The characters on the wine flag are written in very thick ink, and the font is very charming, which reminds people of a century-old fine wine. At this time, a group of people gathered together and surrounded a drunken man.

"Niu Taoist," he approached him, "Let me tell you what happened to Medicine Valley that night?"

"That's right," the drinker cheered together, "Is it really like the rumors that the two of them jumped into a tomb and turned into butterflies?"

"Jumping tomb?" Taoist Niu looked at him with contempt, "It's called "So much love for love."

"Yes, it's a sacrifice for love." The speaker pretended to slap himself, "Don't keep it in hiding you anymore."

The appetite has dropped enough, and the Taoist Niu cleared his throat. "When it comes to Yaogu, the imperial court and the chivalrous people from the rivers and lakes have joined forces to clear out the remnants of the rebels. Now the remnants of the rebels are killed, injured, and the dragons have no leader, and they can no longer pose a threat to the safety of the world."

Everyone knew what he said, but they were not interested.

"The most legendary thing about this battle was that the Qimufang archer destroyed his relatives for justice and took the initiative to expose his brother's plan to the emperor. It is said that the ancestor of the Feng family conquered the world with the founding emperor. There were countless people in Yaogu who died under the sword of the veteran general Feng. Now his descendants have become the leaders of the remnants of the rebels. It is really a misfortune for the family."

Seeing that he couldn't say anything for a long time, someone interrupted: "Just just talk about the part between Alliance Leader Ran and Fengfangzhu."

"If you want to talk about the grudges between these two people, you have to start with a young man named Zheng Cai." Niu Daoren continued: "On the day Ran Mingjiang held a birthday party, this young man named Zheng Cai came with Feng Yu. No one of you would have thought that Feng Yujing, who has always been taciturn, has defended this young man repeatedly, and the conversation between the two was quite explicit."

Speaking of this, he sighed, "Anyway, I don't understand the love and love in the world."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"I don't know where Zheng Cai is good. The dignified martial arts leader was fascinated by him. In the battle of Medicine Valley, he took advantage of Feng Yu's injury to take away the man. He was poor, a pair of fools, both of whom went to the grave and turned into colorful butterflies, and from then on he wandered in the world."

In less than a day, the story of using this as a blueprint spreads wildly in the streets and alleys, and many literati and poets also wrote poems to praise the true feelings of the world.

...

The pair of "infaithful men" mentioned by Taoist Niu is now trapped underground. Lin Xun is holding the little wolf. At this moment, he really hopes to grow a pair of wings and fly out.

There was a long underground secret passage in front of me. Lin Xun did not choose to try and guarded the one-acre and three-point land under his feet.

Feng Yu could feel a faint light ahead, and did not move forward rashly, handing over the initiative to Lin Xun. He had specialized in his skills. Underground, the people in front of him obviously understood much more than ordinary people.

"In our industry, we call this kind of tomb a fatal hole," Lin Xun glanced in front of him, "You see some light coming out there, which gives people the feeling of an outlet, but in fact it is the center of the tomb. Most of the weak lights are gold, silver, jewelry, or night pearls."

The little wolf in his arms whimpered, and a green light radiated in his eyes.

Lin Xun touched its head, "I almost forgot, you can see clearly."

He roughly gestured, "From the shape, it is a gourd tomb. It is narrow in front and wide in the back. Once it penetrates deep into the abdomen, it will definitely die."

Feng Yu: "Are there any mechanism?"

Lin Xun nodded, "This kind of tomb was first invented by a king who lost his country. The purpose was to release the news of treasures to attract the stolen country and let them be buried with him."

"Is there a way to get out?"

Lin Xun nodded, "You recover from your wounds first, and then wait for Ran Mingjiang to dig us out."

In the darkness, I haven't heard Feng Yu's voice for a long time.

Lin Xun explained: "I think only Ran Mingjiang may still believe that we are not really turning into butterflies and flying away."

Feng Yu lifted up his clothes and sat down. The blood from the abdominal wound had already stopped, but it would be a long process to fully recover without the assistance of drugs.

Lin Xun did not disturb him, closed his eyes and rested. Time passed by minute by minute, and he suddenly opened his eyes, "A day is about to pass, why is there no movement yet?"

Feng Yu was slightly surprised by his sense of time. In the darkness, ordinary people do not have the concept of time. It may feel like an hour is as long as a minute, or it may be the other way around.

Through the little wolf's eyes, Lin Xun seemed to see through his doubts from the reflection, "I calculated based on the meal time. Once I reached that time, I would feel stomachache if I didn't eat enough."

"What about now?"

"It'll be over for a while," Lin Xun said: "But there will be similar reactions at the next meal."

After saying that, he said seriously: "This is a talent, and it is useless for your envy."

The answer to him was still a long silence.

Before Lin Xun's so-called next meal, a light suddenly appeared above, which belonged to the clear and harmonious moonlight, but compared to the dark underground, it was already considered bright.

