Pain! It really hurts!
Du Chun's first reaction was this, so he didn't even see who the visitor was and quickly struck out with his palm, fighting the dark figure.
In the pitch-black night, two figures darted back and forth on the deserted street.
The stalls left by the vendors on the street, which contained nothing, were all kicked over, and the leaves on several large trees fell wildly.
It wasn't until Duan Xifeng, after taking a palm strike from Du Chun, removed the veil from his face, covered his chest, and stopped, "Stop, stop, stop, Brother Du, it's me, it's me, don't hit anymore, I'm going to die if you keep hitting."
"How could it be you?"
Du Chun retracted his palm in time, suppressing the internal energy within him. He looked up at Duan Xifeng, his brows furrowed.
As always, he was still wearing white robes, spotless, and a lock of white hair was his unique characteristic.
"I had nothing to do, I missed Brother Du, so I came to see you," Duan Xifeng said, coughing twice, casually pulling down the wine gourd hanging from his waist, opening it, and taking a swig to suppress the blood that was about to come up.
"Do you want some too?" Duan Xifeng handed the wine gourd to Du Chun. Du Chun didn't take it. As Duan Xifeng hung the wine gourd back on his waist, Du Chun suddenly grabbed Duan Xifeng's wrist and felt his pulse.
"You're poisoned? Or with the Red Rain poison? Who did it? Do you have any enemies?"
With Duan Xifeng's martial arts, he wouldn't have been injured by him. Moreover, when he sensed that the other party wasn't trying to kill him, he hadn't tried to kill the other party either, but he didn't know that the visitor was Duan Xifeng.
The Red Rain poison was the most potent of the slow-acting poisons, an incurable deadly poison. Although it couldn't kill immediately, it would make the poisoned person constantly suffer the torment of ice and fire. Moreover, this torment would accelerate the process of the poison spreading within the body from the outside to the inside, from the five internal organs to the heart meridian, and this poison would never disappear from the body.
Regardless of whether the poisoned person lost their martial arts or became a Martial Venerable through diligent practice, it would not prevent this poison from erupting wantonly within their body.
The so-called Red Rain poison was a poison that made life worse than death, incurable, only endless suffering.
Du Chun looked at the somewhat pale Duan Xifeng. As a physician, he could tell that the Red Rain poison had erupted in Duan Xifeng's body in the past few days.
"Ha, what poison? You're mistaken, I'm perfectly fine."
"Do you know Gu Qianying? Her medical skills are above mine, and her poison skills are superb. Although the Red Rain poison is incurable, perhaps she has a way."
"Hahaha, Brother Du, you're really confused. What poisoning? I've already told you! I'm fine, I'm not poisoned."
Duan Xifeng laughed carelessly, but the hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hands clearly visible.
Seeing that Duan Xifeng was deliberately avoiding the topic and didn't want to say more, Du Chun didn't ask any further questions.
After all, he wasn't Duan Xifeng, and naturally couldn't understand Duan Xifeng's true thoughts.
"Why did you come to see me?"
After parting ways with Gu Qianying, Duan Xifeng, and others, to avoid exposure, he maintained good contact with Gu Qianying and others. Even though Gu Qianying had now become an Imperial Noble Consort in the palace, he hadn't said a word to her.
Even when they occasionally met in the palace, they acted like strangers, pretending not to recognize each other.
And today, Duan Xifeng was so abnormal that he must have something important to tell him.
"I have a young sister, her name is Duan Xingyue, her nickname is Yue'er. When she was young, she appeared in the Ninth Prince's mansion. I don't know where she went later. Brother Du, you've been in the Ninth Prince's mansion for so many years, have you seen my little sister?"
Speaking of serious matters, Duan Xifeng immediately forgot the pain he had just experienced.
"Yue'er?" Du Chun's brows furrowed deeply, and all the scenes from his childhood flashed in his mind.
Searching through the scenes in his mind, one scene appeared for only a moment, and he couldn't grasp it, no matter how hard he tried to recall it.
"Who told you to ask?
No one had told Duan Xifeng these things, so Duan Xifeng couldn't have found him so suddenly.
"My little Ying'er said she knows, tell me quickly, where did my little sister go later?"
"Gu Qianying? She sent you?" Du Chun raised an eyebrow.
It was clear that Du Chun and Duan Xifeng were not on the same wavelength.
However, Duan Xifeng still answered him, "Yes, what's wrong?"
"How did she know that I would know?" Du Chun asked with a smile.
"How would I know that, Brother Du? Don't beat around the bush, tell me quickly, hurry up." Duan Xifeng didn't have many ulterior motives. At this moment, he was desperate to know where his little sister had gone. He had been searching for his little sister for years, but to no avail, and he was very anxious.
"Alright, I'll tell you. It's not convenient to talk here, let's go somewhere else," Du Chun walked out of the street.
"Okay." Duan Xifeng followed him.
In a wilderness, in a thatched hut.
Du Chun put the letter he had written into an envelope, sealed it with wax, and handed it to Duan Xifeng, instructing him, "This letter is very important to Gu Qianying. You must deliver it to her, and do not let anyone else handle it, understand?"
When writing to Gu Qianying, Du Chun glanced at Duan Xifeng and decided to add more content to the letter, which Duan Xifeng could not see.
"Oh, okay, I understand."
Hearing Du Chun's words, Duan Xifeng carefully hid the letter Du Chun gave him in his embrace and promised, "Brother Du, don't worry, you can rest assured about my handling of things. What about my sister's matter? Tell me quickly."
In Duan Xifeng's eyes, his sister's matter was important, and his grand-disciple Gu Qianying's matter was equally important.
"She appeared in the Ninth Prince's mansion back then and worked as a little maid for a few days, but she was sold by the stewardess at that time for committing a crime. Later, where she went, I don't know."
"What, sold?"
Duan Xifeng felt heartbroken and disappointed at the same time. He was heartbroken that his little sister had fallen to the point of being sold by others, and he was also disappointed that he couldn't get any useful information from Du Chun.
"Is that stewardess still alive?" Duan Xifeng continued to press.
Du Chun shook his head silently.
Duan Xifeng sighed, but didn't say anything.
"Alright, no matter what, thank you, Brother Du. Since this letter is so important to my little Ying'er, I'll deliver it now." Duan Xifeng prepared to leave.
"Okay, go." Du Chun nodded in agreement.
Watching Duan Xifeng's departing back, Du Chun felt a pang of guilt.
In fact, he was lying. He hadn't remembered any information about Duan Xingyue at all. What he had just said was a casual fabrication.
Duan Xifeng was not a bad person, but his nature was stubborn. If he didn't get anything out of it today, he would never give up, and even if he told him he knew nothing, Duan Xifeng wouldn't believe him.
Therefore, he casually made up a lie that Duan Xifeng could believe, so that his ears could be quiet for a while, and he could also think about the information about that little girl, Duan Xingyue.
Duan Xingyue? Yue'er?
What a familiar name!
Who had used this name before?
His calm gaze fell on the withered and wilted rose on the nearby table. His pupils contracted, and the scene that had just disappeared for a moment in his mind was now exceptionally clear.
"So it was her!"