The heavens: pushing across all realms

Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.

Feng Ji looked at the familiar scenery of Jiangnan in front of him, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Thinking back to the time when he was in charge of Ziweitang, the scenery of Jiangnan was so familiar.

Unfortunately, time flies by and things have changed.

He traveled through the long river of time and thousands of realms. His former friends and relatives have all become passers-by in time.

An unspeakable feeling of loneliness emanated from him.

In the awning boat, Li Mochou was boiling water and looked at Feng Ji sitting on the deck. She could keenly feel the loneliness in him.

For some reason, she felt a little pain in her heart.

Her intuition told her that Brother Feng was a man with a story.

He may seem domineering and straightforward, but deep down he may also have a delicate side that is sad for spring and autumn.

"Brother Feng."

she called softly.

Feng Ji came back to his senses, looked back at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Mochou's face turned red and she whispered: "The location of the injury on my back is too tricky. Can you...can you give me some medicine?"

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment, then patted his forehead and said, "Look at my head, I forgot that you are still injured."

"Do you have trauma medicine?"

Li Mochou nodded: "Yes, I have golden sore medicine."

Feng Ji got into the awning and saw that the water had already boiled.

He helped pour out the hot water, found a towel, and scalded it in the hot water.

Asked: "Let me see the injury."

Li Mochou turned her back, only to see that her thin white shirt had been torn, revealing her beautiful pink and white back.

It's a pity that a ferocious whip mark ruined this beautiful white and greasy back.

The skin of the wound caused by the whip was broken and turned into a purple bruise.

Feng Ji stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, and Li Mochou immediately trembled and groaned.

Feng Ji quickly retracted his finger and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Li Mochou shook her head, her face turned red, and she said shyly, "It's fine if you don't touch it."

Feng Ji sighed: "These people are willing to do it."

Li Mochou felt a little sweet, lowered her head, and passed the porcelain bottle backwards.

Feng Ji reached out and took the porcelain bottle, and their fingers touched.

Her smooth fingertips were as gentle as jade.

Li Mochou felt as if there was an electric current in his fingers, which made her pull away at the touch. Her fingertips were slightly numb, and her green-white fingers were slightly curled. She hurriedly retracted her hands, twisting them together tightly, and her heart was beating fast. Deer-like.

Feng Ji couldn't help but be stunned by her charming posture.

He has met countless women, and Li Mochou must be at the forefront among the many women he knows.

Feng Ji said softly: "Be patient."

"Yeah." Li Mochou nodded.

Feng Ji gently opened the cracks in her white shirt and sprinkled the golden sore medicine on her beautiful back bit by bit.

The slight numbness caused by the wound made Li Mochou twist her waist in embarrassment.

Feng Ji said softly: "Don't move, the powder won't be spread."

"Ah-oh." She nodded quickly and sat up straight.

It's just that her waist is slender, so straightening up suddenly tightens the hem of her clothes and skirts.

It was already a hot season, so my skirt and shirt were not thick, and I had experienced a fierce battle, so my body was already sweaty.

The dress stuck to her body and was stretched so straight that her plump and beautiful buttocks were immediately revealed.

Her peach heart-shaped butt looked so alluring in the dusk light.

Feng Ji took a deep breath and quickly looked away.

Li Mochou didn't know the reason, but when she heard the inhalation, she couldn't help but ask: "Are you injured too?"

Feng Ji quickly said: "No."

"Then what are you...inhaling for?"

"Well...it's a little stuffy."

"Well... there's a fire in the awning. It's really sultry at this time of year." She was simple-minded and didn't understand lust yet.

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh and cry, and quickly helped her apply the medicinal powder and said: "It's ready. This dress is no longer usable. Please change it to a clean one."

Li Mochou said helplessly: "My luggage was left at the Lu family, and there is nothing left to change."

Feng Ji couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Let's do this. You change in the awning and wash it with water. I'll guard it outside and wait until the next market to buy some clothes for changing clothes."

Li Mochou's face turned slightly red, she nodded and hummed slightly.

Feng Ji lifted up the hanging bamboo mat door curtain and sat on the deck.

He took a long breath, as if to expel the anger from his body.

Looking at the long canal, I couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

However, there was a rustling sound of changing clothes in his ears, which made him feel itchy.

