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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 67"

weight="152234"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

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There are countless poisonous insects, snakes and ants.

His Changqing is the proudest cloud eagle in the sky, the most beautiful morning mist in the mountains and forests, and the most stubborn lone pine on the cliff. It's his treasure, the one he is cautious and vowed to hold on the cusp of his heart forever.

Such a person, could it be that they were just buried in a blanket of straw? How can you bear it? How to be willing!

"Can't find it?" Helian Rongchuan looked faintly at the undulating grave mound in front of him:

"Then dig and find, one by one, one by one!"

The words that popped out of the teeth made the tomb thief dumbfounded. His eyes widened, and he looked at Helian Rongchuan in disbelief:

"My lord, aren't you kidding? There are at least a hundred graves here, all of which are dug up? Not to mention the laborious effort, it will damage the Yin—"

The tomb thief didn't finish his words, he raised his head to meet Helian Rongchuan's eyes, and suddenly swallowed the words "damage to yin, virtue and life" that had slipped to his mouth.

"It's not him, just fill in the tomb as it is. If there is a grudge against the ghost, you can let him come to me."

Helian Rongchuan turned around and left a sentence coldly, without saying more. He only walked to the head of the nearest grave, leaned over with a knife as a shovel, and dug into the mound without hesitation.

The tomb thief was stunned. He never expected the tall and handsome man in front of him to be so reluctant. In his opinion, although the faces of the people in the coffin are very good-looking, he is said to be a young and promising general with an unparalleled status, but everyone is dead. Where can they be buried? In the end, they will rot in the soil, so why bother?

When he only dared to mutter these words in his heart, for fear that he would be stabbed by Helian Rongchuan if he said one more word. He couldn't escape, he sighed silently, and had to dig the grave on the sidelines.

In the silent snow cemetery, for a while, only the barking of wild dogs and the sound of digging the graves were heard. The two dug one, filled one, one was silent, and the other dared not speak, so they worked hard all night. The soil of the tomb was so hard that it was not fast to dig. Whenever the soil on the top was dug out, Helian Rongchuan dropped his tools and used his ten fingers to dig down the soil little by little, for fear of hurting the soil. Down the corpse with the straw mat. Soon, his hands were dripping with blood.

The morning light of winter came in from the sparse branches in the distance. One night later, the sweat of the tomb thief was frozen into ice ball. He panted and lay down in the soft snow, unable to dig anymore. NS.

My mother! The tomb thief sighed, feeling that the tomb he dug this evening was more than the tomb he had dug in the previous ten years combined. He never wants to do this business anymore!

The tomb thief sighed for a while, and suddenly realized that the man not far away who had dug the tomb like a demon all night suddenly stopped moving.

Is it—?

The tomb thief suddenly turned over and saw Helian Rongchuan kneeling upright in front of an excavated grave, looking straight at the figure wrapped in a roll of straw mat in the pit. opened mouth, but couldn't say anything.

The tomb thief glanced at the straw mat, and suddenly understood everything in his heart. But for some reason, he didn't feel relieved after a night of fatigue and setbacks, but suddenly gave birth to a feeling of sorrow and shame that he had never felt before.

"grown ups?"

Helian Rongchuan hadn't heard of it for a long while before suddenly twitching the corners of his mouth, and a bleak smile burst out with a hoarse voice: "It's him, isn't it?"

The tomb thief did not dare to say yes, nor did he dare to say no. Before hesitating, Helian Rongchuan had plunged his bloody, muddy, and red hands into the clean snow on the side, as if he didn’t know the cold. Carefully scrubbed his hands with snow like pain, then jumped into the dirt pit, staring at the figure hidden by the straw mat without blinking, his eyes gentle and affectionate.

"Changqing, it's too cold here, I will take you home."

Sure enough, no response was received. Helian Rongchuan took a deep breath, tried to restrain the trembling of his fingers, and gently lifted the straw mat.

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Long dreams paid off four

Under the straw mat revealed an extremely beautiful, frost-covered face, which is the face that has appeared countless times in the dream of Helian Rongchuan. In the soft winter morning light, Yan Changqing looked like he was asleep, and his long eyelashes cast a small circle of fan-shaped shadows on his eyelids, seemingly still trembling slightly with the morning breeze.

But his face was so pale and cold, and the fluttering snow fell on his forehead and ears, and there was no sign of melting. There were also several layers of white silk yarn wrapped around the neck, which covered the fatal wound.

Helian Rongchuan wiped his hands again with some helplessness, leaned down, and hugged Yan Changqing in his arms very carefully as if he were treating a thin and fragile porcelain doll.

"Ningcheng's matter is not your fault. You wake up soon and I will take you home, okay?"

In the silent cemetery, only the north wind whistled, but there was no response from the voice. Helian Rongchuan bit his fist and tried to restrain it, but the big tears still fell drop by drop on Yan Changqing's cold cheeks, which instantly condensed into ice.

His body is so cold, how long has he suffered under the ground?

