293 You Must Not Die

Ming Wanli searched for horse tracks along the way, but due to the drought, many places were hard, and it took a lot of effort to find any clues.

"Manager Ming, it will be dangerous if we go any further. Most of these mountains belong to us, and a small part belongs to the Mongolians. If we go a little further we will enter the Mongolian territory." Captain Li was in a dilemma.

General Hao asked them to follow Ming Wanli to find people, but that did not mean they could enter the other side's territory. If they really encountered the Mongolian army, these people would have no skills at all and would be dead.

Ming Wanli said, "Master Li, how about this? I will take my men to look for him further ahead. Our master is missing, and we can't just ignore him as a guard. Too many people won't help, so why don't you wait for us near the tunnel entrance?"

When Captain Li heard this, he thought it was a good idea. They were soldiers and if they rashly entered the border of another country, not only would they find the person, but what if they didn't find the person and something happened to the soldiers who went with him? Who would he look for then?

"Manager Ming, then it's settled. I'll take my soldiers to wait for you near the tunnel entrance. I mean the tunnel entrance on our side."

"Of course. Thank you for your hard work." Ming Wanli's voice faded. This Captain Li is playing tricks. Why do you have to wait for him when he gets there?

The soldier turned back quickly.

Er Qiang said, "This Li guy is not a good person. The eldest son and Ping An came here to save the general. They are just showing their appreciation when something happened. Didn't General Hao ask them to actively cooperate with us before he left? It would be better if General Hao was here."

Ming Wanli sighed: "The general is ill, so General Hao must be busy at the front. I see he has a frown on his face, so the war situation at the front may not be going well.

Listen, everyone. I also intend to let them go back. Having too many people is really useless. These people's kung fu is not very good, let alone Qinggong. We have to be more careful when we reach the Mongol mountain. In my heart, each of us is ten times better than them, don't you think?"

Everyone nodded, of course.

Ming Wanli divided the tasks again, some were responsible for searching the left side, some were responsible for searching the right side, some were responsible for searching for horse prints in the middle, and some were responsible for searching the cave.

The mountain was too big and the search could not be quick. When Ming Wanli saw that the sun had already set, his heart ached. He didn't know how his master was doing.

He didn't dare to think about it, let alone mention it. He could only concentrate on looking for it. He didn't bring much food, only enough for today. If he couldn't find anyone today, it would be very dangerous in this vast mountain at night. The oldest Da Zhuang was only twenty-one years old. None of Lin Feng, Er Qiang, Fang Wu and others could get into trouble.

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Ping An walked very fast alone, sometimes he walked fast for a while, sometimes he walked on the snow. When the sun set, he just reached his destination.

He found the best location and set up a very small trapping and concealment array, which was only a little over one square meter in size. Even if people came, there would be no problem of being trapped by a wall.

Here he could clearly see the rows of tents not far from the foot of the mountain, and even the curling smoke from cooking fires. Thinking of the smoke, he touched his stomach. He had grown very fast that year and was particularly prone to hunger.

At noon, my master and I each ate half a chicken, two persimmons, and drank some mountain spring water, which has now been almost consumed.

He looked around and thought, well, just starve.

There was soft dry grass under him, and he pulled some from the side to cover himself. He felt much warmer this way. He was very confident in the formation he had set up, so he simply closed his eyes and simulated every step he would take after going down the mountain.

It's okay to do it in the second half of the night, but you have to go down and check it out beforehand. He felt for the tinder in his pocket, but it didn't work. He had to look for a pine tree. The oil on the pine tree could instantly start a fire, better than any dead leaves.

The small formation plate he brought was still there, so he couldn't set up a large formation. He could only arrange multiple trapping formations. Once the fire started, people would run around in a panic. But once the formation was set, people couldn't escape in a short time. It would be up to everyone's fate then.

Half an hour later, Ping'an found two large bags of peeled pine ester oil, and picked out the best pieces for each box. He also unexpectedly found a few wild pears, which were not big but very sweet, and could fill his stomach and quench his thirst.

He was indeed lucky and everything went smoothly for him.

After entering the small formation, he lay down peacefully and ate, thinking about things. He was no longer hungry, and it was more convenient. He felt much more relaxed.

He was not afraid of him. The Snow-Walking Steps gave him the greatest confidence. After returning, he would burn more paper ingots and other things for Master Hu and his guards.

As for whether the two of them have been reincarnated, that is none of his business.

The twilight deepened little by little in his eyes until only the faint moonlight was left.

If he remembered correctly, today is already the seventeenth. The gentleman's exam will end on the tenth, and the results will be out in three days. I hope the gentleman can get a good ranking and become a Jinshi next year.

The master had changed his mind about whether he should take the imperial examination or not. It was obvious that he was willing to let him take the examination and become an official first, and then resign early to practice medicine with him, so that he could truly gain both fame and fortune.

This is not impossible.

Being a doctor also has its own sadness and helplessness. There are some people you obviously don't want to treat, but you have to because of various reasons. Even your master, the eldest son of Baicaotang, can't treat them. The fifth rank is of little use sometimes. After all, you have no real power. You can't go to the yamen to argue over a small matter.

Ping An sighed. The imperial examination was not very difficult for him. Now his memory was surprisingly good and his comprehension was also excellent. He was twelve years old now and at most he could enter the officialdom at the age of twenty.

The master wanted him to get married six years later. He curled his lips and said, "In six years he would only be eighteen years old. An eighteen-year-old groom would be fine, right?"

I wonder if my parents know about this? When did Master come up with this idea?

It is true that Awu is more suitable for him, and the master will be the best father-in-law to him in the world. As for the other members of the Sun family, as long as he is willing to coax them, he will make them happy.

He is Wan Ping'an and is no worse than others in any way.

He even has four parents.

This time when he goes back, he must go to the capital with his master. He hasn't seen his biological father for several years, and he also wants to see him. As for his stepmother, he has no emotional expectations, but if she treats him well, he is willing to treat her as an elder.

He turned over and looked at the oval moon in the sky. A gray cloud covered half of it. His mother should be asleep now, right? If she knew that her beloved son was going to the enemy's camp, she would be so scared.

He still missed them a lot.

He sighed again, thinking about every detail of the past few years, and then thinking about now. When did he, Ping An, take such a big risk for the Great Zhou?

Is his personality so selfless and noble?

The moonlight tonight was so dim that he couldn't even see the camp at the foot of the mountain.

He sat up and felt the medicine in his arms, remembering once again which pocket contained which kind.

He then touched the dagger in his boot, the small curved knife in his sleeve pocket, the fire stick, pine oil, and so on.

God bless him, he is only twelve years old, he has not yet spent his youth, he has not yet achieved marriage, he has not become an official, he has not found a famous doctor, and he has so many elders to whom he has not yet taken care of.

Death is something you absolutely cannot do.