Chapter 170

Jizhigla was breathing rapidly, the air in his lungs exchanging with the icy cold current, but his body did not feel the cold.

There were only seven or eight soldiers around him, and he left them far behind.

He had only one thought in mind, which was to cross the Moshen River at the border, leave the northern border, and run away! Run farther!

As long as you are alive, there is hope.

But as soon as he turned around, he could see the ghostly figure behind him, following him closely and chasing him relentlessly.

When they surrounded Zhongyi City, Qu Dubian and Xu Jin escaped from the encirclement, and they also ran desperately.

Now the offense and defense have changed.

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The other side.

Zuo Xian Wang is not that difficult to capture.

After all, he was not the king of the Northern Frontier, and almost no one would be willing to sacrifice their lives to protect him at the last moment.

Zuo Xian Wang was betrayed by his own people. Several of his men tripped him up and offered him up as a sacrifice in order to save his life.

"You son of a bitch! You coward!"

King Zuoxian started cursing.

Xia Fuyang felt very sorry, and pressed the spear in his hand against the side of Zuo Xian Wang's neck, "They have saved your life temporarily, otherwise I would really like to chop off your head."

King Zuo Xian shivered at the cold tip of the spear.

"In that case, you and Jirigela will be captured and brought back to the Great Zhou to offer sacrifices to our ancestors!"

During the New Year and other festivals, we would present two heads of the King of Northern Frontier to make our ancestors happy.

Xia Fuyang raised his hand, "Tie him up."

Zuo Xian Wang and others were tied up tightly and tied behind horses. Xia Fuyang instructed his deputy to take them back to the grassland camp, while he rode his horse in the direction of Qu Dubian's pursuit.

"Second brother, your team, follow me! Now that we are done here, let's go find our General Qu."

"yes!"

"This time I caught the target first. He wasn't as fast as me."

Xia Fuyang was ready to show off in front of Qu Dubian, so he excitedly chased after him.

But he caught up with Ye Lianyang and the others, and didn't see Qu Dubian, so he couldn't help but ask: "Where are Xiao Qi and the others?"

Ye Lianyang: "This area is full of pikas and rabbits. Jizhigla obviously knew that the bastard had led us here in many twists and turns. The horse couldn't run away, so the boss got off the horse and chased him."

He was so tired that he was still panting. "We want to follow, but we can't keep up with the speed."

You cannot run horses in areas of the grassland where there are many nests made by pikas or rabbits, as it is easy for the horse to stumble and fall.

Xia Fuyang: "Where did you go?"

Ye Lianyang pointed to the north: "Over there, the Moshen River."

-

In front of the Moshen River.

Jizhigla looked back again, and the nightmare-like shadow was still following him closely. He was furious and couldn't help but break down:

"Are you sick?"

The Great Zhou had already won. Wouldn't it be better to go back and sleep in such a cold weather? He promised that he would never come back after escaping!

Qu Duanbian blinked hard, and his blurry and dark vision gradually became clearer. He replied, "Yes, I am sick."

The complications of stimulating the sphenoid sinus and blocking the sense of smell became more and more serious, but his sense of smell still stubbornly retained the last bit - even though he could smell almost nothing.

Because the simulator couldn't stand his long-term self-harming behavior, he thought that it might not be that his body was so healthy, but that the simulator was secretly teaching him a lesson.

Light and faint thoughts passed through my mind, without leaving any trace.

Even though it snowed tonight, we could still see the moon, which is a rare sight.

Thick ice had formed on the edge of the Moshen River, with only broken ice still flowing in the middle. The moonlight and snowflakes fell tenderly in the dark river.

It's almost dawn.

Qu Dubian drew out the long knife from his waist and threw it hard at Jizhigla's back!

Jizhigla felt the hairs on his back stand up and he rolled on the ground. The long knife flew past his neck and stabbed straight into the frozen river!

He covered the wound on the side of his neck, breathing heavily, and a fierce look gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Don't push me too hard! There's only you and me here! At worst I can kill you and run away!"

Qu Watanabe: "Come and fight!"

He flew over, Jizhigla roared, holding two daggers in both hands, and fought with Qu Dubian in close combat.

Qu Dubian dodged the dagger and leaned back suddenly by the river, his body almost parallel to the ice surface. He grasped his knife with his backhand and pulled it out of the ice. The cold ice blade chopped directly at Jizhigla's hands.

sonorous!

