Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

Two months later, Wu Lang gradually felt that the sensation in his hands and chest had recovered a lot, but he still had to pretend to be a patient with extremely limited mobility.Wu Lang probably showed more and more irritable temper, scolding the serving maid, one second he was chatting normally with others, and the next second he could be furious.Everyone waited on him carefully, for fear that if he didn't do well, he would be irritated again.

Tan Taiming was very indulgent towards him, and was even happy to see him abandon himself so much.In the past, Lord Langhuan, who was famous all over the world, and General Yangwei, who shocked the world, have now fallen into this situation.How can you just smile and be silent.The person who used to be high above fell into the mud, isn't this the same Tan Taiming himself back then.Tan Taiming understood Wu Lang, he even felt that Wu Lang should be like this.Because this proves that even Wu Lang himself feels hopeless and no longer has confidence in his body's recovery.Before long, he will collapse.

This is in line with Tan Taiming's wishes.Wu Lang can't always be this strong, he has to be weak, and it's best to depend on someone for a lifetime.

Tan Taiming likes to comb Wu Lang's hair with his own hands.

In Mingyue back then, other skills were not very good, but combing hair was the most comfortable.Chang Kai always treats Wu Lang's hair with great care, as if it is a rare thing that will break when touched.If she combed out a few more hairs, Mingyue would be so unhappy.

However, Tan Taiming is not Mingyue.

He always said, the young master has taken some beauty pills. After all these years, not only his appearance has not changed, but even his hair is still as good as ebony.Really blessed person.It's a pity that Ming is old, and when he sees the son again, he can only show his face with a mask.

Wu Lang didn't speak, and let Tan Taiming chatter by himself.He doesn't like chatting with Tan Taiming very much recently, and Tan Taiming doesn't force him.

Tan Taiming likes to recall the past, as if he said it a few times, the relationship between them can really return to the original.

He said that he still remembers the young master's preferences, the snacks he likes to eat, and the styles and colors of clothes he likes to wear.

Wu Lang said that it was all an act.You don't know anything I like.

Tan Taiming ignored him, just immersed himself in the environment that he was willing to see and understand.

Ever since Wu Lang found out Tan Taiming's identity, he always felt that there might be some psychological problem with him. After a long time of contact, he realized that there was something wrong with him, and he was obviously very sick.

He misses Yang Jichuan very much, misses Yang Jichuan who washes his hair, misses Yang Jichuan who is always helpless to him.

Sometimes he always sighs, why he has to go through so much pains and painstaking efforts to fall in love.I can't see each other several times a year, and now Yang Jichuan feels the parting of life and death.

After suffering so much, ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships are all over. Tang Seng can still get Buddhist scriptures, so he should have come to the end of all hardships.

Thinking of these, Wu Lang is not too complaining about the current miserable situation.

Two months later, Wu Lang overheard someone say that Yang Jichuan's army was about to attack the capital.

What is meant by soldiers approaching the city, the Emperor Bei Rong finally felt it.

The nobles in the capital began to transfer their property and family members to the west for their lives early on, and the common people were panicked.

The Beirong Emperor finally stopped singing every night and began to go to the morning court every day. However, the imminent enemy invasion would not stop his pace because of his sudden efforts.

Yang Jichuan's army was stationed on the plain three kilometers away from the capital. He asked the envoy to deliver the letter. As long as the head of the Beirong royal family refused to agree, he would be slaughtered.

After all, Beirong is a bloody clan. Seeing this extremely insulting letter, they all expressed their intention to stay in the capital and live and die with His Majesty the Emperor.

Tan Taixi was also angry, he was arrogant since he was a child, and his mother clan is extremely powerful, how could he bear this kind of insult.But after he was angry, he shuddered again.Yang Jichuan called all the way, slaughtering all the cities that could be slaughtered, killing all the people that could be killed, and burning all that could be burned.More than a million Beirong people died at the hands of Yang Jichuan.He is like a devil, even if he has never met, Tan Taixi only needs to think about it for a while, and he will feel that Yang Jichuan must be hideous and vicious.

Tan Taixi didn't believe that all the courtiers were so unafraid of death, he was worried that someone would betray him to Yang Jichuan in order to save his life.

He was terrified, and when he went to the morning court, he looked around and felt that all the people standing below were harboring malicious intentions at the moment.

Wu Lang didn't know that Yang Jichuan was very close to him now, so close that as soon as he left the city, he would be spotted by the routine patrol soldiers of the Xuanjia Army from far away.

Tan Taiming also started to pack his luggage and prepare to leave the capital.

He has a rich family, Tan Taixi rewarded him with countless beautiful jades and jewels in order to reward him for killing his relatives righteously, enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime.

