Wait a minute, heroine

New firewood was added to the brazier, and soon a bright yellow flame ignited, illuminating the courtyard where many bottles and jars were placed.

The courtyard is filled with this medicinal fragrance, and dried medicinal herbs, bacon, sausages and other ingredients are hung under the eaves on three sides.

The bird, which had been flying as a wingman in the sky for a long time, fell down at this time, squatting on the window sill and looking at the big salted fish in front of it. It seemed that he wanted to help taste the drying condition, but because of the outsiders' house, he could not Too easy to swallow.

In the yard, several benches were placed around the fire pit, and several people were sitting around.

When Ye Jingtang came in, he took a change of clothes from the horseback, but at this time he was only wearing a pair of trousers, with the trouser legs rolled up. There were many bruises and bruises on his arms and legs, because the scene was inappropriate and his complexion was Leng Jun acted as if nothing had happened and it didn't hurt at all.

Opposite him, the fair-skinned and elegant-looking Jiang Zahu had several bloody wounds on his chest and calves, as well as bruises on his arms and fists. The old wizard's apprentice was treating his injuries.

As a contemporary boxing champion, outsiders had to pretend not to feel the pain before. For this reason, Jiang Zahu also looked restrained and neither happy nor angry.

Fan Qinghe sat in front of the Night Terror Hall, applying wound medicine to the bruises on his arms and legs. When he saw the two military commanders acting as if nothing was wrong, he was really speechless.

After all, no matter how skilled a martial artist is, training is about tolerating pain, not making the limbs numb and incapable of feeling pain.

During the fight, Wu Kui was so focused that he could even break his arm without frowning. But once the battle was over and it was time to recuperate, Wu Kui was no different from an ordinary person injured. It still hurts.

Jiang Zahu's White Ape penetrated the arms, which was extremely painful when hit. The two arms were as if they were made of fine steel. Ye Jingtang was beaten more than twenty times. It is really difficult not to show his teeth and gasp.

The Lei Gong Baji of Ye Jing Tang also used violent punches to counter violence. Both sides were hit by Jiang Zahu, and his hands were obviously swollen. He must have been very smart if he didn't shake into chicken claws. He didn't violently shake his hands when he returned home later. "Oh oh oh oh~" she yelled a few times and wrote her name upside down.

However, men have to pretend when they go out, and Fan Qinghe naturally won't expose it. He just applies medicine gently to prevent the night terrors from being exposed.

The old wizard Han Ting, whose mood had gradually calmed down, was sitting on a wicker chair facing away from the main room. An apprentice was holding his shoulders and back behind him, muttering softly:

"...The three generations of King Tianlang were all enlightened saints. Our Qianchi tribe could have relied on force to seize the fertile land in the Huxi plain, but the patriarch chose to sit down and talk with the four major tribes at that time. Even though he was powerful in controlling the West Sea, there was still no Taking away a piece of living land from the four major tribes; without the alliance of the five tribes and all tribes working together to defend against foreign enemies, how could the tribes in the West Sea compete with the Northern and Southern Dynasties...

"It's a pity that all the tribes in Xihai have forgotten their roots. When their lives are a little more comfortable, they have forgotten the pain of running on hair and drinking blood. I don't know how hard-won stability is..."

Ye Jingtang listened quietly with his hands on his knees, and found that the old wizard hated the tribes of Xihai as much as he hated Beiliang for genocide, so he couldn't help but ask:

"Wasn't the Northwest Royal Court monolithic back then?"

Fan Qinghe rubbed his shoulders and said: "How can hundreds of tribes really have one mind? When the royal court is strong, it's fine, everyone can benefit, and there won't be any big troubles; but once the situation goes bad, those individuals The tribes began to look for their own escape routes, and liaisons with the Northern and Southern Dynasties were not uncommon. Sometimes military orders were already on the desks of the generals of the Northern and Southern Dynasties before they were sent to the border troops..."

The old wizard Han Ting sighed and said: "In the battle to destroy the country, my king was in a desperate situation. He summoned eight thousand elite cavalry and twenty thousand infantry to resist the Northern Liang army at the bank of Tianlang Lake. Our Qinchi tribe started with two thousand people. They can conquer the entire Western Sea tribes, but nearly 30,000 people can't stop Beiliang?

"As a result, all the ministries were thinking, 'The world of the Qianchi tribe will be destroyed, not ours.' It took 30,000 soldiers and horses for half a month to gather more than 10,000. Seeing the Beiliang army approaching the border, they ran away again. Half. It's better now. Without the protection of the royal court, they can't even eat."

