Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

In the foggy house, like a dream, she wore a lavender dress and paced back and forth on the bluestone road, looking up at the direction of Yushan from time to time in a daze, another night passed, the mist had already dispersed, but they still did not come back.

After the wood spirit left, she never closed her eyes again, her originally fair and beautiful face was full of tiredness, and the corners of her eyes and brows had long lost the cheerfulness of the past.

"Miss Meng, I'm afraid these people won't be able to survive for long. Cough... Why don't I go out and find some herbs! Cough..."

Si Meng heard the words and turned around, only to see that Luo Cheng was thin, coughing while rubbing his chest.

It's not just those people, I'm afraid even he won't be able to survive for a long time, it's hard for him to walk swayingly, and he still wants to go out to find medicine to save people.Simeng thought to himself, although the herbal medicine caught before could not cure the disease, it was somewhat soothing, but now the herbs are exhausted, and the villagers who are seriously ill have begun to fall into a coma.

Not to mention medicinal herbs now, food and drink for these people is the number one problem. If they don't come back, these people will either die of illness or starve to death in a few days.

On that day, Mu Zili used illusion to change some money and bought a few buckets of corn from the small town in front of him as an emergency. The little rice left this morning has been boiled into gruel, and each of the twenty or so people can barely drink it Just a thin soup.

In order to let those villagers eat more, Mengxiang and Luocheng have not eaten since yesterday. Mengxiang has spiritual power to support him, so he doesn't feel hungry at the moment, but Luocheng is a flesh and blood body, and he is sick. The body, right now, is like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

"Wait a little longer! If you're not feeling well, don't run around. You'd better have a good rest!" Si Meng stretched out her hands to help him into the room while talking, but before she reached the distance, she saw him hunched over and retreated. She took a few steps, panting heavily while touching her chest with her right hand, and signaled her to stop with her left hand.

"I'm plagued by an epidemic, I'm afraid I'll infect the girl, it's better for the girl not to get close!" He leaned against the stone wall half-bowed, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, his breathing was weak, and his voice was hoarse.

Originally, Mengxiang didn't have much affection for the gray-clothed man who inexplicably broke into the foggy house. Although he sympathized with his experience, it was just a chance encounter after all, and he didn't know him well. Rest in the house.Although at the beginning he suggested that they should not meddle in this business out of selfishness, now it is he who cares for the patients regardless of his own safety.

Since they decided to take in these sick villagers, he has been taking good care of those who are seriously ill, making medicine and soup for them day and night, without any slack.

Staring at him like a dream, the face covered by dirt was still unrecognizable, but the black eyes were getting deeper and deeper, and the ten fingers pressed tightly on the chest were thin and pale, which made people unbearable to look at.

Like Meng Liu raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered, and there was a free and easy smile on the corner of his lips. In the blink of an eye, he jumped to Luocheng's side, supported his wrist and said: "How can a person who cultivates immortals be so fragile? If you are not good at law, you can’t get rid of toxins in your body, but it should still be possible to relieve pain.”

According to the method Mu Zili taught her that day, the condensed energy was slowly introduced into Luocheng's body, hoping to relieve his illness a little.

Luo Cheng barely stood up straight, and wanted to push her away, but he felt a cool breath from his wrists directly into his lungs, and his chest, which was still oppressed just now, suddenly felt much more comfortable.A flash of surprise flashed in the black eyes under the messy hair, and the hand held by Limeng trembled slightly.

"Thank you Meng girl!" His voice was still hoarse, and his breathing was a little smoother than before.

Only then did Simeng let go of her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead with a flick of her sleeve, and asked, "Are you more comfortable? My practice is really shallow, and this is the only thing I can do for you."

I am ashamed to say that although her real body is about the same age as Yifeng Yao, it is a pity that her soul is a real mortal, and she dare not show her cultivation in front of others.

Having said that, in the eyes of Luo Cheng, she is like a fairy, not to mention her magic skills, but such a beautiful appearance like her is not something that a woman in the world can have.

Thinking that he had already bowed his hands and thanked repeatedly, Simeng blushed with guilt.

When the two of them were thanking each other in the corner, a blue figure with fluttering clothes was slowly walking from the end of the corridor.

When he walked, his wide sleeves fluttered and gave off bursts of woody fragrance, which slowly drifted into Rumeng's nose with the wind.

She raised her eyes suddenly, but saw that he was alone, and there was no Yifeng beside him, her heart tightened, and a sense of ominousness came to her heart.

Walking quickly to Mu Zili, seeing that his expression was dull, and the smile in his eyes quickly disappeared, he hurriedly asked: "Where is Yifeng? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Knowing that she would ask such a question, Mu Zili was still taken aback for a moment, with an apologetic look in his eyes, he raised his sleeves to support her shoulder, "I'm sorry, Meng'er. I have searched all over Yushan and there is no trace of Yifeng. Maybe he is already on his way back." He deliberately concealed the fact that Que Hentian was seriously injured by Yifeng, so he didn't dare to look at her, for fear that she would see the clue.

"What does it mean that there is no trace of him in Yushan? Didn't he go to Yushan to find medicine? How could there be no trace left? Could it be that he lost his way? Wrong direction?" Simeng only felt that his mind was in chaos , clutching Mu Zili's skirt tightly with both hands, he kept asking, "What should I do? Will Cang Xuan take him back?"

Hearing the words, Mu Zili glanced at Luo Cheng who was standing under the corner, then dragged her towards the corridor, and after making sure that there was no one around, he said in a deep voice like a dream: "This is the world, Cang Xuan will never Come here on an adventure. Meng'er, don't worry, even if he dies, I will never let him hurt Meng'er again..."

Simeng crouched under the railing with her head in her arms, tugging at her messy hair, and interrupted his words with a pouted, "Wumu, are we talking about Yifeng's disappearance now? Can you figure out the situation?" With such a simple personality, I don’t know if I will be deceived by myself in the world? How can I not be worried? His spiritual power is also very thin now. What if he encounters some powerful goblins who bully him? what to do?"

She became anxious for a while, and yelled at him, completely ignoring the deep meaning in his words, until they returned to the country after going through vicissitudes in the world, and he did not hesitate to fight Cang Xuan with all his cultivation, she suddenly realized .

Just when Meng Simeng blamed Mu Zili for the matter of Yifeng, there was a loud cry from inside the room: "Grandpa! Grandpa..."