Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

In the foggy house, at Maoshi, the morning light is slightly dew.

"Ah! Feng... Yifeng! Yifeng, what's wrong with you? Don't die...don't die! Chongchong! Chongchong..." Simeng woke up from the nightmare, staring at the door in a daze, and then returned to scan Walking around the house, Mu Zili, Luo Cheng and several villagers were all woken up by her cries, except for that blue figure, who hadn't come back yet.

For some reason, she knew it was a dream, but she still had lingering fears and her face turned pale.Maybe it was his bloodstained body in the dream that frightened her, I just hope everything is just a dream, Chongchong, you must be fine!

"Don't be afraid! He'll be fine!" Mu Zili sat down next to her, stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair on her forehead, and lowered his voice to comfort her.

Her eyes were a little red and swollen, and when she raised her eyes to look at the wood spirit, she looked at a loss.He'd be fine, and she hoped so.But the scene in the dream was so bloody and real that she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Forget about this chilling dream for now, as the hour is approaching, I just hope that Yifeng can return safely.

Not far away, Luocheng was still covering his face with disheveled hair, frowning and looking around at the sick villagers around him. When he turned to Dreamlike, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he had predicted the end of the matter, but unfortunately they didn't Willing to listen to his dissuasion, insist on this.

At the corner outside the house, there is a large iron pot, which is slowly steaming at this time, and bursts of fragrance overflow from the pot.

The emaciated villagers lined up neatly, waiting for Mu Zili and Si Meng to distribute porridge to them.

Luo Cheng was on the sidelines distributing soup and medicine to them. Since Li Meng learned that he was proficient in medical science, he bought back all the medicines that could be bought in the pharmacy in the nearby city according to the prescription he prescribed, hoping to relieve everyone's illness. ease.

But the plague was so fierce that a dozen or so of the seriously ill villagers in the outer courtyard could not make it through today, and died last night.

The most important blindness was missing from the prescription he prescribed, so naturally the effect was minimal.But as the sun rose high and the time passed early, Yifeng, who went to Yushan to find medicine, still hadn't returned.

Mu Zili scooped the last bowl of porridge in the pot to Simeng, but she didn't reach out to pick it up, she just stared blankly at the end of the bluestone road, hoping that the blue shadow would appear soon.

"Meng'er, let's eat something first! According to what Luocheng said yesterday, the road to Yushan is particularly steep. He probably got delayed on the way, so wait a little longer!"

Ever since Mu Zili got acquainted with her, she was full of chatter and laughter, with an extremely chic demeanor, and her witty and weird words revealed an infinite yearning for this world.Except for the occasional bickering with him and Yifeng over eating, she has never seen her expressing such deep worry.Even when they were imprisoned in Yunshui Palace that day, she didn't show a trace of fear, but she lost control of her emotions when she learned that Yifeng was tortured and interrogated for Cangxuan.

But since she woke up from the nightmare this morning, she has been in this dazed appearance, with a pair of purple eyes fixed on the courtyard door, never leaving for a moment.

"Senior Brother Mu, do you think Yifeng will get lost?" He was about to take the bowl in Mu Zili's hand blankly, but suddenly remembered something, his eyes turned to Luocheng, "Luocheng, you said that Yushan is far away from you?" It's more than three hundred miles away? Have you ever been there? Otherwise, you and I, Senior Brother Mu, should go look for him! He's in a daze, and I'm afraid he's lost his way and can't find his way home.”

"This... Yushan is the sacred mountain of Kyushu. I have only seen the description of this mountain in ancient books, and I have never had the chance to get the real appearance of Yushan." Luocheng bowed slightly, cupped his hands and told the truth. Seeing his lavender eyes suddenly turn cold, he suddenly shuddered, his neck shrank, and his body also took a step back.

Sure enough, the next moment, Simeng had a ferocious face. Regardless of Mu Zili's obstruction, he rushed to Mu Zili, stood on tiptoe and grabbed his skirt tightly, angrily said: "What do you mean by what you said just now? What do you mean by only in ancient books?" Have you ever seen it in the Internet? You have only seen Xue Po grass in the Pharmacopoeia, and now you have only seen Yushan in books? Or are you talking nonsense? Human life is at stake, do you understand? So many people are waiting for Xue Po grass to save their lives, but you tell me that you have never seen the real face of Yushan? Are you a three-year-old child? Let me tell you, you better pray to God to bless Yifeng and he is safe, otherwise... ..." She was emotional, and every sentence in her words was full of cruelty, if an old and hoarse voice hadn't sounded in time, she still didn't know what to say to intimidate Luocheng.

"Don't be upset, Shangxian! This young master is not talking nonsense, but there is a towering and steep mountain called Yushan three hundred miles away from here." She heard the sound, let go of her hand, turned and looked at the side holding The old man with the bamboo stick is Xu Xingbang.

All the people in the garden were looking at this "Shangxian" who suddenly lost control in amazement. After knowing what happened, they all knelt down to the heavens and prayed for Yifeng, hoping that everything would be well for him and he would return soon.

It was only then that Mengxiang realized her gaffe, turned her head and smiled awkwardly at Luocheng, "That... I'm really sorry for that, it scared you! I'm probably starving and dizzy, and my blood sugar is a little low, hehe!"

As he said that, he snatched the porridge bowl from Mu Zili's hands, and began to drink the porridge sullenly, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Seeing this, Luocheng just waved his hands slightly, and said indifferently: "Yushan is steep, and Miss Meng's worry is also normal. It's just that Mr. Feng went to collect herbs to save everyone's lives. He has the blessing of heaven, and he will return safely!"

Hearing this, Mu Zili cupped his hands towards Luocheng with an apologetic face, and softly said to Simeng: "Drink slowly, no one will grab you!"