Efforts to kill the enemy is not as good as the full level of tea art

For the next few days, Li Changxing kept Zhuo Yue imprisoned in his battalion commander, and lingered with him all night and day.However, whenever Zhuo Yue mentioned the various dangers of staying here to fight for the throne, Li Changxing would change the topic and avoid talking about it.

Zhuo Yue was anxious in his heart, but he was helpless.

At the same time he received a letter from Yulinguan.Lou Changfeng's tone in the letter was unexpectedly calm, and he didn't seem surprised by the relationship between the two of them, but he praised the topographic map of the grassland, a brief description of customs and other things attached to the letter, and ordered him to act according to circumstances. Continue to stay in Dari Achi for observation.

Zhuo Yue chatted with Lou Chuiyun again, which meant that if the timing was wrong or there was a change here, he could go back to Yulin Pass first.Lou Chuyun promised again and again, but he didn't seem to take it to heart at all. He went out with the herdsmen every day to graze and scatter eagles, and was so happy that he couldn't think of leaving.

Sometimes when Zhuo Yue looked at him, he couldn't help but envy the young man's vigor, as if there was an endless burning flame in his body.

He was staying outside the tent to practice ax technique that day, but was interrupted by Li Changxing: "Stop practicing, go out with me."

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Yue wiped his sweat.He was a little reluctant to go out. Since the fire festival that day, many grassland people looked at him a little strangely, as if they had glimpsed something hidden.

Li Changxing looked at him with his arms around his shoulders, his eyes darkened: "I'll take you to see a witch doctor."

Zhuo Yue was startled, and frowned: "I won't go."

For a long time, he did not believe in gods and Buddhas, but various things such as rebirth made him have to change his mind.But when it comes to medical treatment, he still believes in ordinary doctors. Those high priests and witch doctors in the grassland will dance to the gods with gongs and drums. What diseases can they cure?

"You can't help it." Li Changxing raised his hand with a smile that was not a smile, and stroked his sweaty temple hair, "Forgot whose territory this is in?"

Zhuo Yue swung the Xuanhua ax angrily, and glared at Li Changxing bitterly.

He really missed the days when Li Changxing was young.At that time, this kid hadn't grown his wings yet, and he was cautious every day, coaxing him with sweet words, serving him on the saddle, never saying a single harsh word, it really made people feel at ease.

Looking at the present again, he is arrogant and domineering, and he seems to be a different person.

Now it's him who lives under the fence, it's really a turn of events.

Zhuo Yue only glanced at the high priest from a distance during the fire ceremony that day, and always felt that he was a nagging old man, but when he took a closer look at this time, he turned out to be a rather ordinary white-haired old man, except for his beard and hair. There is no difference between Changwai and ordinary grassland people.

"Third Prince." He saluted Li Changxing.

Li Changxing nodded, and his attitude was quite respectful: "Shaman, I want you to see how his body is."

Zhuo Yue was a little awkward, but he still made a salute and called him "Shaman".

The old man with long beard and long hair looked at Zhuo Yue from under his high brow bone with his powerful eyes, and after a while, he poured a bowl of dusty soup and put it in front of Zhuo Yue, beckoning him to drink it.Zhuo Yue looked at the bowl of thin soup that was either mop water or dishwashing water in fear, and thought to himself, if he drank it, he would probably lose his life.

But Li Changxing was watching him eagerly from the side.Zhuo Yue turned his heart to one side, thinking that today he just sacrificed his life for righteousness and sacrificed himself for love, so he picked up the bowl and turned his head up to do it thoroughly.

The soup didn't have any disgusting weird taste, it was a bit like burnt grass and ashes mixed with water.Zhuo Yue choked and coughed again and again, the old man held his chin and rolled his eyelids to look, then looked into his mouth, and looked at his palms.

Zhuo Yue was inspected like an animal, physically and mentally exhausted, secretly waiting to see what the old magician would diagnose.

The high priest withdrew his hand after the inspection, and said in a calm manner: "Have you suffered a lot of injuries recently?"

"En." He could see that Zhuo Yue was not surprised.

Li Changxing leaned forward slightly and said, "Shaman, is there a cure?"

"His fate is like a dying fire left in a charcoal wood. When the wind blows, it will live, and when the wind stops, it will go out." The high priest leaned back and nodded Li Changxing, "You are him Hit Changfeng, without you, he wouldn't live very long."

The two were shocked.

What the high priest said was not only mysterious, but also shocking, but it was meaningless to the ears of the two of them. "The fire seed that is dying but not dead", isn't it about Zhuo Yue's rebirth?And "you are the wind in his life", doesn't it mean "one prospers all, one loses all"?

Zhuo Yue frowned and looked at Li Changxing, and asked him with his eyes - does this old man know?

