"Lin Yi, his medicinal powder looks better than your medicinal materials." Qi Zhuji looked calmly.

The elixir bottle taken out by Li Daoyuan was a sterling silver bottle, but the powder spilled out was slightly yellow.

The effect of the medicine powder was amazing. Just a light layer was sprinkled on the three of them and the bleeding stopped immediately.

"This is a spiritual medicine that only the generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty have with white mao muscles."

Lin Yi smelled a sweet and greasy smell and his heart suddenly moved, "This is Li Daoyuan's home?"

Qi Zhuji whispered: "His father was a military officer in the Central Direct Army, and he was also a border army in his early years. Moreover, his father's teacher was Fu Fusheng, the doctor of Youguanglu, so he was able to call his brothers and brothers with Xie Suichun."

In the sixth year of Tianjian, there were originally a total of 53 new students from the South Heavenly Court. On the first day, two of them were beaten and Chen Pingluo was beheaded again, and there were exactly 50.

There were only dozens of guerrilla cavalry on the downhill road of Nantianyuan, but there were at least hundreds of horses on the saddle.

Except for that deputy general, the other generals did not get on the horse.

"This is the speed of changing horses to rush on the road."

When Lin Yi saw this posture, he felt a little sympathetic to the three classmates who were injured in his back, knowing that he was destined to suffer.

Sure enough, after they got on the horse, the deputy general was the leader, and the other cavalry dispersed, wrapped them and the rest of the horses and quickly rode their horses and started running wildly.

These military horses have been trained for a long time and can maintain their formation without any deliberate drive and move forward at almost full speed.

The white mao skin powder is already one of the best wound medicines on the battlefield, but after all, the new creation cannot withstand such bumps. The three of them lie on the horse and soon bleeding from their backs.

However, these soldiers ignored it and did not stop to rest. They waited until night, and almost disappeared. The deputy general in front stopped camping with orders.

...

At night, the Nantian Courtyard was silent and the lights were all gone.

Not only all the students, it seems that even all the teaching staff have left the hospital.

However, for some reason, the troops at the foot of the Minggu Mountain gathered more and more.

The former general who was responsible for attracting the sixth year of Tianjian who had a scar on his left face was just one of the more generals he gathered.

Under the gentle moonlight, a unique metal trembling sound rang out on the mountain road like someone stepping on the snow.

The sound was not loud, but the military horses that appeared with this sound were particularly tall. The riders on the saddle emitted a cold bronze luster, just like casting metal.

Although many generals were ordered, they did not know why they led their troops to besiege the Nantianyuan. It was not until these star-cast heavy armored cavalry appeared that these generals finally confirmed that something they could not imagine today would happen.

In addition to the strongest heavy armored cavalry that followed the emperor's battles south and north, there were many carriages scattered by the forests and field roads outside the Minggu Mountain.

The insides of these carriages are quiet, but under the moonlight, the air outside these carriages occasionally produces an indescribable twist.

These are the traces that a powerful practitioner will produce between heaven and earth when he or she is thinking.

However, even though these powerful armies gathered and many powerful practitioners gathered, there was only one person who actually went up the mountain and entered the hospital.

The man stepped on the moonlight and went up the halfway mountain of Minggu Mountain, and arrived before the wasteland.

When he passed through the decaying bamboo fence of the deserted garden, the knee-deep weeds on both sides of the stone path fell like running water and fell to the stone house in the center of the deserted garden.

This man was originally tall and thin, with weeds lying on the ground, so he looked even taller.

But when the moonlight fell on his face, it reflected many deep wrinkles on his face, showing his aging.

He was the old man from Qitian Academy that day.

There is also an old man in the stone house at the end of the stone road.

However, the old man was wearing luxurious brocade clothes and his long silver hair was like silver forgings. Compared with him, he looked much younger.

The silver-haired old man in the stone house raised his head gracefully. He saw the tall and thin old man on the stone road clearly, without any surprise, but just smiled with satisfaction, "Chen Yue, you are finally here."

The tall and thin old man walked quietly to the stone house before nodding as a gift.

"The strongest Chen Yue among the Three Saints in the South is about to end his life and he is about to die." said the silver-haired old man in the stone house.

He had said this sentence once, but this time he said it, his tone was particularly emotional.

The tall and thin old man who he called Chen Yue raised his head and said lightly: "A person will die in the end."

"But after you die, the world will be very different." The old man with silver hair also said lightly, "As long as you are still alive, Linghuang is nothing, but after you die, there will be no one standing beside Xiao Yan among the Three Saints of the South, and the Northern Wei Dynasty will no longer need to worry too much."

"One person cannot decide the whole world." Chen Yue said quietly.

"If even people like us cannot decide the whole world, what's the point of practicing cultivation?" The old man with silver hair laughed and mocked her face, "Why do you have to come here to meet me before you die?"

"He Xiuxing, I think differently from you. I came here just because I felt that letting you die with me would be less trouble." Chen Yue shook his head.

"So the vow made will not count from now on?" The silver-haired old man He Xiuxing looked at him, and his eyes gradually became colder.

"After I die, the promise will naturally no longer exist." Chen Yue nodded, "Before I die, all troubles should be solved."

"I have thought about the possibility of meeting again countless times, but the most likely thing is that before you die, when you receive the letter from your bet with me, I am sure you will die and you will come." He Xiuxing looked at Chen Yue with a expressionless face, "But do you know that since I know your intention, why do I still pass my skills to the boy?"

"Because you don't admit defeat," Chen Yue said lightly, "You always want to beat me once, and this is your biggest weakness."

"You are wrong." He Xiuxing smiled and shook his head, "I taught that boy just because I'm sure that boy is not the same type of person as you."

Chen Yue frowned slightly.

He Xiuxing looked at him with even more smugness and said, "You think that boy looks like when you were young, but I'm sure that boy looks more like me."

Chen Yue was silent for a moment, then said, "Those are all very distant things. Even if you are as powerful as you, you can't change the world. Those young people... who knows what possibilities are there for them?"

"You said it right, but even if I lose to you too many times in my life, it does not mean that the world after you are gone. Some of the arrangements I made will lose to you again. There will be a big difference in this world with you and without you."

He Xiuxing slowly looked up and looked at the starry sky. His tone was filled with indescribable confidence, "At least the entire Northern Wei Dynasty will walk as I imagined."

When his voice disappeared, the weeds outside the stone house began to burn.

Burning comes from heat generated by violent friction.
Chapter completed!