512 This is Nanyuezhou?!

"Old...old uncle?!"

Lin Feng almost fainted without taking a breath. He inhaled the cold air and coughed twice before gasping, "You...what did you just say?"

After saying this sentence, Lin Feng was stunned by himself without waiting for the other party to answer, because he heard his own voice... But it didn't seem to be his voice at all!! Or it should be said that it is not my 'original' voice!

This voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, and it sounds like the voice of a 70 or 80-year-old man!

A trace of panic flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, subconsciously turned his right hand, took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from the object ring, and then raised it in front of him.

"Uh..." The teenager in front of Lin Feng suddenly picked up a mirror and suddenly showed a strange look. He didn't notice that the mirror had been 'translated' just now. He thought that Lin Feng had already held it. At this moment, he only had an incomprehensible idea in his heart - the old man actually carried a mirror with him!

Lin Feng had no time to care about the teenager's surprise. At this moment, he stared at the bronze mirror in front of him. In the bronze mirror, what was reflected was a shocked old face, with yellow skin and wrinkles, and there was even a white beard around his mouth. His gray hair was scattered on his shoulders, and it was mixed with a lot. The leaves are crumbling, and there is a lot of dust on his face, which looks like a poor old beggar.

Is this... yourself?!

Lin Feng's eyes widened in disbelief, and the 'old beggar' in the bronze mirror also widened. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and so did the 'old beggar'.

It's really me...

Lin Feng raised his left hand and touched his face in a trance. Naturally, the person in the mirror did the same, and at the same time, he found that his hand was actually dry and thin, almost like a dead branch.

Why is this?!

Lin Feng suddenly felt a little panicked, and soon thought of the Cangyan of the years, and then came up with a speculation: in the process of subduing the Canyan, his body could not be supplemented for a long time, and was affected by the power of Cangyan, and the 'years' overdrawn, so it became like this.

Of course, there is another more terrible possibility, that is: this is not the influence of the scorching of years, but that I have really experienced at least 70 or 80 years in the small world, and my body has naturally grown into this...

If it is the former, it should be possible to restore the original 'age', but if it is the latter, I'm afraid it will be difficult...

Lin Feng's mood suddenly reached an extreme. He put down the bronze mirror, but he was still a little distracted. He thought repeatedly: If he can't recover his youth, will he only live like this in the future?! Or, always use "Easy Appearance" to change your appearance, so that you can live a 'self-deception' life?

"Old uncle...old uncle!! What's wrong with you?"

The cry of the teenager woke Lin Feng from his distraction. He looked up and saw that in addition to the teenager squatting in front of him and looking at him strangely, there was also an old man in sackcloth with a bamboo basket on his back. He was about 50 years old and was also looking at himself in surprise.

Lin Feng suppressed the shock in his heart and reluctantly replied, "No... I'm fine..."

"You are hurt! Why do you still say it's okay?! It must be dealt with immediately." The teenager said solemnly and untied a small basket from behind him. Lin Feng didn't notice that he also carried a small bamboo basket on his back before, and there were many herbs in it, which seemed to have just been collected.

"This is to stop bleeding... This is to relieve pain..." The teenager muttered and selected a few herbs from the small basket. After that, he turned back and asked the old man, "Grandpa, am I right?"

The old man in sackcloth nodded with a smile and said, "There is nothing wrong."

The teenager smiled happily as if he was praised, but his hand did not stop. He found two stones from the side and crushed the herbs into a paste. When he twisted them, he would apply them to Lin Feng's left shoulder and said, "Old man, don't move. I'll apply the medicine for you."

"Uh..." Lin Feng wanted to refuse, but judging from the other party's serious appearance, he still chose to accept it. Anyway, he doesn't even have the strength to take the elixir from the material ring now, and it's not bad to apply some ordinary herbs first.

The teenager applied herbs to the wound on Lin Feng's left shoulder, and the old man in sackcloth walked to the right side of Lin Feng, squatted down to look at his right arm, and frowned slightly and said, "Brother, your arm bone should also be injured, right? I'll help you straighten your bones, and you can bear with it..."

"Brother..." The corners of Lin Feng's mouth twitched slightly, showing a smile that was worse than crying. He nodded and said, "Please."

......

After tossing for a moment, Lin Feng's injury was roughly dealt with. He was wrapped with cloth strips on his left shoulder and hung in front of his chest with cloth strips. The magic suit on his body, which was originally the best spiritual weapon, had become tattered, which looked really miserable.

The old man in sackcloth looked at the steep hillside next to him and could faintly see the traces of Lin Feng rolling down before. He was surprised and said, "Brother, did you fall from there?"

Lin Feng also looked back, and the corners of his eyes jumped unconsciously. He nodded and said, "Yes..."

The old man in sackcloth wondered, "Why did you fall from there?" Are you alone?"

"I... don't remember much..." Lin Feng really didn't know how to tell the other party about his experience. He simply pretended to have amnesia, raised his left hand and rubbed his head, and then took a deep breath of cold air - it really hurts.

"It should have hurt your head when you fell down. Don't worry, you should be able to remember it when you get better." The old man in ma yi did not doubt anything. After thinking about it, he continued, "Your injury can't get better for a while. There is no way here. Well, if you want, go back to the village with me. The village is full of traditional Chinese medicine, which can make you feel better faster."

The other party was so enthusiastic that Lin Feng was quite moved. Although he was an ordinary person, his help to him now was tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow. He nodded slightly and said, "Then please..."

......

The teenager also carefully found a wooden stick as a walking stick for Lin Feng, and the three of them left for the mountains and forests.

After a few words of communication, Lin Feng knew that the old man in sackcloth was named Ye Wei, and the teenager was his grandson, named Ye Tianming, and the village where they lived was about 20 miles away.

Lin Feng asked Ye Wei, " By the way, I don't know how far your village is from Kowloon City?"

"Kowloon City?" Unexpectedly, Ye Wei said with a strange face, "What Kowloon City?"

"..." Lin Feng's heart beat, and suddenly there was an ominous feeling. He changed his question and said, "Where is this?"

This time, Ye Tianming answered him, "This is Cuiliang Mountain."

"Cuiliang Mountain?" Lin Feng quickly searched for the name of the place in his heart and was not impressed. He asked again, "Which country does Cuiliang Mountain belong to?"

"Jing Liguo." This time, Ye Wei answered Lin Feng. He asked strangely, "Why, brother, can't you even remember this?"

"Jing Liguo?!" Lin Feng repeated the name, and his face had become a little ugly. He didn't care how strange the problem was. He asked anxiously, "If you get bigger, where does Jing Liguo belongs?"

Ye Wei's eyes when he looked at Lin Feng changed a little, and even doubted whether the other party's brain was really broken, but he still replied, "Jing Liguo is located in the east of Nanyuezhou."

"What?!" Lin Feng's eyes stared and stiffened as if he had been struck by lightning.

This is... Nanyuezhou?!