Li Changxing shook his head at him.

Zhuo Yue was upset and leaned back in a daze.

Could it be that he was injured at Yulinguan because he was separated from Li Changxing?But isn't this nonsense, as long as soldiers go to the battlefield, how can they not be injured?If Li Changxing hadn't left, wouldn't he have been injured in the Battle of Yulin Pass?

But if you say you don't believe it at all, his body has always been healthy and resistant, and he has never been injured so many times in head-to-head encounters with Zhagan people. Why did he hurt his muscles and bones this time?

For a while, he thought about it, his thoughts were mixed, and he didn't know what to do.

Li Changxing grabbed Zhuo Yue's hand and clasped it tightly, looked at the high priest and said, "Shaman, is there a remedy?"

The high priest's sentence "I don't live too long" was like the cold wind of the winter moon, which made him feel cold all over his body and shocked him physically and mentally.

The high priest looked calm: "It's enough to rest and recuperate."

Zhuo Yue frowned.The old man said the situation was so serious just now, why did he say "rest and recuperation" now?It felt like a critically ill patient was hopeless, and the doctor asked him to go home and hang his breath with ginseng.

Li Changxing also heard it.His complexion gradually turned cold, and the respect he had just now gradually disappeared. Looking at the high priest's green eyes, he narrowed his eyes: "I don't want to recuperate. I need a complete cure."

"Third Prince, why do you have to go against the destiny?" The high priest said unhurriedly, "You two have come to this point, it is also the destiny. Now don't make mistakes, let nature go—"

"I know you have a way." Li Changxing interrupted the high priest.He stood up, with a half-smile on his face, "I have been played by the so-called fate for long enough, and now I like to add to the mistakes and go against the law. I will give you three days, think it over and give me an answer Bar."

The high priest said nothing.

Zhuo Yue felt that it was a bit pitiful for the old man to be threatened at such an age, and just as he was about to open his mouth to smooth things over, he was dragged out by Li Changxing's arm.

Li Changxing dragged Zhuo Yue's head and hurried away for a long while before stopping, looking at the distant pasture in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.Zhuo Yue went around in front of him, hooked his chin and snorted, "What's the matter, are you angry?"

Li Changxing glanced at him: "Don't you care about your own body?"

"It's useless for me to care about it." Zhuo Yue sighed, "Isn't it normal for people to get old, sick and die? Don't we soldiers hang our heads on our belts? As long as it is not chopped into meat by the enemy, it is considered a good death. How do you still want to force the old man to help me recuperate? Can you still live a long life?"

Li Changxing said in a low voice, "But without me, without these..."

He paused again, pursing his lips.

Zhuo Yue knew what he wanted to say.If it weren't for Li Changxing and rebirth witchcraft, he might not have to go through these ordeals again.It is a blessing to be able to live again, but if you have to experience all kinds of pain, it will be a kind of torture.

At this moment, he saw confusion and helplessness in Li Changxing's eyes, as well as a flash of fragility.

Zhuo Yue sighed secretly, his heart softened, he raised his hand to touch his side face and smiled, "Forgot? Without you, I might still be a ghost on the grassland. I don't want much." , as long as you can live. Could it be possible to become an emperor from a small soldier after one rebirth? Don't be greedy for so much."

Li Changxing looked at him and smiled briefly.

Zhuo Yue just wanted to persuade him not to force that old magic stick anymore, but Li Changxing said slowly: "But I know the high priest has a way to heal you. It's just that he doesn't want to use it."

His eyes were a bit dark, and he said in a low voice: "He must have guessed the rebirth of you and me. He is the most skilled witch on the grassland. You can't hide everything from him...he doesn't want to treat you, it's just that he has scruples."

Zhuo Yue was a little helpless: "Why are you so sure? Can he still throw me back into the Palace of the King of Hades to reincarnate?"

"I don't know, but I will definitely figure it out." Li Changxing took his hand, "Brother Zhuo, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

Zhuo Yue frowned and wanted to say a few more words, but was interrupted again by Li Changxing.

"I don't want to remind you again...but you don't have the right to refuse me now." Li Changxing looked at him, with paranoia flashing in those emerald eyes that shocked Zhuo Yue.

"I want to heal all your wounds, make you live a long life, and make you owe me. Now you owe me a favor, and you will owe me your life in the future." He said softly, "I found out , you're extra nice to me when you owe me something. I want us to keep going like this."

The author has something to say: "Shaman" means "wise man", and later it evolved into a special name for the person who dances the gods.This is a title, it has nothing to do with any sect (it’s another day full of desire to survive)

Busy once the holidays are over!How are the cuties, I cry.If there are fewer words in these two days, please forgive me.kiss and hug~