The fragrance of Chinese medicine in the hospital is fragrant, and the spring breeze is blowing, but it is a busy figure.

Since Yang Chun fell ill, Niu Xiaohua, the owner of Lanxi Valley, seemed to be crazy. These days, I have exhausted what I have learned in my life, and I want to prolong Yang Chun's life.

After the war took a break, Yang Chun returned to the capital city to recuperate. Niu Xiaohua set up the medicine stove on the side of Yang Chun's residence, and recalled many disciples in Lanxi Valley to study the prescription.

There were figures outside the window, the room was quiet, Yang Chun was lying on the bed, and the voice of the young man Lang Lang was in his ears.

"Jizhou is on the soil, the city is eighty-five, and the people are five million ........."

Huang Que is Yang Chun's closed disciple, and he is also the only disciple beside him at this moment.

"Alright, that's it!"

As a monk in the army, he has learned a lot of things, in addition to his own cultivation improvement, he also needs to pay attention to a series of military information such as geography, mountains and rivers, and hydrology in various places.

The so-called first-class generals do not only need to have a body of force. As Yang Chun's closed disciple, Huang Que has received the most rigorous training since he was a child.

Being able to practice under a great master like Yang Chun was something that every monk in the military dreamed of.

As Yang Chun's closed disciple, Huang Que is not very qualified in the eyes of outsiders. He didn't show much of a brilliant talent, and he was silent all day, a stuffy gourd.

Huang Que was very obedient, although Yang Chun's appearance did not look good at this time. Yang Chun was one of the best grandmasters in the world, but now he was lying on the bed, his breath was weak, and his spiritual qi was disordered.

Huang Que put away the books on the table and was about to get up to leave, but was stopped by Yang Chun.

"Que'er, I'm going to a place, don't tell anyone."

Niu Xiaohua is in a very bad mood, she is the top alchemist in the world. But even so, the more she understood Yang Chun's situation at the moment, the more powerless she became.

Because she gradually understood that Yang Chun was not sick at this moment. Naturally, she couldn't cure it.

Despite this, Niu Xiaohua still worked hard every day to take the medicine she boiled to Yang Chun's sickbed and watch him eat it in person.

This may be the only thing that can comfort Niu Xiaohua now.

It's just that when she walked into Yang Chun's house with a medicine bowl as usual, there was only an empty bed and Huang Que's figure.

"Where did Yang Chun go?"

"Master told me he was going to a place, and then he left!"

Huang Que still looked stunned, but now, Niu Xiaohua finally understood why Yang Chun would accept him as a closed disciple.

Yang Chun's current situation, Niu Xiaohua couldn't be clearer, he is no longer the great grandmaster who ruled the world in the past. To hide from everyone and get out of this mansion, with Yang Chun's current situation, it is simply impossible.

The only explanation is that the kid in front of him helped him.

"Where did Yang Chun go?"

"Master won't let me say it!"

"Do you know what Yang Chun's situation is now?"

"Yes!"

"Then you still let him do nonsense. Tell me, where did Yang Chun go? ”

"Master won't let me say it!"

"You ......."

Huang Que's answer was very succinct. But it was not easy for anyone to make this answer in front of the unparalleled momentum of a great master like Niu Xiaohua.

Niu Xiaohua looked at the flute in front of her, and finally could only say helplessly.

"You really deserve to be Yang Chun's apprentice!"

Niu Xiaohua couldn't get an answer from the mouth of Huang Que in front of her, but she didn't give up. Yang Chun is already like this, where can he go now?

Suddenly, Niu Xiaohua's mind flashed and she understood where Yang Chun had gone?

The lonely mound of the green hills, the indescribable desolation.

An old man took a flask and walked step by step down the muddy road towards the lonely mound.

Forty years ago, the general who helped protect the Great Zhou Sheji passed away and was buried here.

The third prince carried the coffin, Jiuqing opened the way, and the Son of Heaven caressed the coffin and sent it for thirty miles, how huge the scene was at that time. It's just that forty years have passed in a flash, and this place has long been a place that no one cares about.

Yang Chun didn't bring anything sacrificial, walked to Yang Ci's grave, swept the dust in front of the monument, and sat down on the spot.

The words of the great general Yang Ci engraved on the tombstone have long been white, but the words are still as sharp as before. Looking at a few words, Yang Chun unconsciously remembered the past. After a long absence, everything in the past is as if it happened yesterday. It's just that time flies, but now he is no longer the boy he used to be.

After walking for such a long time, Yang Chun was tired at this time, panting slightly.

"Disgusted by God! The old minister finally understood how the lord felt at that time. ”

Yang Chun laughed to himself and raised his hand. He is the supreme monk in the world, but he can't use a little strength in his hands at the moment, and he is even weaker than an ordinary old man.

"Lingqi is disordered, the killing intent is poured out, and it is really fair to kill once in a lifetime!"

Yang Chun is dying. This fact, perhaps only Niu Xiaohua is unwilling to admit it at this moment. Yang Chunnai is a great grandmaster in the army, and he is also the world's top grandmaster.

But now this peerless, just like ordinary people, will face what everyone has to face.

Yang Chun is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to see sad faces. Therefore, he let the four righteous sons leave his side, far ahead. That's why he left everyone behind and came here.

A glass of wine in the pot, drink to dispel all sorrows!

Yang Chun, who had never drunk a thousand cups of booze in the past, only took a small sip at the moment, and coughed incessantly.

"The old minister is useless, so that the lord can see it."

Yang Chun wiped the wine stains on his beard, looked at the tombstone in front of him with a smile, and continued to say.

"Su Zhe is dead, Chang Yu is dead. The old people are all gone, and now, the old minister is also dying. Such a ridiculous and mediocre way of death, under Jiuquan, those old guys are afraid that they don't know what kind of laughter they have become. Seriously, Lao Chen also felt a little ashamed. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Chun looked up to the sky and smiled, laughing so much that tears were about to come out.

"Hah! The dignified Yang Chun actually died so badly. It's just that Lao Chen doesn't regret it, even if he does it again, Lao Chen's choice will not change. ”

Yang Chunben's smooth skin slowly showed wrinkled lines, and the muscles all over his body were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Chun's illness is not a disease, but the end of his destiny. Yang Chun has killed too much, and as for now, it is still difficult to stop the catastrophe after all. Yang Chun could live, and as a great grandmaster, he knew countless ways to prolong his life. It's just that Yang Chun didn't choose that, but chose to help Yang Xian. Especially in the battle of Liangzhou, Yang Chun's strength against twenty great grandmasters intensified this process and the process of death.

And now, Yang Chun can't hold on any longer.

"Lord! The old minister has come to meet you! ”

With a long word, Yang Chun's eyes slowly closed, and his hands fell weakly.

A generation of great masters quietly disappeared in front of this green mountain lonely mound.