"This Duxiu Village has been quiet for too long. The people in this village, even an old man like me, can count them one by one on his fingers. You have broken the precedent for the first foreigner in many years. ”

Lao Langzhong took a clean cloth and wiped his bloodstained palms, walked to An Qing's side, and looked at the sunset in the distance.

An Qing looked worried, and glanced back at the layman lying on the bamboo bed, bleeding from white clothes.

At the turn of spring and summer, the climate in the south is already sweltering and smells like a stove, and it is only when the sun sets that it will improve slightly. The wounds on Zhao Wu'an's body inevitably emitted a foul smell in such weather.

"Don't worry, little girl, your lover, though seriously injured, has skillfully avoided the fatal point. "The old man said quietly, "The tip of the sword pierced an inch and nine minutes under the seven ribs, which was a fraction of a centimeter away from the ordinary heart. He should have expected that he would not be able to dodge the sword, so he simply tilted his body slightly, and his heart was fine. ”

An Qing frowned and shook her head slightly.

"He's a second-class master. Such an ordinary sword, he wants to dodge, how can he not dodge?"

"Oh, what does the girl mean is that this layman was deliberately stabbed?" asked the old man.

An Qing held her forehead with her hand, closed her eyes and sighed.

"I don't know. He collapsed without saying a word. Those who came also left without saying a word. ”

The old man pondered for a moment and said, "In any case, my ointment has been applied and the bleeding has stopped. This layman will wake up in a few hours at most. When the time comes, all the questions in your mind will be answered by just asking. ”

Lao Langzhong has seen too many life and death, and has heard too many mysteries without a mystery, so he still thinks that An Qing's current situation is a great luck in misfortune.

And at this moment, sitting in front of the steps of this old house, recalling the day she left Miao Jiang, An Qing still felt palpitations.

Zhao Wu'an was pierced through the chest by a seemingly insignificant sword, and he fell. Then those mysterious uninvited guests retreated again, never looking at An Qing from beginning to end, as if Zhao Wu'an was the only one on the riverside.

The moment she saw Zhao Wu'an fall, An Qing immediately panicked. The only thing she thought of was to quickly tear off her clothes and bandage his wounds, and then carry Zhao Wu'an back to find Dailou Sangyu.

But just as she was about to walk back, Zhao Wuan gently grabbed her.

"If you want to save your life, you can't go back to Miaojiang. ”

After saying this, Zhao Wu'an hung his head on An Qing's shoulder, no matter how An Qing called, he didn't see any signs of his sobriety. An Qing could only feel the hot blood flowing down her back, bringing a hint of numbness.

Even though she was bandaged firmly enough, she still couldn't suppress the blood surging in Zhao Wu'an's chest. If it weren't for someone's clever hand to rejuvenate, I was afraid that Zhao Wu'an would soon die in Huangquan.

If you can't go back to Miaojiang, you can only rush out, but outside Miaojiang is a barren and desolate. An Qing carried Zhao Wu'an on her back and ran wildly day and night for three days, before she finally met the old man who went out to collect medicine on a small hillside.

For three days and three nights, I didn't eat a drop of rice, and I only drank one or two sips of water by the stream. Every few hours, An Qing had to tear off another piece of clothing for Zhao Wu'an to change into, and after three days, she and Zhao Wu'an's clothes were already in rags.

However, being able to save Zhao Wu'an's life is a miracle for her.

Carrying a seriously injured and unconscious person on her back, An Qing naturally did not dare to take the main road, and the more she went out of Miaojiang, she went over mountains and mountains, and most of the time there was almost nothing called a road where she walked.

In the middle of the night, when the forest was quiet, the cold moon was shining overhead, sprinkling a bleak light, and An Qing felt that she had reached an irreparable desperate situation.

But whenever the thought of "ending everything here" came to her mind, Zhao Wu'an's steady but faint breathing seemed to encourage her. But as much as possible, Huron lived and died.

She thought of this person, she made her own leaves and went to Kunlun, from Kunlun to Miaojiang, nine deaths, and was rescued by Dailou Sangyu to survive, but she ran from Miaojiang to the Central Plains.

In his life, he must have been forced into a desperate situation countless times, he must have survived countless times in death, and he must have overcome difficulties countless times and survived.

If it weren't for that, Zhao Wu'an would not have appeared in front of her.

If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have taken Zhao Wu'an and got into such a situation.

It was precisely because of those hardships that Zhao Wu'an carried it alone, and he was still dressed in white, with a low-eyebrow and kind appearance, that An Qing had the idea of sharing a burden on his shoulders for him.

When this thought rose from her heart, An Qing seemed to have gained some kind of strength.

She reached out and picked a few sour fruits from the tree and put them in her mouth to chew, and dipped her clothes in the stream water to replenish some water for Zhao Wu'an. Then she resolutely picked up Zhao Wu'an and continued to move forward.

The clothes on her body were used as tourniquets, and the sharp branches cut straight through her arms and calves, and the hundred-footed, spider-and-spider and the widow also stalked all the way, attacking the blood like crazy, biting every inch of the exposed skin on her and Zhao Wu'an's bodies.

After three days and three nights, she finally couldn't support it, and almost fell on the back mountain of Duxiu Village, but fortunately, before she fell into a complete coma, she happened to meet the old man who went up the mountain to collect medicine that day.

At that time, the old man who was holding a handful of hemostatic grass in his hand and carrying a large medicine basket with a size no less than the Luo Shen sword box on his body was also frightened, and it took a lot of effort to drag this pair of hard-working couples who didn't know how to fall into such a field back to their old residence, prescribed a few prescriptions, and brought An Qing a bowl of gruel and four steamed buns.

