disguised holy monk

"Master, won't you come with us?" Everyone was a little anxious, "Let's go together!"

Xuan Qing smiled slightly, and persuaded softly: "You all have injuries on your body, the benefactor Wanyan has lost too much blood, there will be no delay, please leave as soon as possible."

Xuan Qing looked at Jiang Qimo as he spoke, he must understand that with that look, if they don't go first, staying will only be a drag, then everything he is doing now will be in vain.

Jiang Qimo looked at the exhausted crowd, and finally he could only nod his head, "...well, master, we will wait for you opposite."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the restrained Nan Shuxuan, as if he was saying that he would just throw this person aside later.

Seeing Xuanqing's response, he and Wanyan Fusheng helped up the injured soldiers from Northern Xinjiang, Yue quietly supported Wanyan's half-quilt, and the group walked to the other side of the river.

By the time they reached the middle of the river, the army had already retreated a mile away, and it was safe to escape.

Only Xuanqing and Nan Shuxuan were left by the river, Xuanqing let go, Nan Shuxuan immediately turned around and took two steps back.

Xuan Qing didn't care about his guard at all, just smiled and said softly: "Your Majesty, you can leave now."

Nan Shuxuan looked at the horse on one side, and then at the people who were waiting for Xuanqing on the other side of the river.

Today, he was the one who fell short. Probably, he lost this person forever.He originally thought that when he ruled the world, with Xuanqing's ability, he would naturally be the national teacher who opened up a new dynasty... But, there will be no more chances.

His sharp eyebrows sneered lightly, and a sullen feeling in his heart was pressed from his chest all the way to his throat. His throat was bitter and astringent due to the impact, and his voice was hoarse for a while, "It seems that the master will not miss the land of the Southern Dynasty anymore, then I wish the master a high position in the northern Xinjiang and a rich salary in the future... I only hope that I will never have the chance to meet the master again in this life, if not..."

His icy voice stopped abruptly, and he took a deep look at Xuan Qing for the last time, then got on his horse and walked away.

Xuan Qing guessed that the other party's unfinished words would probably kill him.

Unfortunately, he had no chance.

At this time, his throat was sweet, and his whole body should be in extreme pain, but he couldn't feel it, he just felt that every inch of bone in his body seemed to be limp.

Xuan Qing clasped his hands together, smiled and shook his head at the back of Nan Shuxuan who was about to leave, and sighed softly: "Your Majesty is wrong..."

His words were lightly sent to Nan Shuxuan's ears, making him feel that something was wrong, his voice seemed extremely weak.

Nan Shuxuan felt uneasy, he reined in his horse and looked back, and saw Xuan Qing's face was terribly pale, and in the next moment, his whole body was scattered like blood mist, and his white monk robe was covered with little red plums.

"Grandmaster!"

On the opposite side of the Changhe River, a long and shrill howl was heard from a long distance away, and everyone rushed to this side.

Nan Shuxuan was so shocked that he didn't react for a while, until Xuanqing's monk's robe flew up, and he fell down with a smile on his face——

Nan Shuxuan was the closest to Xuanqing, he immediately galloped down from his horse to catch Xuanqing, so he didn't let him fall on the ice.

"You...why..." He touched Xuanqing's acupoints at a loss, and then held his pulse. He felt that his inner breath was rushing like a sieve through his body, but Xuanqing's pulse was getting weaker and weaker. ...

Nan Shuxuan's hands were shaking, and he said incoherently in a hoarse voice: "How could you be like this...I didn't want you to die..."

Why didn't he notice something was wrong with Xuan Qing just now?He was obviously weak and weak, did he use such hands to control the conditions he was talking about?

In fact, Xuan Qing could not stand up for a long time. This body has long been dilapidated due to the repeated stimulation of internal strength, not to mention that he has stimulated all his potential in this war.

Xuan Qing coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then spoke intermittently, "It has nothing to do with His Majesty, it's an old injury caused by the poor monk's reckless use of internal energy..."