The fragrant scene just now flashed through his mind from time to time, and the scene of Li Mochou wearing a bellyband that night appeared again.

After a while, Li Mochou's shy voice was heard from inside the awning.

"Brother Feng, can you...can you hang my shirt outside?"

Feng Ji turned around and said, "Give it to me."

But in the gap of the door curtain, there was a white arm, as if carved from beautiful jade, with long and slender fingers, white and red, holding the wet clothes and handing it over.

Feng Ji inexplicably remembered a poem.

"A pair of delicate jade fingers is not a romantic thing."

He recited it softly, which immediately made Li Mochou in the awning feel very shy and exclaimed in a low voice.

Feng Ji came to his senses and quickly caught her clothes.

She hurriedly withdrew her arm. Inside the awning, Li Mochou wrapped a towel around her plump chest. Her white bellyband had also been washed and hung to dry inside the awning.

Listening to Feng Ji's chanting, she couldn't help but blush, her cheeks were covered with red clouds, and even her fair neck was red.

But in my mind, I couldn't help but think: "Brother Feng... praised my beautiful fingers."

Feng Ji hung Li Mochou's clothes on the bow of the boat to dry, and said softly: "Mochou, please take a rest for a while. I see that I still have some fishing gear on. Let's see if we can catch some fish. Let's make some fish soup tonight."

"Um."

From inside the awning, Li Mochou responded softly.

Feng Ji took out the fishing rod from the bow of the boat, sat on the deck and fished.

The sun gradually set, sinking from the lake, and the sunset dyed the entire river red.

At this moment, Feng Ji gently pulled the fishing rod, and a crucian carp immediately flew up and landed on the deck.

Feng Ji suddenly chuckled and took off the fish.

He listened carefully and heard steady and long breathing faintly coming from the awning. He thought that Li Mochou had already fallen asleep.

Feng Ji handled the crucian carp gently.

After a while, a few more fish were caught, including herring and thorn.

After cleaning them one by one, Feng Ji poured some wine he had with him, pulled out a few green onions and garlic grown in a jar on the deck, chopped them into pieces, put them together with the fish, and marinated them in a basin to remove the smell.

In the jars under the edge of the awning, some peppercorns, salt and other seasonings were found.

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh. In this era of war and chaos, salt was as valuable as snowflakes and silver. It was not easy to find salt.

It seems that when I bought the boat, the money I gave him made the other party so excited that he even forgot to take away the salt.

At that moment, Feng Ji stuck a fork into the largest herring, coated it with a layer of oil, and slowly grilled it.

On the other side, after frying crucian carp, squid and other fish in an earthen pot, pour boiling water in and simmer over low heat.

Taking advantage of this time, he flew to the shore, cut a piece of stone slab and brought it back.

Then, with strong finger strength, he dug out the concave surface of the stone slab to form a rectangular stone plate.

After carefully washing it with water, Feng Ji put the stone slab on the stove and grilled it.

Soon the water on the stone plate evaporated, and Feng Ji applied another layer of oil and poured in the spices Sichuan peppercorns.

Suddenly the crackling aroma spread, and Feng Ji put the roasted herring in it.

This was not over yet. He poured some of the fish soup that had been boiled like milk into the stone plate.

Suddenly a plate of grilled fish was basically completed.

Feng Ji took a sip of the soup base and found it was a little bland. He added some salt.

The fish soup can be lighter, but the grilled fish cannot be lighter, otherwise it will be bland and tasteless.

Even when he was alone outside, Feng Ji would never compromise on his diet.

Although what he needs now is to accumulate attribute points, he cannot give up.

It was simmered slowly over low heat, and the soup in the grilled fish was bubbling. Feng Ji sprinkled a lot of garlic sprouts and green onions, mixed with cumin and other aromas, and drifted on the lake.

Li Mochou, who was sleeping in the awning, was suddenly attracted by the strong fragrance.

Her saliva flowed down her red lips unconsciously.

Subconsciously, she turned over and wiped the corners of her mouth.

This movement was a complete awakening.

A pair of beautiful eyes slowly opened, and she stared blankly at the awning, in a daze.

Finally all the memories came to mind, and she sat up immediately, looking a little panicked, and subconsciously shouted: "Brother Feng?"

