In the sixth year of Yongyou, spring.
Jingting walked slowly into the inn in Tianmen Village. Since Ren Ruyi left, the Taoist priest had a habit of coming to the inn to sit down every time after serving porridge.
As soon as Jingting entered the door, he saw Manager Wang, whose face was as black as coal, slumped on a chair.
"Brother Wang, what's wrong?"
"The two countries of An and Wu are at war again. Emperor Wu personally led his army to Tianmen Pass. Yesterday they came to the village to capture young men, and they are going to fight a big battle."
"oh."
Jingting nodded, feeling numb to some things after seeing them too much. As long as he could remember, wars had never stopped in the Central Plains.
"What's the reason this time?"
"I heard from people from the south that they seem to be doing it for some kind of gold mine. Who knows, no matter how many gold mines there are, they have nothing to do with us people."
"Has she... been here recently?"
"No, let me tell you, Taoist Master Jingting, if you really want to get a wife, I will ask my wife to help you arrange it. I promise..."
Jingting ran away and fled.
He went back to prepare the medicine box. A war was imminent. There were countless wounded and victims, and every one he could save was counted.
Under the peach tree in Tianqingguan, the old Taoist priest was boxing, and each move was perfectly natural. The old man was very old, but he had strong internal strength and excellent body bones.
When he saw Jingting entering the door, he punched him with his backhand!
boom!
The little Taoist took a step back and caught it steadily.
"master."
"Yes, after more than ten years of hard training, your martial arts finally looks like a human being." The old Taoist priest patted the dust on his body.
"..."
"She didn't come this time either?"
"No, there is another war at Tianmen Pass. There are almost no young people left in the villages at the foot of the mountain."
"The medicine box is in the room."
"Master, why do they always have to fight?" When he reached the door of the room, Jingting turned around suddenly.
"I asked this question when I was younger."
"Master, do you have an answer?"
"I was also expecting someone to give me an answer. I grabbed King Beipan by the neck, and he told me that he didn't want to either."
"Master is bragging again. "
"Jingting, you have grown up now. Is there anything you want to do or wish for?"
The little Taoist opened his mouth and tried to speak twice, but fell silent again.
Looking at the silent Jingting, the old Taoist priest said nothing. He positioned his fists and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his cloudy eyes.
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Contrary to what everyone expected, the 50,000-strong army led by Emperor Wu only lasted less than three months in front of Tianmen Pass before facing a complete defeat.
Tianmen Pass was lost, and the surrounding villages and mountains became the territory of Anguo.
Jingting doubled the size of the soup kitchen and put up a few straw beds, turning it into a simple medicine hut to facilitate the treatment of patients picked up from the battlefield.
Yes, just pick it up.
During the retreat, most of the seriously wounded soldiers who lost their combat effectiveness would be abandoned, while those who were seriously injured on the battlefield could only wait to die. Jingting dragged them back, and those who could survive should try not to die.
Many people came to drink porridge. Anguo's army stepped through Tianmen Pass, not much stronger than locusts.
"My hometown is in Shengzhou. I will leave for my hometown tomorrow. I miss my daughter." The speaker was Lao Chen. He was picked up by Jingting last month. He was very lucky and was using the only remaining one. Hand, holding the porridge bowl.
Lao Chen is a simple man who practices medicine in Jingting, and he has always been the one to help with porridge.
"Old Chen, how are you today?"
"Not bad, Taoist Priest." Old Chen smiled. He had already taken off his military uniform and put on a pair of coarse linen clothes.
"There is news from Tianmen Pass that Wu State has lost."
"I already know, Taoist Priest."
"Wu Guo was defeated, and you don't seem... to be sad."
"I have won, Taoist Priest. At least I am still alive. Among the people from our village... I am the only one left alive..."
He was smiling, but suddenly he burst into tears.
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This was the last time Jingting went to the battlefield of Tianmen Pass. The young man covered his nose and lifted up the corpses one after another. Most of them were cold and exuded a strong smell of blood.
Halfway through the battlefield, Jingting uncovered a corpse carrying a rice cooker.
The Corpse held him.
"you are still alive?"
Jingting squatted down.
"Taoist Master, An Jun is still cleaning the battlefield."
The corpse stood up. It was a gangtoujun who was half a head taller than Jingting. He looked more than eight feet tall.
"You don't look serious."
"The arrow's wound is not deep. It probably just pierced the flesh and is not poisonous." Huotoujun patted his shoulder.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone alive?" shouts came from the distance.
"It sounds like General Xiao Ming's voice. No, there's still An Jun here."
The leader of the army ran forward, the arrow wound on his shoulder showing a bloody red patch.
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"Sure enough, it was still attracted."
Only a few small teams were ordered to clean up the battlefield in the end, and more than thirty security guards surrounded the three of them.
Xiao Ming picked up a sword on the ground and stood dangling in front of the two of them.
boom!
The leader An Bing had already rushed up, and Jingting had no choice but to slap him.
"You still..."
The second An Bing who rushed up didn't give Jing Ting a chance to speak, so he slapped him again. An Bing's armor was undamaged, but his whole body spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty security soldiers fell into a pool of blood, and the rest dispersed in a rush.
"I don't want to either."
Jingting turned his head, and the two people around him looked at him with shock in their eyes.
"Come with me. While there is still medicine today, I can treat your wounds."
The Taoist priest waved his hand and walked towards Tianmen Village.
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"The arrow has been pulled out. The wound is not deep. Just wrap the wound yourself and be careful not to touch the water. It should be fine."
In the soup kitchen, Jingting put a piece of cloth and some ointment into the hand of the gang leader.
"Thank you, my name is Ning Yuanzhou."
"I am a poor Taoist, my Taoist name is Jingting."
At night, the two of them leaned side by side on the wooden stakes of the soup kitchen shack, raising their heads and looking at the moon. The moon seemed to be particularly bright and beautiful today. It would have been even more beautiful if there were no loud snoring in the shack.
Since the war between the two countries, Jingting has been sleeping in the soup kitchen shack. Ning Yuanzhou was not seriously injured, but he actually has some medical skills. He has been busy today and helped Jingting a lot. Even today's dinner is thanks to He picked up the cauldron Ning Yuanzhou was carrying.
"I have never seen a Taoist priest who can fight so well."
"Pindao has never seen a Baotoujun who looks so unlike a Guotoujun."
"What's wrong with me?"
"Your cooking is terrible."
"No, it's nothing. How can you make flowers out of your two grains of rice?" Ning Yuanzhou muttered, "Actually, it's not that unpalatable."
"Brother Ning."
"Um."
"Xiaodao took Brother Ning's pulse today and found out that Brother Ning's internal energy is not weak, but his body has a lot of hidden injuries, and even his life span has been lost. These are not things that a gang leader should have."
"I used to be a member of the Six Paths Hall."
"That makes sense. I heard that there are many people in the Six Paths Hall. Where is Brother Ning on duty?"
"Wudu."
"That's a big place. Brother Ning must have seen many people. I want to ask Brother Ning about someone. I wonder if Brother Ning has seen him."
Jingting stood up, rummaged through a package for a long time, and carefully took out a scroll.
The scroll opened to reveal a painting of a beautiful woman in red with a peach blossom face.
"Her name is Ruyi, Ren Ruyi."
"What a beautiful woman. I've been away from Wudu for a while, so I really don't have much of an impression." Ning Yuanzhou frowned slightly while holding the portrait.
"Who is she to you?"
"She is the mother of my... child."