Han Ting said this and looked towards the Night Terror Hall with his crutch:

"At that time, the army collapsed without a fight. My king was overtaken in the prairie fire. More than a thousand soldiers and horses alone blocked the thousands of troops in the Northern Liang Dynasty. Seeing that there was no way to save the day, he asked the three emperor uncles to lead more than a hundred tribesmen to break out. The infant son Also among them.

"As a result, on the way to escape from Heishiguan, they were overtaken by Beiliang's rangers. The team was scattered during the melee. The Third Emperor's Uncle fought hard and was hit by several arrows. He carried the young master and drove away towards Heishiguan, and then disappeared. Whereabouts. At that time, all the rangers went to chase the carriage. I also heard these things from the tribesmen who luckily escaped."

Ye Jingtang nodded slightly. Although he could imagine the tragedy of that year, he had no impression of it. He could only say:

"I can only remember this when I was two or three years old. I really don't remember these things..."

"It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not. After the young master was born, he soaked his body with medicinal liquid to adapt to the medicinal properties of Tianlang Pearl. I prepared the medicine, and I was the only one in the world who knew how to prepare it. Because of the war at that time, I didn't have time to do this. I was the same age as the young master. There are no babies that have taken medicinal baths. I know this best. If you can use Tianlang Beads, you must be the lost young master back then."

When Han Ting said this, he looked curiously at the Night Terror Hall:

"But I'm curious, where did the Young Master's Tianlang Pearl come from?"

Ye Jingtang thought for a moment and said, "It's just a coincidence. In the past, I met a local snake named Cheng Shilu in Tiefuling in Yunzhou. He used Tianlang beads as a hidden weapon to plot against me, and then my skills skyrocketed... It was also from there at that time that I got Got the news that Gang Leader Jiang may be hiding the Golden Scale Picture."

Jiang Zahu had been listening, but when he got here, he opened his mouth and said:

"Cheng Shilu's father was originally the commander of the imperial army in Yanjing. He stole the Tianlang Pearl and the Golden Scale Diagram that he snatched from the Qianchi Department. I received the favor of my father-in-law and secretly investigated these. I found this by chance. Man, got the golden scale diagram.”

Han Ting used to be the national counselor of the Northwest Royal Court, and he knew the secrets of the past very well. He then said:

"The Golden Scale Picture was taken by the Great Yan Dynasty before the Jiazi period. The old Sirius King went to Yun'an City to snatch it away single-handedly. Unfortunately, as soon as he sent it back, he was kidnapped by Beiliang and made into a wedding dress. For this, he lost the alliance of the five races. Token, alas~ I can only say that luck is like this, and time is also destiny..."

After Ye Jingtang listened for a while, he gradually understood the various causes and consequences from his birth to the present. He thought for a while and said:

"Although I don't remember what happened when I was a baby, and I have never met my parents, the Qinchi tribe sent me to a safe place at the cost of annihilating my clan. I will remember this great kindness and will repay it in the future. As for restoration, Northwest Royal Court..."

When Han Ting heard this, he waved his hand: "The last words of King Tianlang when he sent the young master away were to let the young master be an ordinary person, marry a wife and have children, and live an ordinary life without thinking about revenge or restoring the royal court.

"Before our Qinchi tribe came, the Northern and Southern Dynasties regarded the tribes of the Western Sea as a mob; but after our Qianchi tribe left, no one knew that the tribes of the Western Sea were capable of conquering and fighting, and that the Manchus were all tigers and wolves.

"Our Qinchi tribe is just a group of inconspicuous and unknown people in a remote place. It is enough to be able to do this. It is common for dynasties to break up and rejoin. Why bother to bury the glory of our ancestors and a group of ungrateful white-eyed wolves? Save the lives of your descendants."

When Fan Qinghe heard this, he naturally disagreed and sat up straighter:

"Not all the tribes in the West Sea are white-eyed wolves. There were many tribes that supported the royal court until the last moment. Now these tribes are in dire straits. As a member of the royal family, Ye Jingtang, how can he stay out of it..."

Ye Jingtang felt that this topic was a bit far-fetched, so he raised his hand slightly and said:

"We'll talk about this later. I came here this time to find the antidote to the Dragon Prison Miasma. I didn't know that the 'Dragon Prison Miasma' that appeared in the capital a few days ago was created by Mr. Han."

Han Ting is the national master of the Northwest Royal Court, but he is not a Taoist priest, but a prophet, Zhu Zong, and high priest inherited from the ancient tribe. The person who researched the Tianlang Pearl more than a hundred years ago was his master.

Hearing Ye Jingtang's inquiry, Han Ting shook his head and said:

"I have been living in seclusion here for these years. I never go out to avoid being chased by Beiliang. I leave it to Zahu to deal with anything. I know how to practice Dragon Miasma, but I have never been worthy of this thing."

