Alian comforted Yingmei, packed up his luggage, took the daily medicine, and delivered the letter that Yan Sikong wrote to She Jun into the mountains. Then he escorted Yan Sikong to leave Zuojia Village at night.

Yan Sikong hadn't been out of the house for more than half a year. At this moment, he really had the illusion of being reborn. Everything he saw was fresh. Even the mundane life in the world had a more intimate flavor.

It took the ox cart two days to finally reach Liangshui County. Qushan Horse Farm was still a few days' journey away from Liangshui County, but riding a horse would be much faster.

Ali's appearance was conspicuous, so he did not go into the city. Yan Sikong, who had dressed up and disguised himself, took the package into the city and bought two horses. The two of them rode to Qushan.

On the way from Liangshui County to Qushan, the two of them kept hearing rumors about the horses in the horse farm being infected with an epidemic. It seemed that the situation was indeed serious. Since Dasheng was weak, the horse farm of the imperial court could not meet the demand, so they could only buy horses from the private sector. Although the private horses were privately owned by the horse farm owners, the imperial court would collect a batch of the best horses every year for the transportation of grain, goods, and postal services. If they could not deliver enough horses when the time came, they would inevitably be held accountable by the imperial court, and it would really delay important matters.

Qushan Horse Farm reminded Yan Sikong of Guangning Horse Farm. However, Liaodong horses have Khitan blood and can be used as war horses, while Bazhou horses are smaller southern horses and can only be used for transportation. However, they are indispensable for both war and transportation. His feelings for horses are mixed with the best memories of his childhood. If he really has no ability to save this horse, he will accept it, but if he does not even try, he will be very uneasy.

The two of them traveled day and night to reach Qushan County. The small county town was now filled with people from all directions, all eager to go to the horse hospital for treatment. After asking around, they learned that the owner of Qushan Horse Farm offered a reward of one thousand taels of silver to find a good prescription for treating horses.

Ali wore a hat and a black gauze on his head and a cloth bag on his back, pretending to be a camel, otherwise his tall and strong figure would be too conspicuous. Even so, Yan Sikong was still afraid that he would be too eye-catching. But after entering the city, the two of them felt relieved. Qushan County was full of strange-looking people from the martial arts world, and they just blended in with the crowd. However, for safety reasons, Yan Sikong still left him in the inn and went to the horse farm alone.

There were probably more people who claimed they could cure sick horses than sick horses themselves. The manor was completely blocked and there was no way out. All kinds of people came and it was more lively than a herd.

In desperation, the horse breeders at the stable interrogated each of them one by one, asking them some tricky questions about horse breeding. If they couldn't answer, they would be sent away immediately. Soon, more than half of them left in disappointment.

Yan Sikong answered all the questions effortlessly and was taken into the stable by the servants.

After this round of screening, less than a hundred people remained.

The size of the stables at Qushan Horse Farm was astonishing. In order to separate sick horses from healthy horses, a larger sick horse stable was temporarily built, and they were taken into the sick horse stable to look after the horses.

There were only four or five horses in the sick stable, all lying listlessly and looking like they were dying.

An old man asked the people at the horse farm: "I heard that there are thousands of dead and sick horses. Why are you only letting us see these few?"

"The dead horses have been buried, and the seriously ill ones are placed in a stable farther from here. You should first check on those that have just been infected. If you find any signs, then check on the seriously ill and dead ones." The housekeeper squinted his eyes and looked at them. "The interrogation just now was only the first step. The diagnosis of the horses is the second step. If the diagnosis you made is not even as good as that of the doctors at our stable, then you should go home as soon as possible. The reward of one thousand taels of silver is not for charlatans."

This made everyone angry. One person spat and cursed, "You look down on people."

"What did you say?" the butler pointed at him and shouted, "If you say something rude again, I'll kick you out!"

A man next to Yan Sikong whispered, "Although this old man is snobbish, what he said is not without reason. Most of these people have only raised horses, and only a few of them can really diagnose horses."

Yan Sikong saw that he was young and well-mannered, not like a rough groom, and thought that he might really have some skills, so he said politely: "It seems that you have some outstanding qualities."

