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

The Qiang flute leisurely travels outside the Great Wall, Mu Zhiming does not disgrace the envoy's orders, and finds the crisp camel bells for the Jin Dynasty in the hinterland of the foreign military camp deep in the desert border, and uses words to stop the turmoil, save the people of Liming from the turmoil of war, and avoid worrying. The tragedy of He Yan's death on the battlefield.

After ten years of hard work and sleepless nights, I finally waited for the day when the sun is rising.

Mu Zhiming left the peace agreement document stamped by the emperor himself as a token, and then bid farewell to Burigude Tianhan, leaving Gouji barracks with Gu Heyan and heading south.Coincidentally, the two met again with the Gouji caravan who had sent them a ride before. The fate of the reunion made people happy, and the leader of the caravan warmly invited them to travel together and decided to send them to Changming Pass.

In this uninhabited desert full of yellow sand, it is a blessing to have someone to accompany him, and of course Mu Zhiming would not refuse.

The first time they were born and the second time they were acquainted, the people in the caravan treated them very friendly. During the chat, they even told Mu Zhiming many Gouji customs and historical stories. He Yan.

The two of them coincidentally never mentioned the drunken mischief that day, and they stayed together as usual, but since that day, Mu Zhiming always had one thing on his mind: why did Gu Heyan look somewhat similar to Fu Yi after his disguise?

It was late in the day and night, the desert sky and the stars were falling, and the dry firewood was spinning the bonfire. Mu Zhiming was sitting by the fire and holding a long dead branch and fiddled with the dry firewood.

He remembered that the warlock who disguised himself was not from the capital, so he should have hardly seen His Royal Highness King Su.

If it is really a coincidence, can it really be possible to have five or six points of similar appearance?

Mu Zhiming was staring at the dancing flames in thought, when he heard the creaking sound of boots stepping on the yellow sand and frost grass in the desert, he looked up and saw Gu Heyan walking towards him, walked to the side, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes Spread it out, and there is a small porcelain bottle in the palm of your hand.

"Huh? What is this?" Mu Zhiming took it in doubt.

Gu Heyan replied, "Medicine."

"Medicine?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled, "What kind of medicine?"

Gu Heyan: "Treat your legs..."

Mu Zhiming reacted immediately, covered his lips and coughed suddenly, his face flushed: "Ahem! Okay, stop talking, I understand."

In fact, although his inner thighs were worn and red, it was not serious. He would be fine after a day of rest, but after they left the Gouji barracks, they rode on horseback every day. During this ride, their legs rubbed and pulled against the side of the horse. The abrasion on Zhiming's thigh cannot heal on its own, and it has not healed yet.

But it didn't hurt too much, Mu Zhiming kept pretending nothing happened, and he didn't know how Gu Heyan found out.

However, for Mu Zhiming, this medicine is really sweet after a long drought. He has been traveling with the caravan for the past few days, and his horseback riding speed is not fast. He can still bear the injury on the inside of his leg. Galloping towards Dajin, just thinking about it makes people uneasy.

After Mu Zhiming thanked him, he carefully put the medicine into his arms, and when he looked up and saw Gu Heyan turned to leave, he quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Where are you going?"

Gu Heyan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't answer, he knew that he was fine, the young master smiled with his eyes bent, and the eyes of the silver man met his eyes: "Come with me for a chat, okay?"

Gu Heyan nodded, and sat down beside Mu Zhiming, resting his elbow on a bent knee, watching the bonfire in silence, waiting for Mu Zhiming to speak.

Mu Zhiming turned to look at him, and asked, "Where did the medicine come from?"

Gu Heyan replied: "I bought it from the caravan."

"Huh?" Mu Zhiming was surprised, "Is there anyone in the caravan who can speak Da Jin?"

Gu Heyan shook his head.

"That's..." Mu Zhiming immediately thought of another aspect, he looked at Gu Heyan in surprise, "What? So you can speak Goji?!"

