big master, big liar

When Song Xuan finished his mission, heavy snow had already fallen outside the tent, making the camp brightly illuminated.

He used to come back after midnight, and the black armor was also covered with a thin layer of snow, and the cold armor surface was stained with an invisible red.

Song Xuan lifted his own curtain, took off the mask with one hand, but suddenly stopped: "Who!"

There was a second person in the tent.

He raised his hand slightly, and the sleeve arrow shot right through the desk he was used to, and the person below rolled out with a low cry: "Your grandfather, fortunately, I can hide quickly, and you are not afraid..."

Fang Qiutang's words stopped.

"You..." He stared fixedly at Song Xuan's black armor, and he took off half of the mask that he didn't have time to put down, and the whole person was frozen in place.

Didn't hide it after all.

Song Xuan originally thought that Fang Qiutang was busy with Tianji Battalion now, and wanted to create momentum for him as a national teacher, so he shouldn't find out about his abnormality.

Fang Qiutang was still standing there, looking at him in disbelief: "Wujiajun... Song Xuan, it's you..."

Song Xuan sighed softly, put down the mask on his hand: "It's me."

The entire battalion knew that there was a Wujia army that was haunted by ghosts, but there were only 300 people, but all of them were desperate and bloody.

No one has ever seen the leader of the Wujia Army, only heard that someone has seen him wearing a black mask.

Even Fang Qiutang didn't connect Song Xuan with this guy, he just searched late at night and found that Song Xuan was not in the tent, trying to scare him, but he happened to bump into him.

"It's you these days too...?" Fang Qiutang's lips pursed as he thought of those bloody and weird rumors. "I should have thought of it... I should have thought of it."

That deceitful and surprising way of acting is indeed inexplicably familiar.

He has partnered with Song Xuan for several years, how could he not see it?

It's just that I didn't think of going together at all.

Song Xuan was taught by him single-handedly, he is his only life-and-death friend, but also half of his student, no one knows Song Xuan's temperament better than him.

How could such a gentle and easy-going person be equated with an executioner?

"Ji Yunqi!" Fang Qiutang reacted abruptly. "Damn it, I'm going to find him, how can I let you—"

Song Xuan pulled Fang Qiutang back: "I promised you to come back."

"Confused!" Fang Qiutang's emotions were finally aroused by this sentence. "Song Xuan, are you stupid? Is this kind of job you can do? You—"

"Why can't I dip it?" Song Xuan took off his black armor, pushed Fang Qiutang to the table and sat down, and went to light the charcoal stove by himself. "Qiutang, this is a battlefield, how could anyone have been killed? Everyone has, so what's special about me?"

Fang Qiutang's eyes were sore from being blocked by him: "Song Xuan, you fucking said this against your will! You know what I mean, and you don't know what kind of work you have done? How many things can be seen? !"

"I don't care what other people do. But you...but you..."

Back then, in Sifang City, the people who got rid of the door paid tens of thousands of gold and asked Mr. Song to partner with them to murder a wealthy businessman.

Song Xuan didn't even look at it, and shut the person out of the door.

But now...

Fang Qiutang couldn't continue, and his hands trembled with anger: "Song Xuan, you are still a national teacher! Once people shake things about the Wujia Army..."

"No." Song Xuan said quietly. "Anyone in the Wujia Army who leaks secrets, Ji Yunqi will definitely silence them before then."

On the surface, he must be the clean and divinely assisted national teacher. This is the stability of Dayao's army.

Secretly, he must also be the executioner who kills without blinking an eye.

Fang Qiutang got up suddenly, and looked at Song Xuan with a strange look: "Song Xuan, you can't do this anymore."

Song Xuan was not angry, he shook his head: "Qiutang, I have no choice."

"Qin Fengtu lost an arm. Chang Yu is still in the wounded barracks. He doesn't know if he is alive or dead. Fu San sneaked into the Nantu barracks a few days ago and poisoned him. He died. I buried him with my own hands."

"The Wujia Army started with 1000 people. On the day they first went to Shaohouying, half of them died in the pursuit. I watched them helplessly. Later, each task became more dangerous, and now there are only 300 people left. people."

"Half of the dead were brothers from Sifang City. I know their names and faces."

"But now, I'm the only one who remembers them. Dayao belongs to the fate, and the Wujia Army can't see the light. No one can remember them."

"But even so, the losses of the Wujia Army are just a drop in the bucket of the entire camp. Qiutang, you know that people are dying here all the time."

There was a faint light in Song Xuan's eyes, he raised his head, his lips trembling slightly.

Fang Qiutang couldn't describe this scene.

"Qiutang, at this point, I have no choice." Song Xuan said. "I'm retiring, what about the Wujia army? Who will do these tasks? Do I want to watch them fight with their lives and become a high-ranking and clean national teacher?"

"I can not do it."

Fang Qiutang didn't speak.

He saw that blood was oozing from Song Xuan's arm, which wet his dark clothes.

"Shut up," Fang Qiutang whispered. "I'll give you medicine."

Song Xuan smiled silently, went to the cabinet to take out the wound medicine, threw it to Fang Qiutang, and took off his shirt.

With the faint light of the charcoal fire, Fang Qiutang could see the scars on Song Xuan's body.

The one on the back is the most ferocious, almost running through the entire back, one can imagine what a thick giant blade it is, it almost wants to split Song Xuan's whole body in half.

Fang Qiutang remembered that at the end of autumn, Song Xuan said that he was caught in the wind and cold, and hadn't gotten up for half a month.

He really believed it.

The wound on the arm was fresh, it didn't look like a knife blade, it was more like a barb, deeply pierced into the skin, and then pulled out completely.

Fang Qiutang could hardly imagine what Song Xuan had done to suffer such an injury.

"Sooner or later, I will be mad at you, or scared to death." Fang Qiutang's voice trembled.

Song Xuan gave a low laugh, and then gasped because of the stimulation of the wound medicine.

"Is Ji Nier coming in two days?" He asked.

"Well, Tianji Battalion is almost done training. It's snowing a lot these days, so I want to meet him, so that idiot doesn't get lost." Fang Qiutang seemed to want to divert Song Xuan's attention.

"Alright," Song Xuan laughed softly. "Keep your mouth tight and don't let him know."

When Ji Ni knew, it was equivalent to letting Ji Yunxi know.

Fang Qiutang pursed her lips: "As long as you are too thoughtful, what do I have to say to him?"

Song Xuan glanced at him with a half-smile.

Nothing to say?He even ran to meet people.

Ever since Ji Ni was allowed to escort the luggage with the army, he would come here almost once a month, and Fang Qiutang would visibly become active every few days.

Running to him at night, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with this matter.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Qiutang glared at him, but the movements of his hands became lighter and muttered. "I told him not to come, but the bastard won't listen. What can I do?"

Song Xuan asked softly: "Really unhappy?"

"I..." Fang Qiutang's voice became lower and lower. "When he comes again this time, I'll tell him the truth."

"It's not a problem for this kid to be like this every day. I should discuss it with him."

A sincere smile poured out of Song Xuan's eyes.

For an awkward person like Fang Qiutang, if he is willing to tell Ji Ni the truth, it is already a qualitative leap.

At least, always love each other.