Yang Fan's tone was as if the country was his.

He looked at the snowy plateau and the defense line, but he wanted to reduce the number of ordinary people who were implicated in the war. As for this Chahar, if you use it well, it is a sharp blade, a sharp blade that pierces into Houjin's chest.

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The mountains of Nachitai are like knives and axes and chisels, and they are angular and angular. The architecture of the town is also very different from that of Beijing Normal University. The wooden huts are scattered and faint, hidden in the valley that is not easy to breathe, not like the neat brick walls of Chang'an. Each one here has its own characteristics, all of which cannot be replicated. The wooden house adopts an airspace structure, mainly snowfall in winter, sometimes there is too much snow, and I am afraid that the wind and snow will pour in.

Due to the scarcity of the Han population, the Han people living on the plateau are very united, and seven or eight thousand people, under the leadership of the patriarch and the lieutenant chief, live in stability. The patriarch is the god of Nachitai, the emperor of Nachitai, and all affairs are taken care of by the patriarch. The armies of the Ming Dynasty rarely set foot in the territory of the Han Chinese on the plateau.

True, there is no need for garrisons here at all. People here are naturally reluctant to deal with the outside world, almost isolated from the world, and live in peace and security. The plateau people are reluctant to go down the mountain, the Sichuan people are content in the basin, and the Shaanxi people are now "making a revolution" in a chaotic manner. Historically, except for a few cases, the plateau almost always seemed to have an invisible barrier, and the imperial court did not pay attention to this place where food was scarce and sparsely populated. Even if it has been included in the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

The sun shines into the chalet. Yang Fan brought the water from the frozen spring, helped Wang Su'er adjust the medicine, and said, "Su'er." I drank the medicine on the table first. "Now this life has lasted almost ten days. It's quiet and relaxing. Yang Fan flipped through the ancient book.

Goo-goo-goo.

Wang Su'er seemed to be accustomed to the bitter decoction. After three or two drinks, he wiped his mouth with a towel and sat down quietly beside Yang Fan. Sunlight came in through the wooden windows, unsealed. The wind was still as cold as a knife, but the sun was warm. Yang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the book. Wang Su'er was holding his head on the side, and now he didn't care much about his bare head, but it was too cold, and he was wearing the yarke hat that Yang Fan made for him in Beijing.

White clouds shade the sun. The room was also a little darker. Yang Fan closed the book that Su Qing left behind and said, "How does your body feel now?" ”

Wang Su'er smiled and said, "Brother Yang, don't worry." Su'er feels much better, the air here is very happy, Su'er likes it here. ”

"If you like it, if you like. When you are cured, you can go anywhere. Yang Fan touched the hat on Wang Su'er's head, and seemed to have returned to the time of the old shop street, and every day, he could always see that naughty figure. Running around you. Nowadays, he is more reserved, and always likes to sit quietly on the side and watch the clouds roll up. Yang Fan looked at the book. Wang Su'er looked at the clouds, and Luo Yifei outside the window looked at Wang Su'er.

Clouds on the plateau, very close. Very clean.

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Yang Fan has been sitting in the house for several days. Look at the ancient book left by Su Qing. The book left by Mai Su Qing makes no sense that there is no mystery in it. Since of Xu'er's illness. As the book says, there are signs of improvement, so what is it that makes Su'er better?

He wanted to get the answer from the book, but unfortunately, after reading it for a long time, with his current experience, reading ancient hexagram books, he didn't know much about Wang Xu'er.

He closed the book and reasoned according to the common sense of modern reasoning. Su'er's illness showed signs of improvement, and it began when he arrived at the plateau. Well, the relevant factors are nothing more than a few.

First, and most likely, it is the elixir. When did Wannian Temple refine the elixir, this point, Yang Fan was very puzzled, since ancient times, the refining of the elixir is not all the thing that You Fang Langzhong and the Taoist priest do, when, the monk also did this side business. So the question is, if it is the effect of the pill, then why didn't you give it to Wang Su'er when he was in Wannian Temple?

Yang Fan took a sip of the water boiled from the freeze-free spring, and the water quality was very clean. He looked at this spring, which is a part of Wang Su'er's medicine, and the unfrozen spring has always been believed by the people on the plateau as a sacred spring and holy water. The second possibility is the effect of the spring. However, although the Han people in the town boasted about this holy water, saying that after drinking this water, all the body problems were cured, and eighty percent of them were bluffing. Yang Fan also drank Kunlun Mountain in his last life. The expensive ones are going to die, and I haven't seen people who drink Baisui Mountain and Kunlun Spring not get sick from cancer.

However, Yang Fan suspects that the biggest possibility is the change in Wang Suer's mentality. I used to be depressed, but now I want to open it, maybe optimism does help the condition worsen, but optimism can't go straight to the lesion. After thinking about it, I still have to find the answer from the book.

Yang Fan let go of the ancient book, and the hexagram in front of him was like something, Yang Fan didn't pay attention to it, but turned to the last page of Life to Death.

It's just four words, and nothing else.

"Is it really like the secret book of martial arts, which can only be manifested by roasting it with water or fire?" Yang Fan muttered to himself, and suddenly his brain-opening finger dipped the tea and smeared it on the page.

"it!"

He burst into foul language, and it was really ...... He guessed it right. He seriously suspected that this was a pit, a pit for all those who saw these four words, and their imaginations of the "divine book". The font gradually emerged, and one by one the small letters appeared.

"Arsenic? Take a hair of the dog that bit you? Your sister, is this life to death? Yang Fan looked at the text under the watermark, and there were a lot of strange prescriptions recorded on it, most of which were strange recipes for fighting poison with poison, no wonder they were named after being born to death. It mentions sepsis, which can be cured with arsenic.

Yang Fan looked at the pill again at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little creepy. Could it be ...... Is Xu'er's disease really cured with arsenic?

"Su'er! Flirt! ”

"Brother Yang, what's the matter?" Wang Xu'er, who was eating biscuits with Yizhu and Yifei, ran over and said, "Do you want to eat biscuits?" The little master Yizhu said that Brother Yang called this dried cake a biscuit, which was very crispy and delicious. ”

Yang Fan took the book and asked, "Have you read this book to the old monk of Wannian Temple?" ”

"Well, when I asked my teacher, I showed them it."

"You...... Bodyly, nothing out of the ordinary, right? ”

Wang Su'er shook her head.

Yang Fan swallowed his saliva, not knowing what to say. Because he didn't know, if he told Su'er that this elixir was likely to contain arsenic, I don't know if Su'er would be able to eat it. However, for the condition is effective, that there is no way to skip eating. This...... If you die of eating, who will you talk to...... (To be continued......)