The sharp blades collided, and Jizhigla was shocked and retreated several steps.

Qu Dubian stood in front of Moshen River and said, "Bind yourself here, and I won't kill you."

Jizhigla knew clearly that not killing now did not mean not killing in the future.

"Let me go, and I'll believe you."

Qu Watanabe: "Then there is nothing to discuss..."

The meridians suddenly began to spasm, and the internal energy surged rapidly in just a few seconds.

He frowned, and the hand holding the knife tightened a little bit, and the veins on the back of his hand were visible.

Jizhigla keenly noticed that something was wrong with him, but there was no time to think about it. He quickly seized the opportunity and ran to the side.

Qu Dubian suddenly turned his head, his eyes gloomy.

He concentrated all his surging internal energy into the blade, "I said, you can't leave!"

boom--!

The internal force surged out of the body and collided with Jizhigla's internal energy, the air made an explosion sound, and Jizhigla's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen some horrible monster, with fear in his eyes.

He flew backwards for dozens of meters and slammed heavily into a thick old tree on the bank of the Moshen River.

His internal organs were hit hard and countless bones in his body were broken. He lay on the ground vomiting blood and struggled for a long time, but was unable to get up.

"Your...your inner strength..."

Jizhigla choked and coughed a few times. "It suddenly increased several times. You... cough cough, your strength is far more than this..."

Just looking at the feeling I just had, it would be impossible to achieve this level without decades of accumulation.

Add to that the new version of gunpowder, the divine arm crossbow, and the three-bow bed crossbow. "God has doomed my northern border. God has doomed my northern border. Why did the Great Zhou produce a monster like you, a monster..."

Qu Dubian came over with a knife in hand and an expressionless face, and tied Jizhigela tightly.

After making sure that the person couldn't run away, he supported himself on the tree trunk, bent over and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Qu Duanbian had become a blur. He covered his mouth and coughed. The blood he coughed out turned bright red, seeping out from between his cold and pale fingers, dripping onto the ground.

Jizhigla: "You also suffered internal injuries!"

He suddenly realized that the outburst that almost crippled him just now was not a hidden strength, but some unknown forbidden martial arts technique.

This was his first reaction, but soon he caught a glimpse of the circle of small white flowers growing around the roots of the tree;

The little white flower is turning dark purple after being stained with the first mouthful of black blood spit out by Qu Duanbian.

Jizhigla’s pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes full of disbelief, this... ?

Qu Duanbian didn't notice his abnormality. He took a breath, stuck the knife into the ground, slid down with his back to the tree trunk, and leaned back.

After the severe pain of the spasm period has passed, the final relaxation period begins.

In the alternating stages, the pain disappeared little by little, the physical relaxation was accompanied by the mental soothing, and sleepiness and darkness slowly engulfed his body.

His eyes were half open, looking at the waning moon and flying snow.

The ice on the Moshen River was crystal clear, the tree branches turned white, and the withered and yellow grassland was gradually dyed pure white.

He stretched out his hand. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints, but the remaining blood eroded the cleanliness. He made a light shake in the direction of the moon.

If I die like this, can I go back a hundred or a thousand years later?

No more blood on your hands, no more stepping into the strange swamp.

If there were no memories of past lives, no simulator, and only a lonely child in poor health, growing up amidst conspiracies and calculations.

He has a mother, an elder sister, grandparents, relatives and friends.

Having avoided his brother's power grab, his carefree youth was disrupted by the sudden changes in the northern border and an imperial decree of marriage.

My elder sister married far away.

Step by step, he became the General of the Northern Expedition and conquered the northern border.

He became famous, held military power, and was more accomplished than his master, making the villains wary of him.

He drank the slow-acting poison sent from the capital, and killed his way through the northern border. He did not die on the battlefield where swords and guns were merciless, but died in the treacherous quagmire.

This is very suitable for writing a storybook.

Not to mention the two tears that can be earned from the listeners, you can definitely earn a curse or two against the evil people.

Unfortunately, this is not a storybook, and he will not die.

Qu Dubian endured the diastole period, and the meridians through which the true Qi flowed began to break. Without the protection of the internal breath, the cold air permeated his body, his blood flow slowed down, and his thoughts became erratic and slow.

He felt that the random thoughts that floated uncontrollably into his mind only lasted a few seconds, but in fact, it had been a while.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s cold, but the coldness seeps into my body and the pain is gone.

