The rising sun shines on this ice and snow battlefield.
The smell of blood seems not as strong as yesterday, but looking down from a high place, there are all kinds of mottled colors everywhere.
On this cold battlefield, the light of morning gave it new life. The ice and snow gradually melted under the sunshine and flowed into streams, washing every inch of the land. Yesterday's mottled blood stains gradually became dim under the sunlight, but they still told the cruelty of yesterday.
Mr. Xing took the boy and went into the city with Mr. Ying.
Not far after crossing the pass, I heard the sound of galloping horses behind me.
The three of them turned around and saw two horses, one white and one brown, coming carrying their master.
"Who is coming? This is a battlefield, everyone is waiting to leave quickly!" the guard shouted.
"I'm here, Long Zibing, entrusted by an expert to come to support the northern battlefield!"
"My surname is Ji, and my single name is Que. I know a little bit about medical skills. I hope it can come in handy!"
When the guard heard that the two were here for support, his expression softened slightly. He still had a sullen face towards Long Zibing, but he was very polite to the old man. After all, there are too many sick and wounded people now. Even the masters have to fight with injuries, let alone the soldiers? So it's always good to have an extra doctor, even a barefoot one.
"Magpie Doctor!" After hearing the old man's self-introduction, Mr. Xing and Mr. Ying were very happy and quickly ran back to the pass to salute the old miracle doctor.
"Oh! It's Mr. Xing and Mr. Ying! Are you here too?" Doctor Magpie was very happy and led Long Zibing to return the favor.
The guard heard the names of the two people, saw their movements, and the piety on their faces, and immediately realized that the old man in front of him was definitely not as simple as he said.
The guard knew the importance of Mr. Ying and Mr. Xing. After all, even if these two people came last night and asked him to keep it secret, this was impossible. How could you not notify King Yan when a master came near the camp? However, King Yan respected their decision and did not disturb them, but still sent a small team to protect them and rest. It can be seen from this that these two are real masters.
Then, the "miraculous doctor" recognized by the true master certified by King Yan is probably far from being as simple as "a superficial knowledge of medical skills". After understanding these joints, the guard became serious about the old man.
While everyone was greeting the Magpie Doctor and crowding the old man into the pass, Long Zibing was the only one blowing the cool breeze outside the pass.
"Oh! Magpie Doctor! Why are you here, old man? What a blessing, what a blessing!" King Yan's loud voice came from afar.
Everyone turned around and saw King Yan leading Mo Qianji, Lao Mumu and others hurriedly over here.
"Hahaha! King Yan! Long time no see!"
"I've met King Yan!"
When the guard heard King Yan's loud voice, he lowered his head to show respect for the magic doctor Magpie.
Even Prince Yan calls him a miracle doctor! Can this still be fake? If you have a better attitude, you might lose half your life and rely on this old man to save you.
"King Yan, don't just see me. I have brought you three masters!" Magpie Doctor waved his hand and pointed to the old man Mo Qianji who was chatting with Mo Qianji not far away. Mr. Xing and Mr. Ying, as well as Long Zibing, who is still blowing wind outside the pass.
"Magical Doctor Magpie, don't take credit for yourself. Lao Mumu's injury is a bit serious, why don't you come over and have a look?" Mo Qianji shouted while King Yan was greeting a few others.
"Hey! Are you alive just now?" Doctor Magpie walked straight to the old wood, felt his pulse, looked at his face and asked: "Last time you were in that cabin and asked me: Why did you leave? ? Something like that. Tell me, if I didn’t leave, would you still be able to see me here? "
The old man didn't dare to speak, after all, Doctor Magpie was the boss now.
"You're telling me that you're just beating up a bunch of bones without any meaning!" Doctor Magpie probably understood the cause of Lao Mu's disease, and couldn't help scolding Lao Mu.
"I have no intention or strength, and I can fight with my destiny back and forth!" Lao Mumu said this with his eyes rolling around, "If I had the intention...well, my destiny, then...that's it. .”
The magpie doctor felt the pulse of his other hand and determined the injury of the old wood. He turned around and said to the others: "It's okay, let's do some acupuncture, drink a cup of hot drink, and take a rest!"
After listening to the words of Magic Doctor Magpie, everyone felt relieved.
"Let's go then. Let's go to Mr. Mu's camp first and recover this master's injuries as soon as possible. I don't know when the army from the Northern Territory will counterattack again!"
Everyone was about to go inside, when a scream came over.
"King Yan! I also want to contribute to the Northern Territory!"
Everyone turned around and saw Long Zibing standing outside the pass with a face that was worse than death.
Long Zibing saw everyone's eyes filled with strange looks, and his already chilled heart froze instantly.
"Magical Doctor Magpie! Please say something, please." Long Zibing was about to collapse.
"Everyone, this is Master Long from a famous family. He is young and has good strength." After all, the magpie doctor couldn't bear to let the cold wind blow outside.
"Being a man of lofty ideals and being valued by the magic doctor, it must not be easy. Let him come in!"
The guards received the order from King Yan, and Long Shizi was finally let in.
