into delusion

Shen Yan had to ask.Great Chu has been in peace for more than a hundred years, and the Central Plains has not seen swordsmen for a long time. In this prosperous and prosperous age of singing and dancing, the only thing that can be called "war chaos" is the battle between the two forts in Mobei.

Lieyang and Feiying Forts are both located outside the customs, and they happen to be stuck on the commercial road from Dachu to the Western Regions. Naturally, others cannot share the business that is worth a lot of money today.Therefore, after several generations of strife, the two castles became feuds, and the number of casualties may be thousands. In addition, the nomadic aliens living in the grass around them made it a place of chaotic warfare. Only those who grew up in Mobei , will there be "displacement" at all, right?

However, even Shen Yan himself didn't quite believe the question.He had met Mobeike before, and all of them were tall, with thick limbs, bearded faces and dark complexion. The wind, frost and scorching sun were their companions day and night, and the years had already branded their marks on their bodies. No one can tell the difference.

However, Yan Mo is not like that.He has a typical Central Plains appearance, valiant, handsome and flawless, and attracts everyone's attention no matter where he goes. Many people once recognized him as the gentleman with a jade face. Yao Lang, who is greedy and lustful, is similar, but with his status and bearing, Yao Lang is afraid that he will lose him a hundred times.Only occasionally, the murderous intent and hostility that flashed in this person's eyes would reveal his true identity. He was not a nobleman, nor a son of troubled times, but a hero who could kill people with a sword.

Yan Mo is like a real mystery, the inside is completely opposite to the outside, as if he doesn't belong to this world.The prodigal son was very curious, and when he encountered such a mystery, he couldn't help but want to explore it.

However, Yan Mo did not answer, but asked indifferently: "Outside the pass you mentioned, but Yanmen Pass?"

The question was so thoughtless, Shen Yan couldn't help being taken aback, besides the pass mentioned in this world, where else is there besides Yumen pass?However, there was no joke in Yan Mo's eyes, as if he had never heard of such a grand pass in the Western Regions.People who would ask this question, of course, cannot come from Mobei.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Shen Yan smiled and said: "It's not Yanmen, but Yumen. Outside the pass naturally refers to the Wanli Gobi outside Yumen Pass. It seems that Brother Yan is not from Mobei."

Hearing the word Yumen, Yan Mo's eyes flashed with a bit of bewilderment.Of course he knows about this grand pass. From the poems and books, from the legends, no one knows the quatrain of "the spring breeze does not cross the Yumen Pass".It’s just that Xixia occupied the entire Hexi during Renzong’s reign. The former Yumen Pass lost its former glory, the pass was annihilated, the city collapsed, and disappeared in a desert.How can he pass the Yumen Pass in his Great Song Dynasty?

Suppressing the sneer on his lips, Yan Mo replied: "I'm not from here."

He was born in Xuzhou, grew up in Jingchu, and traversed the Nanjing Road...but does anyone know these places?

This answer was extremely indifferent and strange.Shen Yan closed his mouth and said nothing, but quietly swallowed the remaining worms.Although the prodigal son is curious, he also knows those things that can be explored and those things that cannot be touched.The identity of this brother Yan is probably more complicated than expected.

After finishing their meal quietly, the two continued to go on the road hand in hand.Yan Mo's lightness kung fu has recovered a few percent, it's not fast, but there is absolutely no trace of it.Same as before, Shen Yan's spirit was still weak, and she was in a deep coma most of the time. Every time she woke up, she smiled, chatted with Yan Mo, and ate some fruits and meat worms to preserve her last strength.

It's just that as one day passed, that trace of vitality gradually disappeared.Shen Yan's spirit began to decline, not to mention the blood on his face, even the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded away.The mother Gu in the body is not like the dead child Gu, which will wreak havoc through the blood, causing heart-piercing pain, it is just like an indigestible stone, entrenched between the chest and abdomen, eroding bit by bit his heart.

When Yue'er climbed to the top of the mountain again, Yan Mo stopped, he had to stop, because the person in his arms was already on the verge of death.