Fan Qinghe said doubtfully: "I heard from King Gouchen that Prisoner Dragon Miasma requires the use of 'Rotten Bone Crow', and a caravan sent a batch here in the past few months... Could it be that there are still others in this world?" Others will refine the prisoner dragon miasma?"

Han Tingting hesitated for a moment and then said:

"In those days, the pharmacists accompanying the army were separated during the war, and it was possible that they flowed into other tribes. However, the rhizomes of the Snow Lake Flower were used to make the medicine, and several plants had to be dug up to make one medicine. At that time, only one medicine was prepared. Wang Ting This medicine was classified as a forbidden substance, and no one has refined it anymore. The person who can prepare it now must have an amazing background, let alone medical knowledge. At least he can directly write to the Northern Liang court to get permission, otherwise no one would dare to have a prescription. Refining.”

When Fan Qinghe heard this, he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked - as soon as the Snow Lake Flower Jiazi blooms, it means that it needs to grow for at least sixty years before it can be used as a medicine. It is still wild and cannot be planted. For this reason, in both the Northern and Southern Dynasties, It is a national treasure, reserved for emperors, and the two sides can even go to war because of it.

Nowadays, Tianlang Lake is controlled by Beiliang. The Beiliang monarch directly posted an army to guard it. If they don't do anything, they will look after the Snow Lake flowers. It is said that every few leaves that fall must be recorded in a book and sent to Yanjing for storage. Digging the rhizomes of Snow Lake Flower to make medicine is tantamount to killing a goose to retrieve the eggs. It is really not something that ordinary people can do without the permission of the Beiliang court.

"No wonder it has been lost. So, the Beiliang court was behind the issue of imprisoning dragon miasma... Then could Mr. Han solve the problem of imprisoning dragon miasma?"

Han Ting said: "Today's prescriptions may not be the same as those a hundred years ago. You have to see the patient before you can prescribe the right medicine. You should not be afraid of the Dragon Miasma, but are there people around you who have been poisoned?"

Ye Jingtang nodded and said: "A friend was accidentally injured by the Prisoner Dragon Miasma. He is rushing here now. I'm afraid he will have to trouble Mr. Han in a few days."

"Oh, if it can be saved, these are trivial matters that are not worth mentioning..."

After Han Ting chatted for a few words, he thought for a while and said:

"If you found this place after finding clues from Sima Yue, you still have to be careful. In the Battle of the prairie fire, Sima Yue was my king's general, but he got separated from my king when he was in a desperate situation, and then he passed by someone Martial arts broke out of the siege.

"I may feel a little tired of standing and talking, but Sima Yue, as the Great Sima of the Northwest Royal Court, the apprentice trained and raised by the old Tianlang King, and my king's brother, should not leave my king's side in a desperate situation, let alone You shouldn’t break out alone…”

Fan Qinghe knew about this. When Sima Yue escaped from the battlefield covered in blood, he heard that King Tianlang was buried in the Liaoyuan. He ran back like crazy and tried to risk his life. In the end, it was Old Zhu Zong and the others who forcibly held him back. Sima Yue also continued to hold him back after that. Feeling guilty about this.

Sima Yue did make a mistake, but at that time the army was besieged and all the major departments had no reinforcements. Even if Sima Yue was afraid of death and broke out alone, he would still be better than those of them who had not gone to the battlefield. It was really hard for them to blame them.

Ye Jingtang was not familiar with the tribes in Xihai, so everyone was wary. When they heard what Han Ting said, they took it to heart.

Han Ting talked for a while. Seeing that it was getting too late and the two of them were trying to endure the pain without moving, they probably wouldn't feel comfortable either, so he opened his mouth and said:

"It's too late. Young Master needs to rest in his humble residence for the night. Otherwise, things could easily go wrong if he has just experienced a war and traveled a long distance. Zahu, please make arrangements for the two distinguished guests..."

Han Ting said this, looked at Fan Qinghe again, and asked:

"The Qinchi tribe and the Dongming tribe have been intermarrying for generations. Miss Qinghe and the young master... No, they seem to be a generation apart. It's a pity..."

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Fan Qinghe felt that the old wizard had stayed up too late and was a little confused because of his age, so he didn't respond. He helped Ye Jingtang get up and was guided into a vacant farmyard not far away.

After Jiang Zahu sent his father-in-law back to the house, he returned to his home. When he passed the fence, he turned his head and looked at it, and said:

"Last time I said in the capital, as long as you dare to come to the door, I will give you a penny if you win the Golden Scale Map with both hands. Your weapon is half as good as mine. Although the victory is not determined until the end of the battle, I still keep my word. promise.

"After your friend has detoxified, you should leave immediately and never mention this place again. In the future, whether you want to restore the Northwest Royal Court or become a powerful official in the Wei Dynasty, don't disturb your father-in-law to live in his old age. Before you leave, I will be alone." Will give it to you."