The man smiled and said, "I don't deserve it. I've seen a lot of people like this, and I'm afraid there aren't many who have read books. Only you seem to have an extraordinary bearing."

"It's a reward. I just came here to try it for the reward money." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "If it fails, I won't blame you."

"Hahaha, that's right." The man cupped his hands and said, "I'm Fu Zhanqing."

"My surname is Mao, and my given name is Yuan." Yan Sikong said, "Please."

Dozens of people began to surround the sick horses to check on them.

Yan Sikong opened the horse's eyelids and mouth to take a look, then pulled out the horse's tongue and probed the horse's nostrils with his fingers. The horse's whites of the eyes were yellow, the pupils were cloudy, the nostrils were dry, and it was difficult to breathe in and out. The tongue coating was purple and the mouth smelled terrible.

Yan Sikong frowned and pressed the horse's belly from front to back with his hands.

Anyone who can pass the first level must have raised horses before, and knows how to treat common minor ailments of horses. Observing the eyes, mouth, nose and tongue is the first step to see if a horse is healthy, which is similar to diagnosing a person, so Yan Sikong's way of diagnosing horses is not special.

But Fu Zhanqing did not go to examine the horse. Instead, he looked at Yan Sikong thoughtfully from the side. Yan Sikong was concentrating on the examination and did not pay attention to him.

After examining for a while, everyone started talking at once, and soon the discussion turned into an argument, with no one willing to give in.

Only Yan Sikong was still circling around the sick horse, touching it left and pressing it right, and then went to the side to check the horse's feces.

When he picked up the dry and hard feces like stone with his hands, he finally attracted the attention of others.

Horse breeders deal with horse feces every day and are not afraid of the stench. Feces and urine are important bases for observing the horse's body. However, Yan Sikong is tall and slender. Although her appearance is ordinary, she has an extraordinary temperament. Her fingers are thin and slender, and her face is white and smooth. No matter how you look at her, she doesn't look like someone who does menial work like raising horses. As Fu Zhanqing said, she looks like a scholar.

So when Yan Sikong crushed the horse feces with his hands as if he was writing, examined it carefully, put it to his nose and sniffed it carefully, and even licked it with his tongue, everyone was stunned.

When Yan Sikong tasted the sour and salty taste, his face changed, he threw away the excrement on his hands, and buried his head in washing his hands and rinsing his mouth. Although his face was calm, his heart was already beating like a drum, thinking about how to leave this place.

Fell into a trap.

The horse had clearly been poisoned.

"Brother, what have you diagnosed?" someone asked curiously.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "I am too stupid to find out what the disease is."

Everyone laughed and said, "You have tasted horse shit for nothing."

Yan Sikong ignored him, wiped his hands, turned around and left the stable.

Fu Zhanqing caught up with him: "Brother Mao, Brother Mao." He walked to Yan Sikong's side and asked, "You really didn't diagnose anything?"

"No, I dare not embarrass myself." Yan Sikong strode forward.

Fu Zhanqing narrowed his eyes, took a few quick steps to catch up, and suddenly said softly: "Master Yan, please stay."

Yan Sikong was shocked, stopped in his tracks, and looked at Fu Zhanqing coldly.

Fu Zhanqing cupped his hands and said, "My master wants to see you."

"Who is your master?" Yan Sikong asked coldly, "You set up this trap with such fanfare just to lure me out?"

Fu Zhanqing smiled and said, "Master Taifu, just follow me and you'll know." Several men with swords had already surrounded them. Although they were wearing the clothes of horse ranch employees, it was obvious that they were not just guards.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists. The horse farm was so big that even if he could escape from these guards, it would be impossible for him to run out of the farm on his own.

Fu Zhanqing emphasized his tone: "Master Yan, please come in."

Yan Sikong was so angry and upset that he wanted to kill someone. Who was it, Feng Ye? Chen Yi? Apart from them, he couldn't think of anyone else who could be so smart to find Bazhou, and go to such great lengths just to find him.

Under the coercion of several people, Yan Sikong was taken back to the manor and walked to a house. There were guards guarding inside and outside the door.

