"Mr. Jing." He Qing regained her composure and returned to the teahouse, smiling and glancing at Yu Yun.

Yu Yun understood, knowing that she had something to say to Jing Ge, so she immediately got up and left.

"I'll go for a walk."

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Jing Ge asked.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess knows that Mr. Jing is seriously ill and will die soon, so she specially found a way to continue her life." He Qing looked at Jing Ge and said.

"Huh?" Jing Ge was surprised, he knew his condition, and there was no cure for him. After all, even Shangguan Junyue was helpless, she studied under the Medicine King Valley, and she was the top of the world's medical path.

"How?" Jing Ge asked, if he could live, who would want to die, Jing Ge was naturally no exception.

"His Royal Highness has ordered someone to build a seven-star altar, and on the night of the crescent moon, he will draw the luck of the human race from the sword of King Qin to infuse the baptism for Mr., and he can continue his life for three or five years." Kazuharu confessed.

Jing Ge was silent for a moment, and did not show an ecstatic expression as He Qing imagined, but asked very calmly.

"For such a great favor, what does the princess ask for in return?"

Jing Ge had some hope in his heart, but he guessed that Xiliang might have asked for something to bother him for this.

However, Kazuha's answer was unexpected.

"The princess just thought of friendship, and didn't say what she wanted you to do, please rest assured." He Qing smiled, understanding what he was thinking.

"In this way, I will ask Miss Qing to convey my gratitude on my behalf, and I will not forget this kindness until I die." Jing Ge said seriously.

He Qing's heart moved, and he said, "I have another way in Xiliang, not only can I extend my husband's life for three or five years, but I can cure my husband." However, the cost is too great, and Mr. needs to do something for us Xiliang in exchange. ”

"What are you doing?" Jing Ge asked.

"Please Mr. repair a book, send it to Yanmen Pass, and persuade the Northwest Army to surrender to my Xiliang." Kazuharu continued.

Jing Ge chuckled and shook his head when he heard this, "Miss Qing takes my position in the Northwest Army too seriously. The Northwest Army is by no means persuaded to surrender by someone who repairs a letter, and even if I do, the generals will not agree. ”

"Whether the Northwest Army surrenders or not is their business, Mr. only needs to follow his words, and there are no other requirements." Kazuharu further said.

Jing Ge still shook his head.

"Just write a letter and you can exchange your own life, don't you want to?" Kazuharu continued to ask.

"A gentleman has something to do, and he doesn't do something." Jing Ge replied calmly, decisively refused, and did not hesitate much.

"But I don't think Mr. is a gentleman." He Qing teased, quite relieved in his heart, secretly thinking that the princess really has a unique vision, and she is not a wrong person.

This person has his own bottom line and guidelines for acting, and he will not be easily tempted, and he is much higher than those rats who see small profits and forget their righteousness, which alone is convincing.

"Whether a gentleman is a gentleman or not is not judged by others? The big husband walks in the heaven and earth, and takes on the things in front of him, so what does he think about the aftermath. Jing Ge said calmly, he didn't care if others said he was a gentleman or a villain.

"It's a good sentence to take responsibility for the things in front of you, so why not comment after you." He Qing sighed and nodded in agreement, which is full of heart. "If that's the case, I'm not reluctant to Mr. Xiliang."

"Although the princess has no request, how will Mr. Jing repay me Xiliang after receiving this favor?" He Qing asked again, as the protector of Xiliang, she should strive for more benefits for Xiliang, even if it is insignificant, she can't let it go, and the goose is plucked.

Jing Ge thought seriously for a while, "All my things, Her Royal Highness the princess should not be able to look at them." ”

"When I return to Great Qin, I will not make any suggestions to the imperial court that are unfavorable to Xiliang. They will also try to avoid meeting with Xiliang soldiers. If one day, he has to fight against Xiliang. The captured generals and soldiers were not killed, and they were returned to Xiliang to repay their kindness. He pondered for a moment and continued.

"Okay, at that time, please don't forget today's promise." He Qing replied with a smile, and said such words, which was really arrogant and confident.

"From now on, Mr. will take a bath and fast, clear his mind and calm down, adjust his state and wait for the night of the new moon, and he will say goodbye first." Again, she told that no one had used such methods for a long time. Whether it will work, or if there will be some surprise, is hard to predict.

"Thank you, Miss Qing." Jing Ge sincerely thanked her, grateful for her understanding, and didn't say this in front of Yun'er.

Human beings are inherently dead, and death itself is not terrible, but what is terrible is that there is a thought in the heart

What Jing Ge thinks about the most these days is how worried Jing Mu Yun'er and those friends should be when they learn about their state, especially their mother, if their father is no longer there and their only son has also passed away, he can't imagine that picture.

If you can borrow three or five years from the heavens, although it is not much, it should be enough to arrange the afterlife, which is much better than leaving in a hurry.

When He Qing heard this, he turned around and glanced at him, and then sighed in his heart and drifted away.

Jing Ge returned to the palace of the Song Dynasty to meditate.

"Yun'er, I may need to retreat for a few days later." He stroked Yun'er's long hair and said gently.