Ye Jingtang turned around and said:

"I am only here to seek medical treatment. I have never meant to let Mr. Han be used by me. If you don't tell me, I will not bother you again. If you are willing to show the golden scale diagram, the court will keep its promise and let you learn jade. Bone map, you can come to the capital to borrow it at any time, and I can guarantee that you can come and go freely, but this is the only time, and it will be the same in the future."

Seeing this, Jiang Zahu said nothing and entered the yard diagonally opposite.

Ye Jingtang's expression was calm. After watching Jiang Zahu leave, he turned around and entered the house in the courtyard. As soon as he closed the door, he raised his hand and rubbed it on his arm, frowning:

"This through-arm fist is really domineering, much harder than Liu Qiansheng's..."

"Pfft~"

Fan Qinghe took the medicine bottle and saw Ye Jingtang, who was so cold and resolute just now, turning around and starting to frown and take a breath, he couldn't help but sneered:

"I thought you weren't in pain."

"If you get hit by a boxing master and it hurts, you won't be a god anymore."

Ye Jingtang sat down at the table. Seeing Fan Qinghe preparing to give him medicine, he raised his hand slightly and said:

"For skin injuries, I can do it myself. You go to sleep first, I will keep watch. After all, this place is unfamiliar. Gang leader Jiang came from across the way and killed him in the blink of an eye. I guess he won't dare to sleep tonight..."

Fan Qinghe confirmed the identity and origin of Ye Jingtang from the old wizard. In fact, he wanted to sit down and talk to Ye Jingtang in the tone of an elder.

But Ye Jingtang had acquired too much information in a short period of time, and it was obvious that it had not been smoothed out yet. It would not be good to talk too much. She thought about it and did not say much. She sat down cross-legged on the bed and just reviewed Xiang Cai's record:

"Jiang Zahu's reputation is well-deserved. You can be beaten with bare hands. You can't bite with a light knife, but you can completely suppress it with a big gun. This martial arts can be ranked above Xuanyuan Chao. If you practice the marksmanship again, the witch will definitely be beaten while hanging." .”

Having fought against each other in person, Ye Jingtang naturally understands Jiang Zahu’s background:

"He is now moving in the direction of being 'universal with all weapons'. He can use any weapon to the level of marksmanship, but he is still a little short of a true master of all weapons, so his marksmanship seems to be quite satisfactory. But the real Xuanji is different. , has almost entered a situation where there are no tricks to win. She may not be able to beat me in the ring with fists, kicks or swords and guns, but in actual combat, she can use a hundred ways to deal with me, including Jiang Zahu. the same."

"Really? I don't see how powerful the demon girl is... By the way, the horse spear used by Jiang Zhahu is the imperial weapon of the Northwest Royal Court, 'Zhusei', which means chasing the sun. According to legend, the ancestor of the Qinchi tribe is I chased the sun all the way to the horizon, and then settled there..."

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The small words disappeared and reappeared in the farmyard, and the lights in front of the windows were not extinguished all night long.

On the hilltop a few miles away, Xue Baijin was waiting for boredom, so he sat cross-legged and practiced the Ziwu Jue on a stone.

Luo Ning held up the telescope and stared at the brightly lit windows between the basins, her expression getting colder and colder.

The top of the mountain is far away from the basin. Even with a telescope, you can only see the bright spots in the small courtyard and cannot see the movement inside the window at all.

However, with Luo Ning's rich 'actual combat experience', she has already imagined the scene inside:

After the bloody battle, the little thief was covered in wounds. After returning to the house, the beautiful woman first helped Ye Jingtang lie down and applied medicine, and then took off her clothes after feeling them.

The little thief pouted shamelessly, but the woman didn't dare to make any move for fear of being discovered, so she could only grit her teeth and endure the humiliation. Then she pushed the watermelon and fed it herself...

Maybe he will be carried around...

Luo Ning said it had been months since she had been intimate. Even though she thought she was not interested in that kind of thing, her body was still very honest. Her cheeks were a little hot, and her heart was sour. It felt weird...

After staring for an unknown amount of time, the moon in the sky had moved to the other side of the sky without knowing it, and the east began to glow white.

Luo Ning was thinking wildly, thinking about countless positions in her mind, and gradually her eyelids began to twitch and she felt a little sleepy.

And just when she was half asleep and questioning the little thief, Xue Baijin next to her suddenly moved her eyelashes and looked towards the plain outside the mountain.

Luo Ning suddenly woke up, straightened her clothes a little, and raised her binoculars to look outside. She saw a yellow line formed by raised dust at the end of the wasteland, speeding towards Duolan Valley before dawn...

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