Nan Shuxuan remembered that since the acquaintance, Xuan Qing suffered internal injuries, which could not heal after a long time.Jiang Qimo has said that he can't use his internal strength too much.

But what do you mean it has nothing to do with him?Isn't this disaster that made him exhausted all because of him?

Nan Shuxuan was stunned, and he couldn't explain what was causing the sudden tightness in his heart, so he could only pour in his internal energy indiscriminately, and said eagerly, "Hold on, with Jiang Qimo here, he must have a way..."

These words seemed to appease Xuan Qing, but more like comforting himself.

Xuan Qing was relieved, gently pushed Nan Shuxuan's hand away, and said weakly: "It's useless, Your Majesty doesn't need to waste energy..."

Xuan Qing's strength was not strong, but Nan Shuxuan seemed to be drained of all his strength by this movement, and let down his hands in a slumped manner.

How could he not know Xuanqing's situation at this time?

He also said just now that he would never have a chance to meet him again in this life, but he didn't want such a way of not seeing each other.

He has nowhere to turn around...

As if his heart had been hammered heavily, Nan Shuxuan was in severe pain. Looking at Xuanqing's pale face, his eyes were a little red, and he murmured: "Master, tell me, how did things turn out like this? Obviously at the beginning, Aren't we friends?...Why don't you stay in the palace, wait for me to unify the world, and wait for this to end..."

His vision gradually blurred, and he suddenly remembered the time when he saw Xuan Qing for the first time a few years ago.

At that time, he was high-spirited, and everyone in the court called him a gentleman, and the ambition in his heart had not yet grown to the level it is now.Xuan Qing at that time...

His eyes fell on Xuan Qing's face, his eyes were the same as back then, he hadn't changed at all, what changed was himself...

"Master, when I first met Qingchan Temple, I should have known that you are different from me..." Nan Shuxuan closed his eyes fiercely, swallowed the soreness in his throat, and said softly, "Master, do you have any more?" What is unfinished that needs me to do?"

Xuan Qing seemed to be speechless, just shook his head, then nodded again, he opened his mouth and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, Wanyan Fusheng and Jiang Qimo both felt tense and hurriedly stroked His back input internal force.

Xuanqing's time is running out, he spoke in a weak voice, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, everyone could only get close to him, and then heard intermittently, "...the poor monk's only wish... is...the world is peaceful , the people are harmonious..."

"... Is that so?" Nan Shuxuan's heart ached, and he wanted to show a smile to comfort him, but in the end, only bitter eyes were left, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I promise you."

At this moment, Xuanqing finally relaxed and smiled, "The poor monk believes that His Majesty will definitely be able to create a prosperous Southern Dynasty and become a prosperous Mingjun."

In fact, in troubled times, an iron-blooded emperor is needed to unify the world and end the war, but in peaceful times, why bother to kill more and make the people displaced.

Xuan Qing seemed to have let go of the last thing on his mind, he relaxed and fell into a semi-comatose state.

"Master?..." While Nan Shuxuan was in a daze, the four of Yue Jingran who had originally left ran back desperately.

"Grandmaster!"

"Master!"...

"Go away!" Wanyan Fusheng kicked Nan Shuxuan who was guarding Xuanqing away, and Jiang Qimo rushed to the other side to feel Xuanqing's pulse, and then his face seemed to be more serious than Xuanqing's checkmate. Everyone will be white.

Jiang Qimo took out the life-saving medicines in his arms and stuffed them into Xuanqing's mouth as if he didn't need money, but his hands were shaking badly, and Xuanqing was already unconscious at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to swallow the medicines. Not much medicine went into the mouth.

"The medicine is spilled, I'll come..." Wanyan Fusheng snatched the medicine from Jiang Qimo's hand, even though his eyes were flushed with anxiety, he still fed the medicine steadily.