"The God King and the War King have poured their life's power into my body, and I have never been able to fuse. Now that Brother Zhuge has built a Dharma altar to help me, it is a good opportunity. Jing Ge is serious about making things up, and lying is one of the things he does best.

Yun'er stared at him with burning eyes, and the slightest expression could not escape her pupils, but she couldn't tell that Jing Ge was lying.

It's just that she faintly feels that something is wrong, her spiritual pupils, and she can see that the two true elements in Jingge Dantian have long since merged and disappeared.

Why didn't he say it now, but she didn't ask, just nodded obediently. She believed that Jing Ge would not deceive her, and there should be something imperfect.

"Okay, then we'll go back to Daqin when you're out of the customs." She buried her head deeper in Jing Ge's arms.

Time passed, and soon it was the beginning of the month.

The seven-star altar has been built on the ancestral dragon vein of the Song Kingdom, which is square and seven-cornered, and is seven stories high. There are bells hanging at the corners of the eaves of each floor, which sound leisurely in the wind. The wooden pillars are inscribed with all kinds of strange runes, and the white-robed priests are chanting obscure incantations around them, as if calling and praying, and there is a mysterious atmosphere.

Yun'er was surprised, this was helping him practice martial arts? It is clearly a practice, an ancient ritual. She grabbed Jing Ge's wrist a little nervously, unwilling to let go.

"Well, there's something special about this method, so don't worry." Jing Ge comforted her and signaled that she didn't need to be nervous.

Zhuge Yin and Heqing came over.

He was dressed in a gray and white robe, with a high crown, with a solemn expression, holding a peachwood long sword, and his body was covered with various rune papers.

"Why is Brother Zhuge dressed like this... Handsome. Jing Ge glanced twice.

"The third brother is going to talk nonsense." Zhuge Yin said solemnly.

Jing Ge nodded, indicating that he knew that this should be a very solemn ceremony.

Night is falling, the moonrise is approaching, and the hour is approaching.

"The third brother sits in the center of the altar on the third floor, and when the ceremony is not finished, don't act rashly no matter what happens. Otherwise, the consequences are unpredictable, have you ever known? Zhuge Yin said.

"How long will the ritual last?" Jing Ge asked.

"Seven days."

"Seven days?"

"Hey, where are you going, third brother?" Zhuge Yin looked at Jing Ge who was walking away quickly.

"I'm going to pee first." A voice could be heard in the distance.

Yun'er was helpless, so she had to smile awkwardly and politely, and the worry in her heart when she looked at Jing Ge's appearance also weakened a lot.

"For seven days, no one shall approach the altar of the Dharma, and those who violate it will be killed on the spot.

Zhuge Yin announced loudly that all the people around him, except for the Taoist masters who were chanting around the altar, had retreated.

Three hundred meters away from the altar, there are armor soldiers who are closely guarded. He Qing hung above the altar to protect the Dharma for them.

"King Qin Sword."

He Qing shook her hand and inserted the Qin Wang Sword into the gap in the center of the seventh layer, she was not only here to protect Jing Ge, but more importantly, to be optimistic about the Qin Wang Sword.

At the beginning of the new month, Zhuge Yin was revolving around Jingge on the third layer. There are words in his mouth, the peachwood sword is waved indiscriminately, and the rune paper is pasted randomly, looking unfathomable.

"Big brother, I'm a little nervous." Jing Ge said nervously.

"Such a coincidence? The first time I did this, I was also nervous, big brother. Zhuge Yin replied, and then continued to chant and jump.

"Alright, almost, it's up to you to create it yourself." After a long while, Zhuge Yin stopped, wiped the sweat drops on his forehead, and threw the peach wood sword casually and said.

"Oh." Jing Ge sat there and didn't feel any change.

Yun'er in the distance saw that the Qin Wang Sword was shrouded in a beam of moonlight. A pale yellow mist overflowed from the sword body, pouring down, with a mysterious aura, and slowly flowed into the next layer of the altar.

The altar was airtight, with only a small door leading outside, and it was late at night

The candlesticks around Jingge will also burn out, and Zhuge Yin walks out of the altar. He was about to close the door and seal him up completely.

Suddenly, he remembered something, so he stood at the door and said to Jing Ge.

"Third brother, do you know that Her Royal Highness the princess has a nickname named Loquat?"

"I didn't know before." Jing Ge replied.

"Why did she call Loquat by the name?" Zhuge Yin asked.

"Her father took it." Jing Ge replied nonchalantly, trying to feel if there was any change in his body, there was a heptagonal magic circle directly above his head, which was now emitting a faint light, gradually brightening.

"Nonsense, who doesn't know, it's just why the lord gave her such a vulgar nickname." Zhuge Yin felt that his IQ had been insulted.

"Where is the name that King Liang gave to his daughter in honor of his deceased wife?" Jing Ge said that he remembered his father, how similar he was to King Xiliang, who was in a high position, and had only loved one woman deeply from beginning to end.

Zhuge Yin was slightly stunned, and slammed the door shut. I shuddered, and there was a chill in my heart, and I thought to myself: A group of ordinary people, how can a woman have an interesting battle book.

A faint pillar of light flowed down, enveloping Jing Ge, and he bathed in it, whispering a loquat sentence.

"There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife when she died, and now it is like a pavilion."