big master, big liar

Song Xuan was silent for half a full month, never leaving the room, even though there was thunder and fire outside, he didn't respond at all.

Until half a month later, Xie Qingzhu hurriedly came to him to go to the injury camp, saying that Chang Yu couldn't hold on anymore.

Chang Yu was injured when the Wujia army was being chased, and was pierced through the shoulder blade by the arrow, but he didn't want to get sick from then on.

As a member of the Wujia Army, he can receive preferential treatment in terms of medicine, but after all, it is still not enough for the festering wounds and continuous high fever.

When Song Xuan rushed away, Chang Yu was already skinny, with a sallow complexion, obviously hanging on his breath.

Chang Feng held his hand tightly.

"Mr. Song is here?" Chang Yu raised his eyelids, as if he could no longer see clearly, and his voice was extremely weak.

"Yes." Chang Feng's voice was trembling.

Song Xuan squatted beside his seat and said to him softly: "I'm here."

"Sir...we don't regret coming here." Chang Yu's voice was very hoarse, completely different from the lively and lively one in Sifang City. "Our Chang family's gun is the gun on the battlefield..."

"The descendants of the Chang family can't be a hooligan all their lives." Chang Yu said slowly.

Chang Feng gritted his teeth and did not cry.

Of the two brothers, Chang Feng has always been the clumsy, steady and honest one, while Chang Yu is shrewd and flexible, adapting to the wind.

But in the end, Chang Yu took the first step.

"Sir, I'm leaving, my brother... Please take care of me more, at least for the sake of leaving Sifang City..." Chang Yu laughed twice and took a deep breath. "He's not smart enough to offend people easily, but... he's better at shooting than me."

Song Xuanyin endured the rolling hoarseness of his throat: "Okay."

"You are a big man who promises a lot of money. If you promise, you can't go back on it." Chang Yu laughed, obviously it was a young man's cleverness, but he couldn't see the slightest vitality on his face. "When my father was not a drunkard, the most important thing was my brother... Later... it didn't work..."

He seemed to be trapped in memory and coma again, and his language became muddled and fragmented.

Chang Feng finally couldn't help it, buried his head in the thin quilt, and shrugged his shoulders.

Xie Qingzhu's eyes were also red, he tugged at the corner of Song Xuan's clothes, and the two walked out quietly.

"Mr. Song..." Xie Qingzhu stopped Song Xuan. "It stands to reason that my motive for coming to Southern Xinjiang is not pure, and I am not qualified to say this."

"But sir, you are not the only one who is sad in this big camp."

"Boss Fang is gone, you and Young Master Ji will feel sorry for him, Chang Yu is seriously ill, and his elder brother is praying for him, but... in this big camp, thousands of dead souls die as soon as they die , the family couldn't even receive a letter..."

The frontier is such a place, where the new ghosts cry when the old ghosts are annoyed by the wronged, if it is really mourning, there is probably no end to it.

Ji Yunqi and Hua Wuxian all came here step by step.

"I see," Song Xuan said in a low voice, looking at the blood-stained half of the sky. "Report to the general, I will lead the troops tonight."

Xie Qingzhu got down on one knee and replied, "Yes."

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As if to confirm his words, Dayao's army was in a state of invincibility, and his blind trust in the high priest became the fatal wound of Turen.

Ji Yunqi took the opportunity to send Song Xuan to spread rumors, claiming that the high priest had been punished by heaven, and with the Tianji Battalion in front of him, the sound of artillery fire was loud, and Turen was devastated from then on.

The days progressed day by day, and finally one day, Lie came to say goodbye to him.

Song Xuan still had such a calm face.

Liao stared at him, and suddenly said: "If I said, I have lost more than you, would you feel better?"

Song Xuan didn't speak.

Liao stood up gently: "Fang Qiutang met me once, and I told him at that time that he would die generously for the world."

"Guess what he answered me?"

Liao thought that he would not be able to wait for Song Xuan's answer.

But Song Xuan responded to him, his voice was very small, but with a wry smile: "He must say you fart."

Liao laughed: "Yes."

Song Xuan sighed.

"Look, I'm still right." Liao spread his hands. "...He insisted on making a bet with me, and he deserved it if he lost the bet."

"What are you betting on?" Song Xuan suddenly asked.

"If he is not dead, I will tell him the secret of immortality."

"If he dies," Liao sighed. "I'm going to help him fulfill a last wish."

"Why are you at a disadvantage?" Song Xuan asked.

"Because Boss Fang said that he is a businessman and doesn't do business at a loss."

Song Xuan was silent for a while, and then showed a faint smile: "His last wish is about Ji Ni?"

"Don't say it, don't say it." She shook her head, but the answer was already written in her eyes.

Song Xuan didn't ask any more questions.

"Everything is over. This is the first and last time we meet in our lives." Li Xiao laughed.

Song Xuan took a serious look at this person's appearance for the first time, and he found a handsome and unruly face.

If he had hair and put on lay clothes, he would look more like a laughing, cursing, unrestrained swordsman.

Except for his eyes.

Those eyes were so silent.

"It's over," Song Xuan said. "Will you not interfere with the future again?"

"I guess, you don't want to know." Liao said.

Yes, just like Song Xuan didn't want to know the past, neither did he want to know the future.

"By the way, on my way back, I will meet Ji Yunxi once." Liao said. "I won't tell him about your experience here, but I want to take Jueyuan away."

"Jueyuan?"

"Clearness died because of me and Fang Qiutang's intervention, I have to take some responsibility." Liao said. "There are already too many people living in memory, it's best not to add any more."

Song Xuan understood, so he went to ask, besides Jue Yuan, who else is living in memory.

Liao waved his sleeves, walked out with a smile.

Before leaving, Song Xuan asked him: "What's your name? You didn't really call it, did you?"

Liao laughed and said, "My first name was Liao Xing."

The famous Sword Immortal in Taizu, Dayao's first national teacher, Liao Xing.

Song Xuan was not too surprised.

Before that, there should be a long, long story.

Regarding Liao Xing and Taizu, Liao and Jihui, such a person can never do without poetry and wine, sword and song.

But those playful heroic shadows and entangled love and hate are always covered under billowing dust and boring words, without beginning or end.

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.

The heaven and the earth are traveling against each other, and they are in mourning for the eternal dust.