Chapter 854 Arriving at Kunlun Mountain

The fire in the blacksmith shop was blazing, and the heat was rolling. The blacksmith looked him up and down, and seeing that he was still strong, he kept him to help carry heavy objects and pull the bellows.

Shi Daming did not dare to slack off, and immediately threw himself into the heavy work. The heavy iron block was steady in his hands and was placed accurately on the anvil. Every time he pulled the bellows, he used all his strength, and the fire burned fiercely, reflecting his sweaty but resolute face.

As the days passed, Shi Daming gradually got used to the high temperature and noise in the blacksmith shop, and his hands became stronger and stronger, and his movements became more and more skilled.

In his spare time, he would quietly observe the blacksmith's iron-making skills, and the clanging sound of the hammering seemed to become a unique movement in his ears.

Occasionally, when he didn't understand something, he would take advantage of the master's rest and ask carefully.

Seeing that he was diligent and studious, the master did not hide anything and taught him some blacksmithing tips.

Shi Daming was overjoyed. He practiced repeatedly, and gradually, he was able to make some simple objects.

However, the speed of accumulating wages was still slow, and the goal of buying a horse to go home seemed to be far away.

But Shi Daming was not discouraged at all. He knew that as long as he persisted, one day, he would have enough money, ride his own horse, and embark on the journey back home, back to the land he thought about day and night.

That day, Xi Yu came to Kunlun Mountain and asked Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong to get off the horse together, and then go up the mountain together.

After the two got off the horse, Luo Xiaoyu walked straight to Xiaohong, with gentle eyes and a hint of expectation. He gently stretched out his hand and held Xiaohong's arm steadily. When Xiaohong touched Luo Xiaoyu's hand, she instantly remembered Luo Xiaoyu's confession to herself a few days ago. The affectionate look and sincere words suddenly came to her mind, and her cheeks turned red.

She lowered her head slightly, avoiding Luo Xiaoyu's fiery gaze, and her heartbeat accelerated sharply.

Seeing Xiaohong's shy look, Luo Xiaoyu's mouth corners slightly raised, her heart was full of joy, but she was afraid that Xiaohong was too embarrassed, so she just whispered: "This mountain road is not easy to walk, I will help you to be safer."

Xiaohong said "hmm" softly, her voice was almost inaudible.

Xiyu watched the interaction between the two people from the side, secretly laughed in his heart, deliberately coughed, and said: "If you two are ready, let's hurry up the mountain, it's getting late."

As he said, he stepped forward.

Luo Xiaoyu supported Xiaohong and followed Xiyu carefully, step by step towards the mountain.

The air on the mountain was fresh and cold, and the surroundings were quiet, with only their footsteps and occasional birdsong.

There were little Taoist children patrolling on the mountain, but they all knew the prime minister. When they saw Xiyu coming, they immediately saluted. Xiyu said that he was looking for the two Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue.

The little Taoist boys did not dare to neglect and hurriedly led the way, saying respectfully: "Prime Minister, the two Taoist priests are in the back mountain. I will go and inform them now."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, and took Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong to the back mountain with the little Taoist boy.

Xiaohong followed behind, curiously looking at the surrounding scenery. She saw that the Kunlun Mountain Taoist temple was magnificent, with pavilions and towers scattered in an orderly manner, and surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Luo Xiaoyu kept an eye on Xiaohong all the time, fearing that she would be tripped by stones on the road. Occasionally, when their eyes met, Xiaohong would think of the previous confession and quickly looked away with a red face.

Not long after, they arrived in front of a quiet courtyard. After the little Taoist boy went in to inform, soon, the two Taoist priests Qingfeng Mingyue came out to greet them.

Taoist Qingfeng looked at him with a sharp gaze and said with a smile: "Prime Minister, what are you doing here today?"

Xiyu bowed and said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Taoist priests. I came here to discuss something important."

Taoist Mingyue looked at Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong, nodded slightly, and said: "Then let's go into the house and talk in detail."

