"Lingling, you damn girl, you've been on vacation for several days, and you're just thinking about coming to see me today?" A kind and thin old man walked out of the house, "Who is this young man?"

"It's a friend of mine, named Ling Feng and Xiao Feng. This is Grandpa Xing who teaches me kung fu."

"Hello Grandpa Xing."

Mr. Xing nodded with a smile, but was secretly surprised, because he could see that behind Ling Feng's simple and peaceful temperament, there was a faint feeling of dust removal. This was definitely not something that ordinary people could do, but I wonder how Lingling met such a person?

"Come in the house quickly."

"Grandpa Xing," Ding Ling sat on the pot and said straight to the point, "Did you lose your bronze medal?"

"I haven't lost it, what's wrong?"

"Xiaofeng picked up a bronze medal that was exactly the same as yours."

"What did you say?" Mr. Xing's face immediately changed, "Take it out and I'll take it out!"

Ling Feng took out the bronze medal and handed it to Mr. Xing. Mr. Xing was excited to take over the bronze medal, then got up and took out his bronze medal in the inner room. The two bronze medals were tightly matched together, forming a complete oval!

This was originally as Ling Feng expected, so there was no abnormal fluctuation in his eyes. However, Ding Ling and Mr. Xing were a little excited.

"Xiaofeng, where did you pick it up?"

"When I cut the bamboo, I found a small bamboo house on the stone plaza in the bamboo sea. This bronze medal was found in that bamboo house. Grandpa Xing, you must know the origin of this bronze medal, right?"

"This bronze medal belongs to my uncle," Mr. Xing calmed down his mood, narrowed his old eyes slightly, as if he was in deep memories. "In order to avoid the evil man's success, the master broke the bronze medal in half and handed it to my master and my uncle, and asked us to go our separate ways. He said that a great disaster would come in the future, but the master did not leave, saying that he wanted to repay our karma debt. At that time, I was just a ten-year-old boy and didn't know anything. I only remember that the master and uncle were kneeling in front of the master and cried. Later, after the master said something, they stopped crying. The master took me away. The master also obeyed the master's words and said that he would go back to his hometown to avoid it. As a result, just a few days after we left, the country called for the four olds to be destroyed and the Taoist temple where we were..."

"Grandpa Xing, you are a Taoist priest? No wonder...no wonder you..."

"Don't get married, right?" Mr. Xing was not angry at Ding Ling's interruption. "In fact, after the four old days were eliminated, many Taoist priests later got married and had children, and I was no exception. It was just that she died to save me. I didn't want to get married again."

Speaking of this, Mr. Xing actually showed a satisfied smile. I believe that the woman who loved him deeply had always been unforgettable to him, so when he looked back in his old age, he still felt a sweet taste. "She likes flowers the most, so I plant flowers for her. With these flowers, I feel more at ease."

Hearing this, although the old man had a satisfied smile on his face, Ding Ling's nose felt a little sore. She had learned from the old man for more than ten years, but she had never heard the old man talk about these old events, and she didn't know why Grandpa Xing was so capable, so why did he make a living by selling flowers? Now after listening to the old man's statement, she finally understood.

Ling Feng empathized with it. His beloved senior sister was uncertain. If he could not find her, he would never marry other women again. He agreed from the bottom of his heart that Mr. Xing did this.

"Hey, decades have passed, so I won't talk about this anymore," Mr. Xing took on the topic just now, "Later we heard that the master was beaten to death in that exercise. Although he had a high level of skill, he never fought back. My master and I both cried sadly. More than thirty years later, the master also passed away. Before his death, the master said that qigong had risen now, and more and more people practiced qigong, so there would be no such movement as before to break feudal superstition. He handed me this bronze medal and asked me to come to Haitian to find the uncle of the master so that after getting two bronze medals, he understood the secret of the map.

But after I arrived in Haitian, I searched everywhere, but there was still no news about my uncle. Now more than twenty years have passed, I have been waiting here, both waiting for Xiaolian and sticking to what I once promised Master. I didn’t expect that this bronze medal would be really allowed to see me. Xiaofeng, can you take me to that bamboo house to see?"

"Of course." After hearing Mr. Xing's story, Ling Feng sighed and respected Mr. Xing.

It was already early seven o'clock, but the weather was very long this season. Although the sunset was no longer visible, the golden sunshine still did not retreat, covering the distant mountains and jungles in a light golden color, adding a bit of distantness and tranquility.

Under Ling Feng's leadership, the three of them arrived at the small bamboo house. When Mr. Xing saw the yellow paper, especially the map with a horse stool, his old eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

Although he no longer remembered the handwriting of his uncle, he recognized these runes, which must have come from his master's sect, which means that these are indeed relics of his uncle. The uncle always cared about the wishes of his master. Even though his hope was slim, he still left a hint, hoping that one day he would come to this bamboo house and get the half bronze medal.

But the dead are like this, and the bamboo house is still there.

Along the way, Ling Feng had already told him about the experience of getting the bronze medal, but now he saw this scene with his own eyes and was still full of emotion. As the saying goes, seeing things and thinking of others, more than 60 years have passed, and the teacher's loving voice, appearance and smile are as usual, frozen in the depths of his young heart at that time. A catastrophe made people and things different, but what remains unchanged is the pure emotion.

Mr. Xing controlled his emotions. He packed up all the items in the hut and planned to take them back in a small cart tomorrow and set them up in his room. This may not be worthless in the eyes of others, but it is the only remaining relics of the master in this world, so he cherishes them very much.

"Xiaofeng, since you accidentally found this place and guessed the hint in the painting and took out the bronze medal, it is enough to prove that you are destined to be with this bronze medal. Let's leave it all to you."

"This is your master's belonging, and I should return it to the original owner."

This bronze medal itself is useless to Ling Feng. The one that is really useful must be that map, but Ling Feng has already kept that map in mind for a long time. It is better to give a favor now. After all, this old man is Ding Ling's master.

"I'm so old, even if I know the place marked on the map, I don't have much time to look for it."

"What? You don't even know where this map is drawn?" Ling Feng said in amazement.

"No one knows, the master just said there are the best herbs there..."

"The best herb?" Ling Feng was moved in a terrifying manner.

"Yes, but this means nothing to me anymore," Mr. Xing said, pointing to the objects in the bamboo house, and smiling, "If it weren't for you, let alone finding the bronze medal, I wouldn't even find the relics of Uncle Master. For the first time, this half of the bronze medal would be used as a small gift from Grandpa Xing to you. Just take it. Maybe you can help Grandpa Xing fulfill his last wish."

When Ling Feng heard Mr. Xing say this, it was hard for him to refuse. He couldn't say that he had spiritual consciousness. The map was already engraved in his mind, right? So he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, Grandpa Xing, I'll take it first."

On the way back and forth, Ling Feng and the other three passed the bamboo that Ling Feng had sunk in the open space in Lushigang again. Ding Ling said that he could take it back the day and also helped Grandpa Xing to pull the things in the bamboo house back. Ling Feng nodded silently, without saying anything, but he kept thinking about the map in his mind.

The best herb?

If Ling Feng's cultivation level is higher, he can refine the top herbs into pills and make his cultivation progress by leaps and bounds! How could he miss it? As long as he understands the place marked on the map, no matter how difficult it is, Ling Feng will look for it. But even Mr. Xing doesn't know, so Ling Feng can only go with the flow.

But he didn't know that these two bronze medals saved his life soon after.

The second update today...
Chapter completed!