Gently caressing Shen Yan's forehead with his fingers, the layers of sweat disappeared at this time, and the prodigal son's forehead was no longer hot, but began to feel cold, so cold that even his teeth chattered, and he couldn't find any warmth.At the same time, the wound on his body seemed to start to hurt. Of course, the prodigal son would not show any pain when he woke up, but when he was unconscious, his shoulders would tremble, the corners of his mouth would twitch, and even his hoarse throat would overflow with drip□□ .

At this time, Shen Yan was unable to laugh, and was unable to put on a smile.

Obviously it was not far away from Longtan Stream, but he stopped at the pass which was just one step away.Yan Mo stopped, gently put the man in his arms on the ground, and untied the clothes on his chest.

Yan Mo is not a person who is willing to admit defeat. On the contrary, he is very stubborn and stubborn. If he doesn't want to let go, even the real "Yan Mo" can't take someone away from him.

Those white palms were pressed against Shen Yan's big acupoint, if he could restrain the mother Gu, he could only rely on true energy?He still has it here!

No longer caring about whether exercise and restraint would damage Shen Yan's body, Yan Mo injected his own true energy into the prodigal son's dry heart along the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a small red mark emerged from the atrium hole between the breasts, as if driven by something, the red mark crawled up the chest and abdomen, crawling extremely slowly, with a little hesitation and swaying.

Following the movement of the red mark, blood oozes from the unhealed wound on Shen Yan's chest again. The blood is not red, but faintly black, and there is an imperceptible smell of decay, just like the blood that has sunk in the pool. Rotten wood is like rotten grass roots in the shade. The smell of this smell is wiped away by the mountain wind as soon as it shows up in the wilderness.

However, the mother Gu only walked about ten inches, and refused to move any more.Although the true energy makes it uneasy, it cannot leave the last piece of paradise.

It is not that simple to feed Gu things, it requires strong poison and true essence to support and depend on each other.Shen Yan was not seriously poisoned, and was also infected by the poisonous blood of the nana woman, so that the dying mother Gu was able to escape from the original owner and plunge into his body.It's just that the prodigal son is already dying, and his true energy is only a shallow breath, so how can he suppress the raging of the voodoo.Without the poison in his body, the Gu would die. Without the Gu, the poison in Shen Yan's body would kill him in an instant, but without the suppression of the real energy in his body, the Gu would still erode him. Where is his heart alive?The layers are intertwined, turning into an unsolvable deadlock.

Even Yan Mo couldn't figure out the complicated situation.The plan for now is just to survive.At this moment, his palms were tightly attached to that cold body, and he did not hesitate to expend the last bit of internal energy to protect the prodigal son through the night.Sweat dripped down, then dried up and steamed, and the bodies of the two of them gradually shrouded in a thin layer of mist, not to mention Shen Yan, even Yan Mo's body began to tremble slightly, so far, it has reached a critical moment.

However, the technique is dangerous, but also silent.The valley is still quiet, the night wind blows, and occasionally rolls up a few dry grasses on the ground, as if it is too boring, the bright moon only stays in the sky for a moment, then pulls up a thin cloud and hides behind the galaxy.The valley became more and more quiet, and gradually even the sound of insects disappeared. In the boundless darkness, a certain piece of grass in the shadow suddenly shook, and something protruded from it.

It was a meat worm that was as long as an index finger, and looked like a large spring silkworm. It was covered in snow white, with a round head and a fat belly, and it also emitted a gleaming white light. It was very eye-catching in the dark haystack.The Can'er probe squirmed twice, then determined its position, and crawled towards the front with twists and turns. The speed was not very fast, but it was extremely calm and tenacious.

Behind this snow-white and lovely silkworm, the grass and trees slowly withered and curled as if they had encountered a flame, and even the soil and stones on the ground left a scorched black mark. It seemed that what passed by was not a snow-white flesh worm, but strips of real charcoal.But Can'er didn't care what happened behind him, it just crawled inch by inch, towards that alluring fragrance.

In front of them, the two were still cross-legged to heal their injuries, and no one had noticed that there was such a monster in the grass not far away.