Helian Rongchuan's mind suddenly brightened. He raised his head and stared at Yan Changqing for a long while without blinking, and suddenly said to the tomb robber on the side:

"From the burial to the present, how many days are there in total?"

The tomb thief was shaking his head and sighing, but he didn't react at all: "What are the days?"

"I ask you how many days have passed since he was buried and buried now!"

"Ten, eleven or twelve days?" The tomb thief looked inexplicable and said in a panic: "It was buried here at the end of last month. Within two days of the burial, the country of Yan will be in chaos."

"Eleventh and twelve..."

Helian Rongchuan lightly caressed Yan Changqing's face and fingers suddenly, and a strange light suddenly appeared in the originally sad and gray eyes:

"Have you seen someone buried under the ground for more than ten days, like him?"

The tomb thief was taken aback, and boldly glanced at the figure in Helian Rongchuan's arms, and suddenly understood what he meant.

He has seen many dead people digging their graves, but like the one in front of him, he has been bored in the coffin and the soil for so long, but he hasn't stiffened his whole body and showed signs of violence. He really hasn't seen it. If it weren't for the ups and downs of the chest without breathing, at first glance, this one really looks like a sleeping beauty made of ice and jade.

But why this is so, the tomb thief figured it out and guessed it. He once heard from the ancestors in the tomb-robbing industry that there is a kind of Pill of Corruption in the world, with the dead in his mouth, which can be immortal for thousands of years. No matter how long he has been dead, he looks like he has fallen asleep. However, this kind of Pill of Corruption is extremely rare and precious, and ordinary kings, grandsons and nobles can't use it at all. Only the tomb of the emperor can occasionally see it.

Thinking of the tomb thief, he couldn't help but sigh. The General Yan in front of him, he had witnessed his burial a dozen days ago, and the battle was truly grand and unprecedented. When the emperor was distraught with grief, he himself was buried in the coffin for him, his mind seemed to be unclear. It is not uncommon for such a person who is valued by the emperor to contain a Pill of Corruption.

"Why don't you speak!" Helian Rongchuan's tone was flustered and anxious, as if anxiously waiting for an affirmative answer: "Do you think he is asleep? Doesn't he seem to be dead!!"

"This..." The tomb thief looked at Helian Rongchuan's expression, and said in his heart that he still couldn't tell the truth at this time, so that the man was so distraught that he would go crazy and chop himself. So he turned his eyes and bowed with surprise, pretending to be amazed: "Like! Really like! This adult has an extraordinary face, and he looks like a rich man at first glance. Maybe he can drink a few pairs of hanging medicines, and he can really turn around!"

Helian Rongchuan heard this, and the light in his eyes suddenly became brighter. He lowered his head and gently rubbed Yan Changqing's face. Big tears dripped on the bloody mouth of his fingertips, but his mouth was smiling:

"Yes, you must not die, you must be waiting for me to save you, right? I will not let you down." After he said, he blew a whistle, and the black horse not far away rushed towards him. Helian Rongchuan cautiously carried Yan Changqing on his back, and fixed it firmly with a soft belt around his waist. As soon as he raised his whip, the horse carried the two people, with four hoofs and one hoof, flying towards the eastern sunrise. Place.

Four days later. Dongyun.

The exquisite gardens on the outskirts of the capital are busy. Dozens of temporary small stoves have been set up from the back kitchen to the entrance corridor. The most precious medicinal materials in Dongyun can be found without money. Pour all of them into the purple sand medicine pot on each stove, simmering. The white smoke with medicinal aroma filled the entire backyard, and the servants were sweating profusely, holding the soup medicine needle and other things non-sticky in and out of the thick white smoke.

Since Helian Rongchuan came back holding the lifeless man yesterday, they have been busy all day and night.

"Get out of here!!!"

An angry roar, accompanied by the sound of porcelain cracking, resounded once again in the backyard. The roaring became more hoarse and desperate. The medical officers of the hospital waiting at the door shrank their necks like a conditioned reflex. You look at me and I look at you. They all touched their beards and sighed helplessly.

"Master Wei, your relationship with His Highness is the best. I think you should persuade you again?" A middle-aged medical officer finally couldn't help but said.

"Yeah, it's not a problem to just consume us here. Who can have the ability to reach the sky and heal the dead?"

"Hurry up and be quiet, the one inside, can't hear the word ‘dead’ right now—"

As soon as the voice fell, there was another violent shout in the house:

"Why still can't swallow, or can't swallow...What are you talking about? Dead?! Nonsense! Obviously your medicine is wrong, or there is a problem with the prescription! Try again, so many prescriptions, there will always be efficacious , It will work, you must not be lazy, try again!"

A little slave was scolded and ran out of the room crying.

The medical officers shivered again.

"Hey, that person is dead, no matter how good the medicinal material is, no matter how wonderful the prescription is, it is useless to run into a dead person, Master Wei, you should persuade your Highness to be sorry and let us go."