Jizhigla heard his breathing getting weaker and weaker, and couldn't help but said, "Hey!"

"Are you dead??"

What does it mean to tie him up and then die yourself?

"Hey!! Pay attention to me!"

Jizhigla was originally tied up in a weird and twisted posture, with many bones broken. At this moment, he had to struggle a few times and tried his best to sit up. He finally saw the face of the Seventh Prince of the Great Zhou, whom he hated.

The young general in red clothes and silver armor leaned against a tree, one hand on his lower abdomen, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes drooped and were stained with a thin layer of frost.

It was like I fell asleep and had a sweet dream.

Jizhigla: "If you want to freeze to death here, don't drag me with you, do you hear me?!"

He shouted for a long time, his throat split, but he didn't wake anyone up. He became desperate in his grief and anger.

Because his own injuries were also very serious, if he didn't get treatment, he would really become an ice sculpture tomorrow.

Just at this moment.

"Xiao Qi!"

"Xiao Qi——"

Xia Fuyang rushed over when he heard the sound of internal force exploding, but he didn't see anyone there at first glance.

There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

Jizhigla was like seeing a god, and his flagging spirit suddenly lifted up: "Here!!"

Xia Fuyang locked onto the location instantly and rushed over quickly. He saw Qu Dubian at a glance. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked over quickly, unable to help but saying, "Even if you are tired, you can't just keep silent. I'll look for you..."

When he saw Qu Watanabe's condition, his voice and smile stopped abruptly.

Then his brain buzzed.

"Xiao Qi!"

He squatted down quickly, grabbed Qu Dubian's pulse with one hand, and used the other hand to tremble and feel his breath.

Only when he felt a subtle warmth from his fingertips did Xia Fuyang dare to check his pulse, but he didn't expect his hand to be gently grasped by someone.

Qu Dubian opened his eyes slightly, and the trace of consciousness that he had maintained in the vortex of sleep slowly dissipated when Xia Fuyang came.

In his sight, Xia Fuyang's face was really blurry. His mouth opened and closed, and he was saying something anxiously. Qu Dubian only felt a buzzing in his ears and wanted to close his mouth manually.

He thought so and did so. He leaned forward and covered Xia Fuyang's mouth with one hand.

His hands were so cold that Xia Fuyang seemed to be frozen as well.

After a few seconds, Qu Duanbian put down his hand and put his chin on Xia Fuyang's shoulder, "...I'm tired from the beating. Let me take a nap."

After saying this, he became completely quiet and fell into a coma.

Xia Fuyang took a deep breath: "...I'll take you back to the camp."

He took off his cloak, draped it over Qu Duanbian, and then carried him on his back.

When he walked in front of Jirigela, Xia Fuyang's voice turned cold: "It was you who hurt him so much!"

Jizhigla: “????”

Xia Fuyang kicked him several meters away.

Jizhigla's eyes went dark, and a feeling of anger and depression blocked his chest, and he fainted.

Pulling Jizhigla would affect the speed of advancement, so Xia Fuyang didn't even look at the unconscious King of Northern Frontier, and left quickly with him on his back.

Not long after, he met up with Ye Lianyang and others.

Ye Lianyang's smile didn't even have time to bloom. When he saw their one-piece outfit, his expression immediately turned cold and he ran over: "Boss!!"

"What's wrong, Boss?"

Xia Fuyang: "I'm seriously injured. I'm going back to the camp."

"The King of Northern Frontier is in the back, he is unconscious, have someone bring him back as well."

-

The army doctor in the camp was helpless against the commander's condition.

Xia Fuyang ordered his troops to set out and return to the city overnight.

Because they did not announce their return in advance, the soldiers guarding Zhongyi City initially thought they had seen it wrong.

He rubbed his eyes and found that it was indeed his two generals who had returned. He shouted excitedly: "General Xia and His Highness are back in the city! Open the city gates!!"

They also found Zuo Xian Wang locked in a prisoner cage and Jizhigla who was unconscious.

This represents the complete victory of the Northern Expedition.

Even though it was late at night, the news spread quickly throughout the city, and there were waves of lively cheers.

But very quickly.

Then news came from the main tent that His Highness had pursued the enemy, fought with Jirigela, captured the King of Northern Frontier, and was then seriously injured and unconscious.

The fire of excitement in the entire city, which had not yet been fully ignited, was extinguished in the blink of an eye by a basin of ice-cold water.

-

Inside the tent.