The first thing Lin Xun heard was Fang Yun’s voice—

"Young Master!"

With Feng Yu's brief response, a black shadow fell above. Lin Xun and Feng Yu took a tacit step back, and Fang Yun jumped down, shaking a lot of dust.

Fang Yun had just stood firm and was about to rush up excitedly. What responded to him was two disgusting eyes. Lin Xun shook his head and sighed. He saw that there was another person above and hurriedly said, "Don't jump."

The man was obviously much more reliable. He left for a while, and when he came back, he threw a vine down.

When he really breathed the air above, the real feeling of living deepened. Lin Xun sat on the grass and rested. Looking at Ran Mingjiang who was close at hand, the other party reached out to help him wipe the black and gray on his face, and shrank back, "Next time avoiding me, don't have to joke about life."

Lin Xun stood up, "Where is the Chen Gui?"

"Hu Yankun's head still needs treatment."

Lin Xun nodded, but Ran Mingjiang said, "I just want you to stand where I can see."

"I borrowed half of my life from the Buddha. Now even if there are still remaining remnants of rebels, I can't cause any storm," Lin Xun said in a very low voice: "If I don't return it, I will lose my life."

Ran Mingjiang looked at him for a long time and actually laughed: "This is more than enough to deceive me in the past, but now it is a bit difficult." From a close distance, his expression was very complicated, and there was no slight softness because of the moonlight. "It's funny, I hired a tomb robber to steal the bones of my most important person, but his soul was attached to the thief."

Lin Xun just smiled faintly, and did not delve into the story. He turned to Feng Yu and said, "Let's go."

The latter nodded, Lin Xun was quiet, and suddenly walked back, handed the little wolf in his arms to Ran Mingjiang, "Take care for it to grow up."

After saying that, he walked to the tree, rode on the snow-treated horse, and waved to Ran Mingjiang, "If one day you can feel the mood of raising a wolf cub, I think we may have a chance to see each other again."

If you are mature and refuse to leave, you will bite back when you are healthy.

When Lin Xun shook the reins, Ran Mingjiang's voice came from behind, "Actually, you have remembered it a long time ago, right?"

Lin Xun did not answer, shouted "Gao", took the snow horse and quickly ran out of the Medicine Valley.

[System: You shouldn't give him hope to complete the task.]

Lin Xun did not answer. He knew very well who he was for.

Along the way, Feng Yu didn't speak, and Fang Yun was rarely sensible and kept silent.

It was already midnight when we actually arrived at Feng Mansion. Fang Yun said he would go to Uncle Cheng to have a midnight snack to fill his stomach and leave the space he was alone for the two of them.

Lin Xun moved a recliner and lay in the yard to bask in the moonlight. Feng Yu stood aside. Just when he thought the silence would last until dawn, Feng Yu suddenly spoke, "Are you leaving?"

"It's not that I want to leave," Lin Xun looked very free and easy, "No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot decide his birth, old age, sickness and death."

He tilted his head and smiled at Feng Yu: "I am just one of the many beings."

Feng Yu looked up at the bright moon, "Yes, everyone is the same."

"Actually, there is something you lied to me." Lin Xun said: "I guess Yu Zilin's corpse has been destroyed long ago."

Feng Yu did not deny: "At least two forces want to compete for this skeleton. No matter who gets it, it will sooner or later turn into a disaster."

"Destroying is indeed a one-time and for all," Lin Xun slowly closed his eyes. "It may sound ridiculous. I feel that I have bid farewell to the world many times, but never once, I am so calm."

At least this time, someone was with him.

As cold as jade, holding Lin Xun's hand placed beside the recliner. Lin Xun opened his eyes and whispered: "I can feel my life passing."

Feng Yu tried a little hard, "I'm here."

Those eyes that were comparable to Obsidian closed, but this time, they didn't open their eyes to see him again.

The moon sets and the sky rises to the star. Feng Yu finally turns his head. Lin Xun's mouth is slightly curled. The perfect side face looks quiet and beautiful at this moment, just like he is asleep. Fang Yun walked in with his already cold food, put it aside, his eyes turned red: "I brought your favorite wine-making Lantern Festival."

A drop of cold tears fell on his cheeks, and the body that was originally lying steadily trembled and sneezes. When Lin Xun sat up, he, Feng Yu, and Fang Yun looked a little stiff at the same time.

According to the past direction, I shouldn’t have returned to the Yan family at this time, why are I still here?

[System: After saying so much, but not dead, isn't it slap in the face?]

Lin Xun:...

He pretended to be calm and silently let go of the hand that Feng Yu held, "Actually, I want to do a plan drill first so that everyone can be mentally prepared when that day comes."

Fang Yun wiped the snot and tears from his face, "It's better to say that it's just to touch my young master's hand, which is somewhat convincing."
Chapter completed!