Wei Jin, dressed in a white and blue shirt, squatted in front of the medicine stove and was silent for a while, and finally stood up.

"Okay, I'll go."

Wei Jin pushed open the door, and oncoming came a bitter fragrance of medicine that was stronger than that in the yard. The ground is full of broken tiles, chaotic prescriptions, and flowing concoction. Beside the bed hidden by the curtains, a tall man is sitting on the ground dejectedly, his head wrapped in his hands. Hearing the sound of someone coming in, he slowly raised his head.

"Wei Jin? Are you here again? Did you think of a new recipe again?" Helian Rongchuan's hoarse voice showed a bit of joy.

Wei Jin trembled in her heart, staring sadly at the tall man with blood red eyes, black eye circles, and stubble chin.

"His Royal Highness, have you not slept for a few days?" If it continues like this, it will definitely collapse.

"What if I haven't slept for a few days?"

Helian Rongchuan twitched his mouth and smiled, looking down at the person on the bed with his eyes closed and his face as pale as ice and snow. Obviously this room is in a mess, but the bed is neat and tidy. Yan Changqing’s long black hair is neatly combed and meticulously combed. The brocade quilt on his body makes everything look like he sleeps beside Helian Rongchuan on weekdays. The way it looks.

Helian Rongchuan leaned down and carefully tucked Ye Yan Changqing's quilt:

"It's just that Changqing has slept for so many days, and he doesn't know when he will wake up."

Wei Jin also followed Helian Rongchuan's gaze. Finally he lowered his heart and said dumbly:

"His Royal Highness, why are you trying to lie to yourself?"

"Cheat?" Helian Rongchuan paused: "What do you mean by this?"

"What's the meaning?"

Wei Jin said: "You have read a lot of books, and you have a lot of experience, so how can you not know the Pill of Corruption? General Yan, he is obviously... just dead, but with the Pill of Corruption, it is not like a normal corpse. You He knows better than anyone in his heart, why lie to himself!"

"You bullshit!"

Helian Rongchuan suddenly became irritable: "There is no such thing in the world! Changqing is not dead, he has been waiting for me to save him! You are the most talented medical officer in the hospital, you must have Is there a way? Please don't hide, think of a way to save him!"

After Helian Rongchuan roared, he suddenly realized something, and rushed over and grabbed Wei Jin's arm, and said anxiously: "You, do you want money? I will give you all my property, all the farm shops, Zhuangzi. My emperor brother is the best to me, I'll beg him, let him make you a prince! Just ask you to tell me how to save him, okay?"

good or not?

Jinshan Yinshan, princes and nobles?

Wei Jin looked at Helian Rongchuan for a long time, and the two lines of tears finally shed.

He should have understood it long ago, and shouldn't be wishful thinking.

Wei Jin laughed mockingly. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly:

"His Royal Highness, do you still remember my master, Yun does not return?"

Helian Rongchuan suddenly raised his head and looked at him blankly.

"Dream Immortal Tan". Wei Jin nodded and smiled sadly: "My Master Yun is not in his hands, and there are the last few uncontaminated Dream Immortal Tan in the world. It's just that the method of Dream Immortal Tan's resurrection is going against the sky, and it is extremely dangerous, even if it is. My master has never succeeded either."

"If you are not afraid, I will accompany you to gamble."

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Long dreams paid off five

The sky will be bright, and the white snow-capped mountains stand majestic under the boundless sky. On the steep mountain road covered by clouds and fog, two figures are struggling forward.

There are tens of thousands of steep and narrow stone steps, and each step is covered with hard and smooth ice. If you don't pay attention, you will fall off, and the consequences will be disastrous. Wrapped in a thick cloak, Wei Jin cautiously climbed up the stone steps, leaning on a cane. Every time he walked more than a dozen steps, he looked back with no qualms.

Not far behind him, Helian Rongchuan climbed up step by step with Yan Changqing wrapped tightly on his back. His handsome, dark eyebrows were completely saturated with sweat, and his eyelashes were covered with ice. As he climbed up, the stone steps became steeper and slippery, and the air became thinner. Helian Rongchuan's steps became more unstable. In order to prevent accidentally falling, he even simply kneeled and climbed the stone ladder with his knees.

Under the heavy pressure, he never stopped.

Finally, climb the last stone ladder.

On the top of the vast snow-capped mountains, deep in the misty clouds, a black stone gate loomed. A boy in a white robe ran out, and when he saw Wei Jin, he was slightly taken aback and shouted:

"Junior Brother Wei! Didn't you say that you want to help the world and vowed not to go up the mountain again? How dare you come back?"

Wei Jin's face changed slightly, and her tone was earnest: "I have something important to see Master. So"

"So what do you mean when you come back with an inexplicable person?" The boy in white snorted coldly: "Master has never driven you out of the teacher's door. You want to go in. I can't stop you, but this person..." The boy coldly snortedA cry: "Just kneel outside!"

"This... is it so cold outside?"

"What about cold? Teacher rules, strangers have not