Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Compassion and Sympathy

Yi Feng ran out of the cave as fast as he could.The sun was shining outside, and it was already noon. He wandered around, the scenery in the valley was still there, and the ancient stone house was still squatting there unharmed. But what about the owner of this stone house? He couldn't help sighing. I also feel that my mood is like being resurrected from the grave! His mood was desolate and lonely at the moment, he subconsciously moved his steps and walked out of the ravine. Along the cave, he walked down the mountain very quickly.It wasn't until he was near the foot of the mountain that he remembered that there was a pile of incomparably valuable treasures in the valley. With that pile of treasures, he could do as many things as he wanted in the world.

He also remembered that on the body of "Thieves from the South to the North", there was a treasure with a higher value than that pile of treasures - the Xuanguang Instrument. His heart couldn't help but move, and he almost wanted to go back immediately and get those things. However, deep in his heart, there is a stronger force that forbids him to do so! The tragic death of Xu Bai and the iron-faced lone traveler, the groans of Zhong Nan's disciples...these are also real and profound, and they flashed in his mind. So, without hesitation, he accelerated his figure and rushed down the mountain.

Because he knows: Only in this way can his heart be peaceful. Even if you have all the treasures in the world, if you are restless, you are not happy, are you? — At least, some people do. The lingering white clouds, which were originally under his feet, have now become above his head. Turning the mountain road ahead, he knew that he had to cross two more peaks before returning to the place where he entered the mountain. As a result, he was even faster, wishing he could fly back to Zhongnan with his wings. Turning around a mountain peak, suddenly there was a long sigh, which came from the forest beside the mountainside, the voice was full of resentment, indignation and injustice.

In the silent mountains, it is very clear. In the cold wind of late winter, drifting far away, far away—— Yi Feng's figure couldn't help but paused for a moment, thinking to himself: "There are so many sad people in this world!" Before he finished his thoughts, another voice of sorrow and hatred came from the forest, which seemed to be muttering to himself. Yi Feng can't hear very accurately, but he has been practicing since he was a child, so his ears and eyes are naturally much more sensitive than ordinary people, and he can still vaguely hear words like: "That's all... goodbye..." .

Startled, he thought to himself: "Could it be that someone wants to commit suicide in this barren mountain and wild forest?" As soon as he thought of this, he didn't think about it any more, turned around, and flew towards the source of the sigh. Just entering the woods, Yi Feng's eyes flickered, and he found a person hanging on a dead tree in the forest. His guess was really good. Someone really committed suicide in this wild forest. His figure flew over immediately, the speed was almost at the same moment when his eyes were in sight. He waved his right palm towards the rope hanging on the branch, and the rope as thick as a finger snapped, and the torso hanging on the rope naturally fell off.

Yi Feng swung his left hand to slow down the person's falling momentum, and gently put the person on the ground as his body fell.He reached out and touched the man's breath, but he was still breathing. So he massaged the man's thirty-six acupoints a little.The man let out a long sigh, then woke up, his eyes fell on Yi Feng helplessly. Yi Feng smiled slightly, and said loudly: "A good life is worse than a bad life. My friend! You are in your prime, why should you seek your own death?" The man was wearing shabby shirts and trousers, and his face was very haggard. But from his haggard look, one can still find that he is an extremely handsome man, only in his twenties.

This made Yi Feng have a good impression of him. The man turned his eyes dullly a few times, as if he was trying to prove that although he had no intention of yearning for the human world, he was still living in the human world. Hearing Yi Feng's words, he let out a long sigh: "Why do you care about me? My heart is dead, even if people live in this world, what's the point of life?" He paused slightly, and said again: "You are not a sad person, of course you don't know the sorrow of a sad person." He spoke with a Sichuan-Guizhou accent, and his words were very calm and appropriate.

That matched his appearance very well, and it was obvious that he was a down-and-out person. Yi Feng smiled self-pityingly and thought: "How do you know I'm not a sad person?" Mouth said: "My friend! If you have any sad things, why don't you tell me about it, maybe I can help you a little bit, but I don't know?" His tone was very modest, and he never underestimated the other party because of his downfall. The man sighed again, and confessed his life experience—— It turned out that he was a scholarly boy from Pingshan Town near Chuanbian. His surname was Wen and his name was Hua. Although he was not extremely talented, he was very fluent in reading.It's just that the fate is not good, and he has been down and out all the time, becoming a useless and useless scholar.

Once his family business ran out, he was unable to support himself.So he took his lovely wife with him and went from Sichuan to Yunnan to collect firewood in Wuliang Mountain for a living. The life of a literati is the most pitiful person in the world! But his wife couldn't bear the loneliness in the mountains, so she eloped with another businessman whom she met by chance. Wen Hua briefly explained his tragic life experience. This is exactly what happened to many sad little people in the crowd, but Yi Feng was deeply touched when he heard it. He was stunned for a long while, with all kinds of feelings surging in his heart.Isn't Wen Hua's life experience somewhat similar to his own? "Xian Lian is the same patient," he also fell into sorrow.

Wen Hua sighed again: "You and I met by chance, thanks to Your Excellency's kindness, you saved me, but Your Excellency can only save my body, how can you save my heart?" "Ah! Money is evil, but it is omnipotent!" With a thought in Yi Feng's mind, he suddenly thought of the pile of jewels in the stone room in the mountain. So he smiled and asked Wen Hua. "Since you and I have met, it is fate. I have some money in this mountain. Although it is useless to me, it may be helpful to you..." He saw Wen Hua opening his mouth, and said again: "Don't refuse! If you still want to kill yourself after getting the money, I won't stop you anymore. Alas! In fact, there are many women in the world. Since your wife is heartless, why should you..."

Having said that, he couldn't help but stop talking.He is persuading others like this, but what about himself?