Gu Heyan nodded: "I can listen, but I can't speak well, I can only say a few simple words."

Mu Zhiming: "I just found out about this. Did you learn the Goji language when you were stationed in the frontier?"

"En." The night was dark, the temperature was getting colder and colder, Gu Heyan took the dry firewood in Mu Zhiming's hand, and stirred up the fire.

"Why do you want to learn Gouji language?" Mu Zhiming was very curious. Gu Heyan's military affairs are so heavy on weekdays, and since he knows this foreign language, he must have deliberately spared time to learn it.

Gu Heyan stared at the fire and remained silent for a moment before saying, "You said it."

"What did I say?" Mu Zhiming asked, "What did I say, what did I say?"

Gu Heyan said: "Know yourself and your enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles. Learning other languages ​​is not a way of knowing your enemy."

"What?" Mu Zhiming laughed when he heard the words, "Did I actually say such a thing to you? When did I say it? Why can't I remember?"

This sentence comes from the Art of War and the Art of War. He emphasized this to Gu Heyan, who is well versed in the art of war and the art of war. Isn't he just asking for trouble?

"You didn't tell me." Gu Heyan narrowed his eyes, "It's Captain Xiahou..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly closed his mouth when he thought of something, his eyes fluttered, and his face suddenly changed slightly.

"Huh? What happened to Captain Xiahou? Why didn't you say anything?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled.

"It's over." Gu Heyan stood up, avoiding Mu Zhiming's gaze, "I'm going to set up a tent."

"Ah? Finished?" Mu Zhiming was confused. For a moment, he didn't know whether his comprehension ability was too poor or Gu Heyan's words were too concise. "Why did you finish? I didn't understand."

Gu Heyan strode away, turning a deaf ear to Mu Zhiming's call, as if he would be overtaken by a scourge if he slowed down.

"That's all." Mu Zhiming muttered while resting his head on one hand, "Just pester him and talk to me next time."

But the next day the caravan traveled outside the Changming Pass, and continued south to the border of the Great Jin Dynasty. The two began to gallop on horseback, and did not find time to chat.

The two rushed to the small frontier village first, and returned the blood-beaded eighteen-son bracelet to Granny Feng. When the mother-in-law heard that the peace talks had been successful, tears welled up in her old eyes, and she held Mu Zhiming's hand tightly and refused to let her go. put.

After bidding farewell to Granny Feng, the two arrived at the Rongyan Army barracks a few days later.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the two returned safely.

After hearing the news that the peace talks were successful and that the Gouji army stationed in the frontier was about to withdraw, all the soldiers of the Melting Flame Army were stunned.

What?No more wars?

Why the hell don't you have to fight?

Is there any fraud in this? !

Xia Houhu felt that this matter was too mysterious, and chased after Mu Zhiming every day to ask him how he did it.

Young Master Mu said solemnly: "General Gu said that as long as I can successfully negotiate peace with the Gouji Kingdom, I can marry him back to the government, so I did it."

Xia Houhu: "?"

Little brother, I think you are fooling me.

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "I didn't fool you, tell me, just relying on General Gu's celestial appearance, who wouldn't want to show his heart and life, and rush to marry him?"

Gu Heyan's cold face to Hades appeared in Xia Houhu's mind, and he felt that he didn't think much about it.

"By the way." Mu Zhiming remembered something and asked Xiahouhu, "Captain Xiahou, did I ever tell you the phrase 'Know yourself and the enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles'?"

Xia Houhu stroked his chin and beard and thought for a long time: "Know yourself and the enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles? I don't remember you saying such a thing to me."

"Think about it again, is it true?" Mu Zhiming asked.

"Hmm... After much deliberation, there really isn't one." Xia Houhu said, "Little brother, why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, just ask casually." Mu Zhiming smiled kindly, thinking that maybe Gu Heyan remembered it wrong, or maybe what he said that day was not Xia Houhu but something else, but he didn't hear clearly.

