"You hold on and we'll be here soon." Changfeng comforted Zhen Ping'er behind him.

It turned out that when they were halfway, Zhen Ping'er's body suddenly had a fever, and her whole body was hot. Changfeng felt his back a little hot, but after a while, he heard Zhen Ping'er trembling behind his back and said:

"Link, so cold, Mr. Ping'er feels so cold..."

"Hold on, we'll be there," Changfeng said to her, speeding up, "We've already passed through the woods and are almost at the river."

"Leng, so cold, sir, can you hug me tightly?" Zhen Ping'er said in a daze.

Changfeng put down Zhen Ping'er behind him, took off his robe and wrapped it on her weak body, then picked her up, used his light skills, and rushed along the downstream of the river.

When they arrived at the village that Zhen Ping'er mentioned, it was already dark. Finally, they found a house with the lights on. Changfeng put down Zhen Ping'er at the door of the house and went up to knock on the door:

"Is anyone here?" Changfeng knocked on the door and asked.

"Here, come, so late, who is the mountain wilderness family?" asked an old voice.

"Old man, my father and daughter got lost in the mountains. My daughter unfortunately got infected with the cold. I hope the old man can take her in for one night." Changfeng begged outside the door.

The door opened with a "creak" sound, and the dim light in the room was scattered on Changfeng, who was covered with sweat. The village wind blew Changfeng's hair. At this time, Changfeng was like a desolate ghost with disheveled hair, which really scared the old man who opened the door. When he saw Zhen Ping's pale face in Changfeng's arms, he realized that the middle-aged scholar in front of him was really lost, and that his daughter was also very sick.

"This old man, please come in quickly." The old man hurriedly said, the people in the mountains and villages are simple and helpful.

"Old woman, hurry up and clean up the remaining bed in our house. We will sleep in that bed today, so that the husband's daughter will sleep in our bed. The husband's daughter is sick."

"Thank you, old man!" Changfeng was very grateful to him and said, "I gave up all his beds."

"Sir, let's put the lady in our bed first. The bed is still hot." The old man led Changfeng into their room.

"Old woman, get up quickly and get some food for the guests, and make a bowl of ginger soup for this lady." The old man said to the staggering old woman who came out of the room.

"Here, come, I know, don't you give me any instructions! Don't I know about this?" The old woman gave the old man a blank look.

"Thank you, old man!" Changfeng quickly thanked the old man for his thoughtful thought.

"Hurry and put this lady on the bed, the quilt is still warm!" the old man urged.

Changfeng quickly put Zhen Ping'er on the bed and covered her with a quilt. When he saw Zhen Ping'er with her lips blue, he couldn't help but feel ache. Then he sighed and sat by the bed to take her pulse. Fortunately, his master seemed to be an almost omnipotent person, so he also had an inquiry into medicine. Her pulse showed that she was infected with wind and cold, which was quite serious. If she didn't treat her, she might have life worries.

After a while, the old woman walked into the room.

"Sir, you should be a hero, right?" The old woman walked in with a bowl of steaming ginger soup.

"Old woman, I'll do it." Changfeng took it, but Changfeng did not answer the old woman's question.

"Old woman, don't ask, haven't you seen a sword wrapped around your waist? Of course, he is a hero with great martial arts skills!" The old man said, "It turned out that Changfeng took off the robe outside and wrapped it around Ping'er's body, and the soft sword around his waist was exposed, and the old couple saw it.

"I'm just asking, don't you need to say that to me?" the old woman complained.

"Sir, don't be surprised. This is the case with me. I am so old, how can I be curious?" The old man smiled at Changfeng.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just pretending to be self-defense. Actually, I don't know how to do martial arts at all." Changfeng was humble and concealed that he knew martial arts.

Changfeng turned around and sat down beside the bed, held the ginger soup and said to Zhen Ping'er:

"Ping'er, dad is feeding you ginger soup now, come and open your mouth." Changfeng can only hide their true identities as her dad.

Looking at Changfeng's clumsy appearance of feeding soup, he knew that he had no experience in caring for people. This was just pouring soup into people's faces! After a while, the corners of Zhen Ping'er's mouth were full of soup.

"Sir, let me come?" The old man couldn't help but whisper to Changfeng.

Changfeng couldn't help but blushed, and he couldn't help but handed the soup bowl to the old woman. Then he and the old man left the room and went to the outer hall.

"Old man, thank you for taking in our father and daughter tonight." Changfeng said thank you.

"No need to thank you. Our family can't come to our family for a year. It's our family's honor to be able to come to our family." The old man smiled.

"I wonder why sir got lost here?" the old man asked.

"We met bandits on the mountain and were wet from the rain, so the little girl was caught in the wind and cold, and she had a fever and cold. She was hungry and cold. Fortunately, she found this village, otherwise our father and daughter would starve to death on the mountain if they didn't die of illness."

"You have also encountered bandits. Those people are really inhumane. They burn, kill, loot, and women do everything they want. It's really hateful."

