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Zhao Wuqiu is one of the great disciples of the Six Halls, and it didn't take much effort to find General Han Cheng, and the general took a lot of medicines in the hall with Mo Qing, exorcism and cooling, concentrating and calming, all kinds of things, if it weren't for the general with a Qiankun bag, so many medicines, he really couldn't take it.

After Wuqiu and Mo Qing explained some matters, they left the Changxian Academy alone with General Han Cheng, and walked straight towards the Black Armor Army, preparing to rush to Youzhou City to eliminate the epidemic.

Under the wise leadership of Han Cheng, the neat and uniform black armor iron cavalry can be described as a remarkable achievement, looking back on the past, there are traces of black armor in countless border battles around it, and the border herdsmen outside the Saiwai invaded the Qingzhou border, the last thing they want to see, the black armor iron cavalry is one of them, just playing against them, they feel a lot of pressure, let alone the confrontation afterward.

Wuqiu walked forward with the iron horse, passing through this well-known desert barrenness, but Wuqiu's state of mind was no longer as calm and calm as before.

Looking back at the air fortress behind him, Wuqiu suddenly remembered that the desert was lonely and the sun was setting over the long river. , this feeling of loneliness and loneliness is quite similar to my current state of mind.

The horses of the black armor army are very fine, and it is not too much to say that it is one of the best horses in a hundred, and in just half a day, I saw the inscription hanging high on the city gate: Youzhou.

Youzhou City, is a beacon territory, in order to resist the invasion of foreign races, the Qingzhou Dynasty built a border city along the frontier, and at the same time expanded the territory in the deserted place, further extending the territory of the Qingzhou continent.

Half a month ago, Youzhou City, one of the thousands of border cities, suddenly broke out of an unsolvable plague, and the disease spread rapidly, the people who got the plague did not survive one in ten, and the corpses were all over the field.

Liu Qing, the lord of Youzhou City, is about the same age as Han Cheng, and has two sons under his knees, the eldest son Liu Wen died on the battlefield, and the second son Liu Ji is his adjutant, and he is a rare general.

Youzhou City, is the city lord of the past generations of time to become a little popular here, a plague, so that the efforts of the ancestors in vain, the streets in the city are full of white silk, the gloomy sky seems to be secretly sad for the tragedy of Youzhou, this turbid air is filled with the smell of despair and death.

Bidding farewell to a medicine house in the far corner, the busy An Ziruo changed places to continue practicing medicine, holding the dying seriously ill patient on his shoulder, and asked bitterly: "Are you okay?

"Don't waste any more medicine, I can't be cured, thank you, doctor......" The patient closed his heavy eyelids tiredly, these were his last words, although there was no light in life, but there was no regret in death.

"Hmm......" An Ziruo held back tears, and her dirty cheeks still quietly slipped down the crystal tears.

"Auntie~ In the front hall, a few more uncles have left...... Behind An Ziruo, the weak child walked behind the woman tiredly, and said with a haggard expression even more haggard than the woman.

"It's okay, it's going to get better, the doctors in the Imperial City and the Medicine King Valley will definitely send someone when they get the news!" the woman gently squeezed out a smile, hugged the thin child, and said firmly.

"Auntie...... Aren't you afraid?" An Chengde was still palpitating for the commotion a few days ago, and the situation at that time, the people in the city would definitely kill them, and then leave without guilt, just like torturing innocent cats and dogs, no matter how dependent the cats and dogs were on themselves, they would eventually die tragically.

"Don't care, no matter how good the country is, it will have a poisonous tumor, and those scum will only usher in destruction in the end, just ......like that day," An Ziruo rubbed An Chengde's little head and comforted him earnestly.

No matter how fanciful An Ziruo said, he knew that he would not be able to easily get out of this nightmare in the future.

The clear mind asked himself: Is there anyone in this world of mountains and seas who can completely change the tragedy of this world of mountains and seas, so that the people can have their own judgment and reason, and there will be no more tragic situations today.

