Looking at the night sky, the stars are shining, but I don't know what I see, but it is the light of the past. Life and death are seen from afar through the night, just as the deceased and life are separated by memory.

One horse and three rivers, ten years will not return

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong man returned with his body

He said that he was cold and cold, and he never said goodbye to you

On the edge of the desert, the sad sound of the horn came from afar, the neighing of war horses, the killing wind gusted, and the bloody rain and bloody wind in Liangcheng.

Liang Andinghou Liang Cheng held the mountain and river sword in his hand, and fought with the enemy army for three days and three nights, and finally Liangcheng was lost, and the boss was nowhere to be found.

"Am I dead?" In a pure white world, Liang Cheng, who was holding the mountain and river sword in armor, looked around and said in his heart.

There was silence and nothingness all around, and the whole space was just him, and the sword in his hand.

Liang Cheng looked at the sword that had accompanied him for many years, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Mountains and rivers sword, you can't hold the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of Daliang, and I, the Marquis of Anding, can't stabilize the war in all directions, alas, ......"

"Wake up...... Wake me up. Suddenly, a young man's voice rang out, louder and louder, followed by a sharp pain, and the whole pure white world suddenly disappeared.

Liang Cheng opened his eyes with great difficulty, and saw a young man in green clothes, who was pounding medicine with his back to him. He wanted to speak, but he felt a hoarse pain in his throat, and he couldn't say a word, and he wanted to move his body, but he found that his whole body was wrapped in gauze, and he was covered in blood, and he couldn't move at all.

The man seemed to feel something, he turned to look at Liang Cheng, put down the medicinal herbs in his hand, walked over slowly, and sat in front of Liang Cheng's bed.

I saw that he was very skillful, stretched out his hand to check Liang Cheng's pulse, glanced at him, and said a little indifferently: "I can't die, I'm here." ”

Liang Cheng struggled to move his mouth to say something, but he was so weak at the moment that he couldn't say a word. The man seemed to guess what he was going to say and said, "Don't be in a hurry to thank you, I never save people for free, I have my own arrangements for your life." ”

After speaking, he returned to his position to make medicine and continued to be busy.

Liang Cheng, who had a splitting headache, thought about it, he was sneaking in cold water before he fell unconscious, and he only vaguely remembered that he was shot with an arrow, and then he lost consciousness. After many years of military career, he will definitely not faint from being injured by an arrow, so there is only one possibility, he was poisoned, but he has not been since that incident, the Chen family has been conditioning and preventing him, and ordinary poisons are ineffective against him. Unless...... Unless it is the poison in his own body, but how can he be ...... if he has been suppressed for many years Liang Cheng tried to recall what happened at that time, but his headache was unbearable, so he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he felt that someone was feeding him the medicine, his teeth were tight, and the person who fed the medicine rudely broke his mouth, and then slowly fed the medicine in.

Liang Cheng felt that his body had improved after taking the medicine, and he looked at the young man in front of him, and when he changed the dressing for the other wounds on his body, he acted carefully and cautiously, as if the person who had just rudely broken his mouth was another person.

Liang Cheng had a three-inch-deep knife wound in the abdomen, and after he changed the medicine, he began to stitch him, although the wound was not fatal, but it was already infected, and the surrounding area was suppurated. He applied the wound that had been stitched up with the medicinal materials he had pounded before, and after finishing it, he found that the patient in front of him was gritting his teeth, his expression was full of pain, and it was obvious that the stitches just now were not comfortable.

"The hemp boiling powder is used up, but if you want to come to the march and fight, this pain should be nothing." After he finished speaking, he covered Liang Cheng with a quilt, and the weak Liang Cheng fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, when I woke up, Liang Cheng found that he was much better, and he could get out of bed, he cleared his throat and said a few words, although his voice was more thick and hoarse than before, but he was not a dumb person.

He looked around the room, which was shabby, and there was nothing of value except for all kinds of dried medicinal herbs and a few medical books.

Outside the hut was a small stream, and the young man in Tsing Yi was catching fish by the stream, only to see that he had planted a sharpened branch in the water for a long time, but he did not find any harvest.

Seeing this, Liang Cheng walked over, snatched the branch from his hand, and stuck a few big fish in two clicks. He took the fish, glanced at Liang Cheng and said, "It's okay." ”

Liang Cheng was already hungry, and the fragrance of the fish soup spread, and he swallowed his saliva. While he was lighting the fire, he couldn't help but glance at the fish in the pot. After a few side dishes were fried, the man brought the meal to the table, and Liang Cheng consciously sat opposite him, ready to start.

The young man in Tsing Yi brought him a bowl of medicinal soup and motioned him to drink it, the medicinal soup was extremely bitter, and Liang Chengqiang drank it with the desire to vomit.

Liang Cheng hurriedly took a bowl of fish soup and was about to drink it to suppress the bitter taste of this medicine, but was snatched away by the young man.

Liang Cheng was a little embarrassed: "Your medicine is really bitter." ”

The young man spoke: "Good medicine is good for disease. ”

After speaking, the boy took a sip of the fish soup he had snatched and continued to eat.

