The cold wind howled all night.
The next morning, heavy snow fell from the sky.
Snowflakes fell to the ground, gradually dyeing the ground of different colors into a uniform white.
In the leaky wooden house, the charcoal in the extra brazier burned out, and the last spark slowly went out.
Feng Yijia, who was filled with mixed emotions and worries and had just taken a light nap for most of the night, was woken up by the cold and looked up. He saw Meng Sheng, who was supposed to be lying on the rattan chair, bending over and standing in front of him.
He was holding a piece of clothing in his hand and was about to put it on her.
The person who had been in a coma all night finally woke up!
Feng Yijia suddenly didn't feel cold anymore. She stood up in surprise and asked with concern, "When did you wake up? Why didn't you wake me up?
How do you feel now?
Is there any discomfort in your body?"
The woman's clear and watery almond eyes were filled with concern for him.
Meng Sheng, who had some not-so-good memories in his mind, felt less uncomfortable.
He couldn't help but smile, reached out and pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and rubbed his chin against the top of his wife's head, and replied in a gentle voice: "I just woke up too, I'm still a little dizzy, but fortunately, it's not serious!"
The somewhat cold body was wrapped in the man's warm embrace, and the whole body was warmed up.
Having experienced life and death again and felt the impermanence of life, Feng Yijiajia did not care about the old Taoist in the next room pushing the person away, but reached out and hugged the person.
As they lean on each other, the two hearts that have experienced many vicissitudes of life are getting closer and closer.
The atmosphere was warm and wonderful until a rumbling sound of stomach was heard and the two separated.
Meng Sheng covered his stomach, feeling ill-tempered, and said aggrievedly, "Wife, I'm hungry!"
From yesterday noon until now, half a day and a night have passed, and I have only drunk half a bowl of medicine. It would be strange if I am not hungry.
Feng Yijia hurried outside and got a bowl of rice porridge that had been kept warm. She handed it to the man and said, "I cooked it last night. It's good to eat first."
I'll go get something to eat!"
After saying this, he turned around and went out to work.
Meng Sheng took the bowl and brought it to his mouth, slurping it up, but his eyes were always on his wife who was busy outside.
The thick, slightly warm rice porridge and the woman's gentle figure suppressed the anger that was surging in his heart due to the addition of some bloody memories.
At the same time, in front of the statue, the old Taoist opened his eyes, which had been slightly closed.
His body was not as weak as from yesterday's serious injury, nor was it as stiff as from sitting cross-legged all night. He stood up calmly and lightly, and with a wave of his hand, he took away the statue in front of him that was as tall as a person.
She said goodbye to Feng Yijia kindly: "Girl, it's dawn, and I should leave. I probably won't come here again.
If you have any questions, you can come to Sanqing Temple on Heming Mountain to find me.
The snow is heavy and the road is difficult. When your man feels better, go down the mountain as soon as possible!"
Feng Yijia was adding firewood to the brazier when he heard this. He looked up and said perfunctorily, "Eat something before you go. The pancakes will be hot in a moment!"
She had complicated feelings towards this man, but she didn't want to go to him easily.
The old Taoist didn't answer. He looked at Meng Sheng who was standing at the door of the ear room with his bottomless eyes, then waved his hand and walked out.
He did not leave immediately, but walked to the side of the man in black who had been frozen into an ice stick, picked up the body with one hand, picked up the long sword beside him, and then walked away.
Feng Yijia watched the man walk a few meters away and disappear from his sight in a few steps. There were almost no footprints on the snow. The resentment in his heart for being used as a chess piece disappeared completely.
There was no way. The difference in strength was too huge. The other party took advantage of her and didn't compensate her at all. There was nothing she could do.
Meng Sheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man completely disappear.
The moment their eyes met, he felt the tangible murderous intent.
He knew that this was a warning to him, or more precisely, a warning to him after he had absorbed part of the Man in Black's memories.
Warn him not to do evil, warn him not to abuse the abilities of the Man in Black.
Meng Sheng groaned in his heart. He was not interested in constantly searching for and cultivating the ability to transfer the soul into a suitable body to achieve the goal of immortality.
Only a happy and warm life can make people nostalgic.
It is a dark and bloody life. It is better to disappear forever from the world than to live on.
The happy life in his mind cannot be separated from the company of his family and loved ones.
After the troublesome person left, Meng Sheng rubbed against Feng Yijiajia, half leaning on him like a boneless person, and the two of them ate toasted pancakes affectionately.
After they had filled their stomachs, Feng Yijia took out some medicine, found a bowl, added water to dissolve it, and handed it to Meng Sheng: "This is the medicine given by the Taoist priest. It can calm your mind and soul. Drink it quickly!"
Meng Sheng reached out to take the bowl and drank the medicine in one gulp.
The slightly bitter and fishy medicinal liquid entered the stomach and turned into a stream of clear water that rushed straight to the forehead.
It made his dizzy mind clearer.
Feng Yijia had seen how quickly the old Taoist's injuries healed, so he stared at him expectantly and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Meng Sheng's head was still a little heavy, but he glanced at the thickening snow on the ground outside, nodded to the people, and said softly, "It's better.
The old Taoist is right. The snow is so heavy that the road is hard to walk on. Let’s pack up and go down the mountain and go home quickly!
Feng Yijia saw that he was being a little stubborn, but he also knew that he had to get down the mountain as soon as possible to avoid being trapped in the mountains. Not only would it be dangerous, but he also had to worry about whether his house would collapse under the snow.
Without saying a word, he turned around and stuffed various things into the storage bag.
When Meng Sheng saw it, he realized that the Taoist priest had given them such a treasure.
The extra memories in his mind told him that the storage bag was made by the founder of Sanqing Temple, and there were only three of them in circulation.
One of them was on the man in black, and the other was buried with the junior sister that the man in black was talking about.
One is in the hands of the old Taoist.
And the one in front of me looks like the one in the hands of the man in black.
I don’t know if the old Taoist was just being generous or if he felt uncomfortable and didn’t want to keep anything used by the man in black.
In short, now that the things are in their hands, this wave of suffering is worth it.
After Feng Yijia collected the used pots and pans, he went to several nearby rooms and collected everything that could be collected.
This time she didn't hesitate and accepted it with peace of mind.
The old Taoist priest said he would not come again, so that thing must be theirs.
Meng Sheng was packing and handing things over.
Soon, thanks to the efforts of the two, the wooden house became empty.
Even the jade plates and bowls under the ruins of the collapsed kitchen were dug out and put away, regardless of whether they were broken or not, filling up the storage bag of about ten square meters.
The two of them then left together and headed home.
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