Uncle, please help the Han family

Because she was so worried that sister Gongsunyin would be electrocuted like this...

After all, no matter how you say it, she is just a little girl who hasn't even killed anyone.

"……Eh?"

I don't know what's going on, when Gongsunyin touched the stone, she was very confused, because unlike her two sisters, not only did she not feel the 'backlash' that made her palms tingle, she even rubbed it with her hands This sacred stone is like touching a rock without temperature.

"Did you really... meet?" Zhang Fei still didn't dare to get close to Gongsunyin, but stood at a distance and asked nervously.

"I touched it." Gongsunyin put both hands on the stone and showed, "I don't feel anything."

"Gongsunyin, do you usually read any books?" Liu Yu suddenly asked seriously.

"Huh? Books?" Gongsunyin explained after a pause, "I've read some, I've read all the ones at home, but they're not enough to make a book, I just read them casually."

"Then do you think you are smart?" Liu Yu continued to ask.

"I..." Gongsunyin looked at Liu Yu blankly, and gave a high-quality answer, "I don't know."

Grass, this is strange.

Although Gongsunyin didn't let the other party shine on the spot when touching the raw stone like the second and third masters, he was not rejected at all.

So, what is the measure of red mother stone?

Wisdom, strategy, or kindness in troubled times?

If it is wisdom and strategy, Gongsunyin may not be smarter than these two people.

After all, at certain moments, the random tricks of the third master really caught people's eyes.

"My lord, why don't you try it too?" Seeing that his younger sister could touch the stone with her bare hands, Gongsun Zan suddenly had a guess.

It stands to reason that the mother stone's gender requirements are very rigid.

Since Guangwu, there have been no less than a hundred female generals who can use divine martial arts, but less than ten male generals, and the upper limit of combat power is not high. No man has ever been able to become the top three military generals in the world at that time.

but……

If it is another evaluation method, the protagonist should be able to become the 'ten people'.

"Well, let me try too."

Liu Yu didn't refuse, because when Gongsunyin put his hand up and hadn't been shocked yet, he was eager to try.

So, can I get the man back?

Liu Yu held his breath and put his hand on the rough stone.

The action was quite decisive, without a trace of procrastination.

Then, two extremely subtle 'buzzing', all the people present widened their eyes and dared not speak.

Under Liu Yu's touch, the stone emitted a shallow rainbow, like a flickering lamp.

The man showed a relieved smile:

"Wuhu, take off."

Chapter 117 The Heaven Is Dead

"Mom, I'm so hot, I'm so hot..."

The five-year-old child lying on the bed stretched out a hand vigorously, and called out to Han Shi with difficulty.

Looking at Xiao'er, she couldn't bear to cover her face, allowing tears to overflow from her fingers, but she had no choice but to watch him suffer from the pain.

"There's no other way. The food at home is only enough for the three of us to survive the winter. We can't waste any more." The man beside him shook his head and said helplessly, "Give up, we can't afford to hire a doctor."

"But he is only five years old, are you just watching him die like this?" Seeing that the man was so ruthless, she vented loudly, "He is our son!"

"Then what can I do? There is only so much food in the house, and one person has to eat, what can I do!"

The man got angry, picked up a rope, walked towards the child, resisted the struggle in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Son, daddy is here to help you out."

"Don't!" Knowing what a man was going to do, Han quickly ran to the bed and threw herself on her son, preventing him from doing such a thing that is especially normal in troubled times.

Kill the son who can't heal himself, save one's rations, and survive this winter.

Such a desperate situation made the two of them miss Liu Yu.

If Liu Yu was still there, he would be able to ask him for help.

The benevolent adults will definitely help poor people like them.

However, he and his army had already returned to Jicheng and stopped patrolling Liaodong.

Although life will be easier after the beginning of spring, and the most basic food and clothing can be met by joining the army, but now it is harsh winter, with heavy snow three feet deep.

Whether it is Hu people or Han people, as long as they are poor people, there is nothing they can do about the cold winter.

In front of nature, people are more vulnerable than ants.

"Get out of the way!" A man cannot allow a man who is destined not to survive to waste an important ration.

Although, that person is his own son.

But what about this?

