Shanhe Wanli'an

"Ji Min, listen to me..."

Before Xie Xian finished speaking, Ji Min took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Xie Xian's chattering mouth.

After Xie Xian was forced to swallow the pill, his upper and lower eyelids fought, and he gradually fell asleep.

"Master, you are..." Mo Fei pointed to Xie Xian who had fallen asleep, and said tremblingly.

"He's too noisy, I'll be distracted." Ji Min sat beside Xie Xian's bed, quietly looked at Xie Xian's handsome eyebrows, then looked at Mo Fei and said, "Please prepare some hot water and towels, hot water is best Hot, clean towels."

"Oh, good." Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, then agreed again and again, he turned and left the room.

Soon Mo Fei brought a basin of hot water into the house, and he put the hot water beside Ji Min.

Mo Fei worriedly looked at Xie Xian on the bed, and said to Ji Min: "Do you think this water is hot enough? It just boiled."

Ji Min stretched out his hand to explore the water: "It's okay."

Mo Fei: "???" Just burned, okay?Have you practiced iron sand palm?

Ji Min took out a needle bag and a dagger, he spread out the needle bag, took out a needle, soaked it in hot water for a while, and then burned it on a candle.

He inserted the needle into the acupuncture point on Xie Xian's head, one needle after another, and in an instant, Xie Xian's head was covered with silver needles.

Xie Xian, who was in a coma, gradually relaxed his frown. He felt his head was warm and comfortable. No matter how quiet and dark the surroundings were, the rich benzoin lingered around him, and his throbbing heart seemed to be soothed. Gradually feel at ease.

Ji Min opened Xie Xian's lapel, revealing Xie Xian's chest full of scars, Ji Min sighed softly, with a flash of distress in his eyes, he picked up a fine needle and injected it again on Xie Xian's chest .

Xie Xian slowly entered the dreamland. He dreamed about the spring hunt eight years ago.

The spring hunting in March of that year was just in time for the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers.

The breeze was warm, and the young Xie Xian followed behind the old master. He was wearing a silver chain mail light armor. The red tassel on the top of the helmet fluttered in the wind. The sun fell on his body through the mottled shade, reflecting his pride.

He is riding a snow-white sweat horse, with long mane fluttering gently in the breeze, and his fit and powerful body is showing his most heroic demeanor. Never drooped.

Like its owner, it is full of vigor and heroism.

That year, the emperor gave an order, and countless horses ran towards the lush forest. The same was true for the young Xie Xian. This spring hunting, he wanted to hunt the best prey and give it to the cold-hearted man who was by the emperor's side. A cold-hearted national teacher.

The young Xie Xian holds a big bow in his hand, his arrows are flawless, his horse roars and roars, he is as powerful as a bamboo in the jungle, and he can come and go freely. He is the most agile and experienced hunter in the treacherous and cunning jungle.

At sunset on the western mountain, the young Xie Xian returned with his prey, leaving only a white shadow in the afterglow.

When counting the prey, the young Xie Xian defeated all the phoenix sons and grandchildren with 66 prey, and won the first prize, gaining the reputation of the Marquis of Zhen Guo.

The emperor and empress praised him greatly, and all the ministers praised him endlessly, but the national teacher on the high stage was alone.

Wearing light armor, the young Xie Xian walked up the stairs slowly. He stood beside the national teacher and carefully held out a blue bird from his arms.

The blue bird lightly pecked the palm of the young Xie Xian with its beak, and the young Xie Xian giggled.

The national teacher turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

The young Xie Xian stretched out the blue bird in his palm towards the national teacher, and said with a smile, "I will give you my best prey today."

The national teacher looked down at the blue bird in his palm, and frowned slightly: "Why did you give me this?"

The young Xie Xian raised his hands upwards, and the blue bird spread its wings and flew higher and higher, farther and farther away.

"The national teachers of all dynasties have been confined in the capital with Wang Banjia all their lives. Even though they are knowledgeable and talented, they have never experienced it personally. I hope you can spread your wings and fly high like that blue bird. One day, I will let you not be imprisoned in the capital. In this exquisite cage."