"Gentlemen, it's still early. I have arranged for people to observe the movements of the Northern Territory at all times. I also invite you to come into the main tent and drink some hot food to warm yourself up."
"Prince Yan, Lao Mumu and I have to excuse ourselves now!" the magic doctor Magpie reminded.
"Oh, look at this king's memory... Yes! Yes! Yes! Go." King Yan felt ashamed. Why was he so happy when he saw the support coming that he forgot about the patient?
"King Yan, gather all the doctors here and use the magic medicine of Que! There are not many places for this old man to stay - what do you think? The magic doctor?" Lao Mumu suggested.
"I think it's possible!" Doctor Magpie nodded, "Time is tight, so it would be nice to teach him one and a half moves that can save lives."
"Okay! I will call the free doctors here now, and I hope that the magic doctor Que can take the time to train!" King Yan waved his hand and gave his full support.
"Okay, let's go and prick the old wood twice first." The magic doctor followed the old wood into his felt tent.
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Eastern Region, the northern border of Chu State.
The wise man sat under the tree, watching the birds flying in the sky, watching the clouds passing by in the sky, watching... the two little people slowly climbed up below, and their bodies gradually grew larger.
"I've met the Patriarch!" The two of them saluted the wise man.
Birds of a feather! The wise man cursed secretly.
"How did you find me?" the wise man asked.
"Back to Grandmaster, it was Master who told me that Grandmaster is here." The younger one replied.
"It's still a little bit worse!" The wise man said confusing words, "You are much more mature than when I first met you!"
The two juniors in front of them are naturally the two juniors from Huaigu. As for their master, it is naturally Lao Ma Pao. When the wise man went to Lao Ma Pao to inquire about the "Jiuzhou Plan", the young disciple had not yet come out of the mountain, so naturally he had seen him.
"Thank you, Master Patriarch. Soldiers are deceitful! Young people must mature so that they have the courage to accept the cruelty of soldiers." Xiao Ma Pao replied.
"Well said! It's great that you have such an idea!" Although the wise man didn't like war very much, he was not opposed to preparing for a rainy day, so he expressed great joy to this little linen robe.
"What's your name?" asked the wise man.
"Back to Master, my name is Bo Ling!"
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Northern Territory, in the cave.
"It's okay for you to tie me up here like this!" Youhou sneered.
"Why is it nothing?" Zhuang Zhenren was curious.
"You shouldn't have notified the people in the royal court to come and rescue me." You Hou curled his lips, "How about catching a turtle in a porcelain trap? Don't be attacked from both sides. Don't blame me for not warning you!"
"Are you thinking too much?" Master Zhuang felt helpless at Youhou's divergent thinking, "I'm just going to tie you here, and then..."
"Then what?" Youhou certainly didn't believe that the other party's intention was that simple.
"No matter whether your southern expedition succeeds or fails, your value is no different from that sack called Wild Wolf!" Master Zhuang looked at him with slightly pitiful eyes.
Youhou met Zhuang Zhenren's eyes, and after a moment, he smiled disdainfully and said: "Are you using me as a condition for negotiation? What kind of pig brains do you people from the Eastern Region have? Do you think you are literate? Can wild wolves use it for negotiation? Because his limbs are intact, but as for me? Damn, I am a useless person. Do you think Da Ming is a fool?" As he spoke, Youhou could no longer control his laughter and burst into laughter.
Master Zhuang glanced at him playfully, and after he had laughed enough, he leaned down and reminded, "You seem to have forgotten one thing!"
"Hmph!" Youhou glanced at Master Zhuang with an expression that said, "I've seen through you fools." "What? Tell me about it? The educated people from the Eastern Region have actually discovered something that I have forgotten."
Master Zhuang narrowed his eyes and said word by word: "You are the Right Marquis of the Northern Territory!"
Youhou didn't understand what it meant at first and stared at Zhuang Zhenren for a while. Just as the two sides were looking at each other, Youhou suddenly flicked his neck and knocked his head hard on the stone.
Master Zhuang is always on the lookout for his target to commit suicide, how can he achieve his wish now? He put his hand on the back of his head in advance, and when Youhou was about to commit suicide, he raised his hand and stopped Youhou's move.
"Don't break it! Youhou has a lot of good things in his head!" Master Zhuang stood up with the corner of his mouth raised.
Seeing Youhou who wanted to die, Master Zhuang didn't want to worry about it. He directly released the illusion of Tao and let him have a good sleep. Then he walked out of the cave to wake up.
In fact, whether Youhou is alive or dead, he has no practical use to the Northern Territory. Regardless of whether Youhou is dead or not, since he has been captured by the East Territory for so long, the North Territory will no longer trust him.
Zhuang Zhenren, whose thoughts were wandering, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked south, towards the southern border of the Northern Territory. There, there was an extremely strong pressure that made him breathless!
here we go again! It came once last night, and now it comes again. This is the second time! What the hell are we facing on the front lines?
"Hahahaha! The high priest has arrived, and you will definitely die!" Youhou was awakened from his slumber by coercion. Before Master Zhuang could react, he threw his neck back with the greatest strength in his life, and his head made a "click" sound. He hit the stone and made no sound.
