He was born in the yellow sand of the northwest.
He could have been like his father and brother, wearing armor, fighting on the battlefield, and becoming a hero protecting the area.
But his body was naturally weak and he would fall seriously ill at any time.
His mother was very worried about this and always held him in her arms and spoke gentle words to him.
He couldn't understand what his mother was saying, he just knew that her mouth was open.
One night when he woke up from hunger, he saw his mother snuggling in his father's arms and talking about his illness.
His brother would carry him on his back to look at the desert outside the city wall, and he would wrap himself tightly to prevent the wind from blowing on him.
At that time, he didn't know why his body was not as healthy as his peers.
He just didn't want to worry his parents, so he tried hard to pretend to be normal.
But he collapsed before he had even finished pretending for an hour.
He only stayed in the northwest for six years before his father sent him to the capital for treatment.
Unfortunately, even the best doctors in the capital were helpless against his illness.
I took the medicine and had the injection.
In the end, it was of no use, and he was still coughing like he was dying.
After staying in the capital for three years, he went to the southwest again. According to his maternal grandfather, there was a hidden miracle doctor in the mountains of the southwest.
At that time, he no longer had any hope and just thought that he could live one day at a time.
Life and death are determined by fate, but his fate is entirely determined by his birth.
If his parents had no power, his grave would probably be covered with grass.
The hermit doctor is over eighty years old and looks like an immortal.
The first time he saw him, he felt that his illness was curable.
Sure enough, after drinking the medicine he gave me for three years, my cough stopped and my coldness was cured.
I still can't use my limbs.
This miracle doctor lived in the mountains, and when he came, he was carried up the mountain by his guards.
Later, the miracle doctor said that he didn't like having too many people around him, so he drove all his guards away.
So he didn't go down the mountain for three years, and the total number of steps he walked probably didn't exceed 10,000.
In the next seven years, the miracle doctor said that he no longer needed to take medicine, he just needed to eat well, sleep well and be in a good mood every day.
He didn't believe it at first, but after two years of following the recipe given by the miracle doctor, he saw miraculous effects.
My legs don’t feel sore after climbing more than ten flights of stairs, but I still breathe heavily.
In the fifth year, another poor man came to the mountain looking for medical treatment just like him.
But this person is even more pitiful than him. He actually coughs up blood.
When he was a child, even if he coughed all night, he would not cough up blood, but his face would turn pale.
After living with him in the mountains for five years, the poor man died.
In fact, the miracle doctor had a way to save him, but he came too late.
Those five years were also a renewal of his life.
After that man died, he inherited his killer organization - Wenshui Pavilion.
The death of one person always brings about the birth of another.
This new person was him, and his illness was completely cured.
But in the first year he still needed to drink some medicine to maintain his health.
He bid farewell to the miracle doctor and rode back to the capital at full speed under the escort of Wenshui Pavilion.
He had received a letter saying that his father had evacuated from the northwest a year ago and was personally appointed as the General of National Defense by the emperor.
As a result, the place he had been away from for ten years left him with the deaths of more than a thousand people.
Many years later, the time he spent as a child in the northwest would always appear in his dreams.
He really wanted to go back to that time, even if he had to lie in bed all the time and couldn't play with wooden swords and ride wooden horses with other kids.
But everyone around him was there at that time.
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