[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

The hall master, who had been in a hurry to hurry, went down the snow-capped mountains. The three of them did not sleep without rest, and the porridge and water had not been taken in. It was not until they settled in a small tent on the outskirts of Zanghai village that the hall master took off his thick clothes and sat down at the table as if he had lost all strength.

The man in the iron mask was still standing, and I was on his back, trying to keep my eyes wide open, because I didn't know when I would die.

"Put him to bed."

With a few words, the person who had been standing still behind my back suddenly stepped forward.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" The hall master asked me slowly while holding the table.

"Because the man wearing the iron mask is about to die." I replied, "A doctor who can poison is better than a quack doctor. You want to accept me to treat his wounds?"

However, my answer does not mean that I think so.I don't think I can figure out what the palace master is thinking, but I don't really think that everything is as simple as it seems at first glance.

If he doesn't kill me, there must be his plot.

The person at the table nodded, "If you can be of use to me, I would be more than happy to spare your life."

After he finished speaking, he got up and left, and stopped at the entrance of the tent, "If he lives, you will live, if he dies..."

I have heard these words too much... "What about you?" I asked back, "Aren't you going to cure the poison on your body?"

"You will end it yourself when he dies." The hall master only finished what he should have said, and then lifted the curtain and went out.

"Jiang Wuque." As soon as he left, I turned around immediately.

The people around me, as if they didn't exist at all, stood still and couldn't be more silent.

What did Jiang Yulang mean? I frowned. Without his order, Jiang Wuque wouldn't even drink water by himself. I pulled him, but he didn't move, let alone sit down with his legs bent.

"Jiang Wuque..." At this moment, my whole body's acupoints were restrained, and my hands and feet were weak, so I could only grab his clothes, grab his hands, forcefully get up, and face him.

"You..." Before the word "you" was finished, he saw a line of blood under the mask, which hurriedly slid down from the corner of Jiang Wuque's lips.

Frowning... He lowered his eyes and was so quiet that one would think he was a dead thing. Only the faint and slow ups and downs in his heart let me know that he was still alive. isolated.

Wipe the blood on his lips with fingertips, "...Jiang Wuque, can you hear me?"

There was no response, and everything was expected. He drooped his eyes, and his eyelashes covered what was originally visible. Originally, these eyes should be clear and bright, and should have the calmness and patience I am familiar with, but at this moment, Jiang Wuque left me , It's just the relative indifference and determination in the last scene in the cell, and there is no turning back from the present... Muran.

I leaned forward, pulled his sleeves to maintain a standing position, I wanted to take off the iron mask for him, I wanted to see his face, there were sporadic blue beards on the exposed chin, and the color of the lips was so pale that I, as a doctor, I couldn't help but feel frightened.This is the result of the battle on the top of Kunlun Mountain, the bleeding continued...until death.

However, I couldn't find the ingenuity of the mask, and my hands always brushed his neck, chin, and hair ends... After many years, I felt that I no longer had the same mentality as before, and trembled frequently.

At this time, there were several heavy footsteps outside the tent, and suddenly a person lifted the curtain and came in.

The moment I saw the person coming, I frowned, a hunchback with an ugly face, brought food and wound medicine to the account, how could it be so fast, the palace master went out for less than a moment, this fish actually took everything ready.

The hunchback walked to the table by itself, put down the items in his hands, and glanced at me sideways, seeing that I was holding on to Jiang Wuque's clothes, he said with a "pooh": "It's actually some bad luck in broad daylight, how can anyone strip people's clothes?" Let people see it too!"

I glared at the hunchback, but the hunchback smiled at me, and said, "The person who came with you has fainted, he must be dying."

"What?!" I yelled, and the hunchback became angry, "What is it called! You have to pay the full rent after you die, don't think that you can renege on your bills after you die!"

"You are in business," I reminded him, "Since you know that the dead will not be paid, why don't you hurry up and revive the dead?"

But he said: "If you die, you will die. What does it have to do with me?"

"Dead..." I glanced at Jiang Wuque next to me, and then replied, "If you die, you will pay the other. I think you have to wait until the day you die and become a ghost, and then find the two of them." Collect it together."

"What?" Hearing what I said, the hunchback was startled, and suddenly raised his head. He seemed to be less stooped, stared at me, then went to stare at the man in the iron mask for a while, then turned around suddenly, and shouted: "Peach Blossom—Peach Blossom—no Well—dead man!"

At this moment, I had exhausted all my energy and turned around to ask Jiang Wuque to sit, but he just stood there.

Next, I wanted to feed him some wound medicine, but he just kept the medicine in his mouth, neither chewed nor swallowed, and he didn't think the taste of the herbal medicine was bitter and astringent in his mouth.

"Jiang Wuque, sit down!" I pushed him hard, but I fell onto him.

I raised my head to look at him, and finally saw the sight behind the iron mask. Actually, I didn't want to see it. It could only remind me of the bleakness, depth, and long-lasting sluggishness.

Jiang Wuque's pair of pupils are not particularly confusing. If they lose the forbearable brilliance in them, the peaceful brown color, with traces of lines, are all clearly visible... I'm used to seeing some things, like him staring blankly for a long time in the prison cell. Looking at the roof, I am used to all his collapsed and crazy vents, and his hopeless indifference after venting... But at this moment, he is wearing a white iron mask, which is as empty as a shell, which makes me unbearable, and I don't know what to do Where to find this intolerance.

