"Lin Yi, his medicinal powder looks more powerful than these medicinal herbs of yours. Qi Zhuji watched quietly.

The pill bottle that Li Daoyuan took out was a silver bottle of sterling silver, but the spilled medicinal powder was white and yellowish.

The effect of the medicinal powder was very amazing, just a shallow layer was sprinkled, and the bleeding on the backs of the three people immediately stopped.

"This is Bai Mao Shengmu powder, an elixir that only the generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty have. ”

Lin Yi smelled a trace of sweet and greasy smell, and his heart suddenly moved, "This Li Daoyuan family?"

Qi Zhuji said softly: "His father joined the army as a direct soldier, and he was also a border army in the early years. Moreover, his father's teacher is Fu Fusheng, the doctor of Youguanglu, so he can be called a brother and sister to Xie Suichun. ”

In the sixth year of the Heavenly Prison, there were originally a total of fifty-three freshmen in the Nantian Academy, but on the first day, two of them were Motao, and Chen Pingluo was beheaded again, which happened to be fifty.

There are only a few dozen guerrilla cavalry troops on the mountain road down the Nantian Courtyard, but there are at least a hundred military horses without people in the saddle.

Except for the lieutenant general, the rest of the generals did not mount.

"This is the gallop of changing horses. ”

As soon as Lin Yi saw this posture, he felt some sympathy in his heart for the three classmates with whip wounds on their backs, knowing that they were destined to suffer from flesh and skin.

Sure enough, when they got on their horses, the lieutenant general and the rest of the cavalry dispersed, engulfing them and the rest of the horses, and soon galloped wildly.

These horses have been trained so much that they can maintain their formation and move at almost full speed without any deliberate drive.

That white grass muscle powder is already one of the best wound medicines on the battlefield, but after all, Xinchuang can't withstand such bumps, and the three of them lay on their horses, and soon their backs were covered with blood.

However, these sergeants turned a blind eye, and did not stop to rest at all, until nightfall, and almost disappeared, when the adjutant general in front gave an order to stop camping.

......

At night, there was a dead silence in Nantianyuan, and the lights were extinguished.

Not only all the students, but even all the teaching and learning seems to have been discharged.

However, for some reason, the army under Minggu Mountain gathered more and more.

The previous general with a terrible scar on the left side of the face who was in charge of guiding the six-year freshmen of the Heavenly Prison was just one of the more and more generals who were gathering together.

Under the gentle moonlight, a unique metallic sound sounded on the mountain road, like someone stepping on snow.

The sound was not loud, but the military horse that appeared with it was unusually tall, and together with the rider on the saddle, the whole body exuded a cold bronze luster, as if it were cast from metal.

Although many generals were ordered, they did not know why they were leading their troops to besiege the Nantian Courtyard, and it was not until these star-casting heavy armored horses appeared that these generals finally determined that something that they could not imagine would happen today.

In addition to the strongest heavily armored cavalry that followed the emperor in the southern and northern wars, there were also many horse-drawn carriages scattered along the mountain forests and field roads outside Minggu Mountain.

The inside of these carriages was quiet, but in the moonlight, the air outside them occasionally produced an inexplicable twist.

These are the traces that arise between heaven and earth when powerful cultivators move their thoughts.

However, even with these powerful armies and many powerful cultivators, only one person actually went up the mountain and was admitted to the hospital.

The man stepped on the moonlight, went up the halfway of Minggu Mountain, and came to the deserted garden.

As he walked through the decaying bamboo fence of the abandoned garden, the knee-deep grass on both sides of the stone path toppled like flowing water to the stone house in the center of the abandoned garden.

This man was originally tall and thin, and he was even taller.

It's just that when the moonlight falls on his face, it reflects many deep wrinkles on his face, showing his old age.

He was the old man from the Monkey King that day.

There was also an old man in the stone house at the end of the stone path.

It's just that this old man is dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, and his long silver hair is like silver forging, but compared to him, he looks much younger.

The silver-haired old man in the stone house raised his head elegantly, he saw the face of the tall and thin old man on the stone road clearly, there was no surprise at all, he just smiled with satisfaction, "Shen Yue, you are finally here." ”

The tall and thin old man walked quietly to the stone house, and then bowed his head.

"Shen Yue, the strongest among the three saints in the south, is about to die at the end of his life. The silver-haired old man in the stone house said.

He had already said this sentence once, but this time, his tone was extraordinarily emotional.

The tall thin old man he called Shen Yue raised his head and said lightly: "People will eventually die." ”

"It's just that after you die, the world will be very different. The silver-haired old man also said lightly, "As long as you are alive, the spiritual famine is nothing, but after you die, there will be no one standing beside Xiao Yan among the three saints in the south, and the Northern Wei Dynasty will no longer need to have too many scruples." ”

"One person can't decide the whole world. Shen Yue said quietly.

"If even people like us can't decide the whole world, then what's the point of cultivating?" the silver-haired old man laughed, his face full of mockery, "Why do you have to come here to meet me before you die?"

"He Xiu, I'm different from what you think, I'm here just because I think it will be a lot less trouble for you to die with me. Shen Yue shook his head.

"So the oath made will not be counted from now on?" the silver-haired old man He Xiuxing looked at him, and his eyes gradually became indifferent.

"When I die, the oath ceases to exist. Shen Yue nodded, "Before you die, you should solve all your troubles." ”

"I've thought about the possibility of us seeing each other again countless times, but the most likely thing is that before you die, when I get the letter that you made a bet with me, I am sure that you will die and you will come. He Xian looked at Shen Yue expressionlessly, "But do you know that since I know your intentions, why do I want to pass on my exercises to that young man?"

"Because you don't admit defeat. Shen Yue said lightly, "You always want to win me once, and this is your biggest weakness." ”

"You're wrong. He Xiu smiled and shook his head, "I taught that young man only because I was sure that the young man was not the same kind of person as you. ”

Shen Yue frowned slightly.

He Xiu looked at him even more proudly and said, "You think that young man is like when you were young, but I am sure that that young man is more like me." ”

Shen Yue was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "That's all very distant things, even if you are as powerful as you can't change the things of this world, those young people... Who knows what might be possible for them?"

"You're right, but even if I lose to you too many times in my life, it doesn't mean that without the world after you, some of the arrangements I made will lose to you again. The world with you and without you is really going to make a big difference. ”

He Xiuxing slowly raised his head and looked at the starry sky, his tone was full of indescribable confidence, "At least the entire Northern Wei Dynasty will walk as I imagined." ”

When his voice died out, the grass outside the stone house began to burn.

Combustion comes from the heat generated by intense friction.

Countless transparent crystal threads were formed on the surface of the stone house, spreading outward at a terrifying speed, cutting through the barren grass and cutting into the old man on the stone path.