Only senior brother is amazing

Hurry up and hurry up, and finally arrived at the territory of Beifu after half a month.

In the past half a month, He Bei's trauma has healed at an astonishing speed.If he didn't take off his clothes at this time, no one would know that he had suffered such a serious injury.

The only thing that irritated He Bei was that the wound where he had been shot by an arrow was very painful from time to time.Regardless of the location or time, several times when I was walking, I was so painful that I knelt on the ground directly, with a bleak and hideous face.His head was sweating profusely, and the blood oozed all the way to his coat, scaring the passers-by, thinking that he had some terrible hidden disease.

He Bei thought that his endurance was extremely strong, but when his chest hurts, it is more uncomfortable than when he sacrificed his body.It really hurts, it hurts.His eyes were red from the pain, and he was crying hopelessly, his fists pounded the ground, his eyes turned white, his mind was spinning, and he wanted to die.

Another time was in the carriage, he fell into a coma from the pain.Little Wu thought he was asleep and covered him with a thin blanket.

Almost at the same time, He Bei spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed Xiao Wuzi's wrist, and shouted in a vague voice: "Senior brother..."

Little Wuzi was so frightened that He Bei's palm was as hot as a branding iron, as if it was going to burn him.The frame of his eyes opened wide suddenly as if they were burning red, and there was a circle of blood red around his pupils. The aura of his whole person reminded Xiao Wuzi of Shura in the storybook.

Xiaosi held He Bei's shoulder tightly, poured a cup of cold tea on his face, and pulled him out of a dazed state.

Even Xiaosi was amazed by He Bei's hair after each "onset": "Your hair...is turning gray."

Every time He Bei "falls ill" like this, some silver strands will appear in his hair.There are more times than one time, and the color fades almost instantly. From a distance, it looks like it is covered with a layer of frost and snow.

No matter how much Xiao Si is on guard against He Bei, every time he sees He Bei's appearance when he "falls ill", he will feel a little pitiful for him.Thinking that the other party is like a wild beast trapped by a beast, in the struggle again and again, the momentum does not decrease but increases.But no matter how strong the will is, he still cannot get rid of the torture.

Every time He Bei recovers from the pain, he feels the pleasure of surviving a catastrophe.Every time at this time, he would think that when Xie Juan jumped into the fire pool with Hetu Luoshu in his last life, it was a thousand times more painful than this... He would feel that he didn't deserve it.

During this time, he found time to look in the mirror once.The self in the mirror was a bit haggard, with long silver-white hair in a mess, bangs on his forehead so long that they covered his eyes, and a circle of cyan stubble around his lips.Even so scribbled, but the whole person exudes a wild decadent beauty.

Spring in Beifu is mild and fresh.Peach blossoms are in full bloom all over the city, and the fragrance is tangy.The willows are green and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

After so many years, He Bei set foot on this land again, with five mixed feelings in his heart.

It seemed that every time he came to Beifu, he was at his worst state. Fortunately, in this life, his legs were intact.

As soon as he entered the gate of Beifu, Uncle Huai was greeted by a group of men in white robes on horseback.This group of white-robed envoys, He Bei, naturally recognized them, but they were just lackeys of the Beifu Temple and the most hypocritical believers under the protection of the gods.

The white-robed messenger escorted Uncle Huai to the best inn in Beifu.

He Bei knew that his appearance was eye-catching, but he didn't want to attract the attention of Beifu Temple.

Ever since he followed Uncle Huai, when he got up every day, he would insist on applying some easy-to-conceal black powder on his face, which could darken his skin several degrees.His posture also changed a little, deliberately hunched over, a little obscene, and the whole person looked less conspicuous than before.

In addition, the fourth and fifth sons are all good-looking, standing with them, the group of white-robed envoys did not pay much attention to him.

After returning to the inn, Uncle Huai was exhausted from the journey all the way, and he wanted to take a good rest. After retiring the fourth and fifth sons, he only left He Bei, who had recently expressed his love, in front of him.

