In Guangning City

Xu Feng, who was sent to pursue the deserters, returned to the city. He chased the enemies for more than ten miles, killed four thousand enemies and captured six hundred. If it were not for the well-trained Duoyan guards who defended the rear wing to the death, the Jin soldiers who were frightened by the wolves would have been dispersed long ago.

As soon as Xu Feng entered the city, he ran straight to Liang Huiyong and Yan Sikong to report. As soon as they met, he asked anxiously, "I heard that the Wolf King was seriously injured. How serious is his injury?"

Yan Sikong's face turned pale as paper, and he said expressionlessly, "General Que is treating the Wolf King."

"Then..." Xu Feng was a little hesitant to continue.

"He sent people to Medicine Valley." Yan Sikong closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "General Xu, what's the situation outside?"

Xu Feng reported the truth.

Liang Huiyong stroked his beard and said, "We captured 600 people. Sikong, what do you think we should do with them?"

Yan Sikong pondered for a moment before slowly opening his eyes: "The main camp was attacked, the meat that was about to be eaten flew away, and 20,000 soldiers were lost. With Zhuoletai's hot temper, I'm afraid he must have gone crazy. At this time, of course, we have to add fuel to his fire."

"Kill the prisoners." Liang Huiyong said.

Yan Sikong said to Xu Feng, "Leave one of them to report back to Zhuoletai and tell him... that he will never be able to set foot in Guangning again in his lifetime, whether it was twenty-one years ago or today."

"yes."

"Wait." Yan Sikong looked down at his hands. Blood was faintly visible between his fingernails and palm lines. It was Feng Ye's blood. It seemed that the blood had seeped into his body, chilling him to the bone in the room surrounded by charcoal fire. He said softly, "Chop off their hands first."

"..."Xu Feng was stunned.

"The gold thieves have robbed countless people in the Central Plains, stealing land, property, women, and lives..." Yan Sikong's eyes were grim, "Chop off their hands for taking things without permission and send them to Zhuoletai."

Xu Feng clasped his fists and said, “Yes!”

After Xu Feng left, Liang Huiyong said solemnly: "The news that the Wolf King was injured and Feng Changyue sent troops should have reached Zhuoletai's ears. Under such urgency, he may soon attack the city, and there will be another big battle."

Victory or defeat is unpredictable.

"We have a chance to win only if we attack the city." Yan Sikong said tiredly, "But this time we were ambushed and almost ruined everything... This shows that there are traitors not only in the court, but also in Guangning City, and maybe in the army. General Liang, this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated."

"I have already sent someone to investigate."

"Could it be the spy who has been in contact with Han Zhaoxing's eldest son?"

"Impossible." Liang Huiyong shook his head. "Every move he made was under our surveillance. There must be someone else behind this."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "Investigate, search the entire army to find out."

At this time, Feng Ye's bedroom door opened and Yuan Nanyu walked out.

Yan Sikong and Liang Huiyong both stood up and looked at him in panic.

Yuan Nanyu's face was filled with fatigue and worry. He sat down in his chair and said with a hint of fear, "If the arrow...had gone an inch to the left, he would have died on the spot."

"Now...what's going on?" Yan Sikong said in a low voice.

"I have done everything I can. The bleeding has stopped, but his heart is very weak and he is still in danger. His injured organs must be healed before he can wake up."

"How to treat it? What medicine do you need?"

Yuan Nanyu glanced at Yan Sikong and said, "I'll tell you, don't be afraid."

"What can I be afraid of at this point?"

Liang Huiyong also said anxiously: "Yes, Nan Yu, just tell me quickly."

Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath and pointed to his chest: "We need to open... this place."

Yan Sikong stumbled back a step, his eyes wide open: "...What?"

Open the chest? Can that person still survive?

"I know this sounds incredible. Many of the medical skills in Medicine Valley are amazing. I've seen my master do it, but I... am not a skilled practitioner, so I don't dare to do it myself." Yuan Nanyu said solemnly, "If it's fast, Master will be here in a few days."

Liang Huiyong frowned and said, "Wolf King... can he hold on until then?"

Yuan Nanyu lowered his head. He couldn't answer this question.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists, walked towards Feng Ye's bedroom, and pushed the door open.

The house was filled with a strong smell of herbs. Just by sniffing it, it tasted bitter, so bitter that one dared not think about this devastated life.

On the ground next to the bed, there was a thick cushion on which Feng Hun was lying. There were circles of white cloth wrapped around his body, and blood was oozing out, stinging people's eyes.

It had no vital injuries, but had lost a lot of blood. It was just stabilizing now and was in a coma like its brother.

Yan Sikong walked to the bed and looked at Feng Ye who was lying motionless. His lips were pale, his cheeks were sunken, and his breath was extremely weak. He had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

This was not the first time that he had seen Feng Ye in such a sick, haggard and wolfish state. Back then, Feng Ye had been detained in the imperial prison for half a year and had suffered countless punishments. When he escaped from prison, the prince of Jingyuan, who was said to have supernatural powers and could use a one-stone spear and shoot a two-stone bow, was so weak that he could not even get on a horse.

But at that time, he at least had hope. Suffering and torture had not extinguished his will. His eyes were burning with the flame of revenge.

Now, he can't even open his eyes.

Yan Sikong leaned against the head of the bed, his mind blank. He didn't know what to think or what to do.

Before this, he had almost never thought about what would happen if Feng Ye died. Feng Ye was the strongest, most powerful, and most courageous man he had ever seen. Such a man seemed to have an immortal body and could walk in the rain of guns and arrows, not to mention that he had hundreds of thousands of troops at his side.