Qu Duanbian's armor was completely removed, his inner shirt was half-undone, and his body was covered with silver needles.

There were no new wounds on the boy's body, and the rest of the deep and shallow scars were left over from previous battles. Chen Heng was lying on his body.

He didn't like looking at the scars on his body, so when the weather was hot, he would wear a long gown to cover them up. But now, they were completely exposed.

Xia Fuyang, Ye Lianyang and others gathered in the tent, nervous and waiting for the military doctor's diagnosis.

The military doctor's fingers touched the veins of his limbs inch by inch. The more he touched, the tighter the knot between his brows became. In the end, he couldn't bear to continue.

The meridians of the young general...

Xia Fuyang: "Doctor, how is it?"

The military doctor withdrew his hand and sighed: "His breath is weak, but his life is safe."

Xia Fuyang felt a little relieved.

"However, the meridians through which the true Qi flows are severed, the internal strength is dissipated, and the muscles and bones are damaged. Not only will you no longer be able to fight, but you will even feel a tingling sensation in your legs if you stand for a long time." The military doctor added.

With every word he spoke, the tent became quieter.

By the time he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the tent had become deathly quiet.

The breath that Xia Fuyang didn't have time to breathe out was frozen inside his body.

“…I don’t believe it.”

He looked at the boy lying quietly on the bed and repeated, "I don't believe it."

Ye Lianyang said anxiously: "Yes, the boss just went out to chase the King of Northern Frontier! He is so good at martial arts, how could he become like this? "

Military doctor: "Even if the king of heaven came, His Highness would still be in this condition. General, when you carried His Highness all the way here, you should have transferred your own Qi to him. Can't you feel that he can no longer absorb it?"

Xia Fuyang's breath was choked.

He had been protecting this man all the way back from the grassland camp, fearing that he would catch a cold. He had lost some of his inner energy but received no response, and thought that the inner energy in his meridians had been exhausted during the fight with Jizhigla.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong along the way, but he didn't dare to think too much about it.

Xia Fuyang took half a step back.

The huge sense of absurdity engulfed him bit by bit.

This is not right.

That's totally wrong.

It shouldn't be like this.

He didn't know what expression was on his face at the moment, as if his mind and body were completely divided into two parts.

He heard himself asking, "Why is this happening? Is it a serious injury?"

The military doctor hesitated for a few seconds and said, "No other abnormalities were found. The meridians should have been impacted. This is the limit of my medical skills. Perhaps if a better doctor comes, your Highness's injuries can still be saved."

Xia Fuyang nodded.

"knew."

He looked at Ye Lianyang calmly: "Keep an eye on him."

Ye Lianyang: "General, where are you going?"

Xia Fuyang: "The best doctor in the entire northern Xinjiang and border areas is Yang Chonghua."

Yang Chonghua refused to leave the mountain, but he wanted to bring people back.

The military doctor stamped his feet anxiously: "But Doctor Yang won't come out, and the Marquis is still there...!"

Xia Fuyang was very fast and disappeared in the flying snow in a flash.

The military doctor stood outside the tent, his heart aching again.

-

One day later.

The cursing old lady Yang Chonghua was carried into Zhongyi City.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Jin, who was half cured, and Yi Twelve entered the city together.

Amid the pleading gazes of the crowd, Yang Chonghua rolled up his sleeves angrily, glanced at Xia Fuyang, whose eyes were red, and then looked at the unconscious boy on the bed, "...because you two have completely put an end to the war."

She began to give the acupuncture.

The needle used by Yang Chonghua was not a silver needle, but a kind of needle that looked like gold and bone. She seemed to have a foundation of internal strength. Her movements were smooth and the tail of the needle vibrated after each movement.

After a moment, she murmured, "It is true that the Qi meridians are broken. The blocked Qi has spread to the bones and meridians needed for walking. If it is not handled properly, it will affect walking. When walking, the leg bones feel like needles."

"The reason for the breakage is that the internal energy suddenly surged, and the meridians lost their toughness, which led to this."

But generally speaking, people who practice martial arts for many years have good meridian resilience, so if they suddenly expand, they will not suddenly break.

She cut open the meridian on Qu Watanabe's wrist and took a blood test.

No signs of poisoning were found.

Yang Chonghua shared his analysis, and then added: "Of course, it is possible that his meridians are naturally lacking in toughness, and when he fights with others and is defeated in adversity, it is easy for him to explode and break his meridians."

