The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

The fact that Xiao Ren appeared in the frontier made Mu Zhiming full of doubts. He went downstairs after a while, but Xiao Ren was no longer in the inn. Mu Zhiming asked the innkeeper, who replied: "Ah? That guest just now?" ?He left after a meal and didn't stay overnight.

Mu Zhiming went back to the house after thanking him, feeling more and more confused.

At this time, Xiao Ren rode his horse and ran out of the village, headed all the way to the border between the two countries, crossed the oasis lake, and after half a stick of incense, a group of merchants from the Goji Kingdom camped there appeared in the desert Gobi.

Xiao Ren met the leader of the merchant in a small camp, and the leader of the merchant took out a small red sandalwood box, and when he opened it, there were three small black pills lying in it.

"This is the medicine?" Xiao Ren narrowed his eyes, "It's so small, three pills are worth a thousand gold?"

The merchant leader said in broken Jin dialect: "Suoshenghun, herbal medicine, do you know? Only around here, it is precious, and this medicine is boiled with that herbal medicine!"

Xiao Ren snapped his tongue: "Tsk tsk tsk."

The merchant leader was still saying: "When the man eats it, it will protect his heart, make him healthy and strong, and can resist all kinds of poisons!"

Xiao Ren keenly caught some information and asked, "Women can't eat?"

The leader of the merchant said: "It can also protect the heart, but after the woman took one pill, she became infertile for three years. After asking so many questions, do you want to buy it or not?"

"Buy it, why don't you buy it if you are entrusted by someone, the daughter is ready." Xiao Ren smiled slyly, "But apart from these three, I would like to ask you to buy another one."

grain. "

"Okay, Qian." The head of the merchant, Gouji, was also unambiguous. "Is it okay to use the news?" Xiao Ren said with a smile, "It's definitely not bad news."

Merchant leader: "What news."

Xiao Ren leaned over and approached him, the flames of the camp shone on his face, making his facial features menacing and terrifying, he said in a low voice: "Gu Heyan, do you know this man? Commander of the Melting Flame Army, let me tell you that he was captured alive If you tell Gouji Dahan about his method, wouldn’t you be able to get countless glory and wealth?”

He laughed bitterly, thinking that he just passed by the small village by chance, who would have bumped into Yulin General Gu Heyan, and he had observed carefully, besides Gu Heyan was the young man who didn't seem to know martial arts , no one else.

Xiao Ren felt that he was really lucky. If he got this extra panacea pill and sold it in the capital, he would make a lot of money!

"Should I change it? This news will give you a pill." Xiao Ren winked at the head of the Gouji vendor.

Merchant Gouji thought for a moment, then nodded: "Change."

In the village inn, the moonlight was cool outside the wing room, and the candles were flickering on the wooden table inside the wing room. Sitting at the table, Mu Zhiming was pondering over the Goji characters rubbed from the stone, and suddenly shivered.

Gu Heyan on the side silently stood up and closed the window, then turned to look at Mu Zhiming: "Rest early."

"Okay." Mu Zhiming nodded. He put down the rubbings in his hand. Thinking of meeting Xiao Ren today, he felt inexplicably uneasy, "Let's go back to the barracks tomorrow after we have found the old woman."

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

After a night of light sleep and frightening dreams, the next afternoon, after lunch, the two of them found the dilapidated ancestral temple at the end of the village.

Family.

The male host welcomed the two into the house, and said: "I'm sorry, my grandma is mentally ill, and she only wants to see one person."

Mu Zhiming hurriedly said: "It is a great honor for the old man to see us, so let me meet her."

The host nodded and led Mu Zhiming into the inner room. The inner room is not big, the windows are clear and transparent, and there are many unique ornaments of the Goji nationality hanging around. An old woman with gray hair is wrapped in a thick crimson coat祆, sitting on a blue and white cloud pattern cushion, with a charcoal brazier beside him.

Mu Zhiming knew at a glance that this mother-in-law was the one he was looking for, so he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Old man."

The mother-in-law's voice was old and slow but kind: "Son, why did you come to me?"

Mu Zhiming said: "I like to know the customs of various places, so I went around to collect folk songs. During this trip, I came across this place. I saw the big stone with inscriptions at the entrance of the village. I was very interested. I would like to ask you to give me some pointers."

The old lady looked at Mu Zhiming. Although her eyelids were drooping and deeply wrinkled, her eyes were not cloudy at all. She smiled: "My child, you lied."

Mu Zhiming was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and saluted, and said seriously: "Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Rites, is an envoy sent by the emperor. Mu Zhiming came here to explain the cause of the war between the two countries. I beg the old man to enlighten me and answer my questions."

"Envoy..." The old lady trembled slightly when she heard these two words, and she sighed a long time, "I thought I would never listen to it again in my life."

See these two words..."

She slowly stretched out her right hand, took off the bracelet from her old wrist, and handed it to Mu Zhiming with a trembling hand: "Son, look, do you know what this is?"

Mu Zhiming took it with both hands respectfully, and saw that the bracelet was made of blood-colored agate beads and gold beads, strung together with crimson red strings, shining in the golden sun, and engraved with Gouji characters on the gold beads, he was stunned: " Could this be Gouji's world treasure, the Blood Bead Eighteen Sons Bracelet, I heard that it has been lost for many years, and no one knows where it is

what. "

The old lady smiled happily: "Yes, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable at such a young age. This was given to my grandfather's family by Balakhan. He escaped here when he was young. Hide him first, in order to protect him, my grandfather even broke a hand, Balakhan gave this bracelet to my grandfather as a token of gratitude.” As she spoke, the old woman seemed to be lost in memory, and looked up. Sighing, "Back then, how close Gouji and Dajin were, how lively our village was, but now, hey..."

A sad sigh, leading the years back to many years ago, no one knows where the prejudice started to spread.

It may be because of the mercenary guards in Baicheng, but any Goji people who enter Baicheng will be charged a very high entry fee.

It may be because the unkind county magistrate in Baicheng relied on the height of the sky and the emperor's distance to raise taxes. The local people took five out of ten, and even directly called out seven out of ten taxes for foreigners.

It may also be because the arrogant magistrate who came down to inspect, said contemptuously when he saw a foreigner: "The small barbarian country covets the prosperity of my great Jin."

Contradictions accumulate and accumulate. When tolerance is no longer there and only narrow prejudice remains, everything will eventually explode.

When Mu Zhiming knew the reason and left, the old lady asked Mu Zhiming in a trembling voice: "My child, can I still see such a scene?"

You can also see the crisp sound of camel bells coming from the depths of the distant desert, and the alien songs sung by the caravan reverberating in the vast sky. When you ask them why they came, they say: friend, I am here for you.

On the way back to the inn, Mu Zhiming mentioned this matter to Gu Heyan, and Gu Heyan expressed his feelings: "The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest."

Mu Zhiming nodded in agreement: "Exactly...cough cough..."

Gu Heyan frowned, looked at Mu Zhiming: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, maybe it's because it's a bit cold today." Mu Zhiming waved his hand, "Let's go back to the inn to pack our luggage and return to the barracks...cough cough..."

Gu Heyan looked up at the sky, and saw that the evening was dark and cool, and thought that if he traveled late at night, it would damage Mu Zhiming's energy: "Rest for a night, and then set off tomorrow morning."

"But...cough cough cough..." Mu Zhiming covered his lips and coughed violently, and after a while he recovered, and said in a compromise, "Okay."

It was night, the first wind was blowing, the snow was covering the yellow sand, the village was quiet and peaceful, and not far away, a group of Goji soldiers were galloping away on horseback holding torches.