The national teacher looked at the high-spirited person in front of him, his mind was taken away by his words, his heart moved, and he answered uncontrollably.

"it is good."

……

Ji Min finished the last injection, and Xie Xian who was lying on the bed had thorns all over his body like a hedgehog.

However, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly. If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a little smile on his face. Perhaps the dream is so beautiful that he can't help but indulge in it.

Ji Min pulled the dagger out of the scabbard, scalded it in hot water and then put it on the fire several times.

He took the knife and slashed slowly on Xie Xian's wrist, and black blood gradually flowed out from the wound.

Xie Xian's smile on the bed disappeared suddenly, and his brows were tightly furrowed as if he had fallen into an abyss of fear.

His dream changed from the spring hunting eight years ago to the battle of Liang Qi four years ago.

That war lasted for four years, and Xie Xian spent his 20-year-old Ji Guanli fighting on the battlefield.

The enemy was treacherous, and he almost couldn't return to the camp alive several times.

Xie Xian once wrote a letter in his tent, writing down his story on the battlefield, and the recipient was the national teacher far away in Kyoto.

Often in the middle of writing a letter, he would put on his armor, bring his saber, and ride a white horse to lead the Xuance army to defend against the raiding enemies.

At that time, he was so angry that he killed countless enemies, just because these enemies never let him write a letter completely.

His friend Xiuyuan also laughed at him: "What are you doing writing so many letters? If you can't send them out, he won't be able to receive them."

"Apart from my parents, he is my only concern in Beijing. Even if I can't deliver a letter every day, my heart can be more at ease."

"Yanzhi, if one day we face each other with swords on the battlefield, will you retreat because the opponent is me?"

Xie Xian was taken aback, then smiled and said: "No, behind me are the mountains and rivers of Daliang, and the people of Daliang. I will not let anyone's sword hurt it! Defending the family and the country, this is the responsibility of the Xuance Army. The mission is also the glory of the Zhen Guohou Mansion, and my duty is to defend the glory of this mission and the territory behind me!"

"Even if the enemy is you, you can't make me retreat, because I am Daliang's general!"

Gu Xiuyuan smiled: "So am I."

Gu Xiuyuan, Xie Xian's good friend, they traveled a long distance from Kyoto to the frontier together.Gu Xiuyuan was excellent in martial arts but never went to battle to kill the enemy. At first Xie Xian thought he was afraid of the sight of corpses piled up in mountains, until Gu Xiuyuan disappeared in the crucial battle four years ago.

Xie Xian couldn't find him, and finally heard that Gu Xiuyuan was already in the enemy camp, and told the enemy all their strategies.

After hearing this, Xie Xian remembered what Gu Xiuyuan asked him in the past, and was furious. The backlog of old illnesses came like a volcanic eruption. He couldn't hold back his blood, and spat it out in front of all the soldiers.

He should have recuperated well, but the front line retreated steadily, all their schemes were thwarted, his mother was killed in battle, and Xuan Ce's army suffered heavy casualties.

Xie Xian was filled with resentment, and in the final battle, he and his father rushed to the front line with Xuan Ce's army in armor.

In the shadow of countless swords and swords, Xie Xian rode on the white steed, watching Gu Xiuyuan drop guns and powder on them under the enemy's order.

One by one, the gunpowder fell on the battlefield, blooming everywhere, Xie Xian couldn't dodge one gunpowder, which landed beside him, and exploded suddenly.

After all, the white horse lowered its proud head.

Xie Xian fell into a pool of blood and couldn't move. He opened his mouth and blood left his mouth. The sounds of fighting, explosions, and roars in his ears all went away with him, and his world remained peaceful.

He looked at the countless swords, spears, swords and halberds that were stabbing at him, and there was only one thought in his mind.

"Why didn't you try to send the letter back then? Now, I'm afraid I won't be able to send it anymore."

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Two more!have a look!I am very hardworking, hahahahaha!

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