"It could also be that he fought too many battles in the past year or so, and consumed too much energy. The last opponent he fought was too powerful, and the dark energy permeated his body, which destroyed him."

"With long-term treatment, he may be able to be like a normal person, but if it lasts longer..." Yang Chonghua shook his head, "There's nothing I can do."

After hearing this, Xu Jin couldn't help but pull Yi Twelve out.

They went to the next tent.

Xu Jin lowered his voice and asked, "Didn't you say that Xiaoguai is actually fine? How come Dr. Yang's medical skills can't tell whether it's true or not?"

Yi Twelve told him that the capital city was now a boiling pot of oil for Xiaoguai. If he returned to the capital in glory, he would be attacked by countless arrows. It would be better for him to pretend to be injured and hide for a while, so as to get through the most chaotic time smoothly.

Let’s talk about it after uncle comes back safely.

No one knows better than Xu Jin what it feels like to be more successful than his boss.

After listening to what Yi Twelve said, he was silent for a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"Xiaoguai must have noticed something, so he made arrangements in advance."

B Twelve nodded: "There was something strange during the march and battle. I am investigating."

Xu Jin: "What are you checking? Can't you tell me?"

Yi Twelve said: "His Highness said that you can't worry now, he will take care of everything, you just need to wait for your body to be cured and reunite with Madam Wu."

"Stay away from the capital. This matter has not been clarified yet. His Highness also said that he was worried about your health, so he informed you in advance, but we don't know how deep the water is behind this matter. Don't involve others. The fewer people who know, the better."

Xu Jin had only been informed by Yi Twelve half a day in advance when Xia Fuyang rushed over and carried Yang Chonghua away.

Because he was mentally prepared, Xu Jin was able to remain calm.

But when I really see him, I still get anxious: "Did he say when he would wake up?"

He had to wait until the person woke up and asked in person to confirm before he could finally let go of his worries.

Yi Twelve shook his head: "It shouldn't be too late."

-

Qu Watanabe did not sleep for too long.

The simulation of breaking bones and tendons has reached the end, and the only thing left to do is submit the paper for the third stage.

According to Qu Watanabe's previous settings, the simulator kept his physical condition at the point where his meridians were severed, and all real values ​​were reset to zero, so he was not feeling any pain at the moment.

After removing the negative influence, his consciousness regained consciousness from a deep coma.

Qu Watanabe looked at the time on the simulator in his mind and found that he had probably slept for a day and a half.

It should be morning now.

According to the original plan, he instructed Liuliu to tell grandpa in advance to avoid causing grandpa to be upset.

Before he fell into coma, he told Xia Fuyang that he was the one who hit him too hard.

After the poison has completely taken effect, it is undetectable, so they should now attribute his injuries to the fight with Jizhigla.

Jizhigla is the perfect scapegoat at this stage.

In this way, he could return to Beijing safely and hide in the dark to see who was behind the scenes.

Wait until the truth is found out, and then make a decision based on the situation at that time.

He went over his plan carefully in his mind, making sure there was nothing missing, then slowly opened his eyes.

Xia Fuyang had been guarding by the bed, and he immediately noticed any movement from the person on the bed.

"Xiao Qi!"

"Are you awake? Doctor Yang——"

His voice was excited. He ran outside and shouted loudly, then ran back and held Qu Dubian's hand, "Xiao Qi, where does it hurt? Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

The young man on the bed opened his eyes blankly.

Qu Watanabe looked at the time on the simulator in his mind again. It was indeed morning, daytime.

He could also hear the sound of Xia Fuyang running in and out, right next to him.

Qu Dubian blinked, but everything in front of him was still dark.

"……?"

[What's wrong with me?]

Simulator: [The restoration of the true qi of the Mian Shou Jue has been lost, the sphenoid sinus is damaged, the sense of smell is lost, and blindness is caused. This symptom reaches the threshold for inclusion in the 'sphenoid sinus injury' category of diseases. Do you want to simulate it?]

Qu Watanabe: “…”

Depend on.

Why come at this time instead of earlier?

He asked why the needle couldn't hurt him, it was just that little bit short. It turned out to be the effect of his true energy, and he had received so many needles in vain.

Even if we start the simulation now, according to the simulator's minimum time requirement, it will take at least a day to finish.

He only told Liu Liu that his martial arts skills would be pretended to be useless, but he didn’t say that his eyes would go blind! !