"Little brother, you..." Xia Houhu asked hesitantly, "You really want to marry our general?"

"Seriously!" Mu Zhiming laughed loudly, "I, Mu Zhiming's sincerity can be learned from the sun and the moon, and I will not marry Gu Heyan in this life!"

Although Xia Houhu feels that Mu Zhiming's words cannot be taken seriously, it does not conflict with his love of talking.

So three days later, Gu Miao's adopted brother, Gu Heyan's uncle, Wei Lingyun, a general of the Melting Flame Army, found the commander's camp, and the first thing he said when he met Gu Heyan was: "I heard you sold yourself?"

Gu Heyan: "..."

Wei Lingyun was heartbroken, and lamented again and again: "Xiao Yan, you are the commander of the Melting Flame Army, how can you be sure to pledge yourself in this contract of sale, how can you act so impulsively and recklessly!"

Gu Heyan: "..."

When the soldiers of the Melting Flame Army were still repeatedly shocked by the news of "there is no need to fight" and "their commander is about to be married", Mu Zhiming had already arranged everything properly and was ready to return with the mission. Jing reported the good news to the Holy One.

Even though there are thousands of helplessness and reluctance, it is still the day of parting.

The cold wind blows, and the lone geese don't sing. Gu Heyan is the only one who sees Mu Zhiming off this time, because the other soldiers have won Xu Can's military biography, and they feel the sadness of parting that should not be disturbed by others.

"After I report to the Holy Majesty that the frontier is peaceful, the Emperor will call you back to Beijing. You have to have a good talk with me about getting married at that time."

After saying this, Mu Zhiming saluted and said goodbye to Gu Heyan, then got up and got into the carriage.

General Gu stood in front of the wooden post and watched Mu Zhiming go away, just like the previous parting, he stood for a long time and refused to leave.

A farewell to the northern part of the country, the autumn sun hangs clear, so that the group of boats and cars are exhausted, and they travel to the Linxi post station in the mountains.

After settling down the team, Wen Heyin and Mu Zhiming rested in the house. Wen Heyin put down his luggage, looked up, and saw four large characters written on the wall of the house by a former resident with a brush.

Wen Heyin stared at it: "Yishui Wu... Wu..." After reading it for a long time, she couldn't get it out.

Mu Zhiming raised his head and glanced in the direction of Wen Heyin's line of sight: "Yishui Wuyu."

"Oh!" Wen Heyin suddenly realized.

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Didn't I teach you before? Forgot?"

"No." Wen Heyin argued, "Master, you never taught me."

"Why not." Mu Zhiming said, "Before I settled down here, I clearly taught you."

"Master, you have to make up something decent to scare me." Wen Heyin said, "We have never been to this inn before!"

"Why haven't I been here..." Mu Zhiming was about to refute, when he suddenly thought of something, he paused.

Wait, what he said seems to be something from a previous life.

"It's obviously the first time we've come to this inn." Wen Heyin was still arguing persistently.

"Yes, I remembered it wrong." Mu Zhiming smiled.

Wen Heyin was pleased, so he stopped talking and went out to ask the post envoy where there was a well that could draw water.

Sitting alone on the edge of the bed, Mu Zhiming raised his head and looked out of the broken wooden window. He saw the vast coldness and emptiness, the light of toads in the sky, and the shadows of bamboos whirling.

Thinking about it, it has been more than seven years since he was reborn, and it was too late for him to even confuse the past and present.

"Past life..." Mu Zhiming said to himself, he didn't know what he thought of, and kept repeating, "Know yourself and the enemy and you can win a hundred battles..."

Suddenly, Mu Zhiming's body trembled violently, his pupils contracted to the size of a pinprick, his mouth was slightly open, he could only inhale but not exhale.

He did say this to Xia Houhu.

But not this life.

It is a previous life.