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【One】

When we first met, he mixed among the refugees in Danzhou and looked up to him.

That day, his black robe billowed, and Jin Yun outlined it.

So noble, like a god descending!

The wind is slightly rippling, and the heartstrings are trembling...

He stood facing the wind, standing on top of the burning phoenix, overlooking all living beings.

He bowed three times and kowtowed nine times along with the crowd.

Hanging ink to hide the beauty, and the eyes to hide the beauty of the concubine...

Haidi's heart is the most sensitive.

There was clearly no trace of emotion on his fair face.

But he saw a touch of sadness and heaviness.

Although porridge is thin, it is enough to save hundreds of people.

He took the china bowl from him.

The warmth touched by the palm of his hand softened his heart...

He didn't drink that bowl of porridge in the end.

All that was left, which he gave, was a pure white porcelain bowl.

At that time, he was eight years old and he was ten years old.

【two】

mid-autumn.

Baicao Valley mid-autumn.

The quiet mid-autumn in Baicao Valley.

Ruowu's medicinal fragrance filled a valley, and there was a hint of chilling astringency hidden in the clearness.

The fallen leaves are colorful, and the withered and yellow leaves cover the road into the valley.

Stepping on it, there is a hoarse sound, which is full of the loneliness of late autumn.

he never thought

——Only eleven days later, he met him again.

Here in Baicao Valley.

He is the seventeenth disciple of Xu Jing's sect, and he is also the youngest disciple.

Six days ago, the miracle doctor Xu Jing personally took him into the valley.

He is the son of Crown Prince Yun Xiao and the only grandson of the emperor.

Follow King Jing Yunke into the valley, and invite his master to leave the valley.

He was sitting on the vigorous twig of the ancient sweet-scented osmanthus, and the light color of his clothes could be seen among the flowers.

Yin. Shaohua formation, Shaohua formation.

Entering the battle with flowers, the time is full.

Those who enter the battle, if they don't have the intention, they will go out of the valley; if they want to, they will get lost in it.

Once you get lost in it, you will not be able to get out of it, and even if your youth is gone, you will not be able to get out.

This array, hence the name.

Xu Jing will not let people die in the boundary of Baicao Valley.

Just like him and Yun Ke, staying in the battle all day and night.

At dawn, his own disciples from Guzhong led him out of battle and sent him back.

That day, he was eight years old and he was 11 years old.

The day he entered the valley was his birthday.

【three】

rain.

patter.

Baicao Valley is rainy, always in early spring or mid-autumn.

The rain has never been heavy.

As soon as it falls, it will take several days, Xiaoxiao will not stop.

This rain is different.

Incisively and vividly, more than rustle.

It rained for six days.

In the early morning, it was still bit by bit.

He knelt for six days.

Kneeling outside the purple bamboo forest, not saying a word, just kneeling.

It was damp and cold in the rain, and it was too much for others to kneel on their knees all night.

But he, struggling, knelt for six days.

What held him up and never fell?

Is it the tens of millions of refugees in Danzhou city?

Or, just because of the feeling of loss when he left...

I can't bear it after all,

—He was trapped in the formation.

Withstand the coming rainstorm.

Citation. Secret art sound transmission.

He was the only one who heard it, pointing him out with every word.

The words are cold, but there is no doubt about it.

He advised him to leave as soon as possible, so as not to become the fertilizer of Baicaogu's medicinal herbs.

After taking him away, he ignored the heavy rain and knelt outside the purple bamboo forest.

Since ancient times, after a disaster, there must be an epidemic!

Floods hit Danzhou, and plague raged in the city.

Immortal doctor Jinghu has nothing to do, but ask the genius doctor to come out of the valley!

[Four]

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Entering the eyes, a piece of light blue.

The young body is weak, unable to withstand the cold air entering the body.

The six days of wind and rain have already reached the limit, but they are stubborn and refuse to retreat.

Seeing the bamboo leaf open, I just closed my eyes...

Xu Jing, a genius doctor, studied as a teacher since childhood, received pulse at the age of seven, and consulted the doctor at the age of nine.

Became a teacher at the age of 15, and traveled around for six years, helping the world and saving people.

At the beginning of his [-]st year, he lived in Baicao Valley.

For more than 40 years, don't ask about the secular world.During the period, 16 disciples were personally accepted, and nearly a thousand disciples from Baicao Valley.

Nearly seventeen years old, he has seventeen disciples.

In the same year, there was an epidemic in Danzhou, which is rare in a thousand years, and the genius doctor came out of the valley.

Seventeen, the master has something to say, ordering you to live in Yunshuiyao.

