Chapter 543 A generation of heroes, a hero in his twilight years

At this moment, Feng Zhihe and I both stood in front of the bed, silent with heavy faces.

And Feng Changhe, the rough and bold Miao man, was now in a state of panic.

"Why can't I... sense the existence of the Golden Silkworm? Could it be..." He suddenly turned his head, looked at Feng Zhihe and asked: "Zhihe, was the Golden Silkworm taken away by the old man Ku Rong?"

Feng Zhihe did not say anything, but shook his head in silence.

"No? Then..." Feng Changhe frowned, but then he was suddenly shocked.

"Could it be that the Golden Silkworm has cut off contact with me and has fallen into the legendary state of dozing?"

As Feng Changhe said this, he seemed to have been completely drained of strength. His chest rose and fell violently several times, and then, with a "puff" sound, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Feng!" I hurried forward, but Feng Changhe waved his hands and panted and said, "I'm fine."

"Brother, the Golden Silkworm has indeed fallen into a state of dozing, but old man Ku Rong has also been seriously injured. Not only was he poisoned by the Golden Silkworm, but I also chopped him in the chest with a knife. Although he escaped, I guess he will not survive." Feng Zhihe said on the side.

"That's great, that's great." Feng Changhe forced a smile, then looked at me and asked, "How is Chujiu?"

I hurriedly said, "Uncle Feng, Chujiu is fine, he is resting next door."

"I'm glad you're okay." Feng Changhe let out a long breath, then raised his head and looked at me and Feng Zhihe. Seeing that we both had gloomy faces, he smiled and said, "Zhihe, this time, my Feng family should have survived the crisis, and even the Iceberg Snow Lotus has been taken back. It won't be long before the old man will fully recover. By then, my Feng family will once again be prosperous. This is a good thing. Why are you so gloomy?"

After saying that, he looked at me again, "And you, Zhang Qianyu, you and Chujiu are finally married. This is a great joy and worth celebrating. When your Grandpa Feng recovers, I will arrange a wedding for you and Chujiu."

"Uh..." I shook my head when I heard that, and then said, "Uncle Feng, I'm only eighteen years old, not yet of legal marriage age."

"As a man of the world, why do you care so much? But you're indeed a little young. Let me arrange an engagement banquet for you first, and then in a few years, when your shameless master comes back from the underworld, we'll hold the wedding."

Feng Changhe laughed after he finished speaking, but I could see that his smile was forced. In his slightly cloudy eyes, there was a hint of loneliness, like a hero in his twilight years.

I know that Feng Changhe has already noticed the problem with his body. His Qi Sea is like a deflated balloon, and can no longer hold Qi. This kind of thing cannot be hidden from a master like Feng Changhe.

However, Feng Changhe is a great hero of the Miao region. Even if the sky collapses in front of him, he will not change his expression. At least, he will not show weakness or sadness in front of a young man like me.

With this thought in mind, I took a deep breath and said to Feng Changhe, "Uncle Feng, I'll go call Chu Jiu and Chu Ran."

"No, let them rest." Feng Changhe waved his hand and asked, "Why do I feel... my internal organs are warm, and a warm current seems to be flowing slowly in my meridians. Wherever it passes, my damaged meridians seem to be repaired. Is this the work of Yi Zimai?"

I nodded and said, "Uncle Feng, Qin Jianing gave you the Yang Shen Pill. I guess it's the effect of the Yang Shen Pill that is nourishing your body and your eight extraordinary meridians."

"Spirit-Nourishing Pill?" Feng Chanhe must have known about such a precious thing as the Spirit-Nourishing Pill. When he heard this, he was immediately shocked: "I was injured... before. Do I need to use the Spirit-Nourishing Pill?"

Feng Zhihe and I didn't say anything when we heard this. Feng Changhe took a deep breath, then turned to Feng Zhihe and said, "Don't disclose my injury to the outside world for now, especially... the fact that the Golden Silkworm has entered a dormant state. Remember not to let the outside world know."

"Brother, don't worry, I have blocked the news. Except for a few direct descendants, I haven't notified anyone else." Feng Zhihe said.

"Yeah." Feng Changhe nodded, then looked at me and said, "During this period, you may have to work hard, Qianyu. I am injured, and the Golden Canglong has fallen into a dozing state. My cultivation seems to be..." He shook his head when he said this, and it was obvious that he already knew his physical condition.

Then he continued, "The responsibility of my Feng family may have to be entrusted to Chujiu, but Chujiu is a woman after all, and because of her strong personality, she is too likely to act on her own when encountering things. So during this period, you have to work hard to help Chujiu share more of the burden."

"Don't worry, Uncle Feng, I will stay in the Feng family during this period until Grandpa Feng recovers and the Feng family is stable." I said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good, I was right about you." Feng Changhe smiled bitterly: "Thinking back then, I was quite resistant to your marriage with Chujiu. At that time, Chujiu was only two years old and you were just born. No one knew what kind of person you would be in the future. As a parent, I definitely hope that my daughter can find a man worthy of relying on to spend the rest of her life. Qianyu, you won't be angry when I say this, right?"

"How could that be, Uncle Feng, you are also considering Chujiu."

At this moment, I can feel that even Feng Changhe, a great hero, can hardly hide the grief in his heart.

After all, the destruction of one's cultivation is too great a blow to a person. It is very difficult for Feng Changhe to remain calm.

"Thanks to your Grandpa Feng, you made the final decision on your engagement with Chujiu. Otherwise, you and Chujiu would not have so many entanglements, and this world would have lost a good story.". 7

At this point, Feng Changhe seemed to be reminiscing about something, perhaps reminiscing about Chujiu's mischievous experiences when he was young, or perhaps recalling every bit of his time with little Chujiu.

"Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, I'm old, and Chujiu is getting married."

At this point, he sighed, and then he coughed violently like an old man who had been ill for a long time.

"Uncle Feng, how are you? Do you need me to call Qin Jianing?" I asked anxiously.

Feng Changhe just waved his hands and said weakly: "You haven't slept all night either, go and have a rest. And Zhihe, you should also have a rest. I want to be alone...quiet and quiet!"