Feng Ji outside heard the sound and said, "What's wrong?"

Li Mochou immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face: "No...it's nothing. I thought you left me...and left."

She had just experienced a catastrophe and had no relatives or friends. Her current dependence on Feng Ji was beyond her control.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "How could it be? I told you to stay, how could I break my promise?"

"By the way, I made some food, do you want to try it?"

Li Mochou felt relieved, her nose twitched slightly when she heard this, and she couldn't help but said in surprise: "It smells so good."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Come out and try it."

"OK."

Li Mochou was about to stand up when suddenly the towel fell from her chest and a pair of white jade rabbits jumped out.

She suddenly exclaimed, squatted down quickly, and covered her chest.

Only then did she realize that she had no clothes to wear.

Feng Ji outside heard the noise and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"

"I...I...Brother Feng, please check for me, is my dress dry?" she asked shyly.

Feng Ji also remembered this incident, turned around and touched the clothes hanging to dry, but they were still wet.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I only took it out to dry in the evening, and it's not dry yet."

"This...what should I do?"

Li Mochou couldn't help but frown, and reached out to touch her bellyband under the awning, and found that it was not dry either.

Feng Ji thought for a moment and said, "You should put on my clothes first."

With that said, Feng Ji took off his outer robe.

He has already reached a point where the cold and heat are not intrusive. Although the weather is hot, he still wears two clothes.

An outer robe and an undergarment.

Therefore, apart from a robe, he was not naked.

He handed his robe to Li Mochou inside the awning.

Li Mochou held the corner of her clothes and pulled her in.

In the dim awning, she held Feng Ji's coat in her hand, her face flushed, and she secretly glanced at Feng Ji outside. She couldn't help but lower her head and sniffed his shirt.

The clothes did not smell like sweat, but had a fresh aroma.

Feng Ji has already practiced Taoism and has already completed the method of fetal breathing. He no longer sweats.

This fragrance is the fragrance of the vegetation that is stained by the Taoist robes along the way.

Li Mochou couldn't help but be curious: "Brother Feng is actually more tidy than a woman like me."

Immediately she blushed again and spat secretly.

"Li Mochou, Li Mochou, how can you smell a man's clothes so shamelessly?"

She quickly put her clothes on, but as soon as she put them on, she couldn't help but discover another problem.

Feng Ji's figure was too tall, and the clothes looked empty on her.

In fact, she was not short in height, almost 1.7 meters tall, but she still looked petite and thin in Feng Ji's clothes.

In desperation, she wrapped Feng Ji's clothes around her slender waist twice before it was close to her body.

As for the sleeves, I can only roll them up slowly.

She stood up, half of her robe still hanging on the floor.

She had no choice but to fold the hem of her robe and tuck it around her waist.

But as a result, the robe seemed a little short again, exposing a section of her jade legs.

She quickly put down her robe again, and could only frown, dragging her robe, and moved out of the awning.

When Feng Ji heard the movement, he looked up and his eyes lit up.

He couldn't help but smile and said: "The beauty is rolling up the beaded curtain, sitting deep and frowning. Don't worry, don't worry, why are you frowning?"

Li Mochou burst into laughter and said with a blushing face, "The robe is too long."

Only then did Feng Ji notice that the bottom of his robe was still dragging on the ground.

He couldn't help but smile: "Wouldn't it be nice to roll it up a little?"

Li Mochou blushed and shook her head slightly: "It's too short when rolled up."

"How much shorter can it be? It shouldn't be above the knees on the left and right sides."

Li Mochou's face turned red with embarrassment: "How can my daughter's legs be exposed freely?"

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment, and then he thought that it was still the Southern Song Dynasty, where ethics and ethics were strict, and women were particularly harsh.

Although Li Mochou was born in an ancient tomb, her master taught her a lot about the differences between men and women, so even if she got along with Lu Zhanyuan for a short time, she could still maintain her integrity and never act inappropriately.

As for why Xiao Longnu didn't understand these etiquette, it was actually because her master passed away early and never taught her these things.

As a slave, Grandma Sun was only responsible for Xiao Longnu's daily life, so naturally she would not teach her these common sense.

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Then sit like this and have a taste of my craftsmanship."