"Master Yan, please." Fu Zhanqing stretched out his hand.

Yan Sikong stared coldly at the doorway. He straightened his waist, stepped over the threshold, and walked in calmly.

No matter who was in the house, he had no reason to retreat. He had been sentenced to death and life imprisonment, so what else did he have to fear?

But when Yan Sikong walked into the inner room and saw the person sitting at the table, his face changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost, and he was almost speechless.

"Teacher." Fu Zhanqing said respectfully, "I've brought the person here."

The man whom Fu Zhanqing called teacher had a thin and elegant face, with three sections and five eyes, and was handsome. His face was pale but not sickly. Instead, he had a cold and self-restrained temperament, and exuded a strong and dignified demeanor. He was none other than Shen Hexuan, who should have been buried on the cliff.

Yan Sikong took a breath and said, "You are still alive."

Shen Hexuan glanced at Yan Sikong calmly and said, "What a coincidence, I was just about to say this to you."

"It seems that our fate is not over yet."

"Master Yan, why don't you..." Shen Hexuan pointed at his own face and said with a double meaning, "You don't have to pretend in front of me."

Yan Sikong tore off his hair and beard, peeled off the thick layer of grease, revealing his original face, and then sat opposite Shen Hexuan.

There were four guards standing behind Shen Hexuan, and it was obvious that he had really been taught a lesson.

Shen Hexuan said to Zhan Qing: "Zhan Qing, you did a great job in identifying Master Yan from so many people."

"Thank you for the compliment, teacher."

"You go down first."

"Yes." Fu Zhanqing bowed, glanced at Yan Sikong secretly, then bent over and took off his clothes.

Yan Sikong glanced at Fu Zhanqing and said, "Now Lord Shen even has students."

"I won the top three prizes in the imperial examinations, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to teach one or two people." Shen Hexuan looked Yan Sikong up and down, and said sarcastically, "Master Yan...how are you?"

"I can't say I'm fine. I have burnt many parts of my body and suffered a lot." Yan Sikong touched his face and said self-deprecatingly, "Only this useless skin is intact. I saw Lord Shen and he seems to be really fine."

Shen Hexuan narrowed his eyes, his pupils cold, "Are you okay? I was pushed off the cliff by Master Yan, but fortunately I was saved by the wandering immortal doctor and survived, but I was in a coma for half a month, broke several bones, and lay on the bed for nearly a year." He patted his right leg, "This leg is also useless."

Yan Sikong showed no shame on his face: "So, I am really abominable. How does Lord Shen plan to retaliate against me?"

"What's the point of taking revenge on you?" Shen Hexuan smiled lightly, "You and I have no personal grudges, so there is no personal hatred. I am looking for you for great use, not to avenge myself."

"How did you find me?" Yan Sikong knew She Jun's abilities very well. Even if he didn't dare to say that he did things without leaving any clues, it was impossible for an ordinary person to figure out something based on tiny clues.

But Shen Hexuan was not an ordinary person. He was found by Shen Hexuan and lured out with a medical horse. He admitted defeat with a sincere heart.

"After I recovered from my injury, I went to see the King of Chu, who ordered me to look for you. In fact, no one knows whether you are really alive, but Feng Ye has been looking for you in secret for more than half a year without any slack. Since he is so sure, I will also assume that you are alive. If you are alive, your whereabouts must be known only to the people you trust the most, and that is She Jun and your servants." Shen Hexuan did not look proud, but he was indeed happy to have defeated Yan Sikong. "So I did two things at once. I sent people to look for She Jun and your servants at the same time. But She Jun's whereabouts were mysterious and I couldn't find him at all. I knew that She Jun and your servants had parted with you outside Huai'an, so I started looking in the towns and villages around Huai'an. It has been more than a year since the incident, and it is very difficult to find out the news. With the few clues I had, I finally found Bazhou, but it was difficult to track him down any further."

"So you thought of using the sick horse to lure me out." Yan Sikong sneered, "Lord Shen has investigated my past very well."

