The world is actually very big.

From the Youyun in the north to the Dragon Deep Sea in the south.

From the Liao grassland and the sinister mountains in the west to the Donghua Fairy Mountain in the east, there are scenery everywhere, and there are extremely beautiful people and things.

The book says, travel thousands of miles and read thousands of books.

I have been there, seen it and experienced it. For a human being, a good life is a good life, and it was a waste of time to give birth to me and my parents to raise me.

He Feibai actually understood these principles.

He remembers it clearly.

He was four years old that year, and Yang Tong was already thirty-seven. Yang Tong's senior brother, Yang Guan, who was also the uncle He Feibai had never met, finally passed away due to the serious illness caused by the battle with Youyun.

It was the sixth year that Yang Tong took over Chunliu Yuan. The man, who was less than forty years old, worked hard and had long hair on his temples. He looked much older than his actual age.

Four-year-old He Feibai is ignorant and frail, so he is not popular with other children of his age in the academy. He likes to be alone in a daze, or tinker with things that children of this age like to play, such as clay figurines and picture books.

But Yang Tong was extremely strict. He always kept a straight face and wouldn't allow He Feibai to tinker with those strange things, saying that they were just toys to lose one's ambition. Even a four-year-old child would have a hard time understanding his strictness, let alone why he wanted to do it.

Every day I take baths with pungent-smelling water and some medicine that is so bitter that I feel dizzy, and I have to run around the huge Chunliuyuan every day.

For things that are incomprehensible and intolerable, children generally have only two choices.

The first is to cry, but unfortunately this is a dead end for Yang Tong. Yang Tong will use an extremely harsh tone to stop his crying, and then tell him a lot of truth that he understands very well.

Crying can't solve the problem, so Hu He Feibai can only avoid him, but no matter where he hides, Yang Tong can always catch him out like a magic weapon descending from the sky, and then punish him with double training.

Such days made the young He Fei live in vain, until he contracted a serious illness when he was seven years old.

He was terribly cold all over. Even though it was still summer, with the sun shining brightly and the heat overwhelming, he was still cold, from top to bottom, from the inside out.

It was too cold to eat or sleep.

Only then did he know that he had hidden illnesses since the day he was picked up, so Yang Tong made such strict demands on him, allowing him, who was already weak, to complete many practices that were beyond his age.

, and whether it is the pungent smell of bath water or the terrible taste of medicine, they are all prescriptions that Yang Tong has worked hard to find from everywhere.

These things are no easy task.

Firstly, we need to cut back on food and clothing, and secondly, we need to suppress the opposition voices from all sides in the chamber.

When seven-year-old He Feibai's condition worsened, the dissatisfaction accumulated by all parties in the college finally erupted.

He Feibai clearly remembered that day when he was lying in bed, his lips were white, and he was wrapped in three or four layers of quilts, but he was still shivering from the cold. Yang Tong beside him was holding a bowl of soup and carefully feeding it to He Feibai.

At this time, a group of people broke into the door, shouting and yelling.

This child is a disaster, and even though Chunliuyuan has wasted so much money, it cannot be saved.

Now that he was terminally ill, they asked Yang Tong to stop wasting his energy and money on a sick man.

They spoke righteously and were very angry. They complained that Yang Tong had spent all his money and material resources on He Feibai over the years, accusing him of being the head of a hospital and neglecting public affairs for personal reasons.

The young He Feibai was lying on the hospital bed, and the chill rising in his heart was several times stronger than the chill coming from his body.

He seemed to be able to foresee his own fate from everyone's conversations, and he was extremely scared. He didn't know what his future would be like, whether he would be thrown out of Chunliuyuan, or die on a bed of ice.

He couldn't bear it, but there was nothing he could do.

The quarrel in the door became louder and louder, and suddenly Yang Tong's voice rang out.

"This kid is my disciple."

"I want to save him."

"If you want to drive him out, you must first abolish me as the dean!"

Yang Tong's words were so loud that everyone present was stunned, and the farce ended hastily.

Then Yang Tong came to his side, reached out and gently stroked his head, and said softly: "Little guy, don't worry, the master is here."

His few simple words made He Feibai extremely relieved at that time, as if the chill all over his body was no longer so biting. He slept so peacefully for the first time since the onset of the disease.

In the days that followed, Yang Tong took him to search for famous doctors in Yingshui County, but without exception, everyone was helpless about Yang Tong's serious illness. In the blink of an eye, it was already the second year, and He Feibai's body was getting weaker and weaker, but...

Even so, Yang Tong never gave up on He Feibai.

He used various methods to find medicinal baths, elixirs and even cultivation methods. As long as there was some possibility, he was unwilling to give up and wanted to try it on He Feibai.

He Feibai also asked him why he was so nice to him?

