Feng Yiyi saw her grandma’s sad look and patted her shoulder.
“Grandma, don’t get upset over people who aren’t worth it.
If they come again, we’ll beat them again. Next time, make sure he stays in bed for life, and he won’t come back!
I’ll never abandon you, Grandma!”
Wang Shi felt helpless, but at this moment, she was relieved—this was the granddaughter left by her second son.
“Grandma, it’s still early; I’m going up the mountain to see if there are any herbs. If there are, I’ll dig some to sell!” Feng Yiyi said.
“Yiyi, Grandma will go with you!”
“Grandma, no need. I won’t go deep into the mountains; just wander around nearby. Nothing will happen!”
“Yiyi, be careful. You’re pregnant now; don’t hurt yourself!”
“Grandma, don’t worry!”
With that, Feng Yiyi changed into casual clothes, slung a backpack, took a small hoe and sickle, and headed into the mountains.
…
On the way, she encountered that weak scholar Lin Yida again.
“Feng Yiyi, I apologize. My mom causing trouble at your house was wrong!”
Feng Yiyi glanced at him, “It’s you again, Lin Yida!
From now on, don’t appear in my sight.”
Lin Yida stepped forward to grab Feng Yiyi, but she spun with a whirlwind kick, sending him to the ground.
“I’ve lost my memory; I don’t remember any past events. If you pester me again, don’t blame me for being rude.”
“Yiyi, just agree to be with me!” Lin Yida begged bitterly.
“Agree my ass; stay away from me, or I’ll beat you!” Feng Yiyi completely lost patience and roared.
That clueless Lin Yida reached out again to grab Feng Yiyi’s arm.
This really pissed Feng Yiyi off.
Feng Yiyi raised her hand and slapped him across the face, then another slap.
Instantly, ten finger marks swelled up.
Lin Yida’s face turned into a pig’s head.
Feng Yiyi lifted her right foot and kicked him hard in the abdomen.
“Ah! Feng Yiyi, you hit me! And kicked me!”
“Don’t act high and mighty in front of me. Everyone has to curry favor with you—a mere scholar. I, Feng Yiyi, don’t even look at you.
With your character, dreaming of becoming a top scholar? Forget it!
Then Feng Yiyi gave him a round of punches and kicks; it felt so satisfying.
If you pester me again next time, I’ll beat you even harder! Guarantee you won’t get out of bed for ten days or half a month.”
Lin Yida was stunned on the spot. Was this still the gentle and considerate Feng Yiyi?
She actually fought back, and with such strength.
Feng Yiyi ignored him and walked straight into the mountains.
The outskirts of the mountain, frequented by villagers, had nothing left to pick, so she went deeper.
Suddenly, she spotted a plump little red fox and started chasing it.
The little fox ran quickly into the mountains, stopping and starting.
When Feng Yiyi almost caught up, it ran faster.
When Feng Yiyi stopped, it stopped too.
Feng Yiyi chased while marking trees along the way.
This was her long-standing habit in the deep mountains, to avoid getting lost.
Chasing further, Feng Yiyi saw a cave ahead.
The little fox stood at the entrance, waiting for Feng Yiyi.
The fox walked a few steps forward, then looked back at Feng Yiyi.
Even if Feng Yiyi was slow, she understood now—the fox was leading her somewhere.
The cave was long; it got darker and darker at first, then suddenly bright.
At the cave mouth, some unnamed wildflowers bloomed.
Further ahead, by the water, grew some exotic herbs, with mist rising from the hot spring.
Feng Yiyi knew this was a paradise.
Not far away, there were various fruit trees.
Since crossing over, Feng Yiyi hadn’t seen grapes, but here they were ripe, the size of seedless grapes.
Compared to outside the mountain, where grapes should be dormant.
The little fox came to Feng Yiyi’s side and rubbed its head against her leg.
“Little fox, why did you bring me here?”
The fox looked at Feng Yiyi, ran to the herb patch ahead, then back.
“You want me to pick herbs?” Feng Yiyi asked.
The fox nodded.
“But the owner here will get angry!”
The fox shook its head.
“No owner here?”
“Or the owner is gone?”
The fox nodded, then ran forward again, looking back every few steps.
She followed.
Going forward, turning left and right, they came to a small cave, where a skeleton sat on a chair, unknown how long the person had been dead.
The fox gestured, signaling Feng Yiyi to kneel and kowtow.
She knelt before the chair and bowed three times.
“Senior, Feng Yiyi accidentally entered this place, disturbing your peace.
I want to pick some exotic herbs from the mountain to take back for treating illnesses and saving lives.
I can’t bear to see you like this; I’ll bury you properly and let you rest in peace!”
“Little fox, let’s find a good place to bury the master. Where do you think is good?”
The little red fox seemed to understand and ran outside.
Feng Yiyi followed.
They saw a stone stele inscribed with “Tianji Sect Xuanchen Ancestor.”
The little fox touched a mechanism on the stele, and a stone coffin opened, containing a box.
The little fox jumped in, hugged the box out, and handed it to Feng Yiyi!
“This is for me?”
The fox nodded.
Feng Yiyi opened the box, inside was a letter.
She unfolded it and saw a few lines:
Fated one, I know you will bury me. As thanks, I leave my life’s unique skills!
Feng Yiyi picked up the dozen or so books and glanced through them: “Peerless Light Skill,” “Shura Sword Technique,” etc. Below were a whip and a sword.
She closed the box again.
Feng Yiyi only had a backpack, but how to put the old man’s bones into the stone coffin?
There was nothing here; Feng Yiyi placed the bones piece by piece into the backpack, carried them to the stone coffin.
Fortunately, as a medical student, she arranged each bone in position, making three trips.
After arranging, she activated the mechanism and closed the coffin.
Feng Yiyi knelt before the coffin and bowed three times, “Elder, thank you for your gift. I will definitely study these medical books, pharmacopoeias, and martial arts manuals thoroughly and make the best use of them.
I’ll take your herbs too.”
With that, Feng Yiyi stood up and put the box into her space.
“Little fox, was he your master?”
The fox nodded.
“Do you want to come with me, or stay here?”
The fox looked at the coffin, then at Feng Yiyi, and scratched her leg with its claw.
Feng Yiyi understood—it wanted to go with her.
“Okay, we’ll take all the herbs here and put them in the space, and those fruit trees too; I’ll transplant them to the space.
So, one person dug herbs with the hoe, one fox clawed at them…
After digging everything, Feng Yiyi put them in her space.
The space has preservation functions; she’ll plant them when she has time…