He Bei lit incense and made hot tea for Uncle Huai in the house.Then he began to massage Uncle Huai's scalp, the technique was neither light nor heavy, and everything was in place.

When Uncle Huai is in a good mood, he will reveal more things.

"Six sons, Uncle Huai will tell you the truth, this time he came to Beifu to be an official."

He Bei pretended to be surprised and puzzled: "An official? Uncle Huai, if you don't tell me, I always thought you were an elder of some sect."

Uncle Huai squinted his eyes, and said leisurely: "Uncle Huai was indeed an official before, what is the elder of a great sect?"

"You are still young, but you must know that there used to be a family in the southwest of Beifu. At that time, the Li Kingdom ruled half of the inland of Zhongzhou. confidant..."

"See the golden bird on this old man's robe? It's a pattern only for first-rank ministers."

He Bei's eyes were filled with admiration: "Minister of the first rank...Uncle Huai is really amazing!"

He Bei's guess was right, Huai Lao's identity must be related to Li's royal family.

"This old man is much more powerful than a first-rank minister. A first-rank minister has to salute when he sees this old man. I think back then, Princess Shaoning and His Royal Highness were raised by this old man..."

"Hey, it's just..." Uncle Huai hesitated to speak, and let out a deep and helpless sigh.

"Stop talking, it's all over..." Uncle Huai's eyes were slightly red.

He thought of the broken Dali Palace more than 20 years ago, with corpses everywhere, and the flames of war everywhere... The people from Jinsha took away treasures and killed countless palace people... He lightly saw The most honorable princess in the Li Kingdom, the tragic situation after being raped by Jinsha's captives... The whereabouts of His Royal Highness's body is unknown, and he can't return to his hometown.Before the old emperor died of illness, he was still sticking to the throne in the main hall... The noble concubine had a deep love for the emperor, and after the emperor died, he committed suicide without hesitation...

Uncle Huai gradually fell into a deep sleep amidst the painful memory.

He Bei covered Uncle Huai's body with a thick blanket, and added a lot of new charcoal to the incense burner.He walked to the window and looked at the street scene outside the window with a serious expression on his face.

Beifu is where his and Xie Juan's nightmare started... The humiliation he suffered in the temple that year is still vivid in his mind.If he did it again, he would still let the blood of those dogs splatter the Sanchi Temple.

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On the second day, Uncle Huai woke up very early.

The people of the temple sent white-robed messengers to pick him up and go to the temple.

Uncle Huai took He Bei, Xiao Si and Xiao Wu with him.The four of them sat in the same carriage, driving the route that He Bei was all too familiar with, and finally drove slowly into the tall, jade-built palace gate.

After passing the gate of the palace, you have to sail.

There are five lake palaces built in Beifu Temple.Each lake palace has an elder sitting in charge.At this time, the Luna Lake Palace, which is heading to, is the master of the temple.

Looking at the blue lake with cold mist, He Bei recalled his last life. After his legs were disabled, it wasn't just someone who deliberately threw a lot of scattered stones on the shore of the lake, which caused his chair car to lose control and fell into the car. In the lake water of moon floes.He was soaked unconscious, like a dying fish.

When Xie Juan fished him out, his whole body was already purple from the cold, shivering slightly, and he couldn't even speak.

The group of apostles said coldly: "If your legs and feet are not good, sir, don't go out and walk around alone."

Xie Juan carried him back to the house and slept with him all night before recovering.The most uncomfortable thing for him was that after that night, Xie Juan also had a cold, coughing and coughing until May and June.

"Brother Six, your hair..." Xiao Wuzi noticed that He Bei's hair had turned gray again.

He Bei smiled disapprovingly: "It's okay...it's fine, it's mature."

"Actually, he looks like a little fairy." Little Wuzi comforted in a soft voice.

