"What a superb archery! This chivalrous man carries a two-hundred-pound bow and crossbow on his shoulder, not only can he walk like a fly, as fast as a meteor, but also pierce through the yang in a hundred steps, and there is no false hair, and he is really a god and a man!" On the Gobi Desert at the height of the bloody battle, a young man about 26 years old, dressed in a luxurious gold robe, sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a yellow gold crown with a bundle of hair inlaid with treasure on his head, and a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows flashing and flowing, quiet as a virgin, not stained with dust, although he was a lingering weak bone and gave birth to a delicate mind. Accompanied by his retinue Tie Wuya, he silently watched the general fight.

The young man's name is Jiang Sheng, from the holy land of "Snow Sea" and "Yao Chi" - Tianshan, he is as rich as jade, his skin is better than snow, his eyebrows are delicate, he is very handsome, a little cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows is delicate and gorgeous, and his voice is like a heavenly sound, as if floating in the clouds, unrestrained, ethereal and clear.

Tie Wuya is a dark-skinned man, born with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's jaw and beard, a voice like thunder, good at wielding a pair of iron hammers, and dancing in the wind.

The master and servant leaned together, which was particularly eye-catching, especially black and white. The master's skin is as white as a freshly shelled egg, which can be broken by blowing; The retinue is as dark as carbon, with a sturdy figure, and under the faint eyebrows, a pair of eyes are bright.

"Childe, although we are condescending to watch the fight, after all, we are more than 100 meters away, and we can only roughly guess the moves and strength, how can we judge that the bow and crossbow in the young man's hand is actually a hundred catties?" Tie Wuya asked in surprise.

"It's not by the eyes, it's by the ears!" Jiang Sheng suddenly looked at the Gobi Desert that formed a canyon and further explained: "The Hollow Valley Absolute --- Crossbow is a kind of bow that shoots arrows with mechanical power. When the target is aim, the 'teeth' inside the box are pulled, and the bowstring pops out, causing the arrow to shoot out quickly. I judged the resistance of the arrow through the air flow based on the sound of the wind, and thus estimated the weight of the crossbow. ”

"Young Master, you are proficient in medicine, astrology, and the geography of the five elements, so naturally you can't be wrong! You said that it has a hundred catties, it won't only be ninety-nine catties, and it won't come out of a hundred and one catties!" Tie Wuya said in a firm tone.

Jiang Shengming's eyes moved slightly, he smiled indifferently, and said with a little regret in his tone: "It's a pity for the man in white." He has an extraordinary aura and a very vulgar demeanor, but he may not be long dead!"

"Why, is it just because he coughs from time to time?" Tie Wuya asked curiously.

"There are three things in life that cannot be hidden: cough, poverty, and love. The more you try to hide it, the more you want to cover it up. Although I can't judge the cause of his illness for the time being, I can conclude that the condition has been lingering for many years, accompanied by chest pain, leading to left heart failure and respiratory bleeding, which is very likely to be a sign of pulmonary embolism, and sudden death can occur at any time!" Jiang Sheng sighed softly.

"Is there no way to save it?" Tie Wuya also felt pity and asked.

"I didn't say that he would definitely die, naturally there is a way, but I don't know if he has the luck to escape the clutches of death. Jiang Sheng pushed the cold wheelchair forward, as quiet as ice, and said lightly: "Life is determined by heaven, and luck is born by yourself." Life is a gamble, if fate has mercy on you, you will have a day when the peaks and circuits will turn around; otherwise, you can live your destiny, and you can't blame anyone!"

Tie Wuya understood the master's state of mind at this time, and also knew that the fate of the world to save the middle-aged man in white from death was only in the hands of two people. One is the master Jiang Sheng, known as "Jiang Zhongjing, a doctor without tears"; the other is a man from the middle slope of the Tianshan Mountains, that is, Jiang Sheng's master, who is lonely by nature and likes to be alone, and has been closed in the northern Xinjiang for half a year in the towering snowy peaks, and is missing.

For those with leg diseases, one is congenital deficiency, and the other is acquired frustration. People with congenital deficiencies are mostly considered to be unable to control the legs and limbs, so they cannot walk, and those who are frustrated later are mostly due to the rupture and necrosis of nerves below the waist due to external impacts, and cannot receive information from the brain. Jiang Sheng is congenitally deficient, and he has been frustrated by heavy falls the day after tomorrow, even if it is difficult to crawl, and his leg disease makes the half-ramp helpless.

Chinese have always believed in innate aptitude, believing that "three years old sees old", if children cannot walk, life is positioned as incomplete, and life basically has little expectation and hope. Even if Jiang Sheng is extremely intelligent and extremely talented, he also wraps himself layer by layer in his heart, positioning himself as a second-rate or third-rate goods, and even down to the dust. His personality of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside makes him lonely, conceited, and reckless.

At this point, the Eight Sages King and his entourage finally came to the foot of Yanmen Mountain, and the time had passed, and the city gate was closed. Zhao Defang endured severe chest pain in the carriage, accompanied by shortness of breath, he coughed sharply again, and a mouthful of scarlet blood suddenly coughed in his palm.

The heart of the Eight Wise Kings tightened, and an ominous sign hung over his heart. But he quickly calmed down.

Life is fragile, and every moment can pass quietly. But he can't fall yet, he still has most regrets that are not finished, he can't fall at the most important time in his life!

For life, he did not have many ups and downs, and the glory of being an emperor and his uninhibited personality troubled him in the first thirty years to do the multiple-choice questions of "following the crowd" and "seeking small differences". Because he was too perceptive, he sniffed out at a glance the root of the inevitable decline of this dynasty.

In the next twenty years, the whetstone of the years has sharpened most of the edges and corners of his personality, but he has been carefully adhering to the banner of "national righteousness" in his bones. Because he is too stubborn, he is unwilling to let go of the foundation of the Zhao family and go with the flow, always peeking at its every move in the dark, because what is exposed to the sun is often camouflaged and unreal.

In order not to worry those who cared about him, he hurriedly hid his hands in his sleeves and used his weak body to cheer up his spirits, first of all, he could not lose in his aura! Because after entering the Yanmen Pass, it meant that he was no longer a simple combination of the three words "Zhao Defang," but had to earnestly shoulder the heavy burden of the three words "Eight Sages King."

In 979 AD, the Northern Song Dynasty defeated the Northern Han Dynasty, officially ending the situation of separating feudal towns since the Anshi Rebellion and the Huangchao Rebellion, advocating Confucianism, getting revival, and the rapid development of science and technology, being relatively enlightened in politics, and relatively prosperous in economy and culture. However, due to the problem of the sixteen states of Youyun, the border between the Song Dynasty and the Liao State retreated to the Hequ, Qilan, Yuanping, Daixian, Fanzhi in Shanxi and Fuping, Mancheng, Rongcheng, Bazhou and Tianjin in Hebei.

Before dawn, a bloody storm was brewing.