But no.

Hong Hui had almost used all the precious medicinal materials treasured in Hongmen, but he still couldn't get Jing Zhaomei's high fever down.

Not only did the fever not go away, but the fever became more severe.

If it drags on like this, Jing Zhaomei may not be able to wait for the dawn of the next day.

Now the only way is to hurry to the bottom of the mountain to find the miraculous doctor Li Miaochun who lives in seclusion in the town.

However, now that it is raining so heavily outside, it is not possible at all, let alone traveling in the rain, and I am afraid that it is difficult to identify the direction......

However, Hong Hui did not hesitate in the slightest.

Wrap Jingzhaomei tightly with a big gun, don't blow the wind, and then, wrap Jingzhaomei with rain gear outside, and go down the mountain.

Zhu Ji and Sheng Tang hurriedly stopped him at the door, and begged loudly: No, master, now, it's raining so heavily outside,

The rain is pervasive, the road is long and slippery, and there are constant mudslides at the top of the mountain, so even for your skill, it is dangerous to venture down the mountain.

Don't say it's saving the fourth junior brother, I'm afraid even you will ...... I think, you better wait until dawn and the rain is lighter before going, Jiren has his own natural appearance, and the fourth brother will be fine for the time being.

Hong Hui suddenly sank his face, no one slapped them, and roared loudly: Get out, get out of here, don't say it, what is my fate,

As long as I can save Mei'er's life, whether it is life, death, broken bones, no matter what, I will take a risk.

Okay, don't talk about it, now, I've made up my mind, even if I trade my own life with Mei'er, I won't hesitate.

In the end, Hong Hui finally braved the rain to go down the mountain and arrived safely at the divine doctor Li Miaochun.

Under Li Miaochun's Ruchun Miaomiao's hands, Jing Zhaomei finally turned the corner, and the high fever slowly subsided.

That time, Hong Hui stayed in front of Jing Zhaomei's bed for three days and three nights without closing his eyes, and he didn't even leave to change out of his muddy wet clothes.

And Jing Zhaomei kept holding Hong Hui's hand and shouted softly: Daddy...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master......

In the night rain, I suddenly remembered a thunderbolt that woke up Jing Zhaomei's memory buried in the deepest part of her heart.

Jing Zhaomei's hands suddenly became stronger, and his ten fingers were even inserted into the mud all over the ground, as if he was carrying out an unprecedented confession.

He knelt in the mud on the ground, letting tears and despair beat his guilty nerves, and then, clasping his hands tightly over his ears, said loudly:

No, no, it's all fake, it's all an illusion created by your flute to confuse my audition.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have begun to believe that the scene he had just seen was not fake, because in the depths of his memory, there had indeed been such a scene.

Thinking of this, he had fallen into deep despair and self-reproach, knelt there, kept holding his head to the ground, and muttered:

Ah, if all this is true, then, all these five years, my hatred for him...... And the conspiracy I have done against him tonight......

Ah, no, what the hell have I done? I actually treated me like my own father to my master and did such a rebellious thing.

Although Jing Yunfei gave me flesh and blood, blood and soul, it was the master Hong Hui who raised me for fifteen years who really gave me life.

I...... I...... What have I done in the past five years?

Lan Yutang's flute voice seemed to be affected by Jing Zhaomei's emotions, and slowly stopped, and then, with his hands behind his back, he looked at him and said:

It seems that you have awakened, and now, you are only feeling fear and guilt for the sins you have committed against your master Hong Hui for so many years.

In fact, in the deepest part of your memory, you have always clearly remembered the master's love for you and his care for you, which makes you so contradictory when you are burdened with the hatred of killing your father.

That's why you keep forcing yourself to hate him, and use the idea that he is your father's revenge to temporarily suppress those surging guilt.

Even today, when you carried out this rebellious killing of your master Hong Hui, in fact, your heart still loves him deeply and respects him.

You just won't admit it.

Five years later, when you are preparing for revenge, the reason why you incite Wei Shan, incite Zhu Ji to rebel against Hong Hui, and go to this forest of death to stop the immortal phoenix,

It's not just that you don't want me to sabotage your plot, but you don't want to watch Hong Hui and watch the person you have always loved and respected in your heart fall in front of you.

Because you can't bear it, because your heart has always loved him deeply and respected him, and you are even more afraid that you can't stand it for a while and stop me from killing him,

Therefore, in the contradictory thoughts of revenge or revenge, you have to keep emphasizing that he is your father's killer and forcing yourself to hate him.

Am I right?

Jing Zhaomei didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, so he knelt there desperately and resolutely, holding his head in his hands, and kept shouting:

Oh, no, no, it's an illusion, it's all an illusion you created with the sound of the immortal flute, oh yes, it must be so, yes.

Although he said this, in his heart, deep in his heart, there was a voice that kept calling softly: Master, master, master......

It was the five-year-old Jing Zhaomei, who had been hidden in his heart and was originally kind and kind, and called to his master and father when he was seriously ill.

It was also at that time that Hong Hui, the lightning knife who had been hiding his emotions, opened his heart to him completely unguardedly, showing the feelings that a loving father should have.

Jing Zhaomei always felt that it was the best moment of his life.

He even complained about why his illness recovered so quickly, because one more day of illness, the tenderness of the master and the love of the master would infiltrate him for one more day.

This kind of good memory lasted until he learned that his master was his father's killer.

Since then, the nameless hatred that swelled up from his heart has bounced down on the originally beautiful memories and has been bounced into the depths of his heart.

He kept forcing himself to forget that good memory.

Because the better the memories, the more painful Jing Zhaomei's heart will be when facing the revenge of killing his father.

Jing Zhaomei originally thought that he had suppressed that beautiful memory, and when he only had hatred for Lightning Knife Honghui in his heart, but Lan Yutang's flute voice revived that memory.

That's why he's in more pain.

The rain was getting heavier, and there was no sense of stopping.

Although the rain was heavy, it could not wash away the mistake he had made in his heart to kill his master.

Although the rain was heavy and cold, Lan Yutang's whole body was already soaked, but his voice was still heavy, and the boiling blood almost melted Jing Zhaomei, and said:

Before this, it was always you who forced yourself to believe that Hong Hui was your father-killing enemy, and you had to watch him fall in front of you.

However, your heart cannot deceive yourself, because deep down in your heart, there is more affection for Hong Hui but respect and love.