Yang Tong just smiled and said: "When I picked you up, you were not much bigger than my palm. You were lying on the snow alone. In such a cold day, your body was frozen and stiff. You can see that I am still alone.

Smiling hard at me."

"At that time, I was thinking, such a cute child must survive."

"So, I won't give up, and you can't give up either. Master will turn Wu Yang world upside down for you, but he still has to find a way to cure your disease!"

Yang Tong said these words that day with a faint smile on his face. Yang Tong, who used to be extremely stern in He Feibai's eyes, looked so kind at that moment, just like the father he imagined...

From that day on, He Feibai made up his mind that he would be worthy of Yang Tong's efforts. He forced himself to stand up from the hospital bed, insisted on practicing every day, took medicinal baths seriously every day, and worked hard to swallow

Swallow those nasty drugs.

In fact, he could feel that these things were of little help to him. His body was still getting worse day by day, but he still tried hard to do this, just to let Yang Tong see it and make him feel better.

His health got worse and worse, and eventually, he had to lie in bed for eight or nine of the twelve hours a day.

Until that day.

An old man came to Yangshan.

At that time, He Feibai didn't know who the other party was. He only knew that the other party seemed to have a great background. In order to welcome him, the entire Yangshan Mountain had been preparing for several days. Yang Tong was also very excited and sent people to prepare many gifts. He said that if he could

Invite the old man to see a doctor for He Feibai, and He Feibai will be saved!

He Feibai was a little confused, and he was curious in his heart who the old man was and why he had such great abilities.

On that day, he went with Yang Tong to Dafeng Courtyard to greet the distinguished guest, who was an ordinary-looking old man.

Wearing a black robe and having gray hair, he doesn't look much different from an ordinary old man. If you insist on finding any difference, it might be that he looks older.

But he had just walked into the courtyard, and before the mountain owner could step forward to say anything, the old man laid his eyes on him.

He walked up to He Feibai with a smile, knelt down and asked him: "Little guy, are you interested in being my disciple?"

That was a very abrupt sentence, but as soon as the words came out, everyone present looked horrified. The crowd cast envious glances at He Feibai at that time. It seemed that everyone present could get such an opportunity.

It was just a dream, even if they were already disciples of the Holy Mountain, but compared to what the old man said, such status was not worth mentioning.

It's a pity that the young He Feibai couldn't understand this at all. He just felt a little uncomfortable and a little scared, so he hid behind Yang Tong, reached out and hugged Yang Tong's thigh, and stared at the old man fearfully.

When Yang Tong saw this, he quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Wei, what do you mean?"

He asked this, but his face was full of panic.

The old man blinked and said: "Didn't I make it clear enough? I want to accept this child as my disciple? Dean Yang, this child is your disciple? Can I give up my love?"

Yang Tong showed a wry smile: "It's true that this child is my disciple, but this child has been weak since he was a child, and he has been suffering from serious illnesses recently. Yang Tong has searched all the famous doctors in Yingshui County, but he has not been able to find a cure.

This time I brought him here with a merciless request. I want sir to help me see if there is any possibility of healing by holding my disciple."

Yang Tong spoke carefully, carefully considering every word in his heart, as if he was afraid that the words he said were inappropriate would offend the old man in front of him.

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly laughed.

"Fortunately, I remembered that I was invited by the former mountain master many years ago to come here. Otherwise, this fine jade would really have been dusted by you." The old man said, and then pointed at the young man.

He Feibai said.

"This child doesn't have any serious diseases. He was just born with an open vein. In addition, his blood was born with the power of ice, so he was cold. Even if this is not a disease, it is natural.

There is no need to talk about how to cure it. As long as you use the appropriate method to activate the power in your body, these so-called troubles will be solved."

"In other words, he is not a miserable person who was born with a serious disease, but a genius monster with ancient blood."

…

Later, He Feibai found out that the old man was called Wei Yangguan, the owner of Bailong Mountain, and an old immortal who lived for 180 years among the people of Wuyang.

He gave He Feibai a magic method and told him that by following the method, he could cure the so-called serious disease by circulating the coldness in his body.

And this is indeed the case.

After returning home, He Feibai just followed the method for a week, and he could already feel that the condition in his body had improved tremendously.

For a child who is only seven or eight years old, such a change is very exciting.

When he wanted to tell Yang Tong the news, Yang Tong brought him to Wei Yangguan with a stern expression.

The young He Feibai didn't know what happened, but he only heard Yang Tong's stern voice.

"Kneel down!"

He Feibai was a little afraid, but he still followed the instructions and knelt in front of Wei Yangguan.

"Call Master." Yang Tong's voice came again.

But this time, the usually well-behaved He Feibai was stubborn and refused to speak.

Yang Tong was a little angry. He took out the cane and was about to take action. He stopped Yang Tong at Weiyang Pass.
To be continued...