The outbreak of the plague was sudden, there was no source, and the death rate reached a record high; in just half a month, the population of Youzhou City had been reduced by more than half, in order to ensure that the plague did not spread outward, the ironclad iron riders of Youzhou decisively chose to close the city.

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On the sparsely populated streets, white mourning objects became the main color, and the remaining people were lonely, mostly sad and depressed.

On such a street, the young man in white rushed all the way, his spotless clothes and his calm face were incompatible with Youzhou City at this time, and the young man's body was strange, like a spirit monkey that had just come out of the mountain, curiously observing the outside world.

"Huh?" the boy stopped in front of a medicine house, touched the neck of the thin boy leaning against the stake, and then touched a delicate small pill from his arms for him to hold, but after a few breaths, the boy opened his eyes tiredly, and saw that the person looking down on him was not a relative, so he said in a little panic, "What about my aunt?"

"Auntie, there is no one else?" Zhao Wuqiu looked around, judging from the countless corpses, there were no women, "Maybe he went to take refuge somewhere......

Zhao Wuqiu guessed this possibility, after all, there is such a thing as the plague, if you can hide, you can hide, otherwise you will be infected and you will be worse than dead.

"No! My aunt won't run away! She's the best doctor in the world, and she won't abandon her healer's compassion! You must be lying to me! I'm going to find my mother!" the boy angrily rebuked Zhao Wuqiu's judgment, and his vague face showed the anger of a small wild leopard.

"You calm down, people's hearts are unpredictable, how can you determine the character of your relatives, you are still young, and you don't know how to measure a person's character......" Zhao Wuqiu said earnestly to educate the stubborn boy.

"No way, you must be lying to me, my aunt will never give up on me and run away......!

"Gollum ......" the boy's stomach screamed very eye-catching, and he suddenly got up, feeling dizzy and swollen;

"Hungry, this is the spirit grass of our Xianmen, eat one, you can instantly recover your strength and relieve your cravings. Zhao Wuqiu took out a long grass plant like a garlic seedling from the Qiankun bag and said to the boy.

The boy's eyes were melancholy, this big garlic-like thing could make him hungry, but he was already hungry and swallowed it in one bite, not caring about the ugliness of eating.

Zhao Wuqiu squatted in front of the boy, and gently dusted off the boy's patched rags with his palm, this kind of fabric can only be used to wrap firewood in the rich and noble, and the child has been wearing it.

"Tell me about what has happened in Youzhou City in the past few days. Zhao Wuqiu said with a smile on his face.

"Good ......" The boy ate the fairy grass, and also knew that Zhao Wuqiu's origin was extraordinary, and honestly talked about the situation in Youzhou City.

According to the official investigation, the plague in Youzhou City spread from the mercenary group at the beginning, and the big medicine store in the city did not find the corresponding prescription before the outbreak, and the most hateful thing is that they also fled, coupled with the shortage of food and grass in the city, the only food was tuned up by a few rich families, and these factors combined led to the current situation.

"So it's because the mercenaries went out of the city to hunt and brought back the plague?" Zhao Wuqiu asked.

"No, my aunt said, this is someone deliberately creating a plague, the means are fierce, and the people behind the scenes are ...... all over the world," the boy said this, and there was anger in his eyes, as a descendant of a healer, he hated this kind of poisoner.

"Your aunt, what did she say?" Zhao Wuqiu was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

The child's analysis penetrated into it, and An Chengde's family attracted Zhao Wuqiu's attention.

"My aunt said that there was a plague recorded in the pharmacopoeia of the Medicine King Valley: at the beginning of the Qing Zhou Dynasty, all beasts were in turmoil, the imperial city was shrouded in demons and ghosts, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and there was not one in ten living beings. The boy said respectfully.

"Medicine King Valley, how could your aunt know this? She is from Medicine King Valley?" Zhao Wuqiu was very curious, the "Pharmacopoeia" is the secretary of Medicine King Valley, and outsiders will not have a chance to see it.

"My aunt is the heir of Yaowang Valley, what she said in her dream ......" An Chengde replied, since he can remember, An Chengde has been attracted by his aunt's living place intentionally or unintentionally, this is his innate instinct, observe, observe the strangeness around him;

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