"Uncle?"

Looking at Wang Li's puzzled expression, Huangfu Song waved his hand and said with a smile: "The so-called concern is chaos, the old man is really sick and rushed to the doctor these days, and he actually forgot about this person."

Fortunately, there is no endless road, and this person came to the door by himself. Otherwise, as long as Ling'er has a good character, don't you think the old man wants to buy a piece of tofu and kill him? ”

Just now we were talking about Hua Tuo and Fan A, why did they change their minds so quickly? According to the uncle's meaning, as long as this person comes forward, Ling'er will be worry-free, this person can be compared with Hua Tuo or Fan A, and there are still famous doctors comparable to Hua Tuo in this period?

Wang Li's heart was shocked, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he hurriedly asked: "Uncle, is this person Nanyang Zhang Ji Zhang Zhongjing?" ”

"Well, it's Zhang Ji!"

Zhang Ji? Wang Li was suddenly relieved, and his long-yin face finally showed a sunny color, Zhang Ji, Zhang Zhongjing. A native of Nieyang County, Nanyang County, a famous medical scientist in the Han Dynasty, he was known as the "Three Divine Doctors of Jian'an" together with Hua Tuo and Dong Feng.

When he was appointed as the Taishou of Changsha, on the fifteenth day of every new year, they opened the government to diagnose and treat the pulse of the people in all directions, so they were also respected as "Zhang Changsha". Of course, what is even more commendable is that Zhang Ji wrote two medical masterpieces, "Treatise on Typhoid Fever and Miscellaneous Diseases" and "Jin Kui Yaolu", with reference to the medical masterpieces of the past dynasties such as "The Soup Sutra", "Su Wen", and "The Great Treatise on Yin and Yang", which laid the principle of syndrome differentiation and treatment of Chinese medicine in one fell swoop, which is the soul of Chinese medicine.

Of course, Zhang Ji's reputation was not prominent at this time, but how many ancient figures of this period were in Wang Li's chest, how could he forget this famous medical saint?

It's just that this machine flicked his sleeves lightly and went out of the house, elegantly and out of the dust, where is it like a generation of famous doctors, this is clearly a Taoist priest who is looking for mountains and streams, okay.

Wang Li looked at Huang Fu Song with a wry smile, but Huang Fu Song continued to explain as if he knew what Wang Li was thinking: "That Zhang Zhongjing is Ling'er's uncle, you have no doubt about this. As for why he doesn't come to the door and likes to fly the eaves and walk on the wall, I don't know this.

However, the reason why a master is called a master is that he often has a perverse and withdrawn meaning in dealing with people, and since he acts like this, he naturally has his deep meaning, so why do we need to delve into it? ”

"Zhang Ji is Ling'er's uncle?"

"Yes, he is Ling'er's uncle. My Huangfu family has been in the army for generations, and the martial arts used are nothing more than fierce and fierce, and they can fight in the army of 10,000 people, but they are not good at fighting alone. And Ling'er's swordsmanship is not strong enough, more feminine, and erratic, all because Ling'er had to meet his master when he was young. ”

"Who is Ling'er's master?" No wonder that Xiao Nizi is very extraordinary, and her hands are unpredictable, it turns out that there is still a master hidden by her side, Wang Li nodded and smiled.

"It's strange to say, Ling'er has been apprenticed for more than ten years, and the old man doesn't even know Ling'er's master."

"Huh? You don't even know each other? ”

Huangfu Song nodded and laughed at himself: "Yes, the old man rarely deals with people in the rivers and lakes in the army, and he has only seen Ling'er's master from a distance two or three times, but he has not dealt directly with him. It's just that judging by his words and deeds, although his master's requirements for Ling'er are strict, they are also doting, and the old man is also free-range to Ling'er, so the old man did not intervene. Over the years, I have had a few encounters with Ling'er, the uncle. ”

Where are you free-range, it's clear that it's herding sheep, it's several times bigger than the hearts of those Buddhist parents in the previous life, is there a father like you?

Wang Li secretly confessed to himself, but listened to Huangfu Song continue, "Let's go, Yang Zhai has gone down, the anti-thieves on the East Road have been broken, and the moth thieves in Zhang Jiao are already panicking like ants and rats fleeing for their lives." Now is the time to beat the Reservoir Dogs, so let's go and see where we're next! ”

This Huangfu Song really deserves to be the first general in the late Han Dynasty, as soon as Ling'er was sent away, he immediately recovered the demeanor of a famous general, and he was iron-blooded and cold!

Wang Li shook his head and followed Huangfu Song's footsteps towards the main hall.

……

Xihua County, Runan County, Changping County, Qinzhi County, and Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Western Han Dynasty, changed his name to Xihua. Of course, this Changping is not the other Changping, there is no Qin and Zhao army among the Seven Heroes of the Warring States here, and there are no more than 400,000 Zhao soldiers killed by Wu Anjun in a rage.

Here, there are only Huangfu Song, only Zhu Jun, and only Peng Tuo, the Yellow Turban general in Xihua City, and tens of thousands of sturdy soldiers under the command of both sides.

Wang Changling, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, once wrote in "Out of the Fortress": "The horse newly crosses the white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold on the battlefield." The sound of the iron drum at the head of the city is still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up. ”

There was no golden sword in the box, but there was a sharp sword, a sharp sword that kills.

The iron armor is dotted with cold light, and the sword is stained with blood. Wang Li gently stroked the little blood stains on Zhongxingjian's body, sighed and swung the sword into the sheath, gently clamped the shadow under the crotch, and slowly paced up the hill in the twilight.