He is still alive, he should have thoughts and feelings, but no matter what I do, I still can't make him see me in front of him—or, he can actually see, the real Jiang Wuque, Suspended above the man in the iron mask, or hiding in the darkest corner of the man in the iron mask, watching everything with cold eyes-I would rather believe that he has feelings, rather than a real man with the slightest bit of emotion and thought. No puppet.

In the end, I used the old method, turned Jiang Wuque's head to feed him the medicine, and the lips touched the lips. The taste in his mouth was bitter, I knew it was medicinal herbs...salty, I knew it was blood, sir Some things were added, and some things were added. Those sweet breaths that would be felt even if he coughed up blood were no longer found... What was left was the decay of countless deaths, which could not be called...disgusting.

I turned back, with the icy coldness of the remaining iron still on my face, when I suddenly heard someone shout from outside the tent: "The dead are alive again, it's amazing!"

The hall master lifted the curtain and came in, his lips turned blue.

"What's wrong with him?" The Hall Master asked when he came in, as if he had forgotten that he was poisoned, and never asked me for an antidote.

I glanced at the man in the iron mask and replied coldly, "He doesn't move or obey, I can't cure him."

"It's not that he's disobedient." The palace master walked up to the iron-masked man, "Iron-masked," he ordered, "look for the person in front of you, from now on he will tell you to eat and sleep, whatever you want."

"Yes." The man in the iron mask replied.

"What if I told him to die?" I asked.

The hall master looked at me sideways, "You can try it."

……

In the grassland under the Kunlun Mountains, in March, the grass has gained momentum.

The owner of the inn is called Hua, and Tao Hua’s tent is set up outside Zanghai Village, on the edge of the pasture.Therefore, when the curtain was lifted, the first thing I saw was the strong and tall horses of the Taohua family. The horses were raised in one place, and behind them was a vast green pasture that stretched straight to the sky.

It was night, the sky was dark, and the stars were bright.

The hunchback who had delivered meals to Jiang Wuque and me earlier spread the word outside the tent, saying that the hall master rode a horse and immediately put four jars of wine on the horse.The hunchback asked me to go and have a look, to make sure that the man didn't fall to his death, didn't get drunk to death, and didn't pass out, so that his family would not be able to catch half of the peach blossoms after busying around.

I listened to his words and walked out of the tent. Jiang Wuque was left in the tent by me. Medicine was applied to the wound, what should be eaten, and what should be bandaged was wrapped up. I told him to close his eyes to sleep, and he closed his eyes as if ordered. , but I don't know if I really fell asleep.

The hunchback led me and led me a horse, "You can do it!" The hunchback encouraged me who was riding a horse for the first time.

"Where do I go to find him?" I was not confident, "Besides, I don't know the way, what should I do if I lose myself?"

"You have to find him, and you have to find him." The halo in the hunchback's eyes was bright, and he was extremely firm. He put the rein in my hand, leaned forward and grabbed me, and I was lifted out of thin air and sat down. immediately.

As soon as I got on the horse, I realized that I was very guilty. "I'm most afraid of dealing with animals." I said, "It's fine if I get thrown off by it. If it takes me away, how can I stop it?"

The hunchback slightly raised his head under the horse, smiled, and said: "Your friend, something was wrong when he went out. If he really died, what should we do as small businessmen?"

"Small--"

He interrupted me, "You just sit on the horse. I will say something nice to the horse for you. It will take you where you need to go after listening to my words."

So the hunchback really stepped forward, grabbed the horse's ears and talked for a long time. I thought it must be nonsense. He suddenly yelled again, and his figure flashed behind the horse. He slapped the horse's buttocks, and the horse neighed in shock. , I was so frightened that I almost fell over. I just closed my eyes and hugged the horse's neck vigorously, and the horse rushed forward and ran out.

The grass is very soft, bent and blown by the wind, the wind is very strong, and the sky above the head is blown away without any clouds, leaving only the sky full of stars... This is how I feel when I sit on the horse.

The meadow under the starry sky is endlessly dark, and the hunchback did not lie to me. I finally saw that person, a black shadow from a distance, but when I got closer, I saw a jar of wine on the left and right beside him, an jar at his feet, and a hand. I still hold an altar...

The master of the hall sat on the grass with his legs bent, in the vast grassland, he was alone at the moment... It was dark and I couldn't see the outline clearly, but I could tell every detail of his body, the red pattern mask was more like a ghost face, and the long hair was covered with The red rope was tied up, and was blown loose by the wind. His head was lowered, his body was slightly arched, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep drunk.

The horse changed to a stroll, I pulled the reins and dismounted, "Seal the horse's acupuncture points." The dozing man suddenly said.

The wind blew loudly, and I was stunned. He kept lowering his head, making me think that he was really ignorant.

After being stunned, she replied to him: "I'm not a tough guy, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

So the palace master raised his head, his eyes were blurred due to drunkenness, behind the mask, in the messy hair, it was surprisingly bright again... "My horse ran away," he said, his voice seemed to be nothingness in the wilderness , "If this horse runs again, it won't come back."

He didn't threaten, he just explained in a low voice that was so clear that I couldn't refuse.I turned back to the horse, stretched out two fingers, waited for a moment, then turned my head, "I won't." I said back to him.

The wind in the prairie was loud and soft at times, but it was a bit cold after all. The hall master stood up with only his single clothes staggering. The wine jar on his body was already empty. As soon as he moved, he rolled onto the grass, a few drops The rest of the wine flowed into the soil.

A total of five steps away, but walking in a vain manner, he is like this, I suddenly have a thought in my mind:

Right now... Maybe I can kill him.