But Fengye is just a mortal body after all, who can transcend birth, old age, sickness and death?

Yan Sikong felt suffocated by the thought of Feng Ye dying. He and Feng Ye had been entangled in love and hate for ten years, and this person had already become a part of him. What he wanted to strip away from him was the word "love", but he knew that he could never strip away Feng Ye, because Feng Ye was deeply rooted in his bones and blood, his soul. As long as he remembered himself, he would remember Feng Ye.

Yan Sikong looked down at Feng Ye for a long time before he gently stretched out his hand and traced Feng Ye's deep facial features with his fingertips. For the first time, he knew how being able to touch a person's body temperature could make people want to pay homage to the gods and Buddhas and feel grateful.

At least I'm alive now.

The only thought in his mind was to keep Feng Ye alive.

——

Seven days later, Yaogu's carriages arrived at Guangningwei.

At this time, Feng Ye was still in a coma, while Feng Hun had woken up, but was still very weak and could only take liquid food every day.

A total of three people came to the Medicine Valley, a man wrapped in a pure white cloak, wearing a straw raincoat and a white gauze covering his face, and two boys, a boy and a girl. Both boys carried large medicine boxes on their backs.

The man had long silver hair flowing down his back, but he was tall and straight, walked steadily, and did not look old at all.

Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu went to meet him. When they saw him, they were surprised. Could it be that the head of Medicine Valley, Que Linghu, was not the octogenarian he had imagined? Although this person was mysterious, there were many rumors in the martial arts world. It was said that he was nearly a hundred years old.

Yuan Nanyu knelt down in the snow with a thud and kowtowed heavily: "Disciple greets Master."

Que Linghu walked over slowly, flicked Yuan Nanyu's face with his sleeve, and said coldly: "What have you achieved in the martial arts world?"

The voice was clearly that of a young and strong man.

"I am ashamed."

"You think you have mastered the art? But in the end you have to torture an old man like me."

"I am an incompetent disciple and an unfilial disciple." Yuan Nanyu said cautiously, seeming to be very afraid of Que Linghu.

Que Linghu snorted coldly.

Yan Sikong bowed respectfully and said, "I am honored to meet the headmaster."

Que Linghu tilted his head slightly: "You are the Yan Sikong in the legend."

"It's the younger generation."

Que Linghu looked Yan Sikong up and down silently, and then said, "Take me to see the Wolf King."

Yan Jie strode into the mansion, followed closely by two boys, not even glancing at the people around them.

Liang Huiyong and Yan Sikong looked at each other and whispered, "How mysterious! Is this the so-called hermit master?"

"Hmph." Yuan Nanyu stood up and winked at them, "You must be respectful and humble in front of my master. If you make him unhappy, there will be no good consequences."

Yan Sikong frowned: "Master Gui Geng?"

Yuan Nanyu shook his head: "No one knows, I'm afraid he's over a hundred years old."

Liang Huiyong was shocked: "What? He is an immortal?"

"He..." Yuan Nanyu said, "Saving people is the most important thing, and we can talk about other things later."

They followed him into the house.

Que Linghu was just taking off his straw raincoat and hat. He had a handsome appearance, tall and slender figure, silver hair, and the aura of a banished immortal. His face seemed to be in his forties, without any sign of old age.

Yan Sikong and Liang Huiyong were both extremely shocked, only Yuan Nanyu looked calm.

Que Linghu was looking at the wolf on the ground, and Feng Hun was also looking at him with half-closed eyes.

Yuan Nanyu hurriedly said: "Master, don't worry about it, that is the wolf king's wolf."

"You are dying. Please give me your heart to make medicine."

Yuan Nanyu said anxiously: "Master, this is not allowed."

"There are many wolf corpses in the city that can be given to Master Que." Yan Sikong said, "but this one is not acceptable."

Que Linghu ignored them and walked straight to Feng Ye's bed, sat down with his clothes spread out, and felt Feng Ye's pulse. After a while, he turned around and stared at Yuan Nanyu: "You gave him the Xuantian Pill."

Yuan Nanyu lowered his head and dared not speak.

"That's a life-saving thing." Que Linghu said coldly, "Do you know how valuable it is?"

"Disciple used it to save his life."

Que Linghu looked down at Feng Ye and said in a deep voice, "This man is warlike by nature and unruly. If he takes control of the world, I'm afraid he will resort to war. Is he really someone worthy of your following?"

Yuan Nanyu said without hesitation: "The Wolf King cares about the country and the people, otherwise he would not come to save Liaodong."

Que Linghu was silent for a moment: "His pulse is extremely weak, we can't delay any longer, Wang'er, you stay, the two of you go out."

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu helplessly, and Yuan Nanyu gave him a firm look in return: "Master will definitely be able to save him."

Yan Sikong secretly clenched his fists, looked at Feng Ye deeply, and retreated with Liang Huiyong, but they did not leave. Instead, they waited in the yard.

Liang Huiyong paced anxiously, while Yan Sikong stood still with his eyes closed, reciting prayer scriptures in his heart. He did not believe in gods and Buddhas, but now he could do nothing but recite scriptures.

Feng Ye's life was in the hands of others, and he could do nothing. Such despair and powerlessness were gnawing at his heart.

Suddenly, a guard ran into the courtyard and shouted: "General, it's bad, it's bad——"

Liang Huiyong cursed in a low voice: "What are you yelling about! Shut up!"

The guard was so frightened that he immediately fell silent, but looked at Liang Huiyong anxiously.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" Liang Huiyong whispered.

The guard knelt on one knee and whispered in the same voice: "The Jin soldiers are besieging the city!"

Yan Sikong suddenly opened his eyes.