But it was useless, Xuan Qing's face was as pale as paper, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Why are you still not moving?" Wanyan Fusheng blushed anxiously, grabbed the dazed Jiang Qimo by the collar and shouted: "Aren't you a miracle doctor? Save him quickly!"

Jiang Qimo hated himself more than anyone else at this time, hated why he didn't have the ability to live and die, flesh and bones!

He waved the man away, his eyes were bloodshot, "Do you think I don't want to save him? Or do you think what I said was a joke? If you force such a powerful internal force repeatedly, his heart will be broken long ago." It's gone... There is no cure for medicine and stone..."

Jiang Qimo couldn't stand anymore, slumped on the ground, staring at Xuanqing in a daze.

Wanyan half-quilted herself was almost in a semi-comatose state, she was always calm, but at this moment she only felt that her eyes were darkened - if it wasn't for saving them, how could Xuanqing forcefully use her internal force to bring herself down to this point?

"Dog Emperor! I'm going to kill you!" Yue Qiaoran's long-simmering anger finally broke out, and she suddenly turned around and whipped Nan Shuxuan.

Nan Shuxuan didn't resist at all, the whip hit his face, leaving a long streak of blood and burning pain, but he didn't react at all, he just stared at Xuanqing in a daze.

Yue Quiet's eyes were fierce, she stepped forward to grab the person with one hand, and pulled out a dagger with the other.

Just when the dagger had already scratched Nan Shuxuan's neck, and it only needed to go in an inch to cut through the throat——

"Stop coughing..."

The powerless words were as light as a feather with a cough, but they made Yue quietly stop what she was doing, and looked back at Xuan Qing who was awake.

"Master, you are awake!"

Xuan Qing insisted: "...can't kill him, can't...start a war..."

Xuan was awake... Everyone's surprise hadn't settled yet, and the next moment there was a heart-piercing pain--his such an ugly face, anyone could see that Xuan Qing had already returned to the light, and it was the last journey.

Even at this last moment, what he cared about in his heart was not to cause war...

It's just that Xuan Qing has only the last bit of sanity.

Jiang Qimo looked at his hands in pain, almost as if in a daze, and muttered to himself, "What kind of doctor am I?"

Wanyan Fusheng knelt beside him on one knee, his clenched fists pierced his palms with nails, and said his last prayer over and over again in a hoarse voice, "Master, in the next life, I will be your apprentice..."

When the dagger fell to the ground, Yue quietly walked over and knelt aside, with tears in her red eyes, she muttered: "You are a good person, do you wake up as soon as I kill someone? Then you must not sleep again, Otherwise, I will kill hundreds of people..."

Xuan Qing seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything, only blood spilled out with coughing.

Yue Qingran was anxious and regretful, choked up again and again and said: "I'm talking nonsense, don't worry... I won't kill people..."

She kept crying but bit her lips tightly, and said briskly: "You still owe me one thing, you said that I will go to Qingchan Temple in the future, you have to make tea, have you forgotten? "

The pain in her throat was so bad that she could hardly speak. It took her a while to suppress her sobs and continued: "You don't count your words. If I go to Qingchan Temple in the future, who will make me tea..."

Wanyan Banqun was listening to Yueqing's ramblings, but her eyes were fixed on Xuanqing.Yue Qiaoran still has Xuan Qing's original promise to mention, but she has no excuses, no excuses to get close to him...

Her face was pale, and her chest was throbbing with pain. She didn't know if it was from the previous wound, or because of something else... It was just so painful, it was so painful that she tasted tears for the first time since she had almost never shed tears since she grew up. salty taste.

Xuanqing exhausted the last of his strength, and spit out intermittent breaths, "... Dependence arises and extinction, there is no shadow, no form, but skin, so don't be sad..."

As the breath-like whispers drifted away in the wind, those eyes with infinite brilliance finally lost all their luster and closed slowly.

In an instant, the air seemed to be sucked dry, and everyone's hearts seemed to sink into a cold pool with no warmth as the eyes closed.