Uncle Huai said with concern: "After a few days, the old man will take you to the medical clinic. The side effects of this poison are too great."

"Thank you, Uncle Huai." He Bei walked behind Uncle Huai and squeezed his shoulders and necks for him.

Uncle Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of enjoyment on his face: "Later, you all should behave better to the old man, the master of the temple is not an ordinary person, you have to kneel down and salute him when you see him."

"Kneel down?" He Bei paused.

Uncle Huai said leisurely: "The master of the temple is the messenger of the gods who are alive and benefit the world, and should be treated with awe."

He Bei thought in his heart: "Is he worthy?" But his expression was still submissive.

When the boat arrived in front of the majestic and tall Yueshen Lake Palace, Uncle Huai's expression was a little complicated.Perhaps it was because the construction form of the Lake Palace was very similar to that of the Li Kingdom's Palace, which caused him a little confusion and mixed feelings.

The pale golden sunlight is like a soft veil covering the ice jade steps engraved with divine inscriptions. He Bei recalls Xie Juan in his previous life, dressed in a white and gold robe that cannot be defiled, standing on top of the transparent jade steps. On the face, with a calm expression, clear eyes, and a pure mind, he is the lonely and brave true God hidden among the many hypocritical believers.

In this life, he doesn't want Xie Tien to be anyone's god, he only wants him to be his lover under his protection.

The master of the temple sits on a high temple, with a kind face and kind eyes, enjoying the spring breeze.

He Bei saw that under those kind eyes was an abyss filled with thousands of poisonous snakes.

The hall master held up the golden staff, pounded the ground heavily, and said excitedly: "It is really an honor for my temple to invite Huai Lao to come out of the mountain!"

Uncle Huai said modestly, "Where is it, he is just an old-fashioned useless person."

After several polite greetings, the master of the temple revealed his true intention: "In one month, the ancestor worship ceremony will be held, and the mausoleum needs to be opened to worship and kneel... I hope Elder Huai will be a witness."

Opening the mausoleum... In fact, the Beifu holds the mausoleum worship every year, but it is done in private. After all, the state of Li has become a thing of the past, and it is easy to cause criticism if it is open to the public.

The purpose of Beifu inviting Uncle Huai to open the mausoleum this time is definitely not as simple as being a witness.

"Elder Huai will stay in the temple these days, don't be restrained." The master of the temple swept He Bei, Xiao Si, and Xiao Wu's faces, with an inexplicable smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Coming out of the temple, Uncle Huai had mixed feelings. "As soon as I set foot on this land, I feel at ease in my heart. This used to be the royal palace of the Li Kingdom, a home carved in my bones."

"Uncle Huai, what is the mausoleum opening ceremony?"

"The ceremony of opening the mausoleum is to go to the imperial mausoleum of the Li Kingdom to pay homage to the dead souls of the motherland..."

"Are you the only one left in Li Guo's old ministry?"

"If you don't believe me, He An, the well-known master in the Southwest, used to be the old department of His Royal Highness. There are many people in the old department who are alive, but few dare to face them. Everyone has hidden wounds in their hearts. The ceremony of opening the mausoleum is to expose the wounds again. open......"

"The old man feels that he is old and his time is short. It is time to pay homage to the old man... so that he can die without regret."

He Bei did not continue the conversation, fearing that Uncle Huai would notice something.For the time being, he still doesn't understand the real purpose of Beifu calling Uncle Huai here, and he doesn't seem to be very clear about what Uncle Huai said.

——"Master Jun, you are here. The Palace Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Ah."

In the distance, He Bei caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, it was Kejun.

Kejun is dressed in a holy white robe, with a graceful posture, like a goddess in the nine heavens.

He Bei lowered his head, his messy gray hair covered half of his face, and his body was half hidden behind Xiaosi.

But Jun's gaze swept across them slightly, and finally he rested his eyes heavily on Uncle Huai's face, with a gloomy emotion flashing in his eyes.

fleeting.

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