"Where did you meet bandits? I met some scum in the government, but how could you tell this simple mountain citizen?" Changfeng didn't want to implicate the couple, so he had to tell lies. If the group of men in black chased after him, they would better not know. "Yes. It's really inhumane. Fortunately, we left quickly when we saw the opportunity, so we escaped, hey!" After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh.

"If there are really bandits around here and if you have the chance, you will regard it as repaying the two old people for their intake and removing this harm that has caused trouble to the mountain village." Changfeng thought to himself.

"Sir, I'm probably hungry after walking such a long mountain road. The old man still has some food here. There is nothing good for the mountain. You can just use it." The old man brought out a plate of jerky venison and a pot of freshly burnt wine.

At that moment, Changfeng was not polite to the old man. He sat down and swallowed it. After a while, the things in front of him were swept away. His face was exhausted and he sat up straight with satisfaction. Only then did he realize that his taste was really big. As soon as he ate, he almost ate all the food for the old couple for a day. He felt embarrassed.

"Old man, I'm so hungry, so I ate more. I haven't asked the old man's name yet?"

"Sir, you are polite. These are just coarse grains in the mountains and fields, nothing, just take more hunting. At most, I'm a few years older than you. I think you shouldn't call me the old man in the future. My surname is Wang, just call me Brother Wang." The old man said politely.

Changfeng remembered that he was Zhen Ping'er's father now, and he was dressed as a middle-aged and elderly person at this time. No wonder the old man in front of him said that.

Changfeng calmed down the Shinto, "Then Brother Wang knows that there are towns nearby, and the little girl needs to buy medicine or something for her illness..."

"Don't worry, this gentleman, there is a collection about fifty miles away, called Mianyueji. There is a Baojitang Pharmacy shop on the restaurant. Where should I buy any medicine the teacher needs. Tonight, the husband will sleep in our room. Later, I will ask the husband to lay a layer of grass on the ground for you and get you a quilt. I believe it will not be cold. The husband can also take care of the daughter of Ling. We are in the room next to you."

"Thank you, Brother Wang, for your careful care. Changfeng is grateful and will definitely repay you in the future." Changfeng bowed to the end with the scholar's ritual.

"Sir, you're welcome. There's nothing wrong with this, but we don't have anything good here, don't be surprised." The old man was embarrassed and didn't know how to return the gift, so he could only watch him finish all this quietly.

"Where, where." Changfeng hurriedly said.

At this time, the old woman walked out of the room and said:

"The lady had drunk ginger soup, and her face was not as pale as she said she wanted to see you, and she could go in and see her."

Changfeng greeted the old couple, lowered his head and walked into the room.

"Ping'er, are you getting better?" Changfeng is now playing the role of a father, but the concern on his face is indeed true.

Zhen Ping'er slowly opened her eyes and looked at the middle-aged uncle who saved her twice. She struggled to get up, but was pressed into the quilt by Changfeng and could not move.

"Don't move. You are weak now and you should not get up, as you will catch a cold." Changfeng said anxiously.

"Now I am your father, you are my daughter. This is a village. You are infected with wind and cold. You are recuperating here for the time being. I will take care of you here and have a sleep with peace of mind!" Changfeng saw Zhen Ping'er's twitching lips and knew what she wanted to say, but she should not be too tired now, so Changfeng pressed down all her words in an instant. Changfeng pulled the quilt tightly to Zhen Ping'er's neck, hugged her weak body, and then put his clothes on the floor beside her bed.

Ping'er, who was sleeping in the quilt, thought in her heart how the good scholar suddenly became his daughter. But the most important thing now is that she can cure the disease and will talk about the others later.

Changfeng did not fall asleep all of a sudden. At this time, he was practicing martial arts. He was a big and small circle of qi, and a faint purple light appeared on his body. If Zhen Ping'er saw his situation, she would definitely be shocked. His realm was the purple energy of the martial arts level coming from the east. Changfeng's power was sensing a ten-meter radius. He now brought a target to be chased by others. It would be better to be careful. He couldn't help but calm down when he heard Zhen Ping'er's even breathing sound. He looked away further and found that the couple who were taking them next door were whispering. He originally disdained to use this method to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but when they were talking about themselves, they couldn't help but worry. For others, they are now the targets of others being hunted by others. It would be impossible to be careful.

"Old man, who do you think this gentleman is? It's quite mysterious? And when the girl woke up, she called that gentleman Mr. Feng, but was not called father." The old woman asked.

"Old woman, don't meddle in other people's business. I think that gentleman is full of righteousness and is not a bad person. They may be in trouble in the world. In order not to let us know our identities, they will bring us a disaster of killing. Okay, don't worry about it. Go to bed, and you will have to go up the mountain to cut down materials tomorrow morning." The old man said with a haha.

"This old man really has some eyesight. It seems that he has been out when he was young." Changfeng thought to himself, gathered his skills and then looked outside. Within a radius of dozens of feet, there were only the sounds of nocturnal animals and the sound of wind, and there was no other movement. If they chased him, it would be time to come. It seems that it is safe tonight. After taking over the skills, he fell asleep beside the bed.

