Urban Perspective Little Doctor

4570.suddenly died

"Hahaha, of course this poem was not written by me, but by a great poet named Wang Wei!"

When Pang Feng heard it, he couldn't help but startled for a while, and then he burst into laughter, he was just touching the scene, and the poem naturally appeared in his mind, so he chanted it without thinking too much, but he didn't expect it. Hearing it by the coachman, he suddenly became a great poet.

"Wang Wei? Who is he and why I have never heard of it?"

When the coachman heard the name "Wang Wei", he felt very unfamiliar and asked.

"Uh, Wang Wei, he is not from this world, but from a very far away place!"

Pang Feng didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had no choice but to ridicule.

"Mr. Yu, don’t be humble. I think you must have chanted such a masterpiece. It’s just that you are too low-key and deliberately said that Wang Wei’s. I understand it. You can tell when you look at your dress and demeanor. You must be a great poet who learns to be rich, otherwise you would not choose such a low-key way of traveling, right!"

The coachman did not believe what Pang Feng said about Wang Wei, but firmly believed that this was what Pang Feng had done, and he could not help but stiff his waist and chest, he kept reciting this poem in silence, intending to wait. At the end of this trip, when you return to Xiantu Inn, show off to others——

I personally gave it to a great poet!

Seeing that the explanation could not be made, Pang Feng gave up the explanation, and let the coachman go. Anyway, there is no Wang Wei in this world. If he really wanted to check plagiarism, he couldn't find himself.

Thinking about it this way, Pang Feng suddenly came up with an idea, whether he should recite a few more poems, maybe he could still cause a sensation in this world and become a generation of writers!

But after thinking about it, Pang Feng gave up. Wen Chao Gong's work was not easy to do. Moreover, he didn't have to rely on poems to survive, so why bother, let him live his own little life leisurely.

The well-trained Xianju, under the guidance of the coachman, continued to walk slowly towards Beiluoshan without rushing or slowing down, so the leisurely walking method really made the suzerain and others who followed all the way become red with anger. Face.

"What exactly does Pang Feng want to do? If you delay, the funeral of Bei Luozong is over!"

Mei Huaqing couldn't bear it anymore. If the Sect Master hadn't stopped her, she would have planned to do it a long time ago.

"Wait, although I can't figure out what Pang Feng is doing, he should have his idea. I believe him, let's not move!"

The Sect Master stopped Mei Huaqing, but even though he said so, his heart was very anxious and his face was very ugly.

After another day, the carriage finally crossed the border of Beiluo Mountain, and within half a day, it could reach Beiluozong.

In the early morning of this day, the coachman got up as usual, got on the cart and drove the horse, while still chanting the song "Zhuliguan" in his mouth. He was very happy, because he could reach the destination today and return in the afternoon. , Then you can go back and brag with others.

"Young Master Yu, you will be able to arrive at Northern Luozong at noon today. Prepare yourself. This Northern Luozong is a good place, with high mountains and clear waters, and beautiful spirits. It is really a fairyland!"

The coachman muttered to himself, "But speaking of it, the North Luo Zong is not peaceful recently. I heard that their young master passed away in an accident a few days ago, and the funeral is now being held. Alas, the old master lost I'm furious with my son, and the world is looking for a killer!"

"I don’t know who is so bold to kill the Young Sect Master, and the killer must be very terrifying in strength. It is really enviable. I think I have also embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, but it’s a pity, yong. People are ignorant and cannot be cultivated to achieve positive results, but now it is a beautiful task to drive the carriage every day and appreciate the local customs and customs!"

The coachman started to talk to himself, but he felt that something was wrong when he was talking. How could there be no response from the coach?

Although it was peaceful in the past, at least one or two responses will be heard, but today it is abnormally quiet.

Thinking about this, the coachman was stunned for a moment, and a chill spread all over his body.

He hurriedly stopped the carriage, turned around and looked at the closed curtain, his face trembling with fear. At this moment, countless kinds of conjectures appeared in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more he was afraid, and he felt something wrong.

"Master Yu? Are you still awake, overslept?"

The coachman yelled twice again, but he knew very well that Young Master Yu would wake up at the beginning of the day when he was driving a horse and cart by himself. Today is so quiet and there must be a problem.

So, the coachman took the courage and stretched out his hand slowly towards the curtain, lifting it up a little bit.

As the car curtain was opened a little bit, the coachman's heart jumped faster and faster. He didn't know what kind of picture he would see, but he always felt that it would not be a beautiful picture.

Sure enough, in the next instant, he suddenly opened all the car curtains, and saw a pale face, directly into his eyes, scared him to scream on the spot, staggered, and rolled out of the car.

"Mom, Master Yu is dead?!"

The coachman couldn't believe his eyes. The boy he saw was pale, bloodless, with protruding eyes. The whole person was slumped in the car, the hip flask in his hand fell to the ground, and there was blood red on his chest. It seems that the sword died in general.

The coachman shivered all over, and after getting up, he turned and ran in the direction he came.

However, after running a few steps, he couldn't help but stop, and looked back at the carriage and how he got along with Young Master Yu these days.

"Forget it, let's go back and have a look!"

As soon as the coachman gritted his teeth, he felt that it was a bit unjust to leave like this. Besides, he was still a great poet. If he died in this way, wouldn't there be a literary star in the world.

After thinking about this, the coachman shivered and went back, and slowly walked into the curtain of the car. Although Pang Feng's face still made him afraid to look directly, he still closed his eyes and tried Pang Feng's breath.

"There is still a breath? Young Master Yu is not dead!"

The coachman was immediately overjoyed, and his breath proved that he was saved, but in this wilderness, he is not a cultivator of immortality, how can he save him?

At this moment, the driver swept his eyes and saw the corner of a jade disc in Pang Feng's arms, with a very strange texture.

Out of curiosity, the coachman took it out carefully, and found that the four characters Tianyu Shengjiao were written on it. The coachman realized this time that this son of Yu was the saint son of Tianyu Shengjiao.

Fortunately, he had practiced for a period of time, and there was some immortal power in his body, so he released a trace of strength and injected it into the immortal die. The immortal die radiated light, and a message rushed into his mind.