C19 The First Generation Medicine King Passed away

At the top of Broken Wind Cliff, a man dressed in green stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the scenery of Butterfly Valley.

"Brother Zhao!" How have you been! " Leng Tiexin called out to the man from behind.

The man did not turn back as he continued to look at the scenery below the cliff. "Brother Leng sure knows how to find a place. No wonder I was unable to find a trace of you despite searching for more than twenty years."

"Haha!" If Brother Zhao likes it, you can also build a cottage under the cliff to enjoy the scenery every day! " Leng Tiexin walked up to the man

The green robed man looked up at the sky and replied, "Brother Leng, I appreciate your kindness. However, I haven't been able to get the treasure map from you for a day. How can I be happy here?"

Leng Tiexin shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that after twenty years, your ambition hasn't diminished at all! I have been hiding for more than twenty years, hoping that Brother Zhao would give up. Now, it seems that I can only meet Brother Zhao's sabre and soldiers. For the peace of the Divine Martial Great Land, why would I regret burying this Broken Wind Cliff? "

The green robed man turned his head around. It was a man with loose long hair, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. There was a long scar on the left side of his face, making him look extremely cold and fiendish.

"If that's the case, then I, Zhao, will experience Brother Leng's twenty-odd years of cultivation!" As he spoke, he drew out his long sword, and in an instant, the sword qi attacked people. At this moment, the sword in his hand was like a phantom, thrusting straight towards Leng Tiexin.

Leng Tiexin threw down the bamboo basket and brandished his walking stick to defend himself. The two of them suddenly jumped up and down on the top of the cliff, the broken leaves floating up. After a few rounds of fighting, the two of them landed on the ground and stood straight with their backs to each other.

Leng Tiexin held onto his walking stick as a stream of blood slowly flowed down the cane. However, he did not see the wound.

Zhao Xuan grasped his sword and pointed it downwards. The tip of his sword was stained with blood as a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Leng Tiexin laughed, "I did not expect Brother Zhao's cultivation to soar. I am convinced of my defeat, but I am unable to tell you about the treasure map."

Zhao Xuan did not reply for a moment. At this moment, his body was also heavily injured. Finally, he said in a low voice, "Brother, you are overbearing. Although I won half a move, I am also heavily injured. With that, he flew towards the woods.

Seeing Zhao Xuyan leave, Leng Tiexin fell to his knees and opened his shirt. Numerous sword wounds covered his entire chest, the most fatal of which was aimed straight at his chest.

He had just used his many years of cultivation to forcefully suppress the eruption of his wound, but at this moment, he was like a man made of blood. He struggled to stand up and laughed bitterly, "Unexpectedly, countless people have been saved. I have no choice but to cure myself!" He walked to the edge of the cliff and left with the wind.

At the foot of the mountain, Ling Tian was fixing up the thatched cottage. Leng Xingmeng was washing her clothes by the river when she suddenly discovered that there was a stream of water mixed with traces of blood flowing down the river.

Ling Tian turned around and saw that Leng Xingmeng was acting strangely. He let go of the work in his hands and followed behind her.

When the two of them arrived at the rocks upstream, they saw an old man holding a hostage lying on the ground in the water. Blood gradually dyed the entire stream red.

Leng Xingmeng slowly walked over, when she was near, her eyes were already filled with tears, she took a few steps forward, and could no longer control herself, crying out loudly, she rushed over and knelt in the water to pick up the old man, and held onto his chest, and shouted loudly: "Father! Father! Don't you leave Dream! "Father!"

Ling Tian took out the embroidered box given to him by the Cold Heart Iron and took out a Soul Recovery Pill, stuffing it into his mouth.

After a while, Leng Tiexin slowly opened his eyes. He saw that his daughter was crying so hard, so he tried to help her wipe the tears away. Leng Xingmeng held onto Leng Tiexin's hand, touched her face and cried, "Father! Come! Meng'er will take you home! "

Leng Tiexin shook his head powerlessly. At this moment, he no longer had the strength to speak, so he moved his head towards Ling Tian.