In this year, which family does not have a child who died of illness and starvation?

Well, the aristocratic family did not.

Their children may die of illness, but they will never die of starvation.

But people are not the same. For some people, hunger is the norm, while a full stomach is just a luxury.

Once, they also had a period of full stomach. Under the leadership of a guy named "General Tiangong", the uprising army opened the government's granary and tasted the taste of rice.

It turned out that besides the bark, they also had the option of eating rice.

"Really, can't he survive?"

With tears in her eyes, the woman looked at the man eagerly.

"..." The man couldn't answer this question, he could only close his eyes and sigh helplessly.

Can let him survive, when is it up to me?

When is it up to us?

Our lives have nothing to do with us!

"..." The woman understood what the man meant, and knew that for this family, they couldn't afford another patient, so she lowered her head and said reluctantly, "At least let him fall asleep, is that okay?"

The man didn't speak, just put down the rope in his hand, turned around, and walked out of the room.

Wait for the night to come.

Then, let the son die in his sleep as painlessly as possible.

"Mom, I'm in pain."

The child looked at Han anxiously and cried out in pain.

Pa-ta, pa-ta, tears fell on the bed.

Han held her son's hand firmly, and said softly, "Mother is here, mother is here."

"Mom? Am I going to die?"

The concept of death is too abstract for a child, but the illness makes him seem to understand what death is.

To die is to no longer suffer.

"No, you won't die."

Biting her lip, Han forced a smile.

"But, dad wanted to kill me just now..."

"Father didn't kill you, no one will kill you."

"Mother..." The child wanted to believe the mother's words, but he was in too much pain, "Let me die. Death is like falling asleep, and there will be no more pain."

A child who is still childish speaks such deep words.

At this moment, as if the pain had shifted to him, Han finally collapsed.

Picking up a wide cloth bag, tied the child behind her back, and stood up reluctantly. She, who had always been weak and docile, became extremely resolute at this moment.

"I won't let you die."

"Mom, where are we going..."

"Go to the fairy."

"Fairy?"

Mrs. Han heard that a fairy passed by their village recently and stopped temporarily in a hut under an old tree.

She knows where that location is.

It's not too far from here, only about ten miles away.

Although going out in this weather, walking a mile under the wind and snow is prone to accidents.

But she couldn't care less.

Even if this fairy is just a illusory legend, even if she walks out of this room, she and her five-year-old son may both freeze to death.

However, given the choice, who would want to live such a hard life?

No, we have nothing.

No one can be trusted.

Then, give your life to the immortal.

Please, save me, save us!

While the man was not paying attention, Han walked out of the house with her son on her back, and walked towards the depths of the snow, walking with difficulty.

The wind and snow covered her eyelashes with cold frost, and her toes were stinging with cold.

Just walking out of the village, she had exhausted all her strength.

There is still a long way to go...

very long.

"son……"

Han's eyes suddenly turned into a vast expanse of whiteness. When she fell down, she showed a bitter smile: "I seem to see a fairy."

……

"Immortal, she is dead."

Holding the three-year-old boy in her arms, the female disciple reported to the 'immortal' standing in the room, wearing a dust gray cloak and covering her head with a loose hood: "But her child still has a breath."

The fairy didn't reply.

He just picked up the three-foot-long red writing brush that was comparable to a dagger, and drew a crimson talisman on a piece of paper without dipping in ink.

After drawing the talisman, the immortal suddenly coughed a few times forcefully, looking extremely strenuous.

"Boil it, and feed the talisman water to the boy." The immortal said expressionlessly.

"This……"

After putting the boy on the bed, the female disciple walked up to the 'immortal', picked up the talisman paper, and raised her head unbearably: "Master Tian, ​​you have used too much divine power today, your body will not be able to take it anymore. "

The person known as 'Heavenly Master' did not answer her.

Instead, he walked slowly in front of the frozen woman, and put his fingertips on the other's breath.

Silent for a while, the Celestial Master, who was half squatting on the ground, slowly took off his hood.

The long golden hair spread out slowly, revealing a fair face.

A tear slipped out of her light blue eyes, and she said powerlessly, "I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry."

Chapter 118 The Emperor Ling Died