Liang Cheng only realized at this time that the young man only put a pair of chopsticks, and there was nothing in front of Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng was a little embarrassed and said, "Where are the chopsticks?" I'll pick it up myself. ”

The young man said indifferently: "What to do with the dishes and chopsticks, your body can't eat at the moment." ”

Liang Cheng only felt hungry, and this hunger was as if if there was a pig in front of him, he could eat it. But now, the doctor said that he couldn't eat, so he had to endure it.

Liang Cheng hurriedly diverted the topic and said, "I haven't asked what Engong's surname is and where he lives?" I will reward him with a lot of money for his kindness today. ”

The young man didn't raise his head and said, "Okay, just help me kill someone after you recover." ”

"Murder?" Liang Cheng was a little surprised, this young man was about twenty years old, his facial features were delicate and elegant, and his temperament was cold, as if he was the son of an ordinary family. And with superb medical skills, saving lives and helping the wounded, such a loving person who hangs a pot to help the world, is so indifferent and ruthless when he says something murderous.

The young man glanced up at him and said, "I saved one of you, so naturally I want you to kill one person, and there is a balance between life and death." ”

Seeing that Liang Cheng didn't reply, the young man said, "If I can save people, can't I kill people?" ”

Liang Cheng sighed and said, "Okay, I promise you." ”

The young man smiled slightly and said, "You don't ask me who I want you to kill?" ”

The young man's smile was like a spring breeze, which made people feel more comfortable, and Liang Cheng was a little stupid when he looked at it.

The young man looked at Liang Cheng, who was staring at him, and coughed dryly: "There is something on my face?" ”

Liang Cheng realized his faux pas, and hurriedly diverted the topic and said, "I don't know the name of Engong yet." ”

The young man still smiled and said, "Mo Wushuang." ”

This time, the young man's smile changed in Liang Cheng's eyes, and he blurted out, "Poison Sutra Holy Hand Mo Wushuang?" Liang Cheng looked at the thin and handsome young man in front of him in disbelief.

Mo Wushuang looked at Liang Chengdao, who stood up suddenly with a shocked face: "It seems that there is such a title." ”

Liang Cheng instantly raised his vigilance, and he asked coldly, "Why did you save me." ”

Mo Wushuang ignored Liang Cheng's changes at all, and replied casually while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks he had eaten: "You are also the general commander of the town guarding the side, so you won't be so shocked when you hear my meager nickname." ”

meager nickname, dare to call "Poison Sutra Holy Hand Mo Wushuang" is a meager nickname, probably only he himself dares to say such a thing in this world.

Mo Wushuang looked at Liang Cheng with some disappointment and said, "I thought that the invincible Marquis of Anding had expected it a long time ago. ”

Liang Cheng sneered: "Yes, my poison was still given by your Ten Thousand Poison Gate back then, and now the person who can detoxify the poison in the world is naturally none other than you, I was careless, I didn't expect the Holy Hand of the Poison Sutra to be such a young boy." Shall I thank you for saving your life, or should I kill you to pay for all the years of torture I have endured? ”

Hearing this, Mo Wushuang smiled even brighter, as if Liang Cheng had told a big joke, and he laughed for a long time before saying, "What do you think?" ”

The smile on Mo Wushuang's face was even stronger, and Liang Cheng's heart was even colder, facing this teenage boy with a lot of smiles, he felt a sense of fear from the inside out.

Mo Wushuang stood on tiptoe and stretched out his pale right hand and patted Liang Cheng's face lightly: "If I want to save someone's life, no one can take it away, and in the same way, if I want to kill someone, that is a dead man." ”

They were very close to each other, and the faint bitter taste of medicinal herbs on Mo Wushuang's body came over, and the dignified and stable Hou Liangcheng remained motionless at the moment, as if he was the "dead man" in Mo Wushuang's mouth.

Under Mo Wushuang's conditioning, Liang Cheng's body quickly improved, but Liang Cheng always couldn't believe that this young man in Tsing Yi was actually the legendary "Holy Hand of the Poison Sutra"

Because Mo Wushuang usually takes medicine to take care of Liang Cheng, he usually gives free clinics to people who seek medical treatment nearby, and he is highly respected in Wangjiawan. Liang Cheng always heard someone praise Mo Wushuang as a "wonderful hand doctor" and "living bodhisattva...... There is always the illusion that it is someone else who says, "I'm going to kill someone, that's a dead man."

Mo Wushuang checked Liang Cheng's pulse, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, just like the joy of all doctors after seeing the patient's recovery: "Your poison has been cleared, and your body is fine." ”

In the face of such familiar words, Liang Cheng almost blurted out, "Thank you, doctor." ”

He froze, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Whose life do you want?" ”

Mo Wushuang seemed to be still a teenager, and he didn't hear his words at all, and while packing up the medicine box for the doctor, he said: "Let's buy some wine tonight to celebrate, and I have to buy some food, what do you want to eat?" ”

Liang Cheng has been cautious since he learned his identity that day, and the two have said very little, except for the necessary inspection and exchange, Liang Cheng consciously avoided him. But the young man in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, which made Liang Cheng unable to understand.

"The moonlight is cold and people are like frost, don't forget the homeland of the dead country

A long song parting tears, the line is also sentimental and sad"

Liang Cheng listened to Mo Wushuang's flute and couldn't help but recite this poem of Biansai, if Liangshui had not disappeared in the first battle, Liangcheng, the last checkpoint in the west of Liang, would not have been lost at this moment. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.