Everyone walked into the house together and started to discuss, but Xiaohong had not recovered from her shyness yet. She stood quietly aside, her thoughts drifting away.

Then, Xiyu solemnly told Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue about Xiaohong's amnesia. His words were concise and clear, but also well-organized. He emphasized that the last time his wife lost her memory, it was also under the exquisite medical skills and mysterious Taoist methods of the two Taoist priests that she was able to restore it to its original state. He earnestly asked the two Taoist priests to show their skills again.

Help check Xiaohong's condition and see if they can find a way to restore her memory.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked focused and serious after hearing this. After looking at each other, they slowly turned their eyes to Xiaohong.

Luo Xiaoyu had been standing beside Xiaohong, full of concern. Seeing this, he slightly leaned to Xiaohong's ear and whispered, "Don't be afraid. The two Taoist priests have great magical powers and will definitely help you. You should hurry to them." The voice was gentle and had a touch of comforting power.

Xiaohong bit her lips slightly, her hands unconsciously tightened the corners of her clothes, and a complex emotion of nervousness and expectation flashed in her eyes.

She took a deep breath, slowly walked towards the two Taoist priests Qingfeng and Mingyue, stood in front of them, and bowed her head slightly.

Taoist priest Qingfeng saw that Xiaohong looked nervous and tense, so he smiled and said, "Child, don't be nervous, sit down first and relax."

The voice was gentle and mellow, like a spring breeze, with a reassuring power.

Xiaohong looked up at Taoist Qingfeng, nodded slightly, and slowly sat down as he said. She folded her hands on her knees, but she was still shaking slightly unconsciously.

The Taoist priest Mingyue stepped forward, his eyes revealing concentration and professionalism, and whispered: "Girl, stretch out your hand, I'll take your pulse and see the situation."

Xiaohong hesitated for a moment, but still slowly stretched out her hand, her slender wrist exposed to the air, looking a little helpless.

The Taoist priest Mingyue gently put his hand on her, three fingers firmly pressed on her pulse, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the pulse beat with concentration. For a moment, the room was quiet and silent, only the breathing sounds of everyone, either nervous or expectant, rose and fell gently in the air.

After a while, the Taoist priest Mingyue slowly opened his eyes, shook his head gently, and showed a trace of helplessness on his face. He turned to Xiyu and said: "Prime Minister, this girl's amnesia is different from the last time the Prime Minister's wife was in the case. We are really powerless."

Xiyu heard this, frowned, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

Xiaohong's eyes, which were originally full of expectation, dimmed in an instant, her lips trembled slightly, and her heart was filled with disappointment like a tide. She slowly lowered her head and clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoyu's face was also overcast. He bit his lower lip tightly, and his eyes revealed unwillingness and heartache.

He walked gently to Xiaohong's side, wanting to comfort her but not knowing where to start, just stood beside her silently, giving her a little silent support with his presence.

Seeing this, Taoist Qingfeng sighed slightly, walked forward and said, "Let me try too."

As he said that, he also put his finger on Xiaohong's pulse, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn again. Everyone held their breath, expecting a possible turnaround.

After a while, Taoist Qingfeng also put down his hand, sighed heavily, looked at Xiyu and said: "Mingyue's conclusion is correct. This girl's pulse is disordered and complicated, and the memory is beyond our ability to solve."

When Xiaohong heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears as big as beans rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her hope was instantly shattered. That deep sense of helplessness surrounded her tightly.

Xiyu saw Xiaohong so sad, and he couldn't bear it. He stepped forward and said: "Xiaohong, don't be discouraged. Didn't the genius doctor Song Shuwen say that there is another way? Let's go to him and ask him clearly. There will always be a way to restore your memory."

Luo Xiaoyu also echoed on the side: "Yes, Xiaohong, don't cry, we will definitely find a way." As he spoke, he gently patted Xiaohong's shoulder, his eyes full of determination and concern, trying to give Xiaohong a little comfort in this way, so that she would stop crying and rekindle hope.