Li Mochou's attention was indeed attracted by the grilled fish, and she couldn't help but inhale it hard. The aroma entered her nose, and her saliva secreted unconsciously. She swallowed and said, "What is this method? I have never seen it before."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Try a dish from my hometown."

As he spoke, he handed over a pair of bamboo chopsticks, and Li Mochou took it with her slender jade fingers. Curiously, she picked up a piece of grilled, browned fish meat with a fragrant soup base. She covered her mouth with one hand and put it into her mouth with the other.

The instantly charred fish skin blooms with a unique aroma on your taste buds.

Immediately, the spicy taste of Sichuan pepper spread throughout the mouth.

She couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes full of surprise.

"Huh...huh, it's so spicy...it seems...delicious."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "It's delicious, eat more."

As he said that, he also took a chopstick and put it in his mouth to taste it.

The taste is slightly lighter than that of grilled fish made with chili pepper.

But the fish of this era tastes better than those of later generations.

"not bad."

Feng Ji smiled with satisfaction.

Li Mochou huffed and puffed and had already eaten several pieces of fish.

That beautiful face was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

"Wow... Huh, I... I have never... never eaten such delicious fish... Huh..."

She blew air, her face full of joy.

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh: "Eat slowly."

Sure enough, the only things that can make a woman happy are delicious food and bags.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and a bright moon rose from the river.

The silvery moonlight fell on the river, and the dark water reflected the moon.

The awning boat moved forward slowly along with the waves.

On the deck, handsome men and beautiful women drank fish soup and chatted about home affairs, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.

Li Mochou never thought that one day she would live such an interesting life.

Compared to being miserable in the ancient tomb, she really liked tonight's day.

"I don't like the ancient tomb. It's dark and humid inside. But the master doesn't allow me to go down the mountain or have contact with people outside. She said that there is no good man in the world."

"I didn't believe it. Then I met Lu Zhanyuan. I had doubts and was shaken, so I went down the mountain. Even though Master repeatedly blocked me, I still came out."

"In fact, Master is right. Men really don't have any good things."

Li Mochou murmured while holding a bowl of fish soup.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Hey, why don't you beat everyone to death with one stick? Am I not considered a man?"

Li Mochou immediately waved her hands: "I'm not talking about you, Brother Feng, you are the best man I have ever met since I came down from the mountain."

Feng Ji laughed loudly: "That's natural. You may not be able to meet a man as good as me in the future, let alone since you came down the mountain."

Li Mochou laughed out loud, feeling that Brother Feng's words were very interesting, unlike other men at the foot of the mountain who spoke in a formal and formal manner.

She liked talking to him like this very much, and always felt that in front of Brother Feng, she could be herself without any scruples.

"Brother Feng, what do you mean by love?"

Li Mochou raised her head, looked at the rising moon, and asked softly.

When Feng Ji heard this, he was slightly silent, and after a moment he said: "Everyone has a different understanding of love."

"Some people think that love needs a material foundation. Love without money is like a castle in the air. It will be blown away and cannot withstand wind and rain."

Li Mochou couldn't help but shake her head: "How could it be? If you fall in love with someone, no matter how hard life is, as long as two people stay together, no matter what difficulties they face, they can face it."

Feng Ji smiled, times were different, and the views on love of later generations were incomparable with women of this era.

He sighed softly: "Some people think that love must be unforgettable and vigorous."

Li Mochou couldn't help but pursed her lips. There was also some yearning in her expression, and she murmured: "Such a deep love, I'm afraid it's hard to find it in this life."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Yes, there are so many unforgettable things in the world. What really makes you unforgettable is the painful separation and betrayal."

"Happy time is short-lived. People will only remember the happy moment briefly, but they will remember the pain for a lifetime."

Li Mochou's heart moved and she glanced at Feng Ji thoughtfully.

"He...is he talking about me? Does he want me to forget the pain?"

In silence, she suddenly asked: "Brother Feng, what is the love in your heart?"

Hearing this, Feng Ji looked at the moon in the sky and said slowly after a moment: "The love in my heart may not be grand, it may not give her glory and wealth, it may not necessarily make her noble for the rest of her life."

"What I want is eternal companionship."

"A brief separation is for eternal companionship."

In his mind, the voices and smiles of Zhong Ling, Wang Yuyan and others flashed.

Only immortality is eternity and can accompany them forever.

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