The doctor has made it very clear that the operation was successful, the broken bone has been removed, and the rest depends on his own luck. Now it seems that the good fortune of the unhappy flowers has come to an end, and time is really running out.

"Xiaoman, Qiu Min, you take Wenwen down first, rest assured, Hua Bule's operation was very successful, and he is now in a state of recovery, the doctor said that it is normal to vomit blood occasionally, you go and make him some porridge, put more meat, he needs to make up for it." That suffocated the girls.

The door was closed, and there were only three old men left in the room.

"You...... Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you seen anyone hurt? Hua Bule sat up against the wall, he was still weak and spoke a little slurred, but he had done his best to not appear so sluggish in front of his two brothers.

"Why didn't you tell me when you weren't feeling well? If you had sought medical attention as soon as possible, it would not have been delayed until now. Ma Chengfeng reproached him and asked.

"I thought I could protect my organs with my true qi, but I blame me, I've been greedy for a cup these days."

Na Xi said: "Cheng Feng, do you think we should take him to find the old ghost of Baishan again?" ”

Ma Chengfeng said that even if it is an old ghost in Baishan, I am afraid it is enough to choke. He healed strange diseases, and now Hua Bu is suffering from hard wounds, he can't use witchcraft and long-lost strange recipes to magically heal the wounds of his internal organs and then reduce inflammation, right?

"Then let's go find the blue butterfly! They Hongjuan Sect will wish you the arts, there must be a way to save him! "That's all in the head. In fact, he himself knows in his heart that there is not much chance, but he still has to give hope to his good brothers.

Ma Chengfeng sat on the edge of the kang and handed a cigarette to Hua Bule to light for him. The seriously ill number is not allowed to smoke and drink, but at this time, Ma Chengfeng gave him a cigarette, firstly to relieve his pain and distract him, and secondly, to announce that he had given up treatment.

Hua Bule took a hard puff, this puff was directly wrapped in half a cigarette, and then like an old smoker, he spit out the smoke ring with a face full of enjoyment. "I'm hopeless, am I?"

Ma Chengfeng looked back at Na Xiu, who was speechless.

"What else do you want? Is there a place you'd like to go? He asked expressionlessly.

Hua Bule threw away the cigarette, squinted his eyes, stared blankly at the southwest direction outside the window, and then said slowly: "I want to go back to Jianjiang Valley." ”

Jianjiang Valley is located in the upper reaches of the Jianjiang River and is a very old water vein in South China. Jianjiang Valley is located in the mountains and is the place where Hua Bule his master Hua Arm practiced. Now that he can say such a thing, he must also hope that after his death, he will be buried in the feng shui treasure land of Jianjiang Valley like his master.

"Will I make it back to the end?" He asked again.

"Ask yourself this, let's go right away!" That's all Ma Chengfeng and Na Xiu can do for him, send him on his last journey, and be benevolent and righteous!

Just go, his condition is very unstable, and he can't be delayed!

Everyone simply packed up overnight, and Lei Wenwen had a shroud in the bag on her back. Hua Bule loves beauty, she also prepared some cosmetics for him that only women can use, even if he really leaves, she must let him go.

The unhappy situation on the road did not improve at all, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and occasionally coughing up blood.

Jianjiang is about 600 kilometers away from Rehe, and it takes about ten hours to drive down the line of Beijing-Guangzhou, only to see the mother river that grows with Hua Bule, Jianjiang!

Maybe it's a return to the light, the car drove off the highway and came to Jianjiang, Hua Bule had a spirit. He asked Lei Wenwen to help him get out of the car and take two steps. His current physical condition is not suitable for walking, and it is easy to break open the freshly sewn knife cut. But he didn't have much time to do, so he could only try to fulfill his wishes, and everyone didn't stop him.

Hua Bule walked to the bank of the turbulent Jianjiang River, picked up the river water and took a sip. Although the river is a little muddy, everyone has a kind of attachment to the mother river in their memory.

"It's home...... I'm home...... Hehe......"

"Hmmm! It's home! I'm back with you! Are you going to take me to incense the master? Lei Wenwen asked with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, I will take you to meet the master, if the master is still alive, I will probably be angry with me, how can there be a flower thief who marries a wife just after getting off the mountain? Hehe...... I'm an incompetent flower thief! Hua Bule smiled bitterly.

The more Wenwen listened, the more sad she became, and she cried while holding Hua Bule's hand.

The road in the mountains is extremely difficult to walk, and the mountains here are different from the mountains in the north, and no one knows the way except for the flowers. Everyone could only park the car on the riverside for the time being, and then take turns carrying Hua Bule on their backs and walking towards the mysterious valley according to his guidance.

The scenery on both sides of the Jianjiang River is quite Jiangnan style, some small fishing villages are built by the water, the small villages are not big, that is, more than 100 households, the farmers usually do not farm in this season, most of them rely on fishing for a living. Walking up the Jianjiang River, the terrain is getting higher and higher, and some small mountain villages are built on cliffs, but the folk customs here are different from other places, and almost no one in the village is willing to go out to work, and every household is prosperous.

"Brother Hua, how far is it? Can you still do it? "Then ask him.

"It's okay, I can hold on to it!" Hua Bule lay on his back, looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the strait, his thoughts drifted farther and farther, as if he had returned to his childhood.

Everyone walked up the river, about another more than an hour, and finally saw a fairy mountain in front of them at noon, and the mountain pass was an intersection, and there was a village on the left and right. Further up the hill was the road in the middle of the village, where a deep narrow valley led a stone path that zigzagged out, and the lower part, though low-lying, was surrounded by a cloud of mist.

This is the mysterious Jianjiang Valley.

"It's beautiful! I didn't expect your home to be such a place with birds singing and flowers? Chang Xiaoman stood at the entrance of the valley and took a deep breath, the pure natural aromatic air in the valley was intoxicating.

"It used to be more beautiful than it is now, I haven't been back for two years, but I'm afraid that the valley has long been a scene of dead branches and willows!" Hua Bule jumped off Naxiu's back, and insisted on finishing the last stretch of the road by himself.

The stone steps are very deep, and the stone steps are covered with moss, which looks like a lot of ancient sites. When you approach the entrance to the valley, there is a stone monument in front of you. The stele is dilapidated, but the last one is vaguely recognizable as "Guan", and it should be a Taoist temple in front of it.

"Interesting, I didn't expect the famous flower thief to be a monk?" Ma Chengfeng said with a smile.

"Huh...... The master often walks the streets and alleys to deceive those innocent girls as the head of the exorcism, but when he gets older, he is a little powerless, and every time he brings back the big girl from outside, he can only look at Wangmei to quench his thirst. Hua Bule smiled bitterly.

(End of chapter)