The two lines of the bottom line are vigorous and powerful, obviously from a man's hand.

Looking back on the sacrificial texts left by Mr. Xin in the black sarcophagus, the handwriting is different from the last two lines on the stone wall. After thinking about it, it can only be written by Juhualang.

I guess before he regretted marriage, the two must have been in a relationship. Xin Li went to Chunshui Village, and he was with him. Xin Li traveled through mountains and rivers, and he was guarding him.

One is a gentle and elegant young man, and the other is a beautiful and charming and talented woman, made of heaven and earth, perfect for her.

Mu Changfeng sighed for a long time and felt deeply regretful of the two's parting ways.

The heavy rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the soft moonlight shone on the bottom of the cliff.

The air after the rain was particularly fresh, the fragrance of the soil, the fragrance of plants, trees and vines blew into the cave with a breeze. The candle flames on the table were clearly extinguished, and the blue candle tears flowed down drop by drop.

After picking up the wick, I found a note pressed under the candlestick. When I opened it, I saw it and it said: All the lingerie and bedding in the hole were coated with anticorrosion, which was not harmful to the body. People who accidentally entered this place can use it at will. There is a pond near the wetland, where water chestnuts can be collected to fill the belly.

Mu Changfeng was overjoyed and felt very moved. Senior Sister Xin lived here and was thinking about the people who were in trouble. Not only did she provide clothes and bedding, but she also pointed out how to fill her stomach. She was so kind that she was rare in the world. This note can be kept for twenty years and is still as new as before. It must have been applied with antiseptic drugs. Senior Sister Xin is really capable.

According to the method specified on the note, some water chestnuts and water chestnuts were picked out from the moonlight, and a pot of thick porridge was cooked in the hole, put a bowl on it and brought it to the bed, saying, "Miss Fang, can you hear me talking? Can you get up and eat something?"

Fang Xiaomei fell asleep in a drowsy manner, motionless.

Mu Changfeng had no other choice but to put a bowl of porridge water again, pinched her mouth and poured it into it spoonful by spoonful.

After serving Fang Xiaomei, he drank enough porridge, and he ate the remaining dry porridge and meditated cross-legged on the hole wall.

Unfortunately, my thoughts were upset and I couldn't calm down. The incredible scenes of things before falling off the cliff hit my heart.

He Shuhui does not allow others to hurt Fang Xiaomei, why did she do something that hurts her?

The fire burned Baiyun Village and destroyed all the demon and ghost tribes. Fang Xiaomei's wounds broke open again, and her methods were extremely cruel. Her words and deeds were so contradictory.

Did Fang Xiaomei accidentally do something to be sorry for her? He Shuhui stayed in Baiyunzhuang in order to avenge her revenge. After getting along for a long time, she had sisterly friendship, and it was difficult for love and hatred to go to extremes?

Grandma Hai's behavior was abnormal, and perhaps it was not intentional to make things difficult for Fang Xiaomei. As a god clan, Grandma Hai knew everything and must have known Fang Xiaomei's unusual skills. She knew that she would not die even if she fell on the bluestone, so she deliberately did it.

Mu Changfeng opened his eyes, got up and walked to the bed. Fang Xiaomei frowned slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and her face was pale, which made people feel pity for her.

If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, Mu Changfeng would never believe that this soft and weak woman would have saved her life if she was hit by a fatal sword and then smashed her bones and broke her bones.

"Who are you? What kind of grudges do you have with Yulong Pavilion? Senior Sister Xin wants to kill you. Is it not to avenge your own personal grudges, but to get rid of a disaster for Yulong Pavilion?" Mu Changfeng murmured to himself in a low voice, reasoningly telling him that Fang Xiaomei is definitely not as simple as it seems. This woman is scheming and good at hiding. She should kill her at this time to avoid future troubles for Yulong Pavilion.

But selfishly told him that this woman was the one who moved him and killed her lover with her own hands, which was too cruel and cold-blooded.

After several hesitation and thinking, Mu Changfeng sighed softly and whispered: "I promised He Shuhui not to hurt you, and taking advantage of others' danger is not done by a man. No matter what grudges you have with Yulong Pavilion, I hope you will show mercy when you take revenge and do not hurt innocent people. Even if Yulong Pavilion does something that is sorry for you, you will be injustice and debt, and you will find whoever you have a grudge. I have nothing to say to you. If you cut your enemies into pieces, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The candle fire in the cave trembled twice, and suddenly turned into a strange green color. Two ghost auras attacked. Mu Changfeng jumped up, pulled out the Chixiao sword, walked to the entrance of the cave, and looked in the direction where the ghost aura was transmitted.

The water candles and cattails in the wetland swayed. Under the moonlight, a hunched and thin old man was wading from afar. Behind him was an old boy, who was also as thin as firewood, and his hands and feet were used together, making it difficult to move.

They had a strong ghost spirit, without a trace of hostility. Mu Changfeng knew that he had met a kind ghost clan, and his anxiety disappeared.

Before the old man took the lead, he waited for half an hour before he arrived at the cliff. When the child arrived three steps away from the old man, he stopped and looked up at the top of the cliff.

Mu Changfeng watched intently, and his heart suddenly felt sad. The child was pitifully thin, his legs were as thin as dead branches, and his right leg was deformed and twisted. No wonder he was so slow to move. It turned out to be a severely disabled person.

The child rested for a while, climbed forward for more than ten steps, grabbed a vine, and climbed to the top of the cliff with great effort. The old man's body was like a stone statue, motionless, and he looked up at him.

The cliff is more than a hundred feet high and the stone wall is slippery. Even if it is a person like Mu Changfeng who has been practicing magic since childhood, it is difficult for a person with a profound Taoist practice to climb up. What's more, he is a child with broken legs.

The child's temperament was unexpectedly tough, and his legs were not strong enough. He only relied on his thin hands, sometimes holding vines, sometimes holding dead trees, sometimes holding raised stones, and climbed with all his strength.

The old man said kindly: "Continue, Agu, keep climbing up, grandpa believes you will definitely do it."

Mu Changfeng immediately remembered a scene that happened in the Suzhou City Restaurant. He originally thought that "Agu Rock Climbing" was a long-standing story, but he didn't expect that this story was not only not long, but also happened in front of him.

Three hours passed, and with his perseverance, Agu climbed to more than fifty feet.

Three hours are nothing in the eyes of ordinary ghosts. For Agu, who has disabled legs, it seems like three hundred years have passed, and every moment is full of pain and torture.

He suddenly started to cry, and his heartbroken cry sounded in the quiet night, and everyone who heard it was sad.

The old man shed tears silently and lowered his head, unable to bear to look at it again.

Mu Changfeng said: "Little brother, if you can't climb up, don't climb anymore. What do you want to go to the top of the cliff? Brother can help you."

The old man looked at Mu Changfeng with gratitude. Agu listened but refused to hear it. As the sound of sobs continued to climb to the top of the cliff.
Chapter completed!