Taoist Qingfeng revealed a trace of doubt in his eyes, and asked Xiyu: "Prime Minister, I wonder what the method that Dr. Song mentioned is?"

Xiyu solemnly told Song Shuwen about going to the extremely cold place to find herbs, and his words were full of hope for Xiaohong to recover her memory.

Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at each other, and Qingfeng nodded slightly, saying: "In this case, for this girl, it is worth a try, but the extremely cold place is full of dangers, and I am afraid that there will be countless difficulties and obstacles along the way."

Xiyu nodded slightly, then turned to the two Taoists, bowed, and asked earnestly: "Two Taoists, I don't know how long it will take to find herbs this time. I want Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong to stay in this Taoist temple. I wonder if it is convenient? I hope the two Taoists will make it convenient."

After thinking for a while, the two Taoists nodded and agreed to Xiyu's request.

When Xiaohong heard that Xiyu was going to the extremely cold place for her, her eyes were full of emotion and guilt. She whispered, "Prime Minister, you actually went to such a dangerous place for me. I... I really feel bad."

Xiyu looked firm and said without question, "This matter is settled. No one should mention it again. Everyone is tired today, so let's rest here for one night. I will set off tomorrow."

Luo Xiaoyu was worried and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Prime Minister, this journey is difficult. Do you need my help? Why don't you let me go with you?"

Xiyu waved his hand, looked at Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong gently, and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but Xiaohong still needs someone to take care of her here. You stay and take care of her. I will return safely."

Luo Xiaoyu nodded in response, turned to look at Xiaohong, and secretly made up his mind to protect her.

Xiaohong looked at Xiyu's back, with mixed feelings in her heart. She had both the desire to restore her memory and the worry about Xiyu's safety on this trip.

At this time, Xi Yu took out a certain amount of money from his sleeve, handed it to the two Taoist priests with both hands, and said sincerely: "Two Taoist priests, these two children will stay in your temple for a while. This little gift is considered as the expenses for the temple. I hope you will accept it."

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Taoist Qingfeng saw this and waved his hand quickly, with a look of admiration on his face and said: "The Prime Minister cares about the people of the world. Now he is willing to take risks in the extremely cold land for this little girl. This kind of righteousness is moving. The two of them are in my Taoist temple, but they are just taking care of some food and accommodation. What's the harm? Prime Minister, you should quickly take back the money, don't be so polite."

Seeing that Taoist Qingfeng's words were firm, Xi Yu no longer refused, so he put the money back, and once again bowed to thank the two Taoist priests, his gratitude overflowing with words.

Xiaohong watched this scene from the side, and her gratitude towards Xiyu deepened. Luo Xiaoyu secretly made up her mind to take good care of Xiaohong during Xiyu's absence and live up to the Prime Minister's trust.

After Qingfeng and Mingyue finished their instructions, they ordered the little Taoist boy to prepare meals and guest rooms.

The little Taoist children took the order and went, moving swiftly around the Taoist temple. Some went to the kitchen, lit a fire and added firewood to prepare delicious meals.

After a while, the kitchen was filled with smoke and the fragrance gradually spread; some were busy cleaning the guest rooms, wiping the tables and chairs, and making the beds, striving to make the guests live comfortably and neatly.

Xiaohong, Luo Xiaoyu and Xiyu were waiting on the side. Xiaohong was still in a low mood. Luo Xiaoyu whispered to comfort her and tried to relax her.

Xiyu looked solemn, as if he was thinking about the journey to the extremely cold place tomorrow and the various difficulties he might encounter. Occasionally, he looked up and looked into the distance, his eyes revealing firmness and determination, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he could not stop his determination to help Xiaohong regain her memory.

Linglong still lived in the Wenjia Inn. In the afternoon of that day, the sun shone through the window lattice into the house. She sat opposite Xiaocui and chatted.

Unconsciously, the topic deepened. Seeing that Xiaocui was smart, cute and kind-hearted, Linglong revealed her true identity to her.

Xiaocui was surprised when she heard it, and she came back to her senses after a while.