Maybe he was too tired, maybe he felt that the danger had passed, Changfeng slept until midnight. When he felt his nose was a little oxygenated, a sneeze woke him up. When he woke up, he found that Zhen Ping'er scratched his nostrils with his hair. His sneeze was caused by her prank.

Changfeng looked at her slightly rosy face after a night of rest. The cute gaze in her eyes made him unable to get angry. He said immediately: "Your body has not recovered yet. Don't move too much. Have a good rest. I'll buy you some medicine and boil it for you to get it."

"Why are you so nice to me?" Zhen Ping'er asked seriously at Changfeng with her eyes staring at her.

Now Changfeng was asked, why did he treat her so well? Is it her beauty? She is very beautiful, as if she was masked when she first saw her. It was impossible for him to think about it for a long time and finally he thought of an answer he thought was right: "Because she is the first person he met in the past eight years except for his master." Because the first impression of a person is the most important.

"Maybe you look more like my daughter?" Changfeng said perfunctorily.

"Oh." She seemed to have realized the truth.

"You rest here. I'll go and get some medicine for you to a nearby pharmacy. Although your cold is suppressed by internal force, it's just a treatment method that is not a root cause. To cure your disease, it still depends on medication." Changfeng was afraid that she would ask any questions again, so he couldn't resist it, so he just found a legitimate reason to leave.

"Sir, don't go. If those people find this place, then I won't fall into their hands again?" Zhen Ping'er stretched out her hand and grabbed the hand that I was about to leave, begging with a look on her face.

Alas, why didn’t I expect this? Changfeng lamented that he had very little experience in the world, and he was probably worse than the weak girl in front of him!

"Does sir think I am a burden and want to take the opportunity to buy medicine and throw it away from Ping'er?" Zhen Ping'er remembered the sad situation in her heart, and as she spoke, she twitched in a low voice.

Looking at the girl crying in a low voice, Changfeng really didn't know that the girl in front of him was the one who was strong yesterday. Girls always showed their true hearts when they were most vulnerable. Especially for a strong and willful girl, there was such a person in front of him.

"How could my dad want my good daughter? This is how I will write a prescription and ask an old man here to buy medicine for me. Can I stay with you? "Changfeng replied again, wanting to comfort and happy the person in front of me.

"By the way, what should you call me now?" I asked her with a smile. And looked at her quietly, waiting for her to answer.

She held it in for a long time, and "Dad" finally spit out this word from her mouth. He treated her like this as avenge for her attitude towards him by the waterfall.

Changfeng took out paper and pen from the bag, wrote a prescription, and gave Mr. Wang five taels of silver. He wanted him to go to the collection to buy medicine, but he also told him to buy some food such as vegetables and wine. He didn't expect Mr. Wang to go out to cut the ingredient early in the morning and had not come back yet, so he could only wait until he came back in the afternoon before talking.

Changfeng went out to wash, and then the old woman had already brought their breakfast to their room and placed it on a small table beside the bed. A few steamed buns, two bowls of steaming porridge and a plate of pickles. Changfeng couldn't help swallowing after seeing it.

"Sir, please use it, I'll feed the lady." The old woman said to Changfeng with a smile on her face.

"Thank you sister-in-law!" Changfeng was polite, sat down and ate.

It's really delicious. Master in Piaolangu used to be very good at cooking, but he ate it again last night. He didn't find any taste after eating it. Now it's different. You can calm down and taste the flavor of the mountains. As expected, the difference is not the same level as Master. Master is good at everything, but the worst cooking rice. After eating this place today, the original delicious food is still unpalatable.

After a while, Changfeng swept away all the things on the table, and even the old woman who fed Zhen Ping'er to drink porridge and Zhen Ping'er watched him finish all this. When Changfeng found that they looked strange, he had already eaten everything in front of him.

"Sorry, the things made by the aunt are so delicious!" Changfeng blushed.

"Sir, don't eat more, I'll go to the kitchen to serve you." The old woman said.

"No need, Aunt Wang, I'm already very full and I can't eat anymore, thank you." Changfeng said with a blushing face and hurriedly.

After feeding Zhen Ping'er, the old woman staggered out of the room after packing the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Changfeng looked at Zhen Ping'er lying on the bed carefully. The woman was the most fragile at this time. Her pale face, slightly purple lips, and her faint breathing made Changfeng unable to help but leave this girl she didn't know. She was very beautiful, which is the reason!

Zhen Ping'er opened her beautiful eyes. A disease had tortured her watery eyes to no longer beautify, and her condition worsened again. Changfeng quickly held her weak hand. A ray of yang and true energy spread to every corner of her body along Zhen Ping'er's arms. Her face turned slightly rosy, her breathing became thicker, and her eyes also felt a little more energetic.

"Sir, don't waste your true energy anymore. It's useless. I'm almost out of here." Zhen Ping'er was angry but weak.
To be continued...