"Knowing yourself and your enemy, you must pay attention to every detail." Shen Hexuan also smiled coldly, "I know you will not be able to sit back and do nothing. Poisoning a few horses will catch a big fish like you, which is a huge profit."

"I admire you." Yan Sikong cupped his hands, "I admire you." It was chilling that the only person in the world who could understand him so well and was good at guessing his thoughts was actually his enemy.

"A man like Master Yan, who stirs up trouble and stirs up trouble, wouldn't really plan to retire to the countryside and die there."

"Like Lord Shen, I am recovering from my injuries." Yan Sikong stared at Shen Hexuan, "I wonder what Lord Shen wants to do with me by finding me?"

"Of course I will hand you over to the King of Chu."

"Then what? Will the King of Chu kill me, or will he use me to threaten the Wolf King again?"

"How the King of Chu wants to deal with you is up to the King of Chu to decide."

"But the King of Chu will definitely listen to your advice."

Shen Hexuan sneered and shook his head: "It's better if you don't know my suggestion, so as not to worry about it."

Although Yan Sikong couldn't imagine how Shen Hexuan would deal with him, he would definitely not let him live a good life. He didn't expect that he would die and come back to life, and fall into Chen Yu's hands again? If so, he might as well kill himself now to prevent future troubles.

Shen Hexuan seemed to see his intention: "Master Yan, please don't do anything stupid. Your servant has come with you to Qushan, right? My people will find him soon. If anything happens to you, he will be buried with you."

Yan Sikong sneered: "Would I care about the life of a servant?"

Shen Hexuan shook his head: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe there are people like you in the world. You seem selfish and heartless, but in fact you are bound by friendship all your life. Yuan Mao raised you for four years, and you spent half your life avenging him. Feng Ye has been with you for three years, and you are willing to sacrifice your life for him. Your servant is loyal to you, do you really not care about his life? With your ability, you could have soared into the sky, but you chose to put layers of shackles on yourself and never fly again. You are smart, but stupid."

Yan Sikong listened expressionlessly. Those words pierced his heart, but his heart was already numb.

"When you made me bedridden, I kept thinking about you and pondering over you. The more I thought about you, the more I felt that there was no one else in the world as complex and wonderful as you." Shen Hexuan curled his lips slightly, "I have read thousands of books, but what you taught me is far beyond what books can teach."

"I have also learned a lot from Lord Shen. You and I are both teacher and friend."

"Unfortunately, you and I are also enemies." Shen Hexuan stared at Yan Sikong, "You wanted to kill me at first, and you beat me, but unfortunately I didn't die, and now I have you in my hands, so this round, I win."

"It's not about winning or losing until the end."

Shen Hexuan said coldly: "It's a pity that this time, you really have to reach the 'end'."

Yan Sikong was silent for a while: "To be honest, I was planning to go back to Liaodong."

Shen Hexuan looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"If I am destined to never return to my roots, Lord Shen, can you protect Liaodong for me?"

Shen Hexuan said: "Liaodong is the northern gateway of our Dasheng. Every Dasheng man should defend China and resist the barbarians. I can promise you that I will do my best to protect Liaodong."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyelashes and stopped talking.

No one knows how long he will live, just like he was still thinking about risking his life for the people of Liaodong yesterday, but today, he has become a prisoner again.

Why bother thinking about the future? Live one day at a time and plan for it one day at a time. As long as Yan Sikong still has breath left, it will not be the "last".

The setting of Zhu Wang is ancient feudalism. I originally wrote a long paragraph to explain why the feudal lord must have offspring to fit the era and the character background, but I thought that I would have to pay for these words, so forget it. I know that I will be scolded for this plot, and I also know how to write the top to be perfect, affectionate and likable. I just can't convince myself to write a plot that I think is unreasonable. Novels are about finding a balance between fiction and reality. If you must use modern people's values ​​to measure ancient people, and use words such as hatred of women, homosexual wives, mistresses, and gay marriage fraud to evaluate characters and plots, I... have a lot to say, but in the end I have nothing to say.

P.S. I will never write "The hero of this story will marry a woman and have children" in the copy. It would be better to put the outline directly in the copy.