Then, Xiaocui also smiled and told her the truth. The owner here was Miss Wenxuan, and Miss Wenxuan was actually a good friend of the prime minister.

Xiaocui frowned slightly and continued, "It's just that my lady is still teaching at Youzhou College. She is busy with work on weekdays and rarely comes to the inn."

Linglong nodded gently, and she was a little curious about the Miss Wenxuan whom she had never met.

She imagined how Wenxuan would look like when she was teaching in the college. She must be talented and extraordinary.

Xiaocui was telling some interesting stories about the lady on weekdays with great interest. Her words were full of respect and love for Wenxuan, which made Linglong smile, as if she could see the figure of the mysterious Miss Wenxuan through Xiaocui's description.

Linglong sighed lightly, a trace of worry appeared on her face, and she said slowly: "This time I have a request from the prime minister, but now he is running around for Xiaohong's matter. I don't know if he will be willing to help me after he comes back." Her eyes revealed a trace of confusion and uneasiness, and her fingers unconsciously entangled the corners of her clothes.

Xiaocui blinked, tilted her head and thought for a while, and answered seriously: "I can't say for sure, but the prime minister is usually a kind-hearted and helpful person. So I think the prime minister should help you." Although Xiaocui's words were a little speculative, her eyes were full of trust in the prime minister, trying to comfort Linglong.

Linglong smiled bitterly and said softly: "I hope so. I really have no other way. I just hope that the prime minister can lend a hand for the sake of our past feelings."

She looked out the window, her eyes full of expectation and uneasiness, not knowing what the result would be waiting for her in the future.

On this day, Shi Daming carefully counted the wages he had saved from hard work during these days, and a look of joy appeared on his face. The money was finally enough to buy a horse.

With this excitement, he found his boss and plucked up the courage to propose the idea of ​​leaving.

The boss already knew that he was from the Anxi Empire, so he didn't make it too difficult, and nodded to agree to his request.

After Shi Daming got the permission, he was full of joy and immediately rushed to the market in a hurry.

Along the way, the picture of riding a horse and galloping freely kept appearing in his mind, and his steps became more and more hurried.

When he arrived at the market, he shuttled among many horses to choose, his eyes revealed anxiety and expectation, and finally chose a horse that looked quite strong. After paying the money, he couldn't wait to lead the horse away and prepare to embark on a new journey.

On Kunlun Mountain, the morning light was slightly revealed, and a new day came quietly. The scenery on the mountain was still poetic and picturesque, beautiful, but people had no intention of appreciating it.

Xiyu got up early, packed his luggage, and prepared to embark on the difficult journey to the extremely cold land.

Xiaohong came forward, her eyes red, and said gratefully: "Prime Minister, I really don't know how to repay you for all you have done for me. This journey is difficult and dangerous, you must be more careful."

Xiyu looked gentle and said: "Don't worry, just wait here with peace of mind."

After that, he looked around, waved to everyone, and said firmly: "Everyone, don't see me off, I will set off now and find the herbs as soon as possible."

After that, he turned around and strode away, and his figure gradually disappeared on the mountain path.

Luo Xiaoyu stood beside Xiaohong, looking at the direction where Xiyu left, silently praying for the prime minister in his heart, hoping that he would have a safe and smooth journey, while Xiaohong bit her lips, trying not to let tears fall, her eyes were full of concern and blessings for Xiyu.

Shi Daming rode forward, immersed in thinking about the road ahead, when suddenly something flashed through his mind, and he immediately pulled the reins, and the horse stopped with a long neigh.

He frowned and thought to himself: "After Alexander did that, there should be something wrong with Xiyu, right? But I haven't figured it out yet."

He looked tangled, and wandered for a few steps, feeling more and more uneasy.

"No, I can't just leave like this, I have to stay, and I have to find out if he has any trouble anyway."

Shi Daming muttered to himself, with a firm look in his eyes, turned his horse's head, and galloped towards Youzhou.

The horse's hooves raised a burst of dust, as if adding a bit of tension to his anxious decision. (End of this chapter)