Chapter 812 The Cause of Eighteen Years Ago

Feng Qi has a heart that rarely fluctuates, and is indescribable boredom.

Inside the house, a silver light flashed and the figure of the old man suddenly appeared.

Feng Qi seemed to have felt something long ago, and just greeted Mr. Bai indifferently.

"Old Bai."

Old Bai and Feng have a special relationship. He is not from the Feng clan and is even countless times older than Feng Fu. However, Feng Qi's respect for Old Bai is just respect and there are not many other emotions.

"Oh, that old guy is so carefree that he left a lot of things, which is really annoying." Old Bai looked at the clean room around him, and he also missed the old guy who had been with him for thousands of years.

"Please also say goodbye to Mr. Bai."

Even Feng Qi, who was a little bored because Feng Fuchen did not leave a few words, would not allow anyone to say that Feng Fuchen was not right.

Old Bai stroked his white hair and lifted the two pots of wine he was holding in his hand.

"Sit down and drink some, how about?"

Feng Qi glanced at the wine jar and said nothing. He turned around and followed Bai Lao to the bottom of the wine. The two of them sat down around the pot rack that cooked a pot of medicinal liquid.

Old Bai is a nine-tailed silver fox, the king of monsters. He is a casual person by nature and is most impatient to meddle in other people's business. If Feng Fuchen had not entrusted him with him, Old Bai would never take the initiative to sacrifice himself to help Feng Fuchen this time.

Feng Qi is also cold-hearted. Even if he has any thoughts in his heart, he is more willing to digest them by himself. Even the old Bai who has been in the Medicine King Valley for thousands of years in front of him is unwilling to show any trace.

If it weren't for the two jars of wine that Mr. Bai was carrying, the two might have collapsed as soon as they met and went their separate ways.

"The peach blossom wine brewed by Qing'er."

Fengqi recognized the wine that Mr. Bai was carrying.

"good."

Old Bai pushed a pot of peach blossom girl to Fengqi, picked up a pot himself, pulled out the lid, smelled the fragrance of the wine with great pleasure, and then tilted his neck to take a sip.

"There are only these two oaths given by Feng Fuchen before leaving."

It's amazing. Although Fengqi is Fengqing's father, he has never received a jar of wine like Fengqing. Fengqing gave it to many people, and even Feng Zihui had a jar, but Fengqi did not.

Now, the wine brewed by Feng Qing was given to the ancestor, and the ancestor gave it to Old Bai, who took it out and drank it with Feng Qi.

It was obviously a relative woman, but if you wanted to drink a sip of the wine brewed by your daughter, it was really mysterious.

Fengqi has long heard of his daughter's winemaking skills and has long been interested in tasting it. However, as long as the person who got the wine brewed by Fengqing was very nervous about it, he had never tasted it.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi picked up the wine, took a sip, and then relaxed his face.

Good wine.

"Your daughter was born well." Old Bai praised rare.

Obviously, Old Bai praised Feng Qing not because Feng Qing is good-looking or has good cultivation talent, but because of the ability to make wine.

"kindness."

Feng Qi nodded and agreed very smoothly, as if Feng Qing should be praised so much, without any sense of modesty.

Old Bai was choked, glanced at Feng Qi with a strange look, and then took another sip of wine on his own.

This shameless character is completely unaware of how to write the word "modest", but it is in line with that guy Feng Fuchen.

It is the descendant of Feng Fu Chong and did not run away.

"You and I are not a man who beats the bush, I have something to say."

"Please, Mr. Bai."

"You can guess that this experience I came to see you was just what Feng Fuchen asked."

I don’t know if it was because of drinking or Mr. Bai’s words, Feng Qi’s aura began to slowly soften, and the expression on his face also sootheed.

"He was also a little confused about how to choose. If I stood in his position, I would definitely not have the courage of him." Old Bai also saw the medicine in the pot: "Before making such a decision, he also wanted to live and live a few more years. That's right, how many people can completely see this life and death. If I were to be afraid of death, wouldn't I just survive?"

Old Bai felt a little self-deprecating and took another sip of wine.

"He can only do it by making pills with the pot."

Perhaps because he lost his old friend, his emotions that have been suppressed cannot be expressed. Mr. Bai's expression today also has more longing and reminiscence.

"I know why you are here. Let me tell you clearly. Although Feng Fuchen did hold the wine and ask me, he did not strictly entrust me to do anything, and he did not even leave a word. If you want to know something, you need to ask me. If I know, I will tell you directly."

Mr. Bai knew very well. Although Feng Fuchen walked happily, in fact, Feng Fuchen was not less nostalgic about the world than him. He did not leave a word or half of the sentence, but he was just afraid that when he left a message, he would feel reluctant to leave the world and could not make up his mind.

After all, Feng Fu Chong is also a human being.

Feng Qi was silent for a moment, took a sip of wine cleanly, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and even developed a hint of unruly temperament.

"Old ancestor, why do you want to leave?"

Old Bai waved his hand, and the scenes around the two changed, and they had already left the thatched house and sat on the grass. Old Bai pointed at the gray spiritual power around him.

“For these.”

Fengqi's eyes were dark.

"After all, it's for the Medicine King Valley."

"Yes. After all, it's for your Feng clan. However, it's not entirely for your Feng clan. Although Feng Fuchen is just a flesh and blood body, what he is holding in his heart is this world."

Mr. Bai thought about it and actually mentioned another thing on his own initiative.

"Eighteen years ago, Feng Fu Chong made you come out of the valley and go through disasters. Do you guess why?"

Feng Qi suddenly raised his head and looked at Old Bai.

This is the knot he has never been able to untie.

That year, the ancestor appeared in person and told Fengqi that there was a great disaster in Fengqi's life and it would take a long time to survive, so he let Fengqi go out of the valley.

Fengqi did experience some disasters back then. Fengqi once thought that being hurt by a dragon snake was the disaster he had to go through. That was why he was so careful to care for Feng Gang who helped him overcome the disaster, because Feng Qi felt that Feng Gang had a kindness to him.

Feng Qi never doubted this matter before Feng Qing appeared.

But Feng Qing appeared.

Especially Feng Qing entered the valley because the ancestor passed on the phone and asked Feng Zhao to bring it back. The first time he met Feng Qing was the ancestor who personally appeared to remind him. Even in the end, the ancestor personally accepted Feng Qing as his disciple, which forced Feng Qi to reconsider the so-called "catastrophe" back then.

Is that really a disaster?

When Mr. Bai saw Feng Qi's expression, he knew that Feng Qi was also very concerned about this matter, and even said that he had already guessed it.

"What you call disaster is nonsense. Although Feng Fuchen is a spiritual master, he has no knowledge of the ability of others to travel. That is just a cover."

"It is to let you leave the valley and leave Feng Qing's bloodline. What Feng Fuchen really wants is Feng Qing."

"Or, what he wants is an opportunity."
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