As for why this pair of men and women became like this, An Qing didn't say it herself, and Lao Langzhong didn't ask too much.

People have lived for a long time, and it is natural to see no surprise, especially a rural doctor like Lao Langzhong, who is clever and benevolent, and who practices medicine to help the world, and there are more than this pair of infatuated and down-and-out men and women who have been treated for decades.

Most of the reasons are that the two sides are not in the right household, but they just fell in love and eloped away, and were chased and killed by the other family, and so on.

Although An Qing was fine, she didn't close her eyes for three days and three nights, and after devouring the meal sent by Lao Langzhong, she lay on the floor and fell asleep, and didn't wake up until the sun set.

And the treatment of Zhao Wu'an made Lao Langzhong sweat a lot for himself. It's not like he's never treated such patients, but the odds of success and failure are almost evenly matched. Now that he has not healed anyone for many years, he was a fatal wound to his heart as soon as he got his hands on it, and almost let him put half of his old life into it.

Although the process was embarrassing, Zhao Wu'an's wound did not penetrate his heart after all, and Lao Langzhong finally stopped the bleeding without danger, and specially used the spiritual root medicine that he had treasured for a long time, so he was sure that Zhao Wu'an could wake up in a few hours.

The sun is setting, the sky is changing to night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

An Qing brushed her messy hair behind her ears and bowed deeply to Lao Langzhong: "The grace of saving your life, An Qing is unforgettable." ”

Lao Langzhong waved his hand, "The benevolence of the doctor is the doctor of the world." If I don't even save this from death, I have been a man for so many years in vain, old man. ”

"Being able to turn a situation from a safe place in one day is obviously not feasible for ordinary herbs. However, An Qing has no worthless things in her body at this time, and she is willing to return to Mr. Yu with a hundred taels of gold after returning to her hometown......"

An Qing was stunned as she spoke. She reached out and took off the jade necklace around her neck and handed it to Lao Langzhong: "This chain can be regarded as half a valuable thing......

Unexpectedly, before she finished speaking, Lao Langzhong took two steps back, waved his hand more and more vigorously, and said, "Either or not." This is the token of love between you and your lover, how can the old man break up the mandarin duck plainly?"

An Qing looked at the jade necklace in her hand, recalling the sunny morning at the gate of Hangzhou, and was a little stunned for no reason.

After a while, she suddenly came back to her senses, withdrew her hand sneeringly, and her cheeks flew crimson.

Seeing this, Lao Langzhong sighed softly, tied his sleeves and walked to the front of the steps and sat down, "Little girl, I will help you, you don't have to thank me for anything." The old man is also an old man, what can he do with his wealth? At this age, he is still lonely and drifting, and in this world, if he can do a good deed, he can be regarded as saving a merit for the next life. ”

An Qing was stunned, realizing that on this day, she had indeed seen no one near this house except Lao Langzhong. This twilight village is a little too quiet.

"Old gentleman, please forgive An Qing for taking the liberty of your family, ...... your family"

"There were two sons, both of whom died, and they died in the battle of making leaves. The old man let out a long sigh and said leisurely, "The eldest daughter-in-law remarried and took my grandson to the north of the village. ”

"Died in the war to make leaves?"

"Twenty years ago, in the battle of Song Ye, the Great Song Dynasty killed countless good sons. White Bone Sleeping Frost Grass, yes, yes. ”

Under the moonlight, the old man suddenly raised his head, old tears were rampant, patting his knees, and repeating a good word in his mouth.

An Qing was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, she still muttered the old man's words in her mouth: "Twenty years ago, the Battle of Song Ye ......"

A lot of things replayed in her mind.

Hu Buxi is Han, and Zhao Wu'an is from making leaves, but the two claim to be friends who have known each other since they learned to walk.

The Hu knife in Hu Buxi's hand has a style called cutting grass, but what is cut is at least 30 zhang square, half a mile. In the entire Central Plains, only Mobei has such a vast grassland.

And Mobei, unfortunately, was flattened by the Leaf-making Iron Cloth Army twenty years ago and included in the territory of the Leaf-making Country.

Zhao Wu'an, the Garan Anxulie of the year, was also one of the commanders of that war at that time. At the immature age of twelve, Yu blocked the counterattack of the Song army outside the Yingyang Valley, drawing an end to the battle of Song Ye.

Although the actual battle lasted only six years, many people believe that the battle of Song Ye is far from over until now.

“...... Don't understand. An Qing shook her head and drove these thoughts away from her heart. She walked into the bamboo house and came to Zhao Wu'an's bed, wanting to wait for him to wake up and explain it all to her.

After all, he's always done that.

An Qing took Zhao Wu'an's hand and held it in the palm of her hand, only to find that his hand was unexpectedly cold.

On the other hand, Zhao Wu'an's forehead was hot, and his face was much worse than before.

An Qing panicked: "Old gentleman, old gentleman!"

Lao Langzhong hurriedly came in from outside and rubbed his old and dizzy eyes.

"Old man, how could he be burned like this without An?" An Qing said anxiously, "Didn't you say that he would wake up in a few hours?!"

Lao Langzhong muttered don't panic, don't panic, while sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Zhao Wu'an's arm to check the pulse.

As soon as his two fingers touched Zhao Wu'an's wrist, the words muttered in his mouth became "broken"

"What's wrong?" An Qing was anxious.

"The sword that pierced him should be poisonous. "The old man's face is like ashes.

"The initial injury was fine, but it took three days and three nights before it attacked. Once poisoned, it cannot be solved. ”