his father, the squadron returned to the royal city.
Yanlong, dressed in military uniform, held him in his arms and asked him if he had studied and started practicing martial arts. The most important thing was that he brought back a whole cart full of things and gave them to his youngest brother.
The carriage actually pulled a load of things and parked in the backyard of General Wuwei's Mansion. The carriage was full of dazzling things, including wood-carved archery targets, straw-made dummies...the most abundant was meat, a whole basket full of it, dried and then dried.
Roasted mutton, beef, horse meat, etc., especially beef, are rare. In Dayu, killing cattle for no reason is punishable by the Yamen. This was the first time he ate beef when he was five years old.
This winter, Yan Yun used the gifts from his eldest brother Yan Long to get to know many children, making everyone envious of him.
Childish and joyful laughter floated like plum blossoms among the red brick walls of the royal city.
The laughter gradually faded away, and darkness returned. It was not until a long time later that he discovered that the world surrounding him gradually took on color. It was dark blue, so blue that it turned black, with ripples rippling in circles.
After a long time, he found that there was still a void-like blue under his feet, and he continued to fall.
"Are you going to drown?" This thought suddenly flashed through Yan Yun's mind.
Out of instinct, he kicked off his legs and struggled with his arms.
At this moment, he saw a ray of light in the endless depths. Although it was very weak, it was brilliant.
There was water in his mouth and nose, which was slightly salty, making him particularly uncomfortable and he coughed involuntarily.
Then, his consciousness returned to his body. He only felt pain all over his body, and he seemed to be in a warm bathtub.
"Where is this?"
Yan Yun was confused and opened her eyes a little.
In the haze, he saw the figures of two women, and his heartstrings tightened - the demon and the bear girl!
He subconsciously struggled hard, pulling the wound, and fell asleep again in the severe pain.
"Hey, wake up, wake up!" Qing Chan clapped her hands and cheered.
Ji Zhao stood on the edge of the pot, looked at the monkey's head, opened Yan Yun's eyelids, looked at it, and jumped in without saying a word.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Yuantai asked in confusion.
"See for yourself!" Ji Zhao said in a bad tone.
Therefore, Yuantai stretched his huge head in front of Yan Yun, and looked at it carefully, just like a beast admiring its prey and wondering where to eat it.
Then, just like Ji Ou, Yuantai glared at Qingchan and sat back down. Probably because he was too tired from using the fireball technique in the past three days, he fell straight to the ground.
"I'm obviously awake," Qing Chan was so angry that the two senior brothers jumped on her feet, "Senior sister, you saw it too."
"I... didn't pay attention." Li Zhen said truthfully.
Qingchan was so angry that she was speechless.
At this time, there was the sound of robes coming from outside the temple, and a Taoist with an immortal spirit, about forty years old, a negative sword Taoist, appeared on the ground like a giant. In his hand, he was holding a plant with thick leaves and green as gems.
Lingzhi.
"Master..." All the disciples bowed and saluted.
"Hmm." The Taoist asked with a smile, "What are you arguing about?"
"Qingchan said that the general had woken up, but when we looked, there was no movement at all." Yuantai responded.
"It doesn't matter whether you wake up or not, with this resurrection grass..." The Taoist said here, suddenly took a step, and in the blink of an eye, he walked a few feet and arrived in front of Yan Yun. He twirled his beard with three fingers of his right hand, and a smile spread across his face.
"Haha, it seems that the resurrecting grass can be saved."
"Let me just say he's awake!" Qingchan looked proudly at her three classmates.
"Well, take the person out of the pot, take a blood-producing pill, and then send him to Pindao Villa." After the Taoist ordered, he turned into a string of blurry shadows and disappeared into the third courtyard.
However, Li Zhen and other disciples did not immediately follow the instructions, but looked at each other for a few times, looking puzzled.
The Resurrection Grass is an extremely expensive spiritual herb and elixir. It is extinct in the wild and only exists in the secret realms of certain immortal families or the private gardens of powerful people. If you want to obtain it, you must either have enough face or have enough capital to replace it.
But no matter which one it is, it is a great thing for immortal cultivators.
It is unprecedented for a Taoist to intervene personally to treat Yan Yun's injuries. He also personally finds medicinal materials and even uses resources for him. This is really unreasonable. After all, Yan Yun is just a mortal.
"Master, don't you want to be an official in the imperial court?" Qingchan carefully expressed her thoughts.
Ji Zhao rolled his eyes at Qingchan and sneered: "If Master wants to be an official, just go to the royal city directly. Do you need to go to such trouble?"
Qingchan muttered: "That's true..."
Although it is said to be a separate courtyard, it is really a very simple courtyard.
The walls of the house are made of stones, and the roof is covered with bark and covered with grass and mushrooms.
There are only two evergreen trees planted in the yard, and there are a few stone benches under the trees.
When Yan Yun opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting on a chair with a thin quilt covering his chest. His hands were resting on the chair handles, with several bright silver needles stuck on the back of his hands.
The person who performed the acupuncture was a strange gray-robed Taoist, but for some reason, when Yan Yun saw him, he felt familiar, as if he had seen him before, but in fact, such a person had never existed in his memory.
"General Yan, if you survive the catastrophe, you will be blessed later, congratulations..." Seeing Yan Yun wake up with a puzzled look on his face, the Taoist smiled and said, "Mercy, my poor Taoist name is Yu Zhenzi."
"It's the Taoist priest... who saved me?" Yan Yun spoke slowly and slowly.
"The rescue of the general was not the result of Pindao alone. Not to mention the subordinates who sent you here and the woodcutter who led the way, and even Pindao's four apprentices, all contributed."
"Thank you..."
"If you want to say thank you, I still have to say thank you to the general. If it weren't for your father, brother, and other generals guarding the border all these years, the country of Yu would have been in ruins. The general has made great contributions to the people..."
"The Taoist priest praised me highly, but I am ashamed."
"The general is so humble, haha."
"I wonder where my men are now?"
"Has returned, whereabouts unknown."
Yan Yun originally wanted to ask something else, but after all, he was not familiar with the Taoist, and the military situation was not known to the people in the mountains. He changed the topic and asked: "I dare to ask, sir, where is this place?"
"I call this mountain Xiaozhongnan. It is between Huangshui Pass and Hukou Pass, not far from Fenglindu." Yu Zhenzi said as he pulled out the silver needle from Yan Yun's hand and placed it on the white cloth.
Wipe it clean and put it in a jade box.
Yan Yun was surprised and said: "The Taoist priest is so familiar with the geography of the pass, does he also care about the secular world?"
"Haha, practice doesn't matter where you are, and it doesn't matter whether you are a monk or a layman. Everyone has his own way to practice, and the same goal is the same. Although the poor Taoist is a monk, there is no essential difference from the layman." Yu Zhenzi smiled slightly, "What do you want to ask the donor?
, feel free to speak out.”
Yan Yun's true thoughts were revealed by Yu Zhenzi, and he couldn't help but look ashamed and said: "The Taoist priest has profound virtues and is extraordinary..."
Yu Zhenzi waved his hand and said: "It's too much praise. It has nothing to do with morality. It's just a matter of fact."
After all, Yu Zhenzi is a cultivator and has a natural rejection of red tape. In two consecutive sentences, he revealed Yan Yun's thoughts without mercy.
At this point, Yan Yun dared not worry any more and asked bluntly: "I dare to ask, sir, what's going on at Longtou Pass now?"