The remnant sun is fading, the twilight is deep, and the white tents have been erected and scattered under Xihua City, like pearls in the wasteland.

It's a pity that although the pearl is beautiful, the wasteland is even more tragic and desolate.

The afterglow of Xihua City has long since lost its former tranquility, and everywhere you can see is a mess, there are not many people walking around on the long battlefield, and thousands of Han soldiers and moth thieves are lying down, lying down, or sitting The remains are all over the wilderness.

If people are like this, how can horses be alone? One by one, the sturdy war horses lay on the ground, and the blood under them was like a mournful scream, but more war horses were already running and screaming in groups of three or five like ownerless wild horses.

The sunset shines on the banner, and the horse is singing in the wind. The galloping war horse is still vigorous, but the yellow turban battle flag is no longer complete, and several broken yellow flags are slanted in front of them, dancing in the wind, shaking and shaking.

The battle flag is a symbol of the cohesion of the army, and the soul of a party is tied to the body, but the battle flag must not fall.

Although the earthy yellow banner of the Yellow Turban had not yet fallen, it had long been in tatters, and the merciless killing had torn the battle flag into strips, locks, and pieces, like a fig leaf hung on the body of primitive people when they crossed back and forth in the forest.

The purple-brown blood stain exudes a strong smell of blood, under the towering city wall, in the dim afterglow, it looks so tragic and desolate, just like the yellow scarf that swept the world, it has just risen into the air before it can shine on the earth.

It has been two days since leaving Yangzhai, and the Han army continued to march south, first breaking the Yellow Turban in Ruyang, and then defeating Peng Tuo under the city, and now the Yellow Turban on the East Road has only more than 20,000 people left in Dongjun Buji and Peng Tuo, who is now trapped in the lonely city.

Looking at the mottled city wall in the distance, Wang Li walked into the big tent with thoughts, there was nothing in the big tent, there was neither a desk and a small table, nor a brother or a subordinate, Zhao Yun had already taken Zhao Hu and others to patrol the night, and the big tent was empty and only he was alone.

I don't know how Ling'er is now?

Wang Li sighed lightly, but his heart was suddenly startled, because he heard a slight breath again. Of course, it wasn't his voice, it came from behind him.

However, behind him was the door of the big tent, except for the two guards outside the door, where did the others come from?

Wang Li's right hand quietly held the hilt of the sword, slowly took two steps back, and saw that he was about to reach the door of the big tent, and suddenly turned around and slashed down with a sword, like wind and thunder.

This sword has condensed all his efforts. This sword has eliminated the transformation of various moves in the past and simplified the complex. When the sword was released, the end of the world was already at hand, and even, this sword had reached his peak at the moment.

Although his swordsmanship is not as good as Zhao Yun, he believes in his own ability, and even if this sword goes down, Zhao Yun or Guan Yu and Zhang Fei will definitely go all out here.

However, it was obvious that he was disappointed, this sword went down, he did not hear the sound of Jin Ge, nor did he hear the cold sword into the bones, all he heard was a wisp of wind breaking through the air, the tent door fluttered gently with the wind, and there was no one in front of him, empty, just like the big tent when he first came in.

No, no, the big tent was not empty, there was one more thing in the big tent, a thumb-sized gray-brown corner lying quietly in front of it, like a robe, like a short brown.

"Who is it? Pretend to be a ghost here! ”

Wang Li scolded, the long sword in his hand flicked on the ground, his feet kicked with the trend, and his hands jumped to the top of the tent like a bat, hanging upside down on the top of the tent and looking down at the big tent, only to see the silver light in the tent flashing, the brilliance was gone, and a ghostly figure had broken through the big tent and rushed out.

When Wang Li went out, he saw a campfire in the camp with white tents, and several soldiers patrolling back and forth, but where could he still find that person?

When he returned to the tent, he picked up the corner of his coat on the ground, rubbed it in his hand a few times, and found that it was just the most common gray coarse cloth, which was often used on top of robes or short browns. This thing is not only available in Luoyang, but also in Weijun and Yangzhai as long as there is a market.

Who is this man?

Is it a master lurking among the mountain people in the village or a Taoist priest living in seclusion in the peach blossom garden?

Wang Li didn't know anything, he only knew that this person might not have malicious intent when he came, otherwise he would quietly stab Wang Li in the back with his skills, and Wang Li might be able to dodge, and he would inevitably be injured.

Wang Li gently handed the corner of his clothes to his nose, and a faint pungent smell wafted into his nose. My heart shook violently, this is the smell of gunpowder! The smell of saltpeter and sulfur!

Gunpowder was discovered in the Jin Dynasty's alchemist Ge Hong when he was refining Dan, although saltpeter has been used in people's livelihood as early as the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but both saltpeter and sulfur must be available to alchemists.

That person was obviously not a villager, but a Taoist priest from outside the party!

Taoist?

Why is it a Taoist priest?

The master in his previous life was a righteous Taoist master, and he had just sent away an elegant, medically skilled Zhang Ji Zhang Zhongjing, and now there was an inexplicable Taoist priest hidden in the tent, and even his opposite side had a famous sage and good teacher today.

What's wrong with the world? Could it be that he is destined to have a fate with a Taoist priest in this life!

Wang Li paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, puzzled, and suddenly heard a loud "boom" in the camp, which tore through the tranquility of Xihua twilight, deafening, and resounding to stop the clouds, as if a thunder exploded under Xihua City.