## #080宇文将军

"Tell me, how are you going to divide these two pieces of wood. I think you are all slender, and this tree will be ready to use at once, don't think about it, finish it early, and put it into the soil as soon as possible. I'm also going to meet those Nanwu people who don't use coffins. ”

The people of Southern Wu can hear it clearly, and An Zhuyan can also hear it. Yuwen Chang hasn't said a word since Pan Lang appeared, but at this moment, his eyes are sinister, as if this gaze can swallow the beautiful man alive.

Since it is two pieces of wood, An Zhuyan naturally understands the reason. I thought that these two coffins were to be prepared for him and Yeqing, but Pan Lang's earth-shattering divine power alone was not enough to kill Yeqing and him at the same time on Qixia Mountain.

What's more, if a divine doctor doesn't want to die, no one in the world can let him go to Hades with his strength alone.

The wind rises, and dark clouds obscure the sun.

At noon, there was no ray of daylight.

In such weather, it is a good time to build a coffin.

"The sun is too strong to make a coffin, the rain is wet and not suitable for a coffin, this dark cloud is thick, the breeze is gentle, but it is a good time to be buried. ”

After that, just listening to the sound of ho, the giant shadow flickered, Pan Lang's body was bigger than Fang Cai, and the howling sound was more majestic and grand. The willow branches beside him shook endlessly.

Before the first whistle ended, the second whistle followed. Howling on roaring, like a thousand armies, oscillating overlapping, like ten thousand horses.

Yeqing hurriedly erected half a ruan, waved his hand and raised the strings, but although the strings moved, the sound was completely drowned in the rushing whistling.

"Ahh ”

Pan Lang's pace quickened, he stopped suddenly, the smoke billowed behind him, and for a while, Yeqing couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly, trees, mountains, Xunwu Pavilion, the place that was originally very familiar, turned into a sea of smoke.

Ye Qing had never seen such a strange attack, and she suffered a big loss at the moment, and she had been punched hard in the chest, and there was a hot pain.

The pain passed, and blood gushed from the mouth.

Although An Zhuyan was nearby, he could only see Yuwenchang, whose mouth was raised and his smile was treacherous, and he couldn't see any trace of Pan Lang and Yeqing at all.

Could it be, isn't it?

The fleeting hesitation on his face was clearly seen by Yuwenchang. Thirty-two small arrows waved out, and An Zhuyan could only hurriedly respond.

"Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, it's really a villain. ”

The needle is out, and the thread is leading.

The dust cloud has not dispersed,

Dancing smoke and rain flowers fly again.

Yuwenchang's needle hit An Zhuyan, and An Zhuyan's golden wire could only block Yuwenchang's continuous attacks.

One attack and one defense, but it is a tie with no chance of winning.

"Oops. An Zhuyan shouted softly, and suddenly realized that Yuwen Chang had not wanted to take his life from the beginning.

The two had only been fighting for a few rounds, and with his cultivation, it was impossible not to know that the little arrow was useless here.

But he didn't change his moves, he still danced while retreating, and he didn't care that he couldn't attack for a long time.

The small arrow is a change of the arrow, and its method is the same as the arrow, and the Yuwen family is famous all over the world for the arrow, and his father is to break countless enemies.

In the Liuji Hall, only the Yuwen family was an official in the court, and he was deeply favored by the emperor that year and was named the general of Ningguo.

Yuwen Chang has no brothers and sisters, his father Yu Wensheng will teach his only son martial arts and the art of war, although Yu Wenchang is not an official in the court, but he has inherited the general's mansion in his early years, if the court edicts, Yuwen Chang will lead the army to fight, turn around, and no one will remember his true identity.

A person who uses poison without leaving a trace, kills without blinking, and does whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

With his wisdom and strategy, if he wants to govern the country in peace, he must be a general praised by the people, and he must be a pillar of the imperial court.

But An Zhuyan can't forget, he can't forget how Yuwen's father and son ignored the life and death of the people for the sake of merit, three days and three nights, dark clouds were thick, and half of the people in Haizhou died.

The people only thought that the gloom was just about to rain, and no one knew that the dark clouds above their heads were the poison that killed them, and they were about to condense into water.

This poison is colorless, tasteless, and will not make people feel half uncomfortable, but from the five senses into the five intestines, when the poison occurs, the people rush to the river, strip naked, regardless of etiquette, men and women are pouring into the river, bathing in cold water, soaking in cold water, and drinking cold river water one after another.

The heat was still incomprehensible, and the doctors were helpless when someone scraped the skin with a rough stone, and the cloth they had just tied was immediately torn and broken.

The whole city of Haizhou is full of ghostly sounds of "hot, hot, hot".

When the people died, their skin was like red-hot wood, silently shattering into a winch of dust.

They all start burning from the inside, burning off the internal organs, then the muscles, the skin, and finally the bones to ashes.

Most of the people who escaped were unable to go out because they were sick, so they did not inhale the water vapor in the dark clouds, or women and children who had difficulty moving, and children who could not yet walk.

Although the people suffered this catastrophe was done by Yu Wensheng, but it was inseparable from the decision of the imperial court, the emperor knew that this matter had a great impact, and after thinking about it, he found several close ministers to discuss, and finally issued a secret decree, which only had eight words written on it.

Yu Wensheng received the secret decree, found Yu Wenchang, and ordered Yu Wenchang to go to Jinling City overnight to find An Shiyuan. An Shiyuan arrived at Yu Wensheng's general's mansion before dawn.

At that time, the atmosphere in the house was extremely depressing, but Yuwen Chang only said that his father was seriously injured and asked Dr. An to come to the house for treatment. Since he was also a servant of the Liuji Hall, An Shiyuan nodded in agreement, and entered Yuwensheng's room with the medicine box on his back.

An Zhuyan didn't know what happened to his father in the General's Mansion, but he saw that when he came back, his face was pale and his hands were trembling. Before dawn, I had two bags of bags, one full of books on medicine and martial arts, and the other full of food and commonly used medicinal herbs.

That year, An Zhuyan was kicked out of the house by his father before he was seven years old.

My father's words at that time were tearful, and his voice hid fear. He asked An Zhuyan to leave Jinling immediately, and from then on stay incognito, away from all war-torn places and all court officials.

A few days later, An Zhuyan learned that Yuwen was dead and dead, and the cause of death was that he died of illness while treating people in Haizhou.

After An Zhuyan learned about this, he quietly returned to Jinling City, and waited for the dead of night to secretly return home.

I saw An Shiyuan dying, but his face was peaceful.

"An Shiyuan practiced medicine in this life to save people, kill ghosts and demons, only one person can save but not save, just because he can't let go of right and wrong in his heart, and feels that this person should not be saved.

A healer, knowing that he can be saved, but not saving it, is tantamount to murder.

Today I am punished by this, Lang'er don't complain about anyone, don't seek revenge from anyone.

In the future, if you still want to hang the pot to help the world, don't be like your father who will die and not save him.

Although I am sure that I am good, I am against the heart of the doctor after all.

It's against the heart of the healer. ”

An Zhuyan's tears rained down, but An Shiyuan wiped away his son's tears with his weak hand, and let his son listen to him, and quietly told the secret hidden in his body.

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