But when he left, he didn't ride in the same carriage as Wu Lang.

Tan Taiming said to him, the young master is always unhappy around me, presumably he doesn't want to see me.Then, I will send the young master to meet the person who wants to see you.You said, if Yang Jichuan thought you were taken away by Situ Jing, would he give up the siege and rush back to Yongning immediately?Young master, do you want to see the prince?I guess the prince must really want to see you.

Wu Lang was a little dizzy, and the guards carried him into a carriage. Unknown incense was burning in the carriage, which made him feel drowsy.He curled up in the compartment like a ball of shrimp, and felt that the car had started and started to bump.

It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

He himself didn't know how long he slept, and when he woke up, it was dark.Through the curtain of the carriage, you can see the orange fire not far away.Probably the coachman was lighting a fire and cooking outside.

He didn't act immediately, but just shouted, and called the driver outside the car over.

The coachman hastily opened the curtain and saw Wu Lang laying motionless on his side in the carriage, his eyes were as black as ink, his heart skipped a beat, then he smiled and asked, Young Master woke up?Would you like something to eat?

"Hold me out." Wu Lang ordered.

"Master, it's cold outside, don't freeze yourself."

"No, I'm bored."

The coachman seemed to be a little pitiful, and Wu Lang needed help in every move, and he probably didn't have many chances to stroll along the way, so he stretched out his hand and hugged Wu Lang out of the carriage.

As soon as Pu went out, Wu Lang swept his eyes and found that besides the coachman, there were actually only two guards accompanying him.

Thinking about it, Tan Taiming didn't worry about his useless body being able to escape at all, even if there was only the coachman alone, he could send Wu Lang back to the border of Dashang without any effort.But in these times of war, nowhere is safe.Relying on the driver alone, if he ran into robbers or rioters on the way, he might just stare blankly.Guards are essential, but they don't need to be many, it is enough to be able to bluff people.What's more, Wu Lang could tell at a glance that these two guards were not ordinary characters.

He hadn't recovered his legs and feet, and he didn't have any armor or weapons in his hands, so there was almost no chance of winning against the two guards.

Situ Jing, Situ Jing, as long as you have anything to do with this person, nothing good will happen.

Wu Lang felt that he was going to be doomed by Situ Jing.

Pretending to continue pretending to be a high paraplegic, during the subsequent journey, Wu Lang stayed in the carriage very honestly, and did not hear the request to go out to see the scenery.

They will always arrive at the agreed place, which is likely to be a bustling city, and then they will meet in a certain room in a certain inn.

The whole transaction process must be smooth, because there is no way for Wu Lang to make any resistance.

This was what Tan Taiming thought, he had no sense of security, so he would never choose a place that was deserted and would be convenient for killing people and throwing away corpses.

So Wu Lang is waiting, waiting for a window period enough for him to escape.He suddenly felt a little ridiculous, as if since he came to this world, he has been hiding and hiding, running and running.He was wronged to death.

But what he never expected was that he returned to Nanlin, the place where everything in this world started.

Perhaps, there is a destiny in the dark, and this time may be the last knife to cut off the tangled and chaotic threads.

However, it was the day when Wu Lang was sent away from the capital.Yang Jichuan received a letter of someone entering the camp with a flying feather arrow, and asked Yang Jichuan to unpack it himself by name.

Guessing that there would be no tricks in turning out a letter, Yang Jichuan took it and opened it leisurely.The envelope was not flat, so he turned the flap down and poured out a roll of paper.

The snow-white roll was tied with a red string in a beautiful knot.

Yang Jichuan tore off the thread, unfolded the roll paper, pulled out a bundle of black hair from the roll paper, and tied it with a golden braided rope.Yang Jichuan touched the hair with his fingertips, and was stunned for a while.When he looked carefully at the contents of the scroll, he saw that it was a long scroll, painted in plain blue and blue, depicting a man sitting on the couch with his head tilted, his eyes cast lightly, his hair was like ink, and his white clothes were like snow.There are two poems in the upper right corner of the drawing paper, I don't know about Chaotang, but I know about Nanlin.There is Linzi in Nanlin, where heaven falls to earth.

At this time, someone came in from outside the camp, it was Ling Jia and Song Song.

Seeing Yang Ji's expression changed, Ling Jia looked at Song Song, and immediately asked, "General?"

Yang Jichuan paused, his eyes slid to Linga, he calmly put away the scroll, but quietly put his hair back into his clothes.

"What's the matter."

"Bei Rong has not given any news for a long time. It seems that they do not intend to follow the retreat route we gave. We have been stationed here for almost seven days. Has the general ordered the attack?"

Yang Jichuan frowned, suddenly hesitating in his heart.