Read medical books, research herbs.

If you succeed, you will go out of the valley to find people.

【Fives】

The frontier is bitterly cold, and it snows in August.

He was dressed in white, fluttering in the wind.

He was ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain to enter the world.

Helping him escape from the enemy formation with thousands of troops and horses, his white clothes are like snow, just like a fairy.

Since he was ten years old, he obeyed his teacher's orders

——Going to Qingyue Mountain alone, and worshiping under the sect of Qing Yang, an old master.

For six years, I have never gone down the mountain, nor have I returned to the valley.

The reunion eight years later was actually on the battlefield of gold and iron horses.

At that time, he was in a panic.

His black hair was wet with sweat, and his once fair and clean face was stained with blood and dust.

On the black battle robe, the blood was mottled, and it was hard to tell whose it belonged to...

In my memory, he is like a god.

But now, who is it that caused God to step down from the altar?

At that moment, he was 16 years old, he.

I don't know who it is, I got lost first, whose eyes?

【six】

Guqin in one hand.

He sat on the city wall, playing the piano with his hands clean.

The sound of the piano is clear, but it is as exciting as a drum of war. The pride of the gold and the iron horse is full of emotion.

One-handed ancient array.

Using Gu as a medium, he set up an ancient formation on this battlefield.

The sound starts and the formation starts, and the formation changes with the sound.

Citation. The ancient gu formation, the main confusion.

The Death Fragrance Gu died in the sound of the zither, and the body exudes a sweet and greasy fragrance.

Those who heard it were confused and indulged in the illusion of endless desires.

Only the sound of the piano can break the illusion.

The strings moved silently, but the sound of the piano rang in the ears of the soldiers and horses on his side.

He should have become famous in the first battle, but no one knew.

What is the reason for the pain in my heart?

【Seven】

In front of him, white clothes and black hair.

It is as clear as the wind, as handsome as bamboo, and as gentle as jade.

The faint loneliness in the eyes and the faint smile on the corners of the lips seem to be contradictory, but they are natural.

what's your name?

My surname is Xiao, double name, Gu doctor.

who are you?

Yunxiao people.

Who did you study under?

The teacher is unknown.

why are you here?

God willing.

He asked, he answered.

He didn't believe him, he knew it, but he didn't say much.

He finally asked, can he be a doctor?

He replied that he knew a thing or two.

So he marched with the army and worked as a military doctor, but he had no official position.

The reality of war has eliminated too many inferior products.

Without real talent, in a high position, it's just taking your life for fun.

He knows, knows that his heart is concerned with the world, although he is decisive in killing, he is unwilling to kill indiscriminately.

But he didn't want to, he actually left him.

A person with a mysterious life experience was left by his side, Yun Fen, do you really think you are a god?

Such clean eyes.

How could he hurt me?

The moment they looked at each other, the memory has flowed for thousands of years...

【Eight】

rainstorm.

The world is dark and everything is desolate.

God, are you sympathizing with me?

Slaughter six cities in a row.

Six cities, millions of corpses.

Blood was sprinkled all over the long street, as if the Huangquan Road on the other side was full of flowers.

The brilliant red burned his eyes.

The undead are crying, the lonely soul is moaning...

Has the ancient Wangchuan River started flowing again?

He served in the army for two years.

She has an exquisite heart with seven apertures, but she doesn't offer a plan or plan a plan.

He doesn't know, what is the meaning of war?

He was ordered by his teacher to save him.

So, after that?

What is he going to do?For whom?

After the rain, the moon is bright.

Sporadic stars at three or two points, sparse and bright.

The crescent moon is like a hook.

He sat alone in the courtyard, drinking wantonly.

Two or three altars of green bamboo leaves could not solve the confusion in his heart.

Those living and dead soldiers, why are they fighting?

What is he fighting for?

And what should he do?

In this world, who should sit in the seat?

In this world, who is the king?Who, come to sit?

Suddenly, he saw a white face.

Clearly, without a trace of emotion, but he saw a touch of sadness and heaviness.

He smiled slightly.

This question never seems to be difficult...

That night, he was 17 years old and he was 19 years old.

On the Burning Phoenix Terrace, the Phoenix Nirvana.

【nine】

Your Highness, Xiao, please order to fight.

He stood tall and self-cultivated, still dressed in white clothes.

He looked at him, the young man was lonely and elegant, not stained with common dust

It seems that nothing has changed...

The loneliness in the eyes is still there.

However, with a touch of determination and determination, the smile on the corners of his lips also subsided.

what you up to?

Stop killing with killing, stop fighting with war!

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