Ling Tian held onto Leng Tiexin and said anxiously, "Senior! You have been practicing medicine your entire life, so you must have a way to yourself, right? Tell me, I'll go pick the herbs now. "

Leng Tiexin said in a soft voice, "It's no use!" Zhao Xuan's sword had already pierced through my heart, no one can save me! In the future, you must be careful when you see him. Although he is also heavily injured by me, he will recover after three months. You can't stay here anymore. "

After saying that, his heart exploded once again as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He placed his hands on Ling Tian's and said with his last breath, "I shall leave Meng Er to you! "You must …"

Before he finished speaking, his hand, which was holding onto Ling Tian, fell down powerlessly.

"Senior!" Senior! " Ling Tian shouted.

At this moment, Leng Xingmeng's face was blank. She carried Leng Tiexin in her arms and walked home with difficulty.

Ling Tian did not go over to help her. He knew that she would not let him catch her, so he could only silently follow behind.

In front of the latrine, Leng Xingmeng leaned against a tree with Leng Tiexin in her arms. She combed his hair and tidied his clothes as she mumbled, "Father! You said it before, once we find the person who can take the treasure map, we can live a bland life in the Valley of the Butterfly.

As if he had seen her, Ling Tian felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart. Let's bury this senior! " This was the first time he had called her that. However, the previous fierce and cruel Leng Xingmeng didn't curse him again.

Leng Xingmeng did not reply to Ling Tian as she muttered to herself, "Father! You also said that after you died, you must be buried on Broken Wind Cliff, because you liked to stand there and look at Butterfly Valley. At that time, I was still very young, and I angrily ignored you! Now you can finally do as you wish. "

Sitting under the tree with Leng Xingmeng until the next morning, Ling Tian picked up his hoe and called out to Leng Xingmeng, "Xingmeng! Senior has already left, I think it's also a kind of release for him, he's already tired of the world's cunning. If you fight for him, we'll just let him be buried at the Broken Wind Cliff. "

Leng Xingmeng hugged her father and stood up slowly. She was already extremely exhausted from the attack and sleepless night, so much so that she swayed left and right as she walked. Ling Tian walked over and took Leng Tiexin's body. The two of them wordlessly walked to the top of Broken Wind Cliff.

After the burial, Ling Tian took out a piece of rough wood and placed it on top of the grave, "The Tomb of the Medicine King, Leng Tiexin".

Leng Xingmeng knelt on the grave, refusing to leave until the afternoon when she finally collapsed due to exhaustion.

Ling Tian carried her back to the thatched cottage under the cliff and grabbed a pheasant to make chicken soup, but she did not touch a single drop of it. Ling Tian was also helpless as he sat on the bed comforting her.

On the third day, while Ling Tian was repairing the weeds at the entrance, he heard a weak voice calling out to him, "Ling Tian! I'm hungry! "

Ling Tian turned around and saw Leng Xingmeng's pale face. He revealed a faint smile and said, "Alright! I'll do it for you right now! "

After eating two bowls of porridge, her face gradually turned rosy. She put down the bowls and looked straight at Ling Tian, "Ling Tian! Are you still willing to be my subordinate? "

Ling Tian nodded, "Of course I'm willing! Not just two years, if you are willing, I will accompany you until I fall! "

Leng Xingmeng's originally better face instantly broke down in tears. She walked up to Ling Tian and threw herself into his embrace, sobbing, "Thank you! Thank you, Ling Tian! "

Ling Tian rubbed her head, unable to say anything.

The next day, Ling Tian woke up early, wanting to go cook dinner. When he walked out of his room, he saw Leng Xingmeng washing clothes by the stream, and the corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile as he said softly, "I will definitely accompany you!"

After eating, he went to the river side and helped Leng Xingmeng wash her clothes, saying: "Come with me to Lin Huang City! "It's not safe here, I will definitely take revenge for your father!"

Leng Xingmeng stopped what she was doing and looked straight at Ling Tian as she shook her head, "I don't want to leave this place!"

Ling Tian then stroked her hair and said, "I promise you! I will definitely bring you back after I take revenge for your father! "

Leng Xingmeng stood up and looked straight at Ling Tian, saying in a low voice, "En!"

The two of them packed, cleaned the house, closed the wooden door, and walked up the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Leng Xingmeng turned around and looked at that thatched cottage with reluctance.

Ling Tian pulled her hand and